Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 06:14:54 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli's Story -- Part 7

Lesli's Story Part 7


"That would be Larry" Eugene told me, after I had related my mysterious
phone call "he was one of the boys in the locker room today.  He was one of
the ones with a hard on".

"Maybe he likes me" I joked.

"I've been with him once" he continued "he came by one night.  He was very
nervous, and when we finished, he drove off without saying a word.  As a
matter of fact, I don't think he said a word the whole time we were
together.  And he's never spoken to me at school."

"Well, he was talkative on the phone.  But yes he did seem nervous.
Anyway, I don't guess it will hurt to give it a go, huh?"

"By all means" he laughed, and we talked for another 30 minutes about all
the people who had come by Eugene's.  Apparently there were about a dozen
boys and men who made, more or less, regular visits, with another six who
had been by only once.  All in all, it seemed to me to be a large number
for such a small town.  It surprised me that there was that much activity,
but Eugene assured me that he spent a lot of lonely nights, sitting and
waiting for a car horn.  All this was new to me, only two weeks had passed
since I first ventured out, and wondered if I would still be as
enthusiastic about it once I had been doing it for as long as Eugene had.
He had been sexually active for almost two years, so I guess it shouldn't
have surprised me that he had so many "friends".  Fair weather friends,
that is.

I was still somewhat keyed up by what had happened at school today.  Why
had I been so sexed up when they made me put on my panties and bra?  And
why had I lost all control when they made me do it to Eugene?  Sucking cock
turned me on, no doubt about that.  But I had never felt the way I felt
today, when they were watching.  Was that it, did knowing that they were
watching spur me on, give me the sexual high I had experienced?  Thinking
back on it, I remembered the time with Kenneth and David.  I was extremely
hot then, too, with one watching as I sucked the other.  And when they made
me get out of the car and do it in the road, I hadn't offered one bit of
resistance.  Did I want other people to see what I was doing?  Was I
secretly pleased that the car lights had exposed me, on my knees, sucking
both of them?  I was a transvestite, according to Eugene.  I guess he would
know, he seemed to know about these things.  Was that what transvestites
did?  Was that how they felt?  I didn't know the answer.  At least not now.
I would come to realize, eventually, why I felt the way I did.  For now I
just figured I was a queer.  Or a transvestite.  Or both.  Eugene was
queer.  Maybe a transvestite is just a queer who dressed like a girl.  Or
maybe a queer is a transvestite that doesn't dress up.  I had so much to
learn.

Leaving my parents a note that I was going to the game with friends
tonight, I set out for Eugene's, my dress, heels, and hose neatly folded in
my backpack.  It was a fun trip, going to Eugene's, as I imagined all the
things that could happen there.  I had come to think of Eugene's house as
where I would like to live.  Alone at the end of that road, people, at
least some people, knowing what went on there.  Knowing I was there. That I
was available to make them feel good.  As I walked along, it occurred to me
that if I was a real girl I would be a whore.  I would fuck and suck for
anyone who wanted it, and I would enjoy it.  'Hell' I thought to myself
'you're enough of a whore now, even if you're not a real girl' and thinking
like that made me hard.

As usual, I changed as soon as I got to Eugene's.  His mother had just
left, I waved to her as I walked up the road to his house, and wondered if
she knew what went on when she was away.  And if she did, I wondered if she
knew why I was coming.

I used his mother's bathroom to put on my makeup.  This was the first time
Eugene had seen me fully made up, the first time anyone had.

"Wow" he voiced his approval as I walked into the living room "I thought
you looked like a girl before, but now I absolutely can't tell the
difference.  I mean, if I didn't know."

"Thank you" I replied.

"Seriously, you could go out in public and broad daylight and I'll bet no
one would know the difference."  The idea excited me.  What would it be
like to be in public, as a girl?  Did I have the nerve to do it?

It was a quiet night, no one came by, and Eugene and I watched television
til after 9.  I was just beginning to give up on Larry when a set of car
lights appeared around the curve and cruised slowly by the house.

"Your date" Eugene smiled at me "why don't you walk down to the turnaround
and surprise him."

"What if it's not him?"

"If it's him, he'll get a good look at you and be impressed.  If it's now
him, whoever it is will be impressed.  Either way, I'll bet you get picked
up."

With that encouragement, I walked down the steps and up the road toward the
turnaround.  It was a short walk, but knowing that someone was watching
made it seem like 10 miles.  I was hard the whole way, thank goodness I had
taken the precaution of tucking my dick tightly in my panties or I would be
sticking out. I had never walked this far in heels before, and I was a bit
shaky as I made my way along.  I'm sure I didn't look very lady like, and
made a mental note to practice this more.

