Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 17:27:12 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ledge Falls Park, Chap. One

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. This story is a continuation of the "Wet Panties" series that began
with "Wet Panties" (Bisexual, Urination, Oct. 7, 08) and then, "The Mall"
(Transgender, Teen, Jan. 6, 09). You can pick the story up here, but it
might be more enjoyable to read the others first.


				Ledge Falls Park
			     by Amber Fountaine

				   Chapter One

	Randy and I watched Roni, my new step-sister, walk back toward
Randy's truck. For several reasons, I wanted to holler at her to come back
and come with us. For one thing, going together to the men's restroom at
Ledge Falls Park had been mostly at her insistence. Now, half-way between
the parking lot and the restroom building, she'd backed out.
	The biggest reason I wanted Roni with me was that she had been
instrumental in all the wild, kinky, crazy sexual adventures I'd had that
week. Beginning Monday morning, when I'd found a pair of her pissed in
panties on the edge of the bathroom sink, she'd been my sexual guru,
mentoring my budding, teenage sexuality.
      Now I suppose I could have just ignored those sexy, pissed in
panties, but . . . No Way! A perpetually horny fourteen-year-old, weeks
from his fifteenth birthday, just doesn't pass up an opportunity - any
opportunity - to expand his sexual horizons. No matter how strange or weird
it might seem at first, no door shall be left unopened. Some of that
expansion had begun a few weeks earlier when I'd watched my buddy Chris
jack off and that had created some fantasies of doing things with his cock
that had surprised, yet excited me. Added to that had been some remarks
from Chris about Roni being so super hot and sexy - which I agreed with
completely. Then he'd made some remark about me being so dumb that if I had
a chance to get in her panties, I'd put them on.
      That notion got added to and mingled in with the other's I'd already
been harboring about Chris, and while I knew it wasn't right for a boy to
have sex with another boy, I'd wondered a couple of times if pretending to
be a girl to do it might make it more acceptable. It was part of that
teenage logic where you're always looking for some loophole that justifies
doing something you've been told you're not supposed to do.
	Now in my opinion, Chris was the one that I considered . . . well
. . . slow. Not on his feet - he was a great athlete. But there was a good
reason he was two years older and only a grade ahead of me in school. Let's
just say he wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree.
      However, to make a long story short, that fateful Monday morning I'd
used those pissy wet panties to jack off, thinking about what I'd do to
Chris if I was his girlfriend, then had licked my cum off of them, and then
put them on to wear in the shower to wash them. At least, that's what my
plan had been before I discovered I'd had an audience. Roni had been
standing in the shower with the water off, watching me over the top of the
shower door the whole time.
	Beginning that morning, Roni had turned my life into a sexual
merry-go-round, beginning with me dressing as a girl and fulfilling my
fantasy of sucking Chris's cock. She was nearly four years older and much
more experienced and for the last few days she'd been sharing her knowledge
and experiences with me. The previous day, she'd also shared her body and
her boyfriend Jim, and her boyfriend's friend Randy, and she'd promised to
repeat that as often as we could get away with it.
	One of the things we'd discovered, while looking at sex sites on
the internet, was that Ledge Falls Park, not far from where we lived, was
supposed to have a men's room that was a cruising spot for gay sex. It was
a bit too far to walk, and I was too young to drive, so I'd thought about
fixing my old bike and maybe riding over there one day to check it
out. However Roni had come up with a better idea. She didn't have a car
yet, though my dad had promised her one, so she'd asked Randy to drive us
to the mall. Then she'd told me she wanted to stop by Ledge Falls Park
today on the way to the mall with Randy.
	Had I gone on my bike, I might very well have chickened out, but
not with Randy and Roni with me. But then half-way, Roni had turned back. I
would have really loved to have had Roni with me for moral support - or
considering my intentions, I suppose I should call it "immoral"
support. Besides, for some reason, she really seemed to enjoy watching me
suck a dick and I'd learned I loved to suck them. In addition to Chris, I'd
sucked off her boyfriend Jim, and Randy, and Randy had turned out to be a
kindred soul in the sissy department. While neither of us particularly
liked being labeled a sissy, we both enjoyed being one. Randy was nineteen
and normally wouldn't have wanted anything to do with a boy my age, but I
had learned that where sex is involved, normal isn't normal.
