Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2008 15:59:23 -0500
From: crim <leftleaningliberal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strange Evening 3

	In less than 24 hours, I had experienced a homosexual, bi-sexual or
just a full-fledged sexual experience that I had never contemplated and now
I was agreeing that I would take the feminine/submissive(?) role in what
might be a relationship. It was mind-boggling.
	It was nearly 11:00 Saturday before we completed the early morning
?activities? and I was dressed in yesterday?s suit. Charles had kept my
underwear and the ?commando? feel was a little odd.
	He suggested that we go get me some weekend clothes and so we went
to my condo. Upon entering, I got us both a beer and went to my bedroom to
get some clothes. Charles followed me and directed me in my clothing
choices. I selected, at his direction, some shorts with large loose legs,
jeans and a pair of khakis along with a variety of casual shirts?again, no
underwear. I changed into a pair of shorts, my deck shoes and a shirt, but
Charles decided that we should initiate my bed and we both removed our
clothes.
	Charles pulled back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed and
seeing just his glance, I dropped to my knees between his legs and moved my
mouth to his cock. I licked and nipped at his cock enjoying the texture and
feel and then began to slowly suck his cock, drawing it deeper into my
mouth. When I did not think, I could take any more, Charles grabbed my hair
and firmly, but forcefully forced my head down until my nose was in his
pubic hair. When I did not gag, I felt an unexpected sense of pride and
then began without his prompting to piston my mouth up and down and
swirling my tongue all around his hard cock. I felt him tense and pushed
down with all my might, but Charles had other ideas and pulled me up until
just the first inch or two was in my mouth and, while demanding that I look
at him, he said that I was to hold his cum in my mouth. As he released, he
let out a long moan and I struggled to do as he asked. When he pulled his
cock from my mouth, I gazed at him, begging for direction and then he
smiled and nodded. At this, I swallowed his ejaculate as if savoring a fine
wine.
	In a completely unexpected move, Charles went to my dresser and,
after rummaging through my drawers for a minute, presented me with one of
my jockstraps. He instructed me to masturbate and cum into the cup, then
put it on along with my clothes. Charles dressed and left the room and, god
help me, I did as he instructed. The feeling of wearing the cum filled
jockstrap was both exciting and a little humiliating, but I had agreed to
be the femme and wanted to see where this would go.
	We left my condo and went to have lunch at a little place near the
park. It turns out that the caf‚? was run by a lesbian couple that
bought their employee shirts and kitchen attire from Charles. Charles was
greeted with hugs by all of the employees, both men and women, and I was
greeted warmly and with ?knowing? smiles. It was as if they knew my role
without having to hear a word.
	We sat at a table on the patio overlooking the park and, from the
table, we could actually see Charles? place across the park. We had a light
lunch and, as we got up to leave, he took me into his arms, right there in
the open and kissed me. This startled me, but when the employees cheered
and applauded, I could only smile. At that moment, however, I decided to
join in the fun, so I spread my arms and took a deep bow. At this, there
was more applause and then hugs from everyone.
	Charles and I left holding hands as we crossed the park to his
place. From straight to openly gay or bi in 24 hours?who knew!
	As we entered Charles? apartment, we stripped off our clothes and
moved to his hot tub and as we sank into the water, Charles pulled me to
his side where we began to kiss and fondle each other like teenagers out at
their favorite parking spot.
	After about « hour, Charles stepped out of the tub and walked naked
across the living room and down the hall. I, without even hesitating,
admired his body and began to play with my cock, just thinking about what
had been going on during the last 24 hours. Charles returned carrying a
tube of lube and told me to lean over the edge of the tub with my elbows on
the deck and my ass out of the water. I looked into his eyes and then moved
into position. Without so much as a word, Charles pushed the lube into my
ass and, I guess, massaged some onto his cock. Then, in one thrust, he
drove his cock completely home in my ass. As I grunted, Charles grabbed my
hips and began to pound away, taking his pleasure in my ass and telling me
not to cum until he said so. It took all of my resistance to hold off, but
I did and then I felt Charles? hot juices flood into me. The sensation
almost put me over the top, but I held off and the sense of pride in doing
so brought me almost as much pleasure as the orgasm would have. I was now,
for whatever reason, letting someone else make the decisions and letting
myself go. This sensation was new and exciting while a little scary.
	When we got out of the hot tub, Charles? cock had begun to shrink,
but I was still rock hard. While I was hoping for relief, Charles had other
ideas and he placed a leather strap around my cock and balls at the
scrotum, thus keeping me hard and in need. When I asked about this, Charles
smiled and said that delayed pleasure was often the best. I was not sure
that I agreed, but I was coming for the whole ride and could only accept
what Charles wanted.
	We sat, naked, in the living room during the rest of the afternoon,
with Charles occasionally fondling my cock to keep it hard while we
listened to music and watched a little television.
	At about 7, Charles announced that we had to get dressed for dinner
and the night out. He pulled me to my feet, kissed me, squeezed my cock and
beckoned me to follow him down the hall.
	When we got to the bedroom, Charles pulled on a jock strap of his
own and then turned to me. He took a pair of my shorts and had me put them
on. He did not like the length, so he began to roll the legs up, but that
had the effect of making the leg openings tighter, so he had me take the
shorts off and then took a pair of scissors and cut the shorts off to, what
many would consider an obscenely, short length. I put them on and commented
that if my cock were not erect, it might show. Charles smiled, had me take
the shorts off, took off the strap and then had me masturbate into my
hand. Once I ejaculated, Charles had me lick up my own cum and then put the
shorts back on?I was right, when sitting the end of my cock showed. I
finished dressing in a golf shirt and my deck shoes, as instructed. Charles
had me leave the room and when he came into the living room, he was in
tight leather pants and a tight t-shirt. I stood and walked to him, looked
into his eyes and moved into his arms, giving him a deep and lingering
kiss.
	As I stepped away, Charles said that he wanted me to pull my
longish blonde hair into a pony tail. I looked at him sheepishly and did as
he asked.
	We went downstairs and got into his vehicle for the night, his
pickup truck.
	Looking at Charles, I asked where we were going and he said ?Liz?s
Bistro?. As we rode along, I could not help but look at the both of us and
how we were dressed and mouth to myself ?Liz?s Bistro.? This was going to
be some place, I was sure.