Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 23:51:39 -0500 (EST)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Michelle the Closet Queen (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, m/M)

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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Michelle the Closet Queen
By
Wolf

	I was name Michel at birth, but I always wanted to be Michelle,
but have always hid my desires from all but a few.  I was a small and
skinny youth.  My first sexual experience came about when I 14-years
old.

	There was an old art-deco style theater in our neighborhood that
had fallen on hard times before closing.  What had been a busy
thoroughfare back in the thirties had been bypassed by the new highway.
The old town center of commerce had become obsolete when the new
highway had been completed.  The old theater could not compete with
the new multi screen Cineplex built near the highway off ramp.  The
single screen theater had been closed for a long time before it reopened
as a porn theater.

	My friends and I would always dare each other to try and get in
the theater.  I was often teased about my effeminate looks, so I often
tried to prove my bravery by taking up the challenges, and as a result I
took a lot of beatings and took up a lot of foolish chances.  One day
while I was by myself I was horny enough to take up the challenge to see
if I could get into the theater.  I hopped onto my bicycle and headed
down to the old part of town.

	I knew all about the kind of dirty old men that were reputed to
frequent the place.  They were reputed to whack-off while watching the
dirty movies.  I was totally innocent when it came to any other funny
business.  It was my plan to see if I could whack off while watching a
movie.

	Back then it was a fashion statement to wear distressed jeans or
shorts...the kind with frayed holes in them kind of like the Ramones
meet Nirvana, with tidy whiteys under them, with baggy sports team
jerseys over them.  Just by the way I was dressed should have kept me
from gaining access to the adult theater, but for some reason the ticket
clerk hardly gave me a second look.

	I vividly remember that the lobby in need of new carpets, as I
entered the padded doors to the actual theater I was struck by how dark
it was inside and how smelly it was.  It smelled like moldy carpet and the
smell of the deodorizers tablets used in bathroom urinals.  I had to stand
there in the dark for awhile before my eyes got used to the darkness.  I
still had a hard time making out the backs of heads of occupied seats.  I
was trying not to draw attention to myself, so I slipped into one of the
back rows.  I didn't understand the most of the patrons chose to sit in
the last five rows, because they were under the overhanging mezzanine
section.  That way they were out of sight of the projectionist, should he
even care to look out of his little window.  I found a seat where I
thought I would not have anyone too close to me.  I settled back to
watch the movie, and soon had a raging five inch hard-on.  It was so
dark I felt daring and unzipped my pants and put my hand inside to play
with myself.

	An old man moved into the row in front of me one seat over.  He
kept looking back at me.  At first I tried to hide what I was doing, but he
smiled at me, so I showed him my stiffy.  I was so excited that I felt
more alive than I had ever felt before.  Making out with a girl had never
excited me that much before.  He placed his arm on the back of the chair
in front of me, and then reached back and placed his hand on my knee.
I'm sure I gasped when he touched me.  He played it cool, and stopped
briefly before rubbing my knee, and sliding his hand higher up the inside
of my thigh.

	It felt so good I slouched in my seat so that my knees were
pressed against the back of the seat in front of me, so that he could feel
me up even higher.  He slipped his hand under the loose frayed leg of my
denim shorts.  When he reached my package he gave me a loving pat,
and then pulled his hand out and got up before making his way back to
the lobby.

	I was confused and disappointed by his action.  I was afraid that
he was complaining to the management about me.  I had no idea that he
was just being discreet.  When he returned he entered my row, and made
his way to the seat next to mine.  This time he reached or my pants, and
unsnapped the top of my still unzipped shorts, before slipped his hand
inside to grasp my stiffy.  I spread my thighs to allow him to play with
me all he wanted.  Oh My Gaud...his hands were so soft.  I suspected
that he was possibly 40 or 50 years old.  He looked around to insure
there was no one watching before easing my shorts and undies from
under my butt.  I felt the old worn fabric of the seat on my bare flesh, as
he took hold of my stiffy again.  He felt my small smooth sack and
whispered dirty things in my ear.

	I could not resist reaching over and awkwardly and rubbing the
bulge in his thin pants.  His cock was partly a softy.  He unzipped his
pants and put my hand inside his pants.  He didn't even have underwear
on, and his crotch was shaved.  His cock was smaller than I would have
expected.  It was not quit hard and warm feeling, but getting harder as I
felt my first adult cock.  He also had foreskin, which was also new to
me.  All of my friends were cut, so this was exciting to me and I love the
feeling of it.  He was producing so much pre-cum that his cock and my
hand was wet.  He even spread my legs wider, so that he could tickle my
tight little asshole.  That was so thrilling that I swear it was one hundred
times better than anything I had felt before.

	I shifted my body around so that he could play with my asshole
even easier, in doing so I had my head closer to his crotch.  I got a good
look at his cock.  His face was close to my ear, so he whispered, "Why
do you put your sweet mouth around my meat?"

	He was very clean, and smelled of soap and manly cologne.  I put
my head in his lap as I licked, sucked and felt his cock.  I marvel at how
easily his foreskin slid up and down his cock.  He was rubbing my back
and slipped his hand even lower until he was able to play with my
asshole and stick his finger in me.  Suddenly he stopped me and
whispered for me to lie back in the chair!  He slipped out of his chair and
got down on his knees between my legs, and began sucking on my cock.
He didn't just suck on me, he actually worshiped it.  He put one of my
immature balls into his mouth and sucked on it until it ached, just enough
to be uncomfortable.  He was able to slip his hand under me, so that he
could continue to play with my asshole.  I guess he could tell I was close
to cumming, so he started sucking my cock faster, while wiggling his
finger in my asshole faster.  When I came it felt like it would never stop,
and he swallowed every drop.  He eventually sat back in his chair.  He
even helped me to set up straight in my chair, and pull up my undies and
shorts.  He even asked me if I would come to the movie tomorrow.

	I was in a daze, but assured him that I would be there.  He kissed
me, and I could taste my own boy cum in his mouth.  After I
straightened up my clothes I made my way out of the theater.  As I rode
my bike home I struggled with guilt and felt dirty.  But by the time I was
safely in my bed I was horny again and played with myself until I fell
asleep without counting how many times I came.  I knew I would visit
the theater the next evening.

	I waited for the old man before entering the theater the next
evening.  He led me into the west wing and we took the last two seats
where we settled down to have sex with each other.  We sucked each
other's cock and we both ticked each other's asshole.  Somehow the
smell of his dirty asshole smell on my finger thrilled me all the way
home.  Before I left, I even agreed to visit him at his home.

	When I arrived at his home, he surprised me by asking me to put
on girl's panties and a dress.  The panties were tight, but the dress was
roomy.  He felt me up like a girl while he removed the dress.  He left the
panties on, while he pulled the crotch aside so that he could suck on me.
He swallowed the cum, while we rested he asked me if he could fuck my
boy pussy.

	I had never thought about that kind of thing before, but I found
the idea thrilling, and agreed.  He had me lay on his couch with my head
on the arm.  He lifted my legs up and positioned himself against my butt
with one knee resting on the couch and the other foot on the floor as he
placed my heels on his shoulders.  He held the crotch of the panties aside
while he forced his cock into my boy hole.  It hurt going in, and I begged
him to stop, but he didn't.  When he started fucking me I felt a stabbing
pain every time he shoved it in, but when he pulled back it felt good.
Pretty soon I was huffing and puffing in rhythm with his fucking
motion.  I even squirted cum in the panties without anyone touching my
cock.

	I knew from that moment that I was a want-a-be girl, even
though I knew I would always be a closet queen



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