"Leslie?" he called from the drivers window.

"Hi" I answered, and made my way to the passenger side door, which he
reached over and opened for me.  I slid in, the dome light giving him a
good look at me as I did.  My dress came up over the tops of my hose as I
rearranged my legs.  He was gawking, and I took my time closing the door to
give him an even longer look.  'No need to postpone this' I thought 'let
him decide whether or not he likes what he sees enough to go on with this
or end it right now before we're both embarrassed'.

"Gosh, you look great Leslie" he gushed.  I guess one look was enough.  "I
mean..damn...you look like a real..I mean..you look better than..I mean..."

"Thank you" I cut him off.  I got the point "So you want to ..." Now I was
searching for words.  How did I say it?  Did I come right out and ask him
if he wanted me to go down on him?  In my limited experience, there hadn't
been much talking.  Most of the boys I had been with just pulled out their
cocks and expected me do the rest.  The biggest challenge of the evening
might be what to say.

"Uhhh..sure..uhhhh...where?" he asked.

"Well, we can stay here, or we can go back down the road and into the
field" I suggested.

"Uh, let's go there, it might be better."

"More private" I offered.

"Yeah" he said, starting the engine.  We drove past Eugene's and I could
see him watching us from the window.  I remembered what he had said about
Larry.  'Well, old buddy' I thought ' you may not have had much of a
conversation with this guy, but we're having a veritable gab fest here'.

We turned onto the side road and drove thru the field to the top of the
hill where Larry stopped the car.

"Maybe just a little further" I suggested, knowing that the car would be
out of sight from the road if we crested the hill and went just on the
other side.

"Uhh, yeah...more private" Larry muttered, and I swear I detected the
slightest trace of a grin on his face.

He pulled down the hill about 100 yards, where the tracks ran past a tall
oak tree which shaded the moonlight slightly.  The leaves were almost all
off now, and the moon still shown bright enough that the inside of the car
was illuminated in a pale grey light.  Enough light to see, but not so much
as to be readily seen from outside.  The perfect place for what we were
about to do.

"Uhhhhh..gee, uh, well you sure look nice Leslie" he stammered, obviously a
bit embarrassed at the whole thing.  Wanting, and yet not sure?  As
inexperienced as I was, I suspected he was more so.  What would he do?  How
would he initiate it?  Should I wait?  Would he have the nerve to start?
As we sat in his embarrassed silence, I remembered what I had been thinking
on my way to Eugene's today - if I was a real girl, I'd be a whore.  Well,
why not?  I was a whore.  I mean, I wasn't virtuous, if I was I wouldn't be
here tonight.  We had come here tonight because I said I would do what he
wanted.
  I knew that.  He knew that.  The only thing keeping us from it now was
his embarrassment.  I mean I wasn't embarrassed.  I was sitting here,
dressed like a girl.  He had seen me dressed like a girl.  He knew what I
did, what I promised to do for him.  How could I be embarrassed?

The realization of where I was and why I was here took hold of me.  I slid
across the seat and put my hand in his lap.  He spread his legs slightly
and I moved my hand down to fondle his crotch, where I wasn't surprised to
find his very rigid penis straining in the confines of his jeans.

"Glad to see me?" I joked.  This wasn't going to be another silent
performance.  I wanted him to talk, to acknowledge that he wanted me.  He
hadn't done a thing to help the situation in the locker room today because
he was afraid his macho image would be damaged.  This was different.
  He had asked me to come here, he had come here of his own free will.  He
had come here because he wanted me to do to him what he had seen me do to
Eugene.  What Eugene had done to him.  He knew why he was here.  No, this
wasn't going to be another silent blow job, wham bam, thank you mam.  He
owed me that much.

"It seems you are" I said, trying to coax a response.  Verbal, I mean.  His
penis was responding to my attention admirably.

"Uhhhh..sure" he replied, somewhat unsteady.  Oh well, at least he said
something.  'Now it's a game' I thought.  Let's see if I can be a real
whore.  I was excited.

"God, you're hard.  And big.  I'll bet you've been thinking about me, about
how I look, how I can make you feel good."  The words literally popped into
my mind and out of my mouth in one fluid mental move, as I tightened my
grip on his basket.  "What do you want me to do.  I mean, how do you want
me to do it?"

Silence.

"You want me to suck you?  Do you want me to suck your dick?" I asked.

"Yeah" he whispered.

'No' I thought to myself 'make him tell you'

"Then say it.  Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it.  I'll do
anything you say."

"Yeah, do it" was his response.

"Do what?" I cooed.

