Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 18:09:27 -0800 (PST) From: pete johns Subject: Glory Hole Slut gloryhlover@yahoo.com Glory Hole Slut THIS IS MY TRUE STORY, THOUGH I'M NOT COPYWRITING IT. IT INVLOVES CONSENSUAL SEX BETWEEN MALES. IF YOU'RE NT OVER THE AGE OF 18, DON'T READ THIS. I have been going to adult bookstores since I turned 18. First it was for the glossy magazines and books until I got the nerve to go into the video booth areas. I was young and always horny, and went there to watch movies and jerk off almost daily while pumping quarters into the booth. I liked to watch the lesbian scenes and such, until I stumbled across some movies that catered to my other fancy - she-males and transvestites I've been cross-dressing for years, ever since I first shot a load into my sister's panties. The thrill of orgasm combined with the feel of soft silky panties wrapped around my young boner was too much. I've been hooked ever since, wearing soft panties under my male clothes and sheer baby doll nighties or silky teddies to bed. I've never considered myself gay. I've never really been a ladies man either, always looking to find a girl, but never quite coming through. They always seemed to want someone else. I've just considered my sexual antics about dressing in lingerie my own thing. It pleased me, and that was all that mattered. And the she-males I saw I always considered female, just with extra equipment. Any way, after I "discovered" cocks-in-frocks videos, I decided to start combining my two favorite joys together. I would dress up in lingerie under my outward male clothes and go watch a movie. Once inside, I would strip down to the lingerie and play with myself for as long as I could. While the movie played, I would fantasize that it was me on the screen, dressed as a slut, and taking a huge cock in between my painted lips or in my tight little ass. This went on for as long as I could hold back, when I would finally shoot my hot load all over myself. Sometimes, when I was feeling really naughty, I'd lick my spent cum up from myself, savoring its salty taste. I kept this fantasy for myself, never getting up the nerve to dress in public, or make contact with other gays or TV's to make my fantasy a reality. One Friday night, I was driving home to Pennsylvania from Virginia (I was stationed there while in the military) and picked up this cute little pink corset with white lace trim and matching string bikini panties and pink nylon hose. I put them on under my male clothes and started on a slow drive home for the weekend. I planned to take a few stops off the interstate to scout for any book stores or video arcades to fulfill my usual fantasies. I found this one bookstore that had video booths and pulled into the parking lot. It didn't look too busy, so I massaged my hardening cock through my jeans, relishing the feeling the silky material sent through my loins. I walked inside, purchased $20.00 worth of change and headed back to the video area. Once inside, I noticed the usual patrons standing around, not thinking much of them. I checked out the titles playing and found three that dealt with she-males and transvestites. I quickly turned, found the first empty booth and went inside. Thankfully, the booth was larger (and cleaner) than most, with a bench built against the back wall, away from the TV screen. I dropped a quarter in, found one of the movies I wanted and started getting undressed. My eyes were glued to the screen as I dropped my pants, freeing my now hard cock. The she-male before me was lying on her back, stroking the luscious cock between her legs, and moaning as a guy pumped his rigid pole in and out of her watering mouth. As I sat there in the dark booth, dressed only in the lingerie and stroking my now rock hard cock and massaging my panty clad balls, I felt like such a slut. Never had I felt so hot and horny. I needed a cock and needed one bad. I wanted to be just like the girl on the screen before me. I was wishing I had brought a dildo back with me (something else I do behind closed doors) as I dropped quarter after quarter into the video feed. I loved ever minute of my hush-hush pleasure. As I dropped another quarter in, out of the corner of my eye I saw a hole cut in the wall. I panicked immediately. I had seen these before and always shied away from such booths for fear someone might see me and my secret passion. My pulse quickened and my heart raced. I didn't know if the neighboring booth was empty when I came in, because its entrance was down another aisle. I had been in the booth for about five minutes now. Had anyone had come in while I was enjoying myself? Was there someone in there now? I slid close to the wall that had the tell-tale hole cut in it, fearing someone might be watching me. With my hand firmly wrapped around my stiff pecker, I decided to take chance a look into the booth next to me. Slowly, I knelt down to take a peek. I got down on my knees and slipped over in front of the hole, putting my eye close enough to see into the next booth. Just as my eyesight was accustoming to the neighboring darkness, a hard cock poked through from the other side. Startled, I jumped back a bit and let out a cry, but not before the smooth pecker head ran down my cheek and across my open lips. The guy in the next booth must have taken that as a signal from me, because he shoved his full length through the paneled wall. The cock before me was gorgeous, about eight inches long and fairly thick. Never before had I been this close to another man's hard cock, and was unsure of what I, if anything, should do next. I had never been in this situation before, only fantasized about taking another man between my lips. But here I was, kneeling on a cold linoleum floor, dressed in silky lingerie with my cock twitching beneath delicate panties and another hard cock inches away from my face. I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the hole and started running down the smooth cock head. I remember how I wanted to taste the tiny drop so bad. I licked my lips at the sight before me and leaned forward. I could feel the silky-smooth pre-cum on my lips as I planted a tiny kiss on the soft head. Then I opened my mouth and gently licked the cock helmet before me. "This isn't so bad," I remember myself thinking. I was met with a flood of negative thoughts about gays and homosexuality, but I quickly pushed those back into the dark recesses of my mind. I opened my lips farther and moaned as I took the whole soft head into my now watering mouth. I remember the head pulsing and twitching as I rolled my tongue across its soft surface. Slowly I took more and more of his stunning member into my mouth, gently running my tongue along the rigid underside and caressing the head with my now wet lips. I stopped for a moment to put another quarter in, and gently stroked the meat sticking through the wall. My wanton desire took over as I went back to work on this beautiful cock before me. I eagerly sucked as much as I could into my hungry mouth, wanting so much to be like the transvestite sluts I had seen so many times on the screen. I moaned in pleasure while I let this stiff rod willingly violate my now enthusiastic mouth. As I bobbed my head up and down the length of the shaft, I felt the head start to swell and tremble a bit. I knew what was soon coming, and I quickened my pace in reply, wanting only to taste his hot seed as it filled my hungry mouth. My efforts did not go unrewarded. I felt him push as much of his cock towards me, into me, as he released his pent up load into my mouth. His cock pulsed with each shot, as I worked my mouth up and down his rod, milking the jism from his cock and filling my mouth. I tried to get as much into my mouth as possible, wanting to hold his entire load, but some escaped out the corner of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I remember that feeling so well, because it was just like the transvestites and she-males I had watched sucking cock once or twice. I really felt like one of the video stars in that fleeting moment. When I had finished licking the last of his cum from his now softening member, he pulled it back through the hole. It was only then that I realized I had cum during my first escapade without even stroking myself off. Carefully, I wiped my own cum off me and licked it from my fingers. I took a peek through the hole again, to see what was happening with my anonymous lover, just in time to see him exit the booth. I knelt there in my glory for what seemed like the longest time, savoring the experience I had just had and hoping someone new would come into the booth next door so I could continue my new found love, but no one did. If you like my experience, and would like to tell me about it, contact me at gloryhlover@yahoo.com