Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:42:52 -0500 From: Amber Fountaine Subject: Ledge Falls Park, Ch. 5 Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author. Ledge Falls Park by Amber Fountaine Chapter Five "Kayla, I'm sure you have some questions. Where do you want me to begin?" Was that ever an understatement! If I had an hour to write down all the questions that had occurred to me so far that week, I'd barely get started on the list. I didn't have `some' questions, I had about a gazillion of them - like enough to fill one of my ring binders from school. But as far as my dad was concerned, I could narrow it down to a few areas and go from there. What I'd really like would be a few days for him to go into every detail of his youth. I was certain there'd be some mistakes in my future I could avoid if I had the benefit of my dad's experiences. However, at the top of my list was the remark he'd made about my mom having better luck with me than she'd had with him and he'd been referring to my mom dressing me as a girl when I'd been much smaller. He was under the impression that I remembered it and that was why I'd decided to try dressing as Kayla again. It was such a good excuse that I didn't want to screw it up by asking questions about things I should remember. But I thought that maybe I could learn more by asking about what my mom had done with him. "You said mom had better luck with me," I told him. "Why didn't she have any better luck with you? Is that why you two divorced?" That seemed like a couple of good questions to start. I didn't realize how good until I saw my dad take a very deep breath before he started. "Let me answer the second question first. I'm not sure exactly what your mom expected from our marriage and I don't think she did either. If it was constant disappointment, I should have made her deliriously happy. Some people, if you give them lemons, they make lemonade. Not your mom. If you gave her lemonade, it would be too sour, or sweet, or not cold enough, or something. If I gave her Champagne, it was the wrong brand or the wrong year. Nothing pleased her and that included us. Before you were born, when someone would ask whether she was hoping for a boy or girl, she'd say boy most of the time. But when you were born a boy, she complained that she'd really been hoping for a girl. As for me, I was a constant and continuous disappointment. I asked her once why she'd ever married me and without a moment's hesitation, she told me that it was so she could make my life miserable. At first I thought she was flippant, but as I thought about it, I realized it was probably the most honest thing she'd ever told me. "So as far as her not having better luck with me when she tried to feminize me, that was just one very small part of a much bigger picture. She knew about some of the things I'd done in my teens and decided to repeat them. I told her I didn't think I'd enjoy it but that meant nothing to her. Then she was disappointed again when I didn't enjoy it. Go figure." I wanted to be sure I got it right and asked, "She wanted you to dress like a girl and you didn't want to?" "Sort of. Not dress like a girl like you are right now. That might have been fun, if it was something we could have done together, but it would have put me on even ground with her. No, what she wanted was for me to dress in her underwear and be a total sissy. She loved to degrade me and call me names and embarrass me in front of our friends or people we knew. The more humiliation she could cause me, the more she loved it. I didn't." Roni asked, "What made her think you'd go for it to begin with?" Count on Roni to ask the deeper, more meaningful questions. I'd have never thought to ask that one. "She knew about all the things I'd done before I met her." What followed was one of the most exciting - and highly unusual - conversations that any young man has ever had with his dad. Actually, most of the conversation was between Roni and my dad. I was too stunned by it all to speak much. Roni had packed a lot of knowledge and experience into the few extra years she had over me and seemed to know exactly what questions to ask to keep my dad's narration going. I learned that Uncle Ben had never been a real uncle. He'd been my Aunt Martha's boyfriend when she and my dad had been my age and that they'd become lovers, eventually involving my dad, and that Aunt Martha, and `Uncle Ben' were still lovers, even though each was married now to someone else. I also learned that my mom had been a friend of Aunt Martha's, and as a result, had known all about what had happened sexually between Ben, Martha, and my dad. "She didn't know about some of the other things," my dad told us. "But the things she learned from your aunt and Ben were bad enough. It gave your mom the inspiration that I was supposed to share her with Ben any time he was in town the same way that Ben and Martha had shared each other with me. I tried to explain that I wasn't, `shared,' as