Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2015 00:58:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Glory Hole Trap Part 4 Glory Hole Trap (part 4) A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– It was late when I arrived home, and I was exhausted from my ordeal, but really needed to clean up. I realized that with all that was on my mind I might have difficulty sleeping, so I after I showered I took a sleep aid and went to bed. I slept soundly for a guy who had been through such an ordeal. I woke up and immediately felt how sore my ass was. It was probably not the fucking, but the damn cucumber. Who the hell would even think of sticking a cucumber up someone's ass? I just hoped I would never have to experience that again! I knew I had pissed off some really extreme people and I would have to do some things I sure didn't want to before it was all over – I wondered if it ever would be over. I showered to clear my head and had breakfast. I went to work and tried to focus on the job, hoping to submerge my problems for a while. I had a major client meeting from ten to noon. After the meeting Becky, our receptionist flagged me down. "There was a pretty girl who came by to see you, wanting to have lunch," she said. "Did she leave a name and number?" I asked. "Yes, Marsha," she replied, "and here is her number." I thanked her and went back to my desk. I was half inclined to ignore Marsha's visit, but then thought better of it. I still needed to have lunch, so I called her number. She agreed to meet me for lunch in a nearby restaurant. I saw Marsha and greeted her and we were seated. "This is rather unexpected," I said, "although I'm not entirely sure what to expect." "I have some good news for you," Marsha said, "and I hope you take it well – things could be much worse." "Please explain," I requested. "After you left we discussed what to do with you," Marsha said, "and I asked that you be put into my charge." "What does that mean?" I asked. "Instead of you being feminized or turned into a faggot sex slave, I will become part of your life and we'll see if I can cure you of your homophobia." "What do you mean about becoming part of my life?" I asked. "I will be your girlfriend and you will be my boyfriend, if we can make that work," she explained. So that was it – if I can accept a boy in a dress as my girlfriend they will consider me cured of homophobia. I would have to fake it most of the way if I was going to remain straight, but it seemed much better than some of the alternatives that had been cited. "Okay," I said, "I'm willing to give it a try – what's next?" "Starting now," Marsha said, "you and I are in a relationship, just like other guys and gals. I'll come by your place tonight and we can get acquainted." We finished lunch and walked out to our cars. Everything I could see about Marsha was wonderfully feminine – just watching the way she walked aroused me. We stopped at her car and paused to look into each other's eyes. She looked so pretty and really smelled great! I was so drawn to her I just had to kiss her. Our lips met and parted – our tongue intertwined. I never thought that kissing her would be so wonderful. I pulled back and said, "see you tonight, dear." She kissed me again and got into her car. As I drove back to work I kept thinking how much Marsha was like a real girl – for me she WAS a real girl! Back at work, the afternoon passed quickly, and I was far less worried about my future. After work I drove home and did some cleaning, since I would soon be receiving Marsha. I bought a bottle of cold wine on the way home – I decided to make this just like any other girl I was pursuing. Marsha arrived and I invited her in. I had a simple dinner cooking in the kitchen and Marsha commented on how nice it smelled. I led her to the kitchen and poured us both some wine. We sat on the couch began to kiss. Without thinking I found myself slipping my hand under her dress. I loved the feel of her soft warm legs. Moving up further I touched her panties and stopped. "Are you surprised that I'm wearing panties?" Marsha asked. "You are a very surprising girl," I said, "so I'm not sure when I really should be surprised." "Would you like me to take my panties off?" she asked. "Not right now," I said, "I really like you, but don't want to move too fast – this is pretty new to me." Marsha put her hand on my crotch and felt my hard cock. She smiled and said, "Now I believe you like me!" It was time for dinner so I helped Marsha up and took her into my arms and kissed her. We had dinner continuing to talk and it really seemed like being with other girls, except that I wanted Marsha more. I was hard all through dinner and I just couldn't understand why Marsha was turning me on so much. After dinner I poured the remaining wine and we returned to the couch. We resumed making out and Marsha's hand returned to my cock. "I think this needs some attention," Marsha said. She knelt on the floor and unzipped my pants. I just sat there on the couch, astounded by my good fortune. Once Marsha had my cock out she stroked me a few times and licked all around the head. She took me into her mouth and I was in heaven. Watching her suck me was so incredible. Soon I climaxed and she allowed me to cum in her mouth. Marsha had sucked me wonderfully, but now that I had cum, things seemed to be different. Marsha swallowed and sat next to me on the couch again, but she noticed that something was different. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing," I responded. "I get it," she said, "I've seen this before – you want me until you cum and then you aren't interested any more!" "No Marsha," I said, "it's not like that at all." "Oh yes it is," she said, "so I'll just be going." I couldn't talk my way out of this – no matter what I said. I felt like a dumb ass as Marsha left. I had girls walk out on me before and I would just think "fuck 'em", but somehow this was different – I really didn't want Marsha to be mad at me. I really wanted her back. After a couple of hours it bothered me even more that Marsha had left, so I called her. "Hello," Marsha answered. "Marsha, I'm so sorry – I wish it hadn't happened that way – please come back." "What do you have in mind?" she asked. "I want you to stay the night," I said. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked. "Yes, more than anything." I replied. "Ok, let me pack some things and I'll be right over. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... 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