	So after watching Roni head back to the parking lot, Randy and I
continued toward the men's room and whatever lay in store for us there.
	"Think there's a lot of guys in there?" I asked him.
	"Who knows? There were a lot of cars in the parking lot and no one
is sitting at any of the picnic tables. There's a bunch of swings and
slides over there," He said, pointing off at an angle. "No one's over there
either. So where else would they be?"
	Good point. When we'd pulled in, I'd counted six cars and there was
no one in sight. "There were the two guys that walked off into the woods
together," I reminded him. Just before Roni turned around we'd seen two men
come out of the restroom and walk off the other way, heading into the
wooded area behind the restrooms. "Maybe more guys have done that too," I
suggested.
	Randy gave that some thought, and then asked, "You want to go to
the woods instead?"
	"No. That's not what I meant. I'm just thinking that maybe that's
what they do here. Like meet up in there and pair up or something and then
go to the woods to do . . . whatever."
	"Could be," he said as we reached the doorway. Like a gentleman, he
pulled the door open for me and said, "Ladies first."
	"You're wearing panties too," I reminded him as I went past him and
came face to face with a man that was about to leave. He was about my dad's
age and broke into a grin at my remark.
	Smiling at us, he said softly, "If you boys are really both wearing
panties, maybe I'll stay around a while. This could get interesting."
	From behind a small partition, right inside the door, I heard
another man ask, "Fresh meat Ken?"
	"Couple of young ones," the man in front of us responded, speaking
loudly over his shoulder and still smiling at us. "Not sure they're big
enough to be keepers." Then in a lower tone of voice, he asked us, "You
boys old enough to play?"
	Randy shot back, "I'm nineteen. Be twenty in three months. And my
cousin is a year younger. That old enough for you?" At the same time, he
was reaching to pull out his wallet to show the man his driver's
license. It was a bluff, at least the part about me being his cousin and a
year younger, but it backed the guy down.
	"If you say so," the guy told us, still looking at me
skeptically. While he might have had his suspicions, he wasn't going to let
an opportunity to have some fun with us slip away by being too overly
cautious about our age. As I was to learn, there are a lot of older men
that enjoy young men and their ability to shoot big loads of cum and
quickly recover.
	When the man didn't offer any more objections, Randy pushed past
him and I followed in his foot steps. The first thing I determined was that
my assumption about the porn DVD my dad had was correct. The interior
scenes from the porno, "The Sub goes Bi," had not been shot inside, only
the one scene outside. This place had a similar, long white urinal, but the
toilet cubicles, instead of being beside it, were across the small,
concrete and tile room. One similarity I noticed, as another man came out
of one of the cubicles, was that there was a hole - a "Glory Hole" -
between that cubicle and the one next to it. And judging from the way the
guy was wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve, that glory hole had just
been put to good use.
	Just then a man came out of the other cubicle, glanced around
shyly, and without making eye contact with anyone, made a bee line for the
door and was gone. My guess was that he wasn't sure which of the five of us
standing there had been the one to suck him off, and now that his balls had
been drained, he was too embarrassed to find out.
	There'd been a man standing at the urinal, as if about to pee. When
he turned, revealing a nice, large, hard cock, and asked us, "Is this what
you boys are looking for?" I recognized his voice as the man who'd remarked
to Ken about, "fresh meat."
	"Damn right it is," Ken said behind us. "They were teasing each
other about wearing panties." Then, as I felt his hand on my ass, he asked
us, "You two sissies really wearing panties? How about showing us. We love
sissy boys in panties, don't we Carl."
	"For sure," Carl answered. "It's been a while since we had a sweet
little girly-boy in here. Wish they'd come around more often."
	"I just wish they'd cum," giggled the man that had been wiping his
mouth.
