I awoke from a dream, all I remember is that I was younger and had to hitchhike to go home. So without opening my eyes I took that and started fantasizing, helped with the fact that I used to hitchhike when I was younger.
I caught a ride, we made a bit of small talk, then the driver asked, ''do you give head?''.
I put my hand on his thigh and in a girly voice asked, ''what makes you think I'm the kind of person who would do that?''
He chuckled and said, ''quite a few hitchhikers do''.
I asked if he had a place we could go to, he didn't, but figured we'd just find a spot in a large parking lot. So I looked around and when there was no one to notice I scrunched down to where my head was below the window and trusted him to find us a safe parking spot. He did. Great fun.
I ended up meeting up with him once a week.
The fantasy was something of a compilation of some of my hitchhiking memories from the past.
I fantasize that I'm sitting at a table with 3 women at a beach resort, a guy with a very obvious bulge walks up and stands very close to me, with his bulge at my face level, while he talks to those of us at the table.
The guy walks away, but all the women noticed that I was interested in his bulge. I'm embarrassed, so I excuse myself from the table unable to hide my now obvious bulge. As I walk away I hear the women laughing.
I was so embarrassed I just wanted to get away from the women. Then I saw the guy who had intentionally put his bulge so close to my face. I got angry and decided to confront him. I didn't really know what I was going to say or do, I followed him into a little cabana. I don't really know how it happened, but next thing I know is that I'm his homosexual, sissy bitch. And I love it.
The 3 women told all of our mutual friends that I had gotten aroused when a guy put his bulge in my face. One of the friends they told commented that she'd seen me enter a cabana with a guy like they described.
So now all of my friends think I'm a queer and don't want to associate with me anymore.
Except as time passes, some of the men I used to associate with contact me for sexual favors. My relationship with them is very different than it used to be, it is now secret and sexual.
So now I'm still the bulge guy's homosexual, sissy bitch, but I also have 5 other guys that contact me on occasion to use me for sex. One is actually the husband of one of the 3 women who witnessed my arousal of the guy's bulge. It'd be funny if she found out. LOL.
I've had guys rub their dicks on my ass, I've straddled guys and had their dicks nestled in my ass crack. It always made me feel so much like a girl. Much more than when giving head.
But I've never allowed a guy to penetrate my ass. And I've had plenty that wanted to, some practically begging. Some tried putting their dicks in my ass even after I told them not to. Some of them I let try for 15 or 30 seconds because I knew they were too thick to penetrate. It was a great feeling letting them try. Made me feel very feminine.
On 3 occasions, 3 different guys, their attempts actually equaled attempted rape. They had me pinned down to where their attempt to penetrate was longer than 30 seconds. All 3 times were very similar. I was very panicked. Fortunately on all 3 occasions I was able to buck them off and put a stop to it. I cussed them out, then voluntarily blew them. That was the original purpose of our get together anyway.
I've been looking at pics all night, chicks and dicks. Mostly pics of black girls, though. The hornier I get looking at these pics the more I wanna get fucked. If a guy was here right now, I believe I'd let him try to penetrate me and want him to succeed.
I love sucking dick, even when it's the same guys again and again. But it's a real treat when I get with a new guy and that happened recently. First new guy in a couple of years.
I happened to be near a bar that I used to go to years ago, I decided to stop in for just one beer. It's a working man's bar, so the thought that I'd hook up wasn't in my mind.
I'ts about 7 pm, I see 2 guys that are just nodding aquaintances, others that I recognize but don't know. I buy a beer, walk into the part of the bar where the pool tables are, it's a younger crowd, I go back to the main part of the bar, sit at the top of the horseshoe shaped bar, no one's near, I watch the tv and regret coming in.
A guy comes up beside me, I've seen him before, don't know his name. I'm in my mid 50s, he's mid to late 30s. Speaking low enough that no one else can hear, he says, ''I hear you give head''. I have a flash of panic, thinking I'm about to be outed. I ask, ''where'd you hear that''. He says, ''Mike Smith''. Now Mike and I used to trade BJs, but he gave that up years ago. My mind's working a mile a minute, I realize I'm not about to be outed, etc.
I say, ''you can't believe everything you hear''. He says, ''true''. I say, ''I've got about 5 minutes of beer left, then I'm leaving''. He says, ''nice talkin' to you'', then he goes back somewhere behind me.
Where I'm sitting, the door's behind me, and there are several tables between my back and the door, so I don't know if he's sitting or if he's left the bar.
I'm hoping the guy is outside waiting for me or that he's going to follow me out. I decide to wait 6 minutes before I leave. During this time I'm getting hard as hell. The idea that I'm gonna suck, not just a dick, but a new dick has me really excited. I'm so hard that when I stand up to leave I have to pretend I'm looking for my keys so I can adjust myself.
I get outside and the guy is standing by a car, as I walk toward him I'm checking out the parking lot to see if anyone's around. I don't see anybody. I learn his name is John. I tell him my truck's parked toward the end of the lot, does he want to sit and talk. He does.
We're in my truck, first thing I say is, ''how does Mike Smith know I give head?''. Now, I know how Mike knows, but in case John doesn't know Mike used to give head I ask this question to protect Mike. So he tells me they were working together, Mike saw me pumping gas and pointed me out and said he heard I was a queer. I say, ''I didn't know he knew, maybe that's why I haven't seen him in so long''. Then I ask John if he's gonna keep quiet, and he says sure, he doesn't want anyone knowing.
So with that out of the way, I put my hand on his thigh and ask if he wants to go first or second, his eyes widen and he says, ''I don't ...'', I finish for him, ''you don't give head'', he says no. Then without even thinking about it, I start talking and acting girly. In my girly voice I say, ''that's okay, baby, pull down your pants and scooch your butt down, I'll take care of you''.
So I definitely took care of him. He had a nice 6 inch, hard as a rock, dick. It lasted at least 15 minutes. I gave him my number, hopefully I've got another guy that'll call me ocassionally. I've gotta talk to Mike, too.
When I got home I was hard as a rock purple. I jerked off to pics of black chicks and black shemales.
