{ASS} Door Ajar {Brad Estora} (mm, oral, TV.) 

©2004 by Brad Estora
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"How many nights will that be?" the clerk asked.

"Just two."  I figured I could either stay longer if everything 
worked out, or just leave if they didn't.

"Okay, that'll be eight dollars."

I took the eight dollars from my wallet and paid thinking, 'I 
thought the 'Y' was cheap.'

"Sign here," the clerk told me as he turned the register around 
for me to sign having copied my name from my driver's license.  
"Here's your key.  Your room is halfway down the hall on the 
right."

"Thanks," I replied taking the key and picking up my suitcase.  
I turned, walked down the hall to my room and entered it, 
leaving the door slightly ajar.  I'd read about that in a 
magazine when I was trying to find out about homosexuals and how 
they contacted each other, what their code words and phrases 
were and that sort of thing.  I'd read somewhere that if I were 
hitchhiking and a guy stopped for me, he would ask something 
like, "How far down the street are you going?" and I was to 
reply, "All the way."  That way we'd both know we were queer.

I didn't know any other way to contact homosexuals and in the 
50's being 'gay' was definitely very uncool.  Anyway, 
homosexuals hadn't become 'gay' yet, just queer, as far as I 
knew or could find out.  None had come out anywhere that I could 
find out about either.  "Thar's one.  Let's kill it," seemed to 
be world's view of homosexuals as far as I could find out.

I didn't know if I was homosexual, although I knew for sure I 
wasn't the usual heterosexual; I thought I might be homosexual, 
but wasn't sure and had no way of knowing.  In high school I 
dated girls.  But today was different, and man oh man was I ever 
scared.  Then and now.  I could keep up the social façade needed 
for dating girls but I was terribly shy and unsure about by 
myself with people.  All people.  I always chose the girls I 
asked for a date on how well they dressed, on how well put 
together they were.  What they wore didn't have to be expensive 
or the latest or whatever.  It just had to look like it belonged 
on her and matched the rest of her.  I discovered early on I was 
more interested in what they were wearing and their makeup and 
jewellery than I was in the girl herself.  The first page I 
turned to in the newspaper was the ads page, because it had the 
latest dress design in the middle of the page with the pattern 
number on it.  I liked wearing women's clothes, when I could. 
Wearing them felt normal.

I put my suitcase on the stand in the room for suitcases.  
Weird.  There wasn't a suit of any kind in my suitcase, and the 
only one I wished I had was a Coco Chanel suit.  I knew what I 
thought and hoped I was going to do, and I felt both afraid and 
excited while I took my clothes off, except for the panties I 
was wearing.  I took out a matching slip and shower thongs for 
my feet, put them on and continued unpacking my case and putting 
my things in a dresser.

"Hello," a soft voice said, followed by the fingers wrapped on 
the doors edge. The voice both terrified and excited me while I 
froze like a deer caught in headlights and watched the door.  I 
know I stopped breathing, too, while I watched the door open.  I 
was both terrified the person would be homosexual and terrified 
he wouldn't be.  There wouldn't be any question what I was, I 
thought, dressed in panties and a slip and holding several pairs 
of panties in one hand.

"Ooooooh," the voice said as a head appeared, continuing "Aren't 
you pretty?"  A nearly naked body wearing only a towel wrapped 
around his waist and shower thongs on his feet entered my room.  
"Your first time, isn't it?" he continued speaking softly and 
gently as he close the door behind him never looking away from 
me. "I'll leave the door slightly ajar, shall I?" he said.  My 
body was still frozen, but I was able to nod my head slightly 
and let him to know I meant yes. "Don't fret.  Why don't we just 
sit here and talk for a little bit," he said when he sat on my 
bed patting a place on my bed beside him while looking at me.  
"Sit here," he said.

As he patted the bed again, I moved slowly over to it and sat 
beside him on his left.  When sitting I slipped by hands under 
my slip, smoothing it and holding it so it wouldn't bunch while 
I sat down, a natural motion for me.

He held out his right hand to me and said, "I'm Nathan.

I replied, "I'm Terry," and took his right hand in mine, and we 
gently shook hands just holding more than shaking.

