My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03

... up with them. Tiffany killed my love of girls or women, for the time being.

Then it was time to catch the bus interstate and to a national park region. I sat in the rear of the bus. That’s something I always did. Nerds sat at the front, and dudes sat at the back. It’s something I picked up while in High School.

During the first few days of our trip, my thoughts and dreams haunted me. I kept seeing images of cocks and me sucking them, and the New Year’s Party, orchestrated by the Puppet-master, Tiffany.

While on tour, we ventured through farmlands, mountains, and the odd town, before staying in a cheap motel for two nights in some big city, I didn’t know where.

My voyage was only supposed to be for around a month, so I packed light.

It was winter when we left but we were in a warm state, with no snow or rain here. I wasn’t planning on staying away for too long, or factor in that altitude brought a colder climate, and I didn’t pack for the cold.

In my pack were a few boxers, socks, T-shirts, a blanket, a towel, plus showering items, as well as the clothes I was wearing. At the time I had gym shoes, socks, Dolphin shorts, boxers, and a tank top T-shirt with a band’s logo on it. By the time we had our second stop-over in a big city, it was getting colder. So, I bought a lambskin hooded jacket, an Indian poncho from a thrift store, ripped denim short shorts, and patterned yoga pants.

I was still only planning for a month’s trip.

So, here I was at the ...

... time, wearing Dolphin shorts, gym shoes, and my hooded poncho, and using my blanket as a pillow, while on the bus. I was looking at people, farm animals, and the country scenery, while semi-unconsciously daydreaming about nothing. Only potholes broke my focus.

At times when we were high up in the mountains, it felt colder. So, I wore my hooded poncho and yoga pants and wrapped myself in my blanket to keep warm.

When we had stopovers or rest stops, we all disembarked to stretch our legs or went to find some food. We usually had a few hours to kill before we left the area. So, there was time to check out the local bars and food shops.

Up in the mountains, I felt ultra cold, wandering outside, so I only went outside briefly before returning to the comfort of a warm bus.

One month turned into two in no time. I bought another bag to hoard my new clothes and items.

After my second month of touring, we made it to warmer areas, and I started looking at women wearing fewer clothes once again. I was back thinking about sex again, fantasizing about women and wanting to fuck them or to be one of them.

After two months of journeying the country and into warmer weather, I had gotten used to wearing and walking the outdoors, dressed like what the girls were dressed casually like. Well, I was a stranger in a strange land, so why not dress up?

I even bought a pair of tanned cowboy boots with an inner zipper, that almost reached my knees, from one of our stops. My hair was ...