she'd phrased it, but, `used,' for their pleasure. All your mom did in response to that argument was shrug and tell me, Okay, then Ben can use me,' and walked off to get ready." Then he looked at Roni. "By the way, if you're wondering, Kayla's mom didn't know about everything, but your mom does. She's a stickler for honesty and I've told her everything that I can possibly remember and that was . . . before we were engaged. So all of this is old news to her." There was one question I was dying to ask, and thankfully, Roni was reading my thoughts - or maybe we just shared the same interest. "So what did this Ben have going for him?" Roni asked. "Was he hung like a horse or something?" My dad sort of smiled and blushed and nodded his head. "Yeah. I guess you could say that. I've never been around horses, but I can tell you I've never been around a bigger cock either." That made us all laugh. I couldn't get over how cool it was to be able to talk to Roni's mom and now my dad about things like this. I had to wonder why more parents weren't like that. Still, I held back a little. I desperately wanted to ask how many cocks he'd "been around," as he'd put it, but that seemed like something we should discuss at a later date. However I did think of a way to get more information. "Was he as big as the guys in the porno films?" Dad looked at me and I realized I might have screwed up. "Where have you been watching porn films?" I knew he was wondering if I'd gotten into the ones in his bedroom. It was on my `to-do' list, but as yet I hadn't really had a chance to go through them; just a cursory glance at the, "Sub goes Bi," DVD we'd shown Randy. "I've seen the advertisements for them on the internet," I answered. It was the truth. I didn't need to volunteer information about all the large cocks I'd drooled over the last couple of days looking at pictures in the eGroups. My dad had been talking to me like he and I were best buds, the way I talked with Chris or my friends at school. But he couldn't resist being `dad' too. "That computer in your room is supposed to be for school work. If your grades fall off, I'll take it out and you'll have to use the one in the den." Then before we could get back to talking about the size of Uncle Ben's cock, the focus of my thoughts at the moment, the whole conversation came to a halt. First Roni asked, since we'd mentioned computers, when my dad was going to get Jim to install a new router and wiring for a computer in her room. Then my dad realized how late it was getting and said he had to go to his office for a few hours and left to get dressed. "I wanted to hear more about Uncle Ben," I told Roni. "Yeah. Me too. Don't you want to know if your dad is still doing that with other guys?" He hadn't mentioned anything about still having sex with other men. He'd made it sound like it was something he only did with Uncle Ben when he was around. "You think he does?" "Well think for a minute. He said there were things your mom didn't know about. And he made it sound like your uncle made him suck off him and his friends. But he also told us he'd met my mom at a party and had sucked off my mom's date and he didn't say anything about this uncle being there to make him do that. That makes me think he might have been doing other guys besides your uncle without anyone making him do it - like he liked doing it, right? So doesn't it make sense that he'd still like doing it?" I shrugged. I didn't know and was more concerned with myself than my dad. Once again Roni had made me think about the last few days and the effect they'd have on my life in the future. For the moment at least, Kayla was truly a cum slut. There was some sort of unbelievable, addictive power in being a sissy. Older boys and grown men, who might never consider me worth speaking to as a boy, were willing to court my attention as a sissy cocksucker. Would that power diminish as I grew older? Would I or could I assume a `normal' heterosexual lifestyle when I became an adult? Part of me wanted very much to be `normal' yet I'd learned from Roni's books and the internet that there may not be any such thing as `normal' and to pursue that was pointless. What we might have pursued was more speculation about the things my dad hadn't mentioned if he hadn't stuck his head in the door on the way out to remind us we were on the payroll. He was dressed more like he was going to play golf. However he had his briefcase and a folio of artwork, so I knew he was really going to the office. "If I get a good start on the work I brought back last night and finish the rest tomorrow morning, maybe Jean and I can get out of here together this weekend. She's never been to Catalina." Then he told us he was meeting Jean for dinner and that we were on our own for meals for the rest of the day. He left us each twenty dollars as an advance in case we wanted to call for pizza delivery or something like that. "Pizza sounds good to me," Roni said as my dad went out the door. Pizza