Gay Erotic Stories

It was a Saturday night. I was alone and lonely. I was watching videos of men in drag, I am a cross dresser, and have been for a long time. Well I had this sudden urge to go public with my dressing, so I bathed and shaved my body smooth, dried off, and went in to my bedroom. I took out a pair of high rise satin panties and my best snow white garter belt. I pulled my satin (gold in color) panties up my now silky smooth legs and pulled the suspenders from my garter belt through the leg openings in my panties. I then got my best nylons with a gold fleck in them, and put them on ever so slowly. (They feel really nice on my smooth legs, and I like to savor the moment, as I pull them up my right leg towards my crotch.) I snapped the front snap over the top of the stocking and then the back snap. I then pulled on the stocking of the left leg savoring the feel of them just as much as I did the right leg. I then snapped the front snap and then the back snap. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, and though I might be biased in this thought, I looked good standing there. I then pasted on my size 36C breasts and used makeup to blend in my skin color. Then, I opened my closet and found my black and white gown, white sequins on the top and black chiffon, ankle length on the bottom. I then slipped into my 4" spiked black satin shoes. My hair is long and black and very straight, and I pulled it back on the sides and put it in to a bun. I then finished with my makeup and once again biased--but I looked great--in my eyes anyway! I then decided on a place to go. There was a very exclusive club not far from my apartment, so I headed there. I was nervous when I arrived, about whether I would be made or not, but I remembered hearing that when you go out, look at the people and don't put on, just smile like every thing's cool. So I pulled my shoulders back, my head up ,and walked in, like I had practiced many times in my living room. As I walked through the crowd, I started to relax and noticed people smiling back at me. I must have made it, I thought to myself. They have accepted me--I think? Then a gentleman came over to me and asked me to dance. I did not know what to do! It was a slow dance of course, couldn't be a fast dance. I stood for a moment, then he asked me again! I said yes very hesitantly. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He pulled me very close, and we danced. I probably stepped on him a couple of times, and apologized. He said not to worry. I told him I was very nervous, but the problem was, I could not tell him why I was so nervous. (Like I'm sorry, but I'm a man in women's clothes.) He was cute and I think there might be more to this story...next time!