Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 11:22:40 +0000
From: randy wright <randylad69@hotmail.com>
Subject: gas station seduction Part III

Warning!!  Looking further will bring you to graphic descriptions of
male/male consensual sex (I consent! I consent! Oh baby do I consent!)
Avert your sensitive eyes if you are easily shocked or this kind of
material is illegal in your area.


Gas station seduction;  Part III


    We pulled into a "Number 7" Motel on the outskirts of town, not far
from the interstate.  Room 117 was the place I was going to have my life
change I thought to myself as we went in together. As we had ridden over on
the bike I had started out with my arms wrapped around his
midsection. Then, he had taken one of my hands in his, and placed it
directly on his crotch. With my cheek pressed against his leather-clad back
I gently squeezed the lump I now found under my hand. I felt the lump stir
and it seemed to grow bigger with my touch. I started to gently rub him and
my excitement grew along with the length of his cock. I could feel its hard
length and heat underneath the denim. Soon I was using both hands to caress
him. One hand cupped his wonderfully full feeling testicles, while the
other massaged the length of his big shaft. I think we were both glad when
the motel came into view.

    After he opened the door to the room he stepped aside and politely
motioned for me to go in.  "Ladies first." He said smiling again. I was
getting determined to wipe that smile off his face. But I was very
flattered and referring to me as a lady turned me on even more. I stepped
into the room and heard him close the door behind me. Before I could turn
to face him he was behind me, holding me by the shoulders.  "Don't turn
around," he said. "Just stand there." So I did. He reached around me and
gently cupped my "breasts." I mean, where I would have had breasts. But I
do have nipples, and they were on fire as he slowly squeezed and massaged
them. I felt a moan escape my lips as his hands continued to roam my
body. I felt his face nuzzling my cheek and without thinking I turned and
found his lips on mine.

    If I wasn't lost before, I certainly was now because as he kissed me I
felt everything fall into place. It felt natural for this man to be kissing
me. I felt every bit a girl. I turned to face him and felt his arms
encircle me and I kissed him back with everything in my teenage body. I
wanted this man, and I wanted him to know that. And feeling his hard cock
press against me I was determined to make him never regret picking me to be
his lover.

   Just when I was ready to jump on him, he broke the kiss.  "Strip" was
all he said. I stood back from him and noticed I was panting from the
excitement of what we had just been doing. At this point it felt very
natural to do what he told me, and letting him see my naked body was pretty
much exactly what I wanted him to do. Now I'm not a jock, but I am in damn
good shape. Not muscular, but trim. And if I do say so myself, I have
really good legs, and a soft, round, bum. My hair was long because it was
the "in" style back then in the early eighties, or so I thought. Now I knew
the real reason my hair was especially long was because when I looked in
the mirror I looked like a girl. I had enough confidence in my body to
belive he would like what he saw. God, I hoped he would.

    Our eyes were locked as I unbuttoned my shirt. Tossing it aside, he
could now see my smooth white chest. Then I unzipped my pants and began to
slowly slide them down my legs, enjoying the feeling of becoming naked in
front of him. After quickly pulling off my socks, there I stood, completely
naked, in front of a man I knew had a raging hard-on for me. It was quite a
thrill.

   Now I expected him to do the same, but he didn't.

"Take that bag on the bed, and go into the bathroom. Don't come out until
you're ready," and with that he turned and walked out of the room. Now I
didn't know what to think.  I had just committed myself to doing something
that until a couple hours ago I never would have thought I'd do, and now I
was all alone before anything had happened. There I was standing in the
middle of a cheap motel room, naked and with a majorly stiff cock. What
else was there to do but take the bag into the bathroom.

    What did I expect to find? You must remember that all this was very new
to me. I didn't expect to find what I did, but then I wasn't surprised
either. The first hing I noticed was the shoes. Their heels seemed much
longer than anything I'd ever seen my mother wear, and they were all
sparkly and silver. Then I pulled out long, narrow pieces of material that
was all lacey and had snaps at the ends. Finally, was the stockings. These
I recognized and then I figured out what they all were; long white
stockings, a garter belt, and very high heels.  There was also a small
make-up bag. I wasn't shocked by this at all, but incredibly turned on. He
wanted me to be his sluty girl, he had told me. And with this on, I
certainly would be.