was fine with me. We'd had it Monday night for supper, but I was going through a phase when I'd have had it for breakfast, lunch and supper. Then I let slip what was really on my mind. "Maybe Randy would like to come over." "Slut! You can't wait to get at his cock again." It was true. That was exactly what I'd been thinking. My dad's saga had never gotten explicitly sexual, but hearing about how my aunt had dressed him as a girl and how Ben had fed him his cock many times in their teens, as well as inviting others to use my dad sexually, had me craving a cock in my mouth. My dad had acted like he no longer did that or had the urge to do that but Roni had made some good points. While Ben may have been instrumental in getting him started, it was obvious he'd continued down the cock sucking path for at least a few years on his own and that had to mean he'd enjoyed it. So maybe there was some sort of genetic disposition involved. One thing for sure, his son sure was enjoying it and couldn't wait to fill his hungry sissy mouth with another cum filled cock. While Roni said she thought the sound of the vacuum cleaner was irritating, I felt just the opposite. To me it was a steady drone that canceled out any outside noises and left me alone in my thoughts. So as soon as we got back to work, I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and began to do the rugs in all the rooms, something we hadn't been able to do while my dad had been napping, while Roni made beds and put away laundry. That was all we had left to do and the timing was perfect. I was putting the machine back in the pantry when the doorbell rang. When you're a young boy dressed as a maid, someone at the door is a scary thought. But I knew, after I'd mentioned having Randy over, that Roni had intended to call him. So that doorbell could mean the start of a very pleasant afternoon. Roni shifted my thoughts back to the scary category. "That should be our lunch. My treat," she said, handing me the twenty she'd gotten from my dad. "You did say you wanted pizza." Then she added with a smirk, "But you get the door." That eased my tension a little. An anonymous pizza delivery boy couldn't be too bad. I didn't have to speak to him, merely hand him the money, get the change, and give him a tip. The trip to the front door became a montage of sorts as I passed each of the many mirrors. A glance at the first one showed the fear in my eyes, but that progressively disappeared to be replace by the face of a smiling young lady by the time I opened the door. After exchanging the twenty in my hand for the pizza in his, I waited silently for him to count out my change. I wondered, since the total had been $9.50, if the guy would have sense to give me change for the ten so I could tip him more than fifty cents. It appeared he did as he kept going back and forth through the money he had with him, as if making sure he had the correct amount or was having trouble finding a five among all the ones and twenties. Then I realized that what he was doing was pretending to be busy with his money while he was stealing glances at me. He must have looked up at me ten times before I caught on. At first I thought maybe he was stalling, trying to get me to tip him the whole ten bucks, but then I saw he was beginning to smile shyly and was checking me out. It occurred to me that he was trying to find some way to flirt with me. That excited me to the point where I forgot to keep my mouth shut. "If you have change for the ten, I can tip you a couple of bucks," I said as softly and as feminine as I could. He was still smiling, blushing a little, but my remark caused him to look me squarely in the eye and I realized instantly that I'd made a mistake. "I thought that was you," he said. "You, uh . . . look nice. Really. Uh, hot. Does Blake know . . . you uh . . . do this? I was caught by my friend's older brother. Blake was the guy I knew from school whose dad owned a bike shop. Brandon - that was his name. It came to me the instant he'd looked me in the eye. It was the same name as the boy that had lived behind us on the other side of the ridge - in the house where Miss Marty now lived. No connection really but . . . Why did everything seem to somehow be connected to sex? Even something as simple as eating a pizza? So much for an anonymous stranger delivering pizza. I was about to tell him that Blake didn't know and that I'd appreciate very much his not ever knowing when Roni interrupted. "Is there a problem?" she asked as she moved to stand beside me. "Uh, no," Brandon told her. "I was just getting your change." "Good. I'd hate to have my mom tell Bill Collins that one of his drivers has a problem." "Uh no, honest . . . I was . . . uh Kyle" "Kayla," Roni corrected him. "Kyle is gone for the summer and Kayla is visiting me and helping with the work around here. Are you the regular delivery boy for this area?" "Uh, yes ma'am." "Then I expect we'll be seeing more of you, unless there's a problem?" "No