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 GAY DAZED The reasons why I was standing on a motorway hitchhiking in the
middle of the night are irrelevant other than to say that I was en route to
see a girl friend.  It was around 1am, drk of course and the rain had just
started.  I had been dropped here and was just starting to thumb.  A small
sports car pulled up, and I had only been standing there for little less
than five minutes.
   The passenger door was rapidly pushed open from the interior.  I bent
down and saw a dark male head with an apparently slight build form and I
heard a lisping high pitched voice say, "may I offer you a lift."
   Oddly enough I immediately started to feel a tighness around my crotch
as I started to step into the car.  I wasn't going to pass this opportunity
up, it was raining and cold but to be truthful all kinds of wild
imaginations were buzzing around inside my head and you are almost certain
to be smiling at this moment, you will understand.  You will smile in
appreciation of how a well founded hetrosexual would have these feelings,
you will be thinking "of course, we all have this within us, it's just that
the majority deny it to themselves, society just doesn't approve."
   Am I right in my rude decision to read you thoughts, I think I am in
fact I am damn sure I am.
   He immediately sped off and began to tell me where he was heading.You
will notice that although he had to be going generally in the direction I
needed to go, I didn't actualy know where he was going, yet you will note I
was quite happy to jump in.
   Of course at this point we swapped information, I told him where I was
heading and it became clear that he was going to have to drop me off before
a particular turning he would have to make and of course this led to him
asking me the purpose of my journey.  I quickly made it clear that I was
heading off to see my GIRL FRIEND.  Well you see, it was his voice, this
made it totally clear to me where his interests lay; of course it wasn't
only the voice.  Now that I was in the car and although it was dark he had
switiched the overhed light on for a few seconds for me to do something and
at that moment I was able to gain a physical impression of him.  He was
indeed slightly built and of a rather feminine appearance.  It all fit, you
see, there was little doubt.
   'Was I frightened' perhaps you are wondering.  No, no, no, I was excited
and that early bulge in the crotch was now throbbing as we conversed.  I
was alone in a compact car, almost a womb, flying through through the dark
night and there was only me and this rather slightly built lisping
homosexual, he was actually pretty.  The thoughts in my head, the fantasy
thoughts whirling around there..........well it seemed clear to me that
here was an almost secret opportunity to indulge.  I could feel my cock
constrained inside my panties fighting to spring free; and yes in my head I
was wearing panties, frilly sexy lacey panty knickers - you see those
thoughts were already well established.
   "It's an awful night to be out in" he lisped.
   "Yes" I said reaching down and finding the lever to push the seat back
(I have long legs), "it's so kind of you to pick me up."
   "Oh well I saw you some way back in my headlights, you looked so young
and what with the rain and the temperature, well I couldn't leave a human
being out there, and you are young, very attractive too if I might say."
   I noticed there was a packet of sweets on the dashboard, he graciously
assented and I helped myself I sat back and chewed contentedly I leaned
forward and peering through the windshield said "yes, it's a hoary old
night alright" and then I sat back and chewed contentedly and made myself
even more comfortable by spreading my legs wide.  I inadvertently knocked
the gear shift.
   "Oh be careful" he said as I said sorry and moved my leg back in but as
he said this I felt his hand on my knee.  It was nothing more that a
correct response to my mistake and he wasn't angry.
   "I'm so sorry, that was very stupid of me" I said contritely.
   "Don't give it another thought dear, it is a very small car and you do
have such deliciously long legs" he said kindly.
   His hand was still resting gently on my knee, he had neglected to remove
it.  That throbbing in my crotch was now begining to develop into an ache
and my heart was racing.
   "Yes" I said "I think I get my legs from mummy, her side and all that."
   "Mmmm" he said "I would think so, probably, they are nice or at least
they feel nice.
   The darkness was rushing towards me as I looked out, as was the rain. 
My girlfiend had no idea I was coming, no-one did, I was travelling on a
whim.  I started to gently widen that leg again taking care not to hit the
gear shift again.
   "Ooh do be careful dear, we don't want another accident do we" said
gently and with a little humour and said as I felt his hand move a little
further up and along my inner thigh, only a little.
   "Are you an artist" I said "you have delicate hands."
   He was a drama teacher, nothing of any great note, a school or college
teachar I think.  His hand suddenly moved and I watched it, my heart slowed
a little and I watched as it moved back to the steering wheel.
   "Look" he said "there's a sign indicating a service station, let's stop
and have a nice drink or something" and without any response from me he
indicated.
   Typical motorway slop but it was nice to stretch my legs, my long legs I
thought to myself and grinned.  We chatted about this and that, nothing of
any importance really.  There were few people around although I did notice
we attracted a few odd looks.  He was so obviously who he was and I suppose
that was the reason; youthful looking though, clearly a bottom boy and not
a top but back then I didn't know those terms.  He asked me about my
girlfiend and made a comment about the possibility of her beng Sapphic
whilst we weren't together.  Now that, I did understand, and I made a
reference to the Isle of Lesbos and he parried by remarking that I had
obviously had a classical education which seemed to please him and that
pleasure he displayed made me feel rather pleased too.
   I remarked that my girlfriend was indeed rather open minded and was open
to some of my more deviant apsects.  This seemed to interest him, a raised
eyebrow and a smile were evident.  I suppose I was now trying to show off.
   We walked back to the car.  The rain had stopped but it was still cold.
   "Listen, I will be turning off soon and so I can drop you here or there
is one other place further up before I turn, so what do you have in mind"
he asked.
   I stopped walking, "uhm.............." he interrupted "come on let's get
back in the car, its cold out here."
   I stepped back into my seat and as he was getting himself sorted and
before starting the car he turned to me and said "listen it's so late and
your friend (notice he didn't say girl friend) doesn't know you're coming,
ha ha" he peeled "how about this idea, would you like to stop off at my
place and rest up and then you can continue your journey later?"
   "Yes" I said almost without thought "that would belovely, I'd like
that."
   We set off again and the conversation was all rather non-descript.  He
told me that he only had a small studio pad and that it was quite
comfortable for two and then we entered into some other more perhaps
probing areas.  I think to an extent I didn't realise at first but looking
back it was his way of probing me before I was to be encouraged to probe
him.
   Matters referring to my relationship now and other's before.  Matters
concerning my likes and those deviant aspects I had mentioned and I felt
quite at ease in this wombed sports car.  I think I perhaps let out more
than I would have with most people.  I admitted to some of the intimacy I
shared with my open minded girlfriend, the one who was so excited when she
realised I enjoyed dress up in her sexy attire; that really turned her on
almost as