	I recalled one of the guys at school referring to someone who was
supposed to be queer as, "a flaming faggot," and decided that Mr. Giggles,
prancing in excitement, limp wrist and all, fit that description to a
tee. Ken and Carl both acted and looked like ordinary men, except for the
cock that Carl was waving at us. And when neither Randy nor I moved to play
with it, Carl walked over to us.
	"You can show us your panties some other time," Carl told me. "I
need to get back to work too and I was supposed to be next with Miss
Marty. But I can get her any day. I'd like to see what you newbies can do
for me."
	Miss Marty was obviously the guy that had been wiping his mouth and
waiting at the cubicles for the next cock to suck. When Carl announced he'd
rather Randy or I do it, I thought Marty was going to cry. Over the last
few days I'd developed an enthusiasm for sucking cock that had been a huge
surprise to me. However, I determined right there and then that no matter
where my sexual adventures took me, I didn't want to become a `flaming
faggot' like Miss Marty. At the same time, I also determined I wasn't going
to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or in this case, let a horse cock miss
the opportunity to be in my mouth. Randy was still looking around, trying
to get a feel for the situation. What I wanted was a feel of that stiff
prick and reached out for it.
	Carl, let out a little groan, half closed his eyes, and muttered,
"Oh yeah, baby. Show daddy how much you like his dick."
	In less than two seconds time, a dozen thoughts went through my
mind. It appeared that any sex that happened here was either done in the
cubicles, or the guys would meet here and head for the woods. That would
mean that there was a chance of getting caught doing something out in the
open, in the middle of the room, like they'd done on the porno. However, I
didn't want to waste time going to the woods and I wasn't about to try to
get Marty away from what must be his `office' of sorts. So I told Randy,
"Watch the door," and sank to my knees in front of Carl, giving the head of
Carl's cock a kiss as soon as it was within range.
	"Enjoy yourself," Ken said to Randy when Randy turned to go back to
the door. Ken was already moving to stand near it. "I'll keep an eye out
for you. If I holler, `Take it easy,' that means to get separated and
zipped up."
	As I began to blow Carl, Marty resigned to the fact that he wasn't
going to get Carl's horse cock. He moved to Randy, pushing his hand down
the front of Randy's shorts. "He is wearing panties," Marty giggled and
then began to unbuckle Randy's belt and unzip his shorts.
	For a couple of minutes, I divided my attention between the cock in
my mouth and watching what Marty was doing with Randy. While I didn't want
to act like Marty, there was no doubt about his being a VERY experienced
cocksucker and if there were any tricks to be learned, I was sure Marty
knew them. By that time Marty had gotten Randy's shorts down around his
ankles and his hands on Randy's panty covered ass cheeks, all without ever
letting Randy's cock slip out of his mouth. Then Marty stood for a moment
to lower the sweatpants he was wearing - without underwear - so he could
play with his prick as he returned to sucking Randy's. In the process, he
got Randy's back turned to me and I could no longer see exactly what they
were doing. Without that distraction, I concentrated fully on the pretty
prick in my mouth.
	At first I was put off a little by Carl calling me "baby" and
telling me to, "suck daddy's big dick," but it made me think about my dad,
and his porn collection, and all the other things I'd discovered about
myself and other people that week. As I enjoyed the sensation of having a
beautiful cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I began to wonder . . . Did
my dad suck cock too? Did he enjoy having his sucked by other men? Or
. . . boys? Like me? If the opportunity arose, could I . . . or would I
. . . suck my dad's cock? At that moment, with Carl muttering things like,
"Oh yeah baby," and, "So good to daddy," and moaning as he neared the
finish line, I think I'd have sucked anyone's cock - my dad's, or the
school principals, or . . . anyone. I was every bit as into it as the man
that was about to explode in my mouth. I didn't care whose cock it
was. Just pull it out and let me suck it!
	I didn't think anything in the world could have made me stop at
that moment, so focused was I on making Carl cum, but when I heard Marty
gush, "Oh, Oh, Please! You just HAVE to fuck me," and realized he had to be
talking to Randy; I pulled off of Carl to see what they were doing.