ma'am, no problem." He'd been hurriedly counting out the change after Roni's appearance and though I'd handed him the twenty, he handed the change to Roni. I would have tipped him a couple of dollars; Roni handed him the five that was part of the change. As flirtatiously as possible, Roni told him, "What time should we call next time so that you'll have a few minutes to visit with us?" "I uh, after . . . I go in at eleven, but we're busy most of the time until one-thirty. Then I'm off until five. It's a split shift and some nights . . . like weekends I work until midnight." "So if we call a little after one next week, you could make this your last delivery?" If I'd been that pizza delivery boy and had Roni purring at me like that, I'd have creamed in my pants. I couldn't help but glance down at his crotch and as luck would have it, that's when he turned to look at me again, knowing I was observing the swelling there. "Yeah, I . . . I could do that." "Then we'll look forward to seeing you next week. In the meantime, our pizza is getting cold." Brandon took the hint and turned on his heals, leaving me to explain the situation to Roni after I'd closed the door. "Do you think it will be a problem?" she asked. I didn't know. If Brandon told Blake and Blake decided to blab all over school that I'd spent the summer dressed as a girl . . . Not good. I'd be labeled a sissy for sure. But then, I'd been one of Chris's good friends and Chris had been our athletic star the previous year. If I denied being a sissy and claimed Blake, or his brother, was making it up, there was a good chance that the guys would believe me over Blake. But there was also . . . I couldn't quite explain it, but . . . I thought maybe Blake . . . there seemed to me for some reason I couldn't explain that maybe Blake would like Kayla. I had a hunch that a lot of boys, while they may talk to each other about how horrible sissies were, weren't above spending some fun time with one if the opportunity arose. Chris was the perfect example. No one would suspect Chris of being a sissy or having anything to do with sissies. Yet he'd gladly had sex with me and his cousin Marvin or Melisa seemed to be something that he'd been doing for some time. In addition, I was beginning to have doubts about trying to hide something I seemed to enjoy as much as being Kayla. As we ate our lunch, I asked, "Who is Bill Collins? Does he own that pizza place?" "That one and a couple of dozen more. My mom used to date him. He told me one time that he'd hire me to deliver pizza for him when I was old enough to have a car and license and that the delivery guys made big bucks in tips, so I wouldn't worry about him telling your friend." That reminded me that we had the whole afternoon and early evening to ourselves and no one to share it with. "Did you call Randy?" She'd just taken a big bite of pizza and nearly spit it out, trying to laugh and say something and swallow at the same time. Getting control, she chewed a moment, then swallowed and told me, "You really do have a one track mind don't you. Do you ever think of anything else lately but sucking dick?" That did seem to be at the top of my thinking list for the last three days - if not longer if I was honest about my thoughts of Chris. But as a matter of fact, I did think of a few other things. One of the things I'd been thinking about as we ate was my bicycle. For the last couple of days, off and on, I'd been thinking about getting my bike out so I could ride over to Ledge Falls Park. Running into Brandon and thinking of Blake and the fact that he was working in his dad's bike shop that summer reminded me again. But before I could explain that to Roni, she let the question drop and told me, "Well you're out of luck. Randy is busy doing some things for his mom today. But he's going to call me tonight and maybe we can all get together later this weekend. He seems to be as anxious to see you as he is to see me. I think I'm jealous." I knew she was teasing, at least a little. There was no way any guy was going to want to see me more than Roni. Of course I might have been a little more than prejudiced. To me, Roni had to be the most beautiful, sexy woman alive, having coincidentally moved to the pinnacle of that list just about the time we started our sexual games. Funny how it works that way. But the news about Randy opened up the rest of the day for us. So I told her that I might try to get my bike going. "Ledge Falls Park," she said with a smirk. "Should have known that's the second thing you'd think of. If the movers didn't ruin mine, I'll go with you." I'd seen a girl's bike in the garage amongst a big pile of things in the back of the garage that the movers had left for Jean to go through at her convenience. The one I'd seen had been a little girl's bike; pink, with a white basket, and streamers from the handlebar grips. I didn't see Roni riding that any more and suddenly worried that maybe she intended to ride my bike and make me ride