     Twenty minutes later I was ready to come out. The stockings fit well
and I think the garter was on right, but the heels made me feel tippy and
red lipstick I had put on was not like the girls in the magazines. But I
could wait no longer. I opened the door and said, "are you out there?"
"Yes, and I can hardly wait to see you."  My heart was pounding when I
heard him say this. I wanted so badly not to disappoint him. Then I made my
first grand entrance.  A little wobbly, but I did my best to have some
wiggle in my walk as I paraded into the room. He was lying on the bed, and
I could tell right away he liked what he saw. He sat right up and watched
my every move as I did my best to walk like a hot slut in front of him.

"Did I do OK?" I asked in a quavering voice.

"Oh yeah. You did very OK, my sweet little fuck bunny. You did very OK. The
only question is, are you going to keep doing OK?"

"What do you mean?"  I asked.

"Are you going to please me?"

Having gone this far, I knew what I liked, and what I wanted. I wasn't
afraid anymore. So my answer came without hesitation. "Of course I am. I'll
do anything you want me to do. Just ask me to do something. I'd be happy to
do anything that will make you feel good."  I think he was a little
surprised by my candor, but not for long.

"Good. Then come over here and suck my cock."

I walked as femininely as possible to the side of the bed, and then knelt
between his legs. I ran my hands along his thighs, feeling and rubbing his
muscles. Then I carresed his cock through the material of his jeans like I
had on the ride to the motel.

"You really want it, don't you?" he said looking down at me.

"Yes" was all I could say as I concentrated on my task at hand.

"You really are going to suck me aren't you?" he continued. "You know I'm
going to blow my load in your mouth don't you. And I've been saving this
one for days so there's going to be lots of it. Do you still want to be my
little slut, and drain my balls?"

I unconsciously licked dry lips and said, "yes."

He leaned back, smiled at me and said, "then do it."

I unzipped his pants. I thought the best way to do this was to get his pant
right off, so I stood up and pulled them off from the bottoms. And I just
wanted him naked anyway.  Then I did the same with his underwear. Now he
lay naked from the waist down with a cock as large as a child's arm,
throbbing above his flat stomach. It's head was like a fist, looking tense,
and somehow angry. I decided I would try to be its friend, because at that
moment I wanted more than I had ever wanted anything to take it into my
mouth and sooth it. I wanted it to loose that tremendous tension I could
see within it, and the only way I knew to do that was to allow it to
release the seed built up inside.

   I moved forward until my face was above the base of that magnificent
cock. Then I slowly stuck out my tongue and touched my first cock. I
started out licking from the base to the head until I could wait no
longer. Grabbing the shaft with one hand I pulled his cock upright, aimed
it at my mouth, and lowered myself onto it. Oh, the feeling! The
texture. The taste. I was overloaded by sensations but all I wanted was
more. More sucking. More cock.  As I did my best to cram every inch of his
beautiful shaft into my mouth he began to coach me.

"That's it, suck it, suck it, Oh yeah! Shit! Oh take it in you. Mmmmm my
little slut that's it you want it Oh yeah you're gonna get it soon enough,
Oh fuck oh fuck I'm cummin!"  I guess I did an OK job because he came so
soon. I felt the fat head swell and then my mouth was filled with thick,
hot, sperm as he fired shot, after shot into my waiting throat. I
swallowed.

There was never any debate in my mind about it. He was giving me my reward
for sucking him well and there was no way I was going to waste it. I
continued to bob my head up and down on his spurting cock as I lashed my
tongue across the stream of love milk. I had never imagined so much semen
could come from one cock. Again and again my cheeks would bulge with jism
and I would quickly swallow that load before the next would fill my
mouth. Over and over my throat would pass the mouthfuls into my satisfied
tummy. Eventually his pulses of cum slowed and I could take his cock out of
my mouth and rub it over my face, glorying in the sexy feeling of having a
man cum on my face. Finally, I ran my finger up the fat tube on the
underside of his cock to squeeze out the last of his cream.

He looked down across his sperm-splattered stomach at this young boy-girl
that had just taken his load like no one ever had before and said, "
Wow. That was fucking intense. You are a fucking amazing cocksucker. You
really got of on that didn't you?"

I looked up at him as I continued to rum his semen all over my face. "Yeah
it was pretty good, but..."

"But what?" he said still gasping for breath.

"I'm not happy yet."

"Well what would make you happy."

"Am I, or am I not your personal slut?" I demanded.

"Yeah," he said slightly puzzled. "Of course you are."

"Then why haven't you fucked me yet."

TO BE CONTINUED..


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