	There was a sink where you could wash your hands. Next to the sink
was a small countertop and Marty had stepped over to it, put his hands,
elbows, face and chest flat on the counter, dropped his sweatpants to his
ankles and had his legs spread as far as he could. He had his bare, pale
white ass pointed back at Randy, ready to be mounted like livestock. Randy
glanced at me, shrugged and smiled, and moved into position behind
Marty. As quickly and easily as Randy entered him, I was sure Marty was no
stranger to having a cock in that hole too.
	No doubt Marty would have liked for Randy to pound his ass for
hours, but the `flaming fag' was out of luck there. Randy must have been
close to a cum before they'd changed positions and I'd no sooner gone back
to sucking Carl when I heard Randy grunt that he was going to cum. Almost
like an echo, Carl said the same thing and I felt him stiffen and begin to
shoot. I felt like such a slut, sucking off a strange man in a public
restroom, the aroma of stale piss heavy in the air, and the flavor of cum
filling my mouth. The level of my excitement was so high that it damn near
made me cum in my panties without touching myself. I was a cocksucker. A
sissy. A cum-slut. I was "Kayla Cumslut." And I was proud of it!
	With his balls drained, Carl was quick to get straightened up and
was quickly gone with Ken. Randy decided to wash his dick in the sink as
best he could and dry it with paper towels. Marty had pulled his sweatpants
back up, but his prick was still hard and tenting the front, leaving a wet
spot at the tip of the bulge. He kept pestering me and Randy about meeting
him again and coming to his house for a party sometime and wanting to know
how he could get in touch with us. Finally to shut him up, I gave him my
sissy_kayla email address and told him to send me an email about the
party. He told me he didn't have a computer, but his friend did and he'd be
"Oh so happy" to email me and "Joyous" if we could come. Apparently, Marty
didn't work, or at least didn't seem to have anything else to do, as he
stayed at the restroom after Randy and I left. Maybe that really was his
office.
	Just as we were walking away, the two men that we'd seen earlier,
heading to the woods, came around the corner of the building. They must
have finished about the same time we had. They smiled at us and for some
reason they both looked familiar; probably because while sucking Carl I'd
had a brief image of me sucking my school principal and one of the men
resembled Mr. Tanner very much. Enough so that I told Randy, "That tall guy
looks a lot like my principal at school. It's not him though."
	"You sure? One of the teachers at my high school was gay and
everyone knew it. No reason a principal couldn't be."
	We talked about that for a minute and by then we were back to his
truck and Roni was asking for a complete description of everything that had
happened. When we got to the part about Randy fucking Miss Marty, she got
very excited, told us she'd never tried that, asked me when was I going to
let some boy get my cherry, and told us how she wished she could have seen
that and that she'd love to see Randy fuck me some time. I wasn't sure I
was ready for that yet. I wondered if that was the difference between men
that acted like Carl and Ken and the way Marty acted. Maybe, I thought,
it's getting fucked in the ass that turns a guy into a flaming fag like
Marty. If that was true, I was going to continue being a cocksucker - that
was too enjoyable to ever give up - but I was going to remain a virgin. Or
at least my ass was going to remain virgin. It was way too late for the
rest of me.
	On the way to the mall, I asked Roni what had made her chicken
out. She'd been the leader of the pack when we'd gotten out of the truck,
but then had backed out half-way to the restroom. She seemed to fumble for
an excuse, and then said she thought maybe the men in there might not do
anything if she was with us. I doubted that, but didn't argue it and we
talked about other things on the short trip to the mall.
	Roslyn descended on the three of us almost like a hawk after a
field mouse and it seemed to make Randy more nervous than he already was. I
thought at first Roslyn smelled another big sale for her "Sensual Secrets"
lingerie shop, but when I noticed the suspicious look on her face, and
heard her ask Roni, "Now what?" I knew she was being protective of her
property. She liked the business but didn't completely trust us to behave.