that one! "Would little Kayla like to have my old bike if he can't get his fixed?" she asked, as if reading my thoughts. I didn't answer, instead going to the garage with Roni behind me. My bike didn't need fixing. I was just concerned about the condition of the tires and tubes. One of my tires was flat and the other low, but after pumping them both up, they seemed to hold air okay. To my relief, Roni got out another mountain bike, much like mine, from behind a pile of boxes. The tires weren't real low, but we touched them off to be sure. I told her, "I was afraid you were gonna make me ride that pink bike." "I might," she told me. "I don't know why my mom saved that. I told her to sell it or give it away years ago. I haven't ridden it in ten years at least. Maybe she knew that some day Kayla might want it." As a joke, I went over to the pink bike and sat on it, not the easiest thing to do under any circumstances, and made more difficult as we were still in the maid outfits. We laughed and cut up as I tried riding the small bike around in the large garage, empty except for the stored household belongings, mostly Jean and Roni's, along a back wall. I was putting the pink bike back where it'd been when I heard Roni exclaim, "Oh wow! I'd forgotten about this stuff." She was rummaging around in a large box and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes. "These would be perfect. Try them on." After nearly crushing an empty box with my weight when I tried to sit on it, and getting a hearty laugh from Roni as she watched me go over backwards in a very un-ladylike way, I put the shoes on and they fit. If anything, they were a size too big. "This whole box is stuff my mom has already gone through and is going to get rid of. She's doing the summer stuff first. I'm supposed to go through my stuff too and put anything I don't want in here." By then, she was pulling things out of the box with both hands, sorting it on top of some of the other boxes. "This is all stuff my mom doesn't want and things that were given to her for me to wear that I didn't want. We started going through our things before we moved here. A lot of this stuff is perfect for you and Rhonda!" Suddenly, Roni picked up the whole box and emptied it on the floor. Then she began going through the pile, occasionally tossing something back in the box, but putting most of it in three piles on top of other boxes. Sporadically, she'd hold something up against her to get a better look at it or more often, would hold it against me. At one point, she paused to hold a smock against me. "I'm surprised my mom finally got rid of this. It's a blouse she wore when she was pregnant with me. But it'll look cute on you when you're in diapers - or maybe I'll keep it to wear when I'm in diapers. This too," she said, holding the top of a pair of ladies cotton pajamas. "Wouldn't this be precious with some of those ruffled panties over a diaper?" We hadn't mentioned diapers since the fun we'd had the previous day. And that reminded me that my bed had been wet when I'd woken up that morning. Not soaked or soggy, but damp enough that I was sure I'd peed in my panties some time during the night. "Is that what you want to do this afternoon?" I asked. "Wear diapers?" I was sure that would be a very pleasant afternoon indeed. "No. Didn't you hear what your dad said? He wants to take my mom to Catalina or someplace for the weekend. You can wear diapers until you get diaper rash if they leave us alone for a few days. Maybe I can find a little girl outfit for you and we can go to the park so you can play on the swings and slides like the other little girls in diapers. Wouldn't that be fun?" Yes it would be fun. But no, I wasn't going to do it. I didn't argue. Instead I avoided answering and asked her, "So what do you want to do then?" "Dress you like a big girl and go to the park like we'd planned." I didn't recall that we'd made any such plan definite. We were going to check our bikes with the possibility of going to the park. I guess filling the tires and pronouncing both bikes usable was what had turned the plan definite. "Big girl how?" I asked hesitantly. There were a lot of ways she could dress me like a big girl. For sure I wasn't going to wear a skirt. Once again she seemed to read my mind. Reaching for one of the piles of clothes, she selected some lime green shorts or short legged slacks. They came below my knees, longer than any I'd ever worn and clearly more feminine than anything I'd worn on our previous excursions that week. Had she tried to get me out of the house in those on Tuesday or even the day before, I might have balked. However this was my fourth day of being Kayla and with Kayla pretty much out in the open anyway, I hesitated but a moment before trying to pick out a blouse to go with it and was visibly disappointed when Roni suggested I not wear a padded bra. I was really beginning to love the idea of having those sexy protrusions on my chest. "Wear the training bra