Gay Erotic Stories

I had resisted the awareness that I had strong urges to wear women's clothes which dated back to before puberty ,but had been unable to resist them , to the point of going into women show and buying panties when a unuversity student . I did have some near to the edge contact with men , but went on to get married in my twenties . My wife was aware of and disapproving of my buying panties but , poor soul , accepted it , sort of . In time my phantasies became more overtly homosexual , 'though I didn't realize how much they trended to my role being that of bitch . At some point the fantasizes became practical - realized by my venturing to an area of the city known for homosexual activity . I'm still not sure how I learned about this place - a triangle of trees and shrubs bounded by a graveyard , train tracks and a highway - but I think it was when exploring an adjacent waterway with my children I saw a guy walking along the tracks wearing underwear that was coloured green and not male pattern - and he had a partial erection . It must have stuck in my mind and grew there to the point where I investigated it by biking to the graveyard where I jumped the fence into the triangle . It had footpaths worn into the grass which traversed the area , with some side diversions into the more overgrown areas ( which later familiarity confirmed were good encounter locations ) , but the immediate and obvious confirmation that this was a homosexual-frequented place was the presence of men , uneasily standing in shielded corners . On one of the first occasions I visited the triangle an alky ( it was also a hobo jungle) saw me and laughed and said " there's more of them over there " - correctly identifying me as a queer looking for other queers . In time I had sex with men . In a variety of ways . Usually fear , and anonymity were the features I remember , although some encounters moved me to realize that what I wanted was to play a particular sexual role or identity . That identity I came to feel , and crave , was to arouse men by being a woman . - By showing my femaleness by wearing female clothing . Further than that it took a particular encounter - now to be described - to clarify to me that I needed to have my bitch condition driven home by experiencing forceful handling by a man - mainly psychological in the form of being told to submit to sexual orders and degrading remarks and minor physical control - smacks on the butt and being grasped to hold a desired position for the man to use . I had started the visits by biking in a T shirt and shorts , under which panties could be made present by hitching the shorts up or down when I believed I was in the view of one of the lurking denizens of the triangle . This strategy became more brazen . Partly because local police activity had thinned the number of men risking the triangle . I started to wear skirts ; then stockings ; make-up ; camisoles . I carried the shorts and T-shirts in a purse ( a relic of my wife ) . Eventually I took to sunbathing in recesses off the footpath , hanging a spare pair of panties from a shrub as a flag of my presence and interest in anyone interested . One such day I was in full flaming drag walking the triangle and finding non-one when I reached the turning point at one angle of the triangle where a hide that was close to the path had an occupant . He clearly must have seen me and been in no doubt as to what I was - a transvestite queer trolling for sex - but said nothing as I passed - and as I then doubled back and entered the side clearing - about the size of room , overhung with trees , and bounded at one side by a substantial fallen trunk . I've forgotten who spoke first - him or me - but it was some banality such as ' nice day ' - but after that he took charge with an authority over me that was as exciting for me as anything before or since ; he placed his hands on my hips as if assuming I would have no objection ( I did't ) and said " walk over there " and " turn around " and " come here " and while lifting up the back of my skirt " what are you wearing " . I was so excited I wanted to reward him sexually immediately and undid his trousers and was going to fellate him but he indicated that was not on and I started fumbling a contraceptive out of my purse . He seemed to go along with it and his erection was firm enough that I could role it on him and I smeared his rubberized cock with vaseline ( I was well organized by this time - my purse held condoms vaseline absorbent towels and an additional pair of panties plus shorts and T shirt for bike commute ) . He was Ok with this assumption of command on my part although he did comment that the condom I was putting on him was " shit " , but then spun me around , lifted my skirt and spanked me . This itself had my cock straining up and out , and the ecstasy of that time makes it difficult to remember whether I voluntarily or was pressed to bend over the tree trunk . I do remember being thrilled to be penetrated ( previously I had found the physical sensation of being fucked anally somewhat disappointing , and on one occasion painful enough to insist on stopping completely ) . This time I tried to stick my ass backwards to meet his incoming penis , and to clamp down on his withdrawing penis with my sphincter - thinking to enhance his pleasure . The forcefulness of his thrusts and my manoeuvres tore the condom and we paused . He said something along the lines of " I told you yours were shit , hang on I'll get mine " .

But I was too far gone in a frenzy of need and after slobbering more vaseline on his cock and my anus , turned my ass to him and bent double in need . He duly obliged and no sooner than he slid into me - his now naked cock was felt doubly exciting compared to the rubber coated earlier submission - I evaculated quivering and crying gibberish . Orgasm . I was as selfish thins now . With desire answered I just wanted to go - with my usual shame and guilt - and in departing failed to arrange what I ever since have so regretted - that I did not make some further assignment with this answer to my faggy sissy crossdresser prayers .