	Roni knew it too and laughed. "We have another recruit," Roni
began. "Randy likes the stuff we picked out for Kayla and would like to get
a few things too."
	Roslyn looked from Roni to me to Randy and her face softened into a
smile. "Sure. I'm always happy to help a new customer. And I'm glad you
know to come at a slow time. But NO dressing room shenanigans!"
	"Is `shenanigan' what you old folks call sex?" Roni teased.
	"Old my ass. Maybe sometime when you're a little older I'll give
you the benefit of my experience but until then you'll just have to
wait. Now, what exactly would you `children' like to look at?"
	"Children my ass," Roni mocked. "I'm eighteen and I'd be surprised
if we couldn't show you a thing or two."
	Roslyn wasn't about to stand there arguing something like that when
there was money to be made. "You're probably right," she conceded. "I know
Jennifer is way ahead of where I was at her age." She eyed Randy up and
down and told him, "I suppose we should start with some panties for
you. That seems to be the first thing you sweetie boys want to wear and
then they expand from there. A size 6 I'd guess."
	As Roslyn headed toward the wall with all the panty drawers, Roni
winked at the blushing Randy and pushed him in the same direction. "Let's
go `sweetie boy'. It's time to get you some play clothes."
	A half-hour later, Randy was shocked when Roslyn rang up his
selections. He didn't have the advantage of a parental credit card like
Roni and I did and when we went to check out, he had to put back one of the
two nightgowns he'd picked out so that he'd have enough money for lunch.
	Lunch brought up the subject of the food court and more important,
the nearby restrooms.
	"Ready to see if your boyfriend is hanging around today?" Roni
teased as soon as we were headed in that direction. "Or did you get enough
to eat at the park?"
	She was teasing me about the older man that had come on to me in
the Men's room the previous day, as well as the cock I'd sucked off at the
park. I'd long since concluded that it was pointless to enter into a battle
of words and wit with Roni so I didn't say a thing. After our brief
experience at Ledge Falls, the mall restroom was bound to be
anti-climatic. Yet I still wanted to give it a look. Whereas yesterday I'd
been nervous about going in there in feminine clothing, today I was more of
an old hand and found myself looking forward to it. I'd sucked a cock
earlier, but hadn't gotten off myself. Randy had blown his load up Marty's
ass so he wasn't as needy of getting off. Yet we both had exactly the same
attitude - you don't know what you're going to find until you look - so I
decided I wanted to look and Randy did too.
	Answering for the both of us, Randy told her, "I think we ought to
check it out. Maybe we'll meet someone we could all play with."
	I was sure he'd added that for Roni's sake, but didn't say
anything. Roni saw through it too. "How sweet of you to think of me," she
teased, patting his cheek.
	So he and I went in and found the place deserted except for some
guy that appeared to be a janitor, tidying up the place. With him around,
we were sure nothing was going to happen so after taking a quick piss and
washing our hands, we headed back out and over to the food court.
	After a very short debate about what we wanted to eat, Roni came up
with the suggestion that we just go back to our house and fix something
there. "Besides, Kayla wants to learn how to cook and mom said I should
show her a few things."
	That was true. I'd asked Jean to show me how to cook and she'd
promised to do so. Roni explained that because of her mom's hours, she'd
had to learn to cook and had become pretty adept at fixing supper for the
two of them. So Jean had charged Roni with teaching me the basics. That was
sort of a surprise but it sure didn't bother me. I knew I'd have a lot more
fun learning from Roni than I would from her mother.
	What really did surprise all of us was Jean walking in three hours
early - just about the time we were sitting down to eat.
	"Looks good," she commented. "I don't suppose there's any left?"
	"Well as a matter of fact," Roni told her. "I did fix a little
extra. Kayla worked her buns off today and all she had to eat was a light
snack."