I gave you," she told me as we changed. "But leave the pads out. If anyone looks close they'll see the bra though that blouse and know for sure you're a sissy. That's what you want isn't it?" That was something to think about and I knew she was partially right. Given a chance, I was at a place in my shift of attitude where I wanted, at least in some situations, to flaunt my newly acquired feminine side. As far as I'd come and as quick as it had happened, it was obvious I hadn't fought it at all. Maybe there was a lot to my dad's remark to Jean and Roni that he thought I was secretly a sissy. With the experiences he'd had when he'd been my age, maybe he'd seen some signs that I wouldn't have known existed. For whatever reason, I looked Roni in the eye and told her, "Yeah, I do." I did want to look like a sissy and I was getting to where I didn't care who knew it. When Brandon had come to the door and recognized me, there'd been a moment of panic. My immediate reaction was one of fear of the guys at school finding out about sissy Kyle, the boy that wanted to be Kayla, a girl. But then I'd thought about something Roni had said earlier in the week when we'd been talking about things other than sex. In many ways she wanted to finish her senior year at the same school she'd been going to for the last three years; where she had friends of both sexes. But her mom had assured her that going to a new school wasn't a problem and reminded her of how easily she'd made new friends each time her dad had moved them around. And when we'd joked about me starting school in the fall as Kayla, she'd told me that it pretty much wouldn't matter what I did, that if I went as Kyle, I'd have the same friends I'd always had and if I went as Kayla, some of those guys might still be friends but that any new friends I made would be ones that liked guys like Kayla. I knew she was right. If being Kayla was important to me, then I shouldn't have to hide it just to make my friends like me. If they were really friends, they'd still like me. If they weren't then I didn't need them as friends. By the time Roni was deciding what if any makeup we should wear, I was almost hoping Brandon did say something about Kayla to Blake. I showed Roni a way to ride from our house to Ledge Falls Park where we didn't have to go on a main road except for a short way and there were sidewalks on that part of the trip. Not only was it safer to take the back roads, there were less people that might notice what appeared to be two young girls out for a bike ride - not that I didn't enjoy the couple of times we got whistled at or the cat calls. "That guy in the cable company truck was kind of cute," Roni told me, indicating the one that had hollered, "Sweet ass," or something like that. "Maybe you should have waved and we wouldn't have to ride all the way to the park." I might have pointed out that we were within sight of the park but let it go. My mind was elsewhere. One advantage of the back roads was that it was quiet enough for Roni and I to discuss my thoughts about my friends at school and she'd agreed completely. She even gave me something else to consider. "You might do better with the ladies in high school if they think you're gay or a sissy or something like that. They won't feel as threatened by you and everyone says it's a woman's nature to want to change a man. You might have girls lined up and ready to do their best to convince you straight sex is better." That was a really interesting theory and one I wanted to learn more about but Roni changed the subject on me. "The only reason I really want to stay at my old school is Jennifer," she told me. "But she's a real friend and we'll always be friends no matter what." "Maybe she could switch schools too," I suggested, not knowing what was involved with doing that. "I think you can do that okay if it's in the same school district," Roni explained. "But this is a different school district and you have to live in the district. If I want to keep going to my old school I have to put down my grandma's address or Jen's." "Maybe she could put down that she lived at our house?" Roni was riding slightly ahead of me and completely stopped, making me stop too. "What if she did live at our house?" Roni countered, getting excited. "I don't think her folks would care. I don't think my mom would mind. In fact, about a year ago she suggested to Jen that she come live with us if she had any more problems. What do you think your dad would say? It would only be for the year until we graduate. Then we'd get jobs and our own place or go to college together or something." I strongly suspected that if it was okay with Jean, it would be okay with my dad. Unless it caused some serious problems, he wasn't likely to go against Jean's wishes. As easily as she'd talked him into accepting Kayla was proof of that. But then, it seemed that he'd already been aware there was a `Kayla' hiding somewhere inside of me before I'd learned about it myself. And we did