My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03

... slowly starting to grow longer, and it was now shoulder-length. By now I had even purchased a long-sleeved fishnet top. I was living the life.

Ask me why, I didn’t know myself, why or why I imagined I was a girl. Maybe I was on holiday and it was part of the adventure.

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My current booked coach led me to another big city. After three months on the road, I was beginning to feel frisky and started to crave sex, once again. In my current frame of mind, I wouldn’t say no, to anything with a pulse.

We had a two-night stopover in the next big city, and the first thing I did after booking into a motel near the bus stop, was shave, shower, and then head to the nearest bar.

I wore my cowboy boots, tassel brown shorts, and a college basketball top, (no boxers, but I wore socks) and headed downstairs to the motel bar.

The motel bar was a dive, and so was the motel. So, I walked outside and saw a bar across the road. Without thinking I crossed the road and entered, from the outside I couldn’t see inside the venue, as the windows were painted over, with what looked like old hippie art.

When I went inside, there were people scattered in all areas. There was trendy 80’s pop music playing, as I looked around until I spotted the bar.

Once there, the bartender gave me a strange stare.

“What on Earth are you wearing?”

he asked as I ordered a bourbon on the rocks and sat down, on a stool at the bar.

“I am a tourist, and just here for a couple of nights,”

I ...

... replied.

Before I knew it, a young man/boy sat on the stool next to me. He began to get clingy and rub my upper back.

“My, my, I dig your rags, honey, I don’t ever remember seeing you here before,”

he said, in a girly accent.

“I’m not from here, I’m from out of town,”

I replied.

“Honey, you’ve stumbled upon the suburb’s only gay bar,”

he said, trying to nibble on my ear.

It was then it occurred to me, that he was hitting on me.

“I didn’t know, I’m staying at the motel nearby, and it looks like a dive,”

I said.

“Hmm, honey that happens all the time. They either leave in a hurry or leave here happy,”

I pondered his words.

"What will you do, lover boy?”

he said, with a hand under my basketball top, targeting my bulge.

What the hell have I got myself into? As I blocked his advance. Before taking a sip of my drink.

“Well honey, I can welcome you to the bar by giving your cock a good sucking,”

he said, in a seductive way, with his hands back inside my shorts and rubbing my cock. I started getting aroused but then started to think about it. It’s been over two months or so since Tiffany fucked with my head and now this strange boy was too.

“Let me finish my drink and I’ll think about it, maybe later,”

I said, taking another sip.

“All good, Honey, and I’ll have you cumming like a train before the night is over,”

he said and planted a kiss on my lips. He then skipped away like a girl, and sat with a group of like-minded young ...