	I'm sure I turned beet red. That `light snack' Roni had referred to
was Carl's cum and I had a brief moment of panic thinking Roni might tell
her mom about that. I was ready to crawl under the table. Then I thought
about the way I was dressed and if possible, turned redder. Roni had pulled
my hair back in a miniature pony tail, similar to hers, and Jean would have
had to be blind not to notice I was wearing a blouse and bra. Randy's
attire wasn't quite as feminine, but I could tell he was petrified
too. Worse, Roni had made sure her mom would notice my girlishness by
calling me Kayla. I might seriously have considered sliding off the chair
and under the table if I hadn't been sitting right where one of the kitchen
table legs was between mine.
      Then Jean looked at Randy and said, "I don't believe I've met you."
      "Sorry," Roni said quickly. "I thought you met him that weekend he
came over with Jim. This is Randy."
      "Seems like I do remember you," Jean told him. "You were dressed a
little different then." After seeing Randy blush too, with a big grin she
asked, "Is that Randy with a `y' or Randi with an `i'?"
      Blushing deeper, Randy told her, "With a `y'."
      "Mmm," Jean mused without further comment. Then she let us know her
thoughts - or maybe just wanted to have some fun at our expense by
commenting, "So what have you girls been up to today?"
      Randy and I were too apprehensive to speak, glancing at each other
instead, afraid to look at Jean or Roni. In the silence we created, Roni
said, after a moment, "I saw dad today."
      Jean glanced up from fixing herself a plate of food and locked eyes
with her daughter for several seconds. Then, as nonchalantly as possible,
she looked back at her plate. "What did he have to say?"
      "I didn't speak to him. I just saw him and he didn't recognize me."
      Suddenly the light went on. It was clear to me what had happened at
the park and why the two men had looked familiar. I instantly knew the real
reason Roni had gone back to the parking lot. One of the two men we'd seen
had resembled my school principal - though it hadn't been him. The other
had been Roni's dad, the guy from the picture I'd looked at several times
on Roni's dresser. Roni had told me, the first day we'd talked about things
like that, that she was sure her dad was bi. Judging by the books he'd had
that Roni had salvaged, I was sure she was right. And if he was the guy
that had gone back into the woods with the other man, that would ice the
cake. Those guys hadn't been bird watching - though they might have spotted
a cock or two. But she'd also said she thought he'd moved to Texas or
somewhere so that he wouldn't have to pay alimony. Maybe he'd heard that
Jean had remarried and felt it was safe to come back to the area. With Jean
remarried to my dad, he would be off the hook for alimony - or at least
that's what I'd heard.
      I thought Jean would press Roni for more information about her dad
and wondered what would happen if she told her mom we'd seen him at Ledge
Falls Park. If my mom had been aware of the park's reputation, there was a
good chance Jean knew of it too, even though they'd lived further away. But
when Jean didn't pursue it, I thought we'd gotten by that one. I should
have known better.
      She'd waited for Roni to volunteer the information and when Roni
didn't, she asked, "Where did you see him that he didn't see you? At the
mall?"
      "It was a nice day," Roni told her. "So we went to Ledge Falls Park
to use the swings."
      "I thought you were going back to the mall."
      "We did that too mom. The park was sort of on the way and Kayla
mentioned that he used to go there on his bike to swing and slide down the
big slide and we decided to try it."
      From the look Jean was giving us, checking each of us to see if we
were showing any signs that might indicate we'd been up to more than Roni
was letting on, I felt sure that she must have heard of Ledge Falls Park's
seedier activities. Instead of pursuing our reasons for being there, she
asked, "So what was your dad up to when you saw him?"
      "Out walking with a friend I guess. We weren't close enough to talk,
but I'm sure it was him. Do you think he might live around here?"
      Jean thought about it for a minute. "I doubt it. Do you want to see
him?"
      "Not really. Just curious. Seemed to me like he'd be in the area if
he went for a walk there."
      "How much have you told Kayla about your dad?"
      I instinctively cringed at Jean's referring to me as `Kayla' but
realized that Roni was about to get into a trap and thought of a way I
might help her. "I saw the picture on her dresser. Was he really in
`Moonlighting?' We have the pilot episode on tape in the den."
