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Subject: The Saga Of Wendy Jo: A vexing question.
Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2008 14:09:35 -0400
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After we were finished, we went inside. I excused myself to the
bathroom. I was so confused, in a pleasant way. Up until now everything
I'd encountered sexually, I expected. Some of it was much more intense
than I anticipated, but this totally caught me off guard. They never
covered any anal sex issues in health class. All I knew about it was
from locker room talk, and I knew half of that was pure bullshit. I put
my boy clothes on after a quick shower. Daddy was waiting to bring me
home when I came back into the hall. On the ride home, I asked, "Is that
normal?" Daddy wasn't sure what I was asking about. "Was what normal?"
I explained, "That I shot a load from being butt fucked." "You did?"
"Yes!" He apologized, "I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed. Wow! I really never
heard of that before, but all of this is new to me as well." He gave me
a kiss goodbye as he dropped me off. I wondered who I could ask about
this, and few other questions I had. This was back in 1980 and there
weren't computers or the net. It came to me, there was a gay bar within
walking distance of my house. Somebody there might know. I snuck out my
window around midnight, and walked to it. I was really afraid someone
would see me go in, so I did some passbys until there was no traffic
around. I ducked in quickly. Inside, it was dark and drab, like any
other bar I'd seen. I guess I expected pink and frilly. There weren't
many people. A few guys chatting at a few tables. There was 1 man
sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. I sat a few stools down
from them. The bartender came over to me and said, "Well, aren't you a
pretty little thing." He looked me over, "If you don't have I.D. I can't
serve you honey." "I'm not here to drink." I said.
"Oh really, then just what are you here for?" he asked. I explained, "I
have a lot of questions... umm...about...umm...stuff." He rolled his
eyes and called down to the other man at the bar, "Hey Frenchy, this
youngin' has questions, that sounds like your department." The other man
came over and sat by me. "Hi sweety, I'm Frenchy, what's your name?" I
didn't want to use my real name, so I answered, "Wendy Jo" Frenchy
giggled, "How cute, you already have a drag name. You're a natural born
flamer." I was lost. Frenchy was an older, feminine guy. He looked at my
blank expression and smiled understandingly. He went on, "Let me guess,
you wish you were a girl." I nodded. " You dress like 1?" I nodded.
"Have you kissed another guy?" I nodded. "Have you sucked a cock?" I
nodded. "Wow! you're really ahead of the game, how about butt fucking?"
I spoke up, "Actually, thats what 1 of my questions is about." Frenchy
invited, "Ask away." I started, "The last time my boyfriend fucked my
ass, it made me shoot my load, without anything rubbing it. Is that
normal?" Frenchy looked kind of surprised by this. He said, "Well its
not normal, but it does happen. I've heard of it. Consider yourself
lucky." We chatted a while longer. Then I told Frenchy thanks for all
his help. He gave me his phone number, and told me, "If you have anymore
questions or just want to chat, call me." And I would, hundreds of
times. He became a trusted friend and my drag mommy.
To be continued...