have the unused guest room, although I suspected Jen and Roni would want to share Roni's room. Thoughts of that were causing a very unladylike bulge in what Roni had told me were correctly called, "Capri Pants," and not long shorts. Roni had put on some that were similar but yellow and much tighter than mine. I knew the guy that had hollered had been talking about Roni's sweet ass and not mine. My skinny ass in her mom's old pants would hardly get that kind of attention. And there was a very good reason I'd been letting her ride ahead. The view from behind her was fantastic. After telling her I thought my dad would go along with anything she talked her mom into and getting a laugh from her about that, I asked a question that I was sure had been on both our minds but had gone unspoken. "What if we see your dad again?" She shrugged like it was unimportant. "I don't know. I suppose I could ask him, `How's tricks?' and see if he catches on that I know about him." Unfortunately I was still so naïve that she had to explain it to me before I could catch on. It seemed like she was being just a bit too nonchalant to be real and wasn't really sure what she'd do. "Do you want to come in the men's room with me and watch?" "Maybe," was all the commitment I could get her to make. By then we were cutting across the path that led from the lower part of the park to the upper part and we rode in silence as we approached the restroom building. "You go in and see if anyone is there," she told me, looking around nervously. I was nervous too. With Randy with me, I'd been the one pretending to be nonchalant. By myself, dressed as I was, I looked more like a flaming faggot than Miss Marty had. But I also knew that this place might well become my favorite `playground' in the months ahead. I had Chris right next door but he'd be starting High School in a couple of months and would have his own world of friends and activities and might not want to keep seeing `Kayla' all the time. There could easily be times when if I wanted a cock to suck, I'd have to `cruise' for it like the guys talked about on the internet. So leaving Roni to hold my bike, I entered the Men's room. The rubber soles of the tasseled shoes made my footsteps so quiet that I was sure someone could hear my heartbeat as I went in. I'm not sure if it was relief or disappointment that I felt when I discovered the place was empty. "Nobody is here," I told Roni, sticking my head back out the door. "I want to see," she said, laying down both bikes and using a big lock she carried on hers, locked them together. Then she came in with me and began to inspect the place. She patted the counter next to the sink. "Is this where you said Randy fucked that guy?" When I nodded, she opened the center of the three cubicles. "There's holes in both the walls in here. You know, like we talked about." "Glory holes," I told her, showing that I was learning the terminology of gay sex. "I want to do it." That was fine by me. Anything she wanted to do was okay but I had no idea what she was talking about. "Do what?" "Use a glory hole. Get in one of the other toilets and stick your dick through the wall." She was in the middle cubicle. The one to the right was larger and marked for handicap. Considering what we were doing, I have no idea why I was worried about possibly being ticketed for using a handicap commode, but I went in the one to the left just to be safe. "Hurry," she urged. It wasn't necessary. We both knew there had to be a good reason why the man named Ken had stood guard at the door yesterday while Randy and I and Carl and Miss Marty had enjoyed some kinky restroom sex. And while Roni was a girl and I was a boy, what we were about to do was just as kinky. Just because I knew what a glory hole was now didn't mean I knew exactly how to use one. However the concept was simple enough. You pull your dick out, stick it through the hole, and the person on the other side of the wall gives you an anonymous blow job. In this case, it was even less anonymous than my encounter with the anonymous pizza boy, but once Roni's lips encircled my stiff prick, none of that mattered. Nor was I at all surprised, as we finished and headed for the door, that she made me stop to kiss me. I knew it wasn't a romantic kiss and exactly why she wanted to do it. She still had my cum in her mouth and she pushed it into mine. I never hesitated taking it and swallowing it. After all, that's what a good cum slut does. To be continued. The next part of the "Wet Panties" series will be in, "Bisexual, Beginnings," and will be titled, "Ben's Booty Boy." It will be about Kyle's dad when he was a teen and early adult. That will be followed by more adventures of Kayla and the Fourth of July weekend of 1999. Maybe by the 4th of July of 2009, we'll have his adventures up to date and maybe not. There's an awful lot of interesting things that could happen to a sissy cum slut in ten years . . . No telling how long it might take to tell them all.