	Jean paused, then with restrained sarcasm explained how her ex had
gotten a small roll in the series and had been written out at the request
of the producers, director, and other cast members when he'd shown up on
the set half drunk and telling everyone how they could do their jobs
better.
	"Oh." I told her. "Well Roni mentioned you'd moved to a nicer house
when he'd gotten a regular role and I thought maybe that was it."
	Jean shook her head. "No. He went to AA, got sobered up, and I
actually thought he meant to make a family of us. He's a half-ass actor,
but a damn good cameraman. If he's stick to that and quit trying to become
a star, he'd have all the work he could handle." Then she went on to give
us more details about the life and career of Sam Rogers, some of which
appeared to be things - judging from the look on her face - that Roni was
hearing for the first time.
      I was listening for anything that might give me a clue about all
those books that Roni had surreptitiously acquired. I would have loved to
ask questions, like had Sam ever played the role of a woman, or told her
about having sex with other boys when he'd been a teen. I was still very
much unsettled over all this new ground I'd traveled in the last few days
and admittedly apprehensive about what it would lead to. I'd given in to my
desire to try sucking a cock and discovered that I liked it - very
much. Would that turn me into a `flaming fag' like Marty when I got older?
Or even sooner? The new millennium was six months away. Would Y2K begin
with me already showing signs of becoming a flaming fag? Was it too late to
stop so that didn't happen? Could I stop?
      I'd read several accounts in the e-groups where guys told of their
teens and how they'd learned to enjoy sex with other boys or cross-dressing
or both at my age and how they'd tried numerous times to quit but had
always started doing it again. Some had started as teens and were now old
enough to be grandparents - or even great-grandparents. Did that mean it
was impossible to quit? I didn't think so, if only because anyone that had
quit wouldn't be writing letters to those groups. There were several
e-groups devoted to things like cross-dressing, but they were all for guys
that were active. None were for `retired' or `recovered'
cross-dressers. The same would be true for guys into diapers or bi sex. If
it was something you were no longer interested in, you'd have no motivation
to write about it to someone that was. So there could very well be lots of
guys that had tried those things and given it up.
      That got me off into another area of speculation; like why would
anyone want to quit? Everything I'd tried so far was . . . well, weird
. . . or unusual . . . or seemed unusual to me. At least it had seemed
unusual up until a few days ago. But was it? Maybe all guys tried sex with
other guys at some time in their lives and some liked it more than
others. Everyone has different tastes, and I broke into a grin at the
thought of the word `taste' in relation to my other thoughts. But people
have different tastes in clothes too. We might all try to look alike at
school, but away from school, when we dressed for our own pleasure, we were
apt to wear things totally different than what we'd wear around our
friends. So maybe there were legions of young men like myself that had
discovered the pleasure of wearing clothing of the opposite sex. Girls
seemed to enjoy wearing boy's clothes and no one said a word about that. So
why did people raise so much fuss about guys that had discovered how much
fun it was to wear girl's clothes. Maybe because the most fun was in
wearing `sexy' girl's clothes, and especially, wearing them for sex.
      One thing I knew for absolute certain was that "Kayla" had been
having more fun in the last few days than "Kyle" had enjoyed in his entire
life up to then.
      "What's so funny?" Jean asked, looking straight at me.
      I'd let my thoughts run away with me and hadn't realized those
thoughts had brought a huge smile to my face. I had to think fast or I'd be
the one in a trap.
      "I, uh . . . was thinking about something stupid I did at the mall,"
I told her. "It wasn't funny then, but thinking about it now . . . I guess
it is."
      "Like what?" she probed.
      I was getting in deeper. "I, uh, needed to use the restroom and
started to walk into the ladies room without thinking."
      I wanted to tell her something at least close to the truth and I
really had almost walked into the women's side. But as soon as the words
were out, I knew I'd opened the door on a subject I'd hoped to avoid. Well,
actually, it was a subject I wanted to hear about, but not with me
involved. Any chance of quickly changing the subject disappeared when Jean
sat down across the table from me, looked me square in the eye, and told
me, "Let's talk about that."

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com