Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 11:04:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: Warren and the Woodie final part

Well, the stint at the arcade turned out pretty much a disappointment. A
bunch of guys left satisfied, but I wasn't one of them. However, I did have
a phone number and I called from a pay phone before I left town.  I got a
few cryptic comments on the phone and was asked for a number where I could
be reached in 15 minutes.  I stayed at the phone until it rang and I got my
call back. It seems that Ron was married and his wife didn't know about his
other activities.

I pretty well told him what I was interested in and gave him my number. A
few days later he called back and we set up a meeting. It seems he had a
friend who was also interested in "playing around" and the friend was single
and had a house.

What developed over the course of conversation and in my plans seemed to me
to be something that would be pretty special.

I would meet him in the parking lot of a chain store mall and we would go to
the friend's house. I was going to be dressed in drag and among other
things, we would do some other anal things, tampons, an enema and some fun
around the house. It would give me the opportunity to parade around in those
silky undergarmets, be touched and enemaed and then a good reaming out. It
all sounded pretty great. I bought a new black slip just for the occasion. I
packed my bags complete with a couple fleet enemas, a mineral oil fleet, my
douche bulb, tampax, suppositories, the whole nine yards.  We met in the
parking lot and I followed him to his friend's house. Then things went sour.
First off his friend was only interested in sucking really young studs and I
was now past 30. Second, he wanted nothing to do with enemas and my cross
dressing turned him off. I asked Ron if we could just use a room at his
friend's place and the friend wouldn't even agree to that. Somewhere along
the line Ron had missed communication with his friend.
He apologized and said if I was interested we could go out to a roadside
park and he would fuck my ass in a toilet there.  I really wasn't interested
in doing that, not after all the preparation I had made.
I was just about as down about the whole thing as I could get.
Anyway, I headed on down the road and before too long I came to an adult
store out on the edge of the next town. It was not a heavy traffic area and
I had never been there. I slipped a shirt and pants over my crossdress
clothes and went in with my wig, purse full of goodies and lubrication
tucked in my shirt.
Once in the store I got a roll of quarters and headed for the arcade. To my
surprise it was a two booth arcade. No wonder there was little traffic.
Actually there were three booths but one was marked out of order. I got in
the center one and slipped out of my jeans and shirt and put on the wig. I
started dropping quarters and before long there was a young stud in the
booth next door.
I did my rubbing act and before long there was a very nice cock through the
hole in the wall.  I rolled a rubber on it and sucked it briefly. Then I
quickly scribbled a note asking if he wanted a piece of my ass. It came back
thanks but just a bj was what he was after. I obliged and he left.
I kept trying and the result was I gave four different guys head. Then I
noticed a cock sticking through the hole from the out of order booth. I
played with it a bit and then dug into the purse and got out a reality
condom. Those are the female ones for internal use. I made a major event out
of putting it in place and then backed my ass up against the hole in the
wall. There was an attempt at entering me and then he withdrew.  A moment
later I heard a knock on the door to the booth. I wanted to make certain he
knew what I was after so I pulled my panties down to my knees and lifted the
slip and skirt up over my back.  I unlocked the door on the booth and bent
over.  He got the idea.
Now the reality condom is a great idea, but it does have some shortcomings.
When used for anal protection, it reduces somewhat the ability of the
aggressor as it were to push in. There I was bent over, one hand behind me
holding the condom in place and trying to guide him home with my other. We
were ultimately successful and I felt first the head and then a couple
inches of cock sliding into my ass. Finally I was going to get a little ass
action.  He no more than got a good start and we both heard the sound of a
customer coming in the front door. He withdrew, said I'll be back and left
me waiting.  After about 20 minutes I gave up and put on my jeans and shirt
and exited.
"Sorry," he said, "I just didn't think it would look too good if someone
came in and I was caught with my cock up a customer's ass." Thank goodness
Warren didn't feel that way years ago.

This is the end of these personal adventures.  The stories are true. The
adventures have been many and have been pruned down to have a bit of
continuity.
Comments and suggestions are welcome.  I will try and write some more about
individual experiences as time permits but this will be the last about
Warren and the Woodie.