Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2015 17:18:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Trap Part 11

Glory Hole Trap (part 11)

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.

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When Marsha and I returned home I asked about desert, and she said, "I have
a special very healthy desert in mind."

"I haven't heard of any truly healthy deserts," I said, "what do you have
in mind?"

"I want you to make love to me, to take my virginity," Marsha said.

"Low calorie and good exercise," I said, "sounds like the kind of thing we
should do every day."

"Sounds like a deal," said Marsha, smiling broadly, "but we better get
started."

I led Marsha to the bedroom and we enjoyed undressing each other, doing a
lot of kissing along the way.

Once naked, we got into bed and Marsha stroked me to erection.  When I was
hard, she rolled a condom onto me and had me lay on my back.

"Do you mind if we start out in the Cowgirl position?" Marsha asked.

"I don't know what that is, but let's give it a try," I said.

Marsha put lube on my cock and climbed on top, positioning herself above my
cock.  She pressed her hole to my cock and pushed down.  It felt truly
incredible – I wanted to thrust into her but knew that anal could be
painful, so I just let her take things at her own pace.

Soon she was all the way down and I was completely inside her.  We were
both smiling, and soon Marsha was riding me.  This was unlike anything I
had ever experienced – much tighter than any pussy.  She continued to
ride me for about ten minutes, when Marsha said, "care to take over?"

With me deep inside her, Marsha lay down on me and we rolled over on the
bed, leaving her on the bottom with her legs still around me.  I lifted her
legs and placed them against my chest and up to my shoulders.  I stroked in
and out of her while I gently squeezed her nipples.

I knew that once I came I would be finished, so I wanted to make sure
Marsha climaxed first.  But I wasn't sure how Marsha would climax while
making love, but I did my best to maintain my composure and not cum.  I
pumped in and out of her for another 15 minutes, and Marsha began to
climax.  I saw her clitty squirt on her belly, and once that happened I
knew I could release.  I picked up the pace and soon I filled the condom.
I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her close.

After catching my breath I pulled out said, "just lay here for now, dear."

I went to the bathroom and flushed the condom and cleaned up.  I ran some
warm water and wet a washcloth and soaped it up.  Returning the the
bedroom, I cleaned Marsha, front and back.

Returning the washcloth to the bathroom, I returned and lay next to Marsha
and cuddled with her.  It was wonderful holding a freshly-climaxed Marsha,
held her close, making sure she felt safe and cared for.

We drifted off to sleep, both of us thoroughly spent.

We awoke on Tuesday and Marsha turned to me and said, "Thank you for last
night – you are a wonderful lover!"

"I was starting to run out of steam when you finally climaxed," I said.

"Oh that!  I came four times before shooting," she said.

"I don't understand," I said.

"While we made love, I had multiple girl climaxes, all of which were
wonderful.  But you took me all the way to the final climax, where I
squirted.  You don't really need to take me that far."

"How am I supposed to know?" I asked.

"If you watch my nipples, they harden on each climax – or you can just
ask me," she said.

"I don't want to be one of those 'fast cumming' guys who leaves his lady
unfulfilled," I said "when I enter you, dear, I don't want to pull out
until you have been satisfied – please help me to know when you are
there."

"Okay," Marsha said, "I'll tell you when I climax the first time" she said,
"everything after that is a bonus!"

"That sounds good to me," I said.

We got up and showered together. We enjoyed washing each other's bodies,
but avoided cumming so we could enjoy lovemaking tonight.

We went to work, each looking forward to lovemaking tonight.

Thoughout my work day I felt I was the luckiest guy in the world!  After
work I immediately went home and found Marsha making dinner.  She was
already acting like my wife and I liked it.  I finally realized that I did
indeed love Marsha, and resolved to tell her.

I helped Marsha with dinner preparation, and when it was in the oven I
asked her to come to the couch.  After a few minutes of kissing I said, "I
love you Marsha – I know that now."

Marsha smiled and said, "I love you too!"

"I'm ready for this yet," I said, "but would we be able to marry if we
wanted to?"

"I'm not sure about that," Marsha said, "I have a legal name change, but
not a legal gender change.  Same sex marriage is now legal, but you know
that marriage records are public record, so if you marry me it will be
clear that it is a same-sex marriage, if anyone checks."

"There was a time when I would find that objectionable," I said, "but I'm
not so sure about that anymore."

"Well, it's not impossible, and I would love to be your wife – if you
should ever ask," replied Marsha.

"Marsha dear," I said, "I love everything about our relationship, but there
is this other side where I must be a cocksucker."

"That's true," Marsha said, "and I think you are ready to have a 'regular'
assigned to you."

"What does that mean, and what will it mean to us?" I asked.

"A man will be given your contact information and you will be required to
blow him whenever he demands it.  I know this is a requirement and will
expect you to just do it as needed, but hopefully still be my man."

"I don't think that cocksucking will ever change how I feel about you,
dear," I said.

"You did perfectly well at the glory hole last night, so if you feel you
are ready, I'll call and arrange for you to have a regular," she said.

"Okay, but how long will this last?" I asked.

"Nobody can tell," she said, "it could be less than a year or a lifetime.
It is simply something you must do, and I will understand."

"I suppose I have to accept that," I agreed.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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