"Oh..you know."

"No, tell me and I'll do it.  I'll do anything you tell me to do, but I
want you to tell me."

"Suck me" he finally blurted "suck my cock."  It sounded like an
instruction instead of a request.  But he had said it, that was enough.
Well, nearly enough.  I wasn't going to argue anymore.  I was getting
hotter by the minute myself.

I moved my hand to unbutton his jeans.  He wasn't wearing a belt.  I pulled
down his zipper and grabbed his jeans with both hands, pulling them down.
His cock was gorgeous, it looked to be at least 6 inches in length and
perfectly proportioned.  The thought crossed my mind that I really enjoyed
looking at these things now.  I wrapped my fingers around the base and
began jacking him slowly, gently, and he let out a sigh.  Of tension, or of
relief, I don't know which.  I didn't care, I was starting to boil.

"Ohhhhhhh.." he moaned as my fingers came up to the head, my thumb rubbing
gently on the underneath side of it.  I couldn't hold off any longer and
lowered my head, my lips parting and my tongue extending down to the tip of
his prick.  He tensed, briefly, as I made contact, then relaxed as my
tongue began to gently bathe the engorged head.  I couldn't tell in the
faint light, but I imagined it was purple with excitement.  I hoped it was.

Taking the head between my lips, I began to suck as my hand continued to
jack the shaft in slow, even motions.  I felt the soft, warm, delicious pre
cum in my mouth.  I was on fire now, as I began to bob slowly up and down
on it, taking first half, the the whole thing in my warm mouth.  As my nose
pressed into his pubic hair, I brought my hand down to cup his swollen
ballsack.

"Ohhhhh..ohhhhh...ohhhh, god" he gasped.  He brought his hands down to my
head, massaging my hair and pulling me gently to him.  He was hot.  He
wasn't going to last much longer.  This was too quick.  I let my mouth slid
slowly back up his shaft and, finally, when the head was just inside, I
pulled off and turned to look up at him.

"Do you want me to suck you off?  Do you want to cum?  In my mouth?" I
asked, as sexy as I knew how to ask.

"Yesss..." he hissed, obviously on fire with passion "I want you to suck me
off and let me cum in your mouth."  Bingo, I had him talking dirty to me.
Even though I had to tell him what to say.  Didn't matter. He said it.

"And. and do you want me to eat your cum?  Eat it and swallow it?"  I
thought a good whore would say something like that.

"Oh god yes...will you swallow it?"

"Yes" I whispered "I want to swallow it, if you want me to.  I want to do
anything you want me to do."  That was the truth.  I wanted Larry to like
me.  To want me for what I was...or seemed to be.  What's the difference?
He wouldn't know the difference.  Not just the way I looked.  The feeling
would be the same as if a girl did it, right?

Turning, I took his cock in my mouth again and began to suck and slurp and
bob up and down.  Faster..faster...faster, until finally he cried out and I
felt the first powerful spurt hit the back of my throat.  Gravity kept in
from sliding down, and I continued to suck as he continued to erupt into
me.  My mouth was becoming full, and I paused, briefly, to swallow,
emptying my mouth to take even more of the sweet, warm, sticky goo.

"Ahhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned as I drained and
swallowed every drop, my hand squeezing and massaging his balls in order to
coax out every bit I could.  I continued to suck, lick, and clean his wet
cock until it was soft.  I let it slip from my mouth and held it in my
hand, the wetness that had just been in my mouth felt good on my hand.  I
continued to nuzzle it with my lips, my nose, my face.  It felt good.  I
felt good.  I hoped Larry felt good.

"God, that was so......cool.  So incredibly cool." he offered.

"Ummmmm....for me too" I admitted.  No sense in giving the impression that
it was a one sided thing.  It flashed thru my mind that I might establish
that I had feelings too.  Should a whore do that?

"I mean.....wow.....it was....like....."

"Like a real girl?" I tried to help.

"Yeah....like a real girl."

"Have you ever had that from a real girl?" I asked, interested in just how
experienced he was.

"Well......uhhh....not exactly.  I mean sure I have.  I mean.....no." he
stammered.  The macho shit.

"Well, it was good.  I mean, for me too."

"But you've had other boys.  I mean....you've....you know."

"Not that many, I mean I'm new at this too."  Suddenly the truth was
important.  I didn't want to make him feel bad about not having so much sex
before.  "Was it as good as Eugene?"

"uuuupppphhhh....yeah, definately.  I mean....when Kenneth did it.....I
mean....I don't know, it wasn't like this, I mean he's a guy and all.....I
mean..."