"Terry.  That's a pretty name for someone wearing a pretty slip 
like the one you're wearing," Nathan said as he put his left arm 
around my waist letting his hand rest on my hip.  "I was just on 
my way back to my room from taking a shower when I noticed your 
door was slightly open, heard someone inside and decided to take 
a chance.  And I'm so glad I did.  Terry, what you think you'd 
like to do now that we're here together like this?" Nathan asked 
as his fingers began tracing along the panty seams under my 
slip. I could feel my cock get hard.

While Nathan said that, our hands parted; and his right hand 
brushed his towel open letting his erect penis pop into view.  I 
couldn't take my eyes off it and felt magnetically drawn to it.   
I kept looking at it.  He asked me, "Would you like to look at 
it a closer?" noticing where my eyes were looking.  "You can, 
you know.  I'll just lie back on the bed and you can look at me 
as much as you want.  While you're looking we can talk about 
what we can do for each other.  Would you like that?"

I nodded my head yes and Nathan looked into my eyes and laid 
back on the bed.  I leaned down looking closely at his cock and 
balls, finally daring to touch him.  I cupped each of his balls 
in my hand, one by one, and then reached up to touch his penis.

"Go ahead.  Wrap your hand around my cock like it was yours," 
Nathan instructed.

I did, then laid down next to him looking at his face while 
still holding his penis.  Nathan put his arms around me, pulled 
me towards him and then began kissing me.   He let go of me with 
one hand and put it on top of my slip and gently stroked me 
rubbing his hand over my cock, making me even harder, while he 
continued kissing me pushing his tongue inside my mouth.

Nathan stopped kissing me and looked first at me then at his 
hand holding my slip where my cock was.  He lifted up the front 
of my slip reached into my panties and took my cock from beneath 
one leg.  He held it in his hand looked at it and feeling it for 
several moments before he leaned over and began kissing it.  I 
watched in fascination since I had never seen anybody kiss a 
cock before except in little cartoon books.  Nathan looked up at 
me opening his mouth the same time then took me in his mouth.  I 
almost came immediately, but he opened his mouth and moved away 
from my cock.

"Not yet, sweetie.  I don't want you to come in my mouth just 
yet," he said.  "You'll probably feel guilty or something.  I 
want to eat you and I want you to eat me and I want to fuck you, 
too.  First, I want you eat me.  Your turn now," Nathan said.

"How do I do that?" I asked wondering exactly what it was.

"Just do what I did for you.  Lean over and kiss my cock and 
then take it in your mouth.  I'll tell you what to do," Nathan 
instructed as he gently guided my head towards his cock.  I 
couldn't take my eyes off it, and as I neared it my mouth opened 
to take it inside.  Even if Nathan didn't have his hand on the 
back of my head, I was so drawn to what I was doing I couldn't 
have stopped until I had his cock in my mouth.

It was both hard and soft to my lips and tongue.  The skin was 
soft under my tongue as I licked the shaft inside my mouth.  I 
started bobbing my head up and down licking the shaft with my 
tongue as it moved back and forth inside my mouth.  His cock 
started to swell even more inside my mouth and I could feel one 
hand on the back of my head.

"I want you to swallow my cum.  When I start coming, time your 
breathing to it so you can swallow, or just hold your breath and 
swallow," he told me.

I could feel Nathan's cock get even bigger and harder just 
before he exploded in my mouth shooting his cum to the back of 
my throat.  Automatically, I started swallowing and while he 
kept coming I kept swallowing trying to keep up with him.

 "Oh God, I needed that," Nathan said continuing, "Keep sucking 
and licking me, until I get small."

"Now, I want to fuck you," Nathan told me.  "Do you have any 
lubricants?  No, you wouldn't. I have some, but they're in my 
room."

I lifted my eyes up looking at him while sucking his shrinking 
cock and said, "I could come to your room."  I know I wanted him 
to fuck me.  Something inside me wanted him badly, and I knew I 
needed to be fucked to satisfy the craving I felt deep somewhere 
inside me.

"Dressed like that?" he said as he waved his hand slightly 
pointing to my slip.  "Yes.  I suppose you could.  I don't see 
what difference it would make."

"I'll go to your room dressed any way you want.  I want you to 
fuck me." I said knowing what I wanted.  At last.

