Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright (c) 2006 by Al X This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material. It is NOT suitable for minors. If you are a minor, LEAVE NOW as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in your community, LEAVE NOW. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, LEAVE NOW. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. These stories are pure fiction and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. "Through the Glass" by Al X (MM cd mast panty) Don was a cross-dresser who only `wore' at home, alone. No one knew his secret. We had `met' online, and our e-mails evolved into a dom/sub relationship. I give him commands, and he fulfilled these tasks, providing pictures of proof. This went on for several months. Then I decided to take it to the next level. There was an adult bookstore in town, located midway between Don's house and mine. Most of the private viewing booths are just that - private - but others have a glass window between them, allowing you to see into the next booth. I explained all this in an e-mail to Don. "You are to meet me there, Thursday, 11:30. I am going to watch you jerk off." His next e-mail detailed all his fears, which I dismissed. I explained how this was relatively safe, then added: "This is my command. Fail me, and I will release you forever." He agreed to meet me. Driving to the bookstore, I rubbed my cock every time I stopped for a red light. I was so turned on that wet spots soaked through my underwear and onto my jeans. I found a place to park, then sat for a minute in the car to catch my breath, preparing myself for what was about to occur. Don was to be the first person I would truly dominate in person. I hurried to the door, hoping no one I knew was driving by, then meandered inside. I pretended to look at the magazines, but really, I was examining the other men in there, looking for Don. I spotted him by the description he gave me in an e-mail. Then I did the signal: I went to the counter and took out singles from my wallet. "Five dollars in tokens, please. No, make that six dollars worth." Glancing back, I saw him nod. And when I headed in the back, towards the viewing stalls. he followed me. Don was tall and lean, masculine, in good shape, late 40's. I wondered how he would look in panties. And how would he look jerking off in front of me? And where would all this lead, what other sexcapades would follow? I found one of the dual booths, and opened the door. Don walked behind me and opened the door in the adjoining booth. We were both nervous, but by this time we were both too hot to turn back. Besides, this was safe. We were going to be alone our separate rooms, with no real contact, and no exchange of bodily fluids. In my booth, I closed the door behind me and locked it. The booth was dark, except for the glow of the video screen. I popped in my first token and found a channel with a woman in panties being fingered by a woman in leather. The woman in the video was moaning, but I was listening to Don in the next room, hearing him close his door and turn on his video screen. Then I pushed the DOWN button which lowered my side of the screen. Seconds later, his side of the screen lowered, and there we were, two men standing face to face. I saw that he had chosen a gay video on his screen, a young blond taking it up the ass. I tapped on the glass. Tom's hands reached down to unsnap his pants and lowered the zipper. I watched as his jeans slid onto his thighs and revealed his hard cock straining against his wife's panty. He had chosen a sheer red thong with black edging. Very sexy. It got me even harder, as I lowered my pants to reveal my cock. I didn't look at his face; my eyes were glued to his hands as they ran over his panty and cock. The sheer fabric hid nothing, it revealed a hard long cock aching for release. I took my right hand and massaged myself over my jeans. He moved closer to the screen until he was nearly touching the glass. He was close to cumming. His cock was throbbing. He took it out of the panty, and stroked it, aiming it at the window. Seconds later he shot two loads of cum that splattered against the glass. The goo formed a large circle, then started to drip down the glass. I tapped on the glass and pointed to the floor. "On your knees," I ordered, hoping he could hear me. He could, and soon he was kneeling on the dirty floor, his face near the glass. I unzippered my pants and took my cock out, stroking it in that darkened booth. I stepped closer to the glass, until my cock was only inches from his mouth, although separated by glass. Don opened his mouth and seconds later I, too, came. My cum splattered on the glass just as his did. Don started to stand up, but I shook my head. "Stay," I commanded. I took a paper towel out of my back pocket and cleaned my cock off. Then I zipped up and tucked my shirt in. I could have ended our first encounter like this, but I wanted to add something special, just to show him that I was in total control. I opened my door and peeked out. I spied an old guy in the corner, trolling the back rooms looking for sex. "Stay," I ordered Don. I opened my door fully and called out to the old guy. "Come here." Don looked mortified through the glass, but I didn't care. The old man came over, curious as to what was going on. He looked into the other booth to see a man on his knees, with cum stains on the glass. "She's all yours," I told him, and I left the booth. The door closed behind me, and I headed out of the bookstore, out into the bright daylight. THE END Story Written during October, 2006 Last Revised on November 26, 2006 View more stories at http://www1.asstr.org/~Als_Pals/