"I know" I finished for him, trying to take him out of his misery and
discomfort "Eugene's queer, and when he did it to you, it was...like....a
queer doing it to you.  Right?"

"Yeah, definitely.  I mean it was...like you said, queer.  But with you...I
mean...it's more natural.  You know, like it's supposed to be."  Now he was
opening up, letting his feelings come to the surface.  I liked that.  It
made me feel like a was different.  Not just queer.  Time for sex ed.  At
least I could try.

"I'm a transvestite, not a queer" I explained.  I didn't know what I was
talking about, but I could try to make this easier for him.

"Huh?"

"Look at me.  Do I look like Eugene?  Or do I look like a girl?"

"A girl, of course" he sputtered.

"Of course.  I look like a girl, and I looked like a girl in the locker
room today, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah." he admitted.

"And that asshole football player called me 'Eugene's girlfriend' didn't
he?"

"Yeah.....but.....but he said you did what you did because you're queer."

"That's because he's a dumbshit who doesn't know anything about sex." I was
really flying in thin air now, but I really wanted Larry to think of me as
I felt I was.  A girl.  "He doesn't know anything about a transvestite, or
anything. Look, I'll show you something."  and with that, I slid the
shoulder straps over my shoulders and slipped the dress down, lifting my
butt to pull it down my legs and over my feet.  I sat there in my bra,
panties, hose, and heels.

"Look at me now" I said "what do you see?  What do I look like?"

"You look like a girl, a real sexy girl" he replied.  He obviously like
what he saw.  I slid across the seat again, putting my hand to his dick.
It was semi hard.

"Put your arms around me" I was taking a big chance here, but surprisingly,
he responded by taking me in his arms and pulling me close.

"You feeeeel like a girl" he sighed " a sexy girl."  Bingo, I had him.

"And you feel like a horny guy" I replied, truthfully.  His dick was fully
erect now, and I pulled gently on it, sliding my hand down so that my
fingers touched the top of his ballsack.

"I am......I am.  Leslie?" he responded.

"Yes" I cooed.

"God.....oh jeez....would you...I mean?"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, his rock hard prick already
telegraphing what he wanted.

"I want you to suck me again.....some more.  Would you?  Please."

"I'll do anything you want me to do" I whispered into his ear "anything,
anythime, anywhere."  Now that's what a whore would say.  I was sure of it.
And if I had any questions before, I didn't now.  I was a whore.  The
realization set me on fire.

"Let's get out of the car" he instructed "I want to see you better."

He stood beside the car, leaning on the door, as I knelt in the soft grass
and took him in my mouth again, my eyes wide open and staring up at him as
he looked down into mine.  We were locked in the gaze of lust as I slid him
in and out of my mouth, my left hand resting on his bare leg and my right
gently massaging his, once again, swollen ballsack.  I sucked the head, I
licked the head and shaft, all over.  I brought my lips to his balls,
taking first the right then the left, into my mouth and sucking each ball
while I slowly, ever so slowly and gently jacked the shaft of his prick,
pausing occassionally to let my hand squeeze the head.  I don't know where
in my meager experience with boys I had learned this.  Maybe I hadn't.
Maybe it was instinctive.  Maybe I was born to give this kind of pleasure,
to do these things without thinking.  All I knew is that I wanted to do
everything I could to make it good, very, very good, for him.  Doing this,
making him love every minute of it, made me feel extremely good about
myself.  Better than I could remember feeling, ever.  Ever.

We went on like this for a long time....a very long time, before I felt his
legs stiffen the first squirt of his love juice in my mouth.  With our eyes
still locked on each other, I pulled him out til just the head was in my
mouth, and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked hard to get all his cum.  I
swallowed, once, twice, three times, as he continued to shoot in me.  I
tongued him clean before letting him slip from my mouth.  I gave the head
of his cock a sweet, gently kiss, before putting letting him put it back in
his jeans.

"Ohhh.  That was better than the first time." he gushed "I mean, it was
better seeing you.  You know?"

"Ummm....yes, it was a real turn on to look at you while I did it" I
admitted.  The eye contact had really made me hot.

I put my dress back on and he dropped me at Eugene's house.  We promised to
do it again.  And I explained that I understood the situation at school,
and that I wouldn't embarass him.  I wouldn't act like I knew him, or
anything.  He thanked me.

"By the way" he said as I was getting out of the car "my name is Larry."

"Yes, I know" I said, waved goodbye, and watched as he drove out of sight.
Wow, what a night.

Eugene wasn't in the house when I came in.  I looked out living room window
and saw a car, it's lights off, in the turnaround.  I hoped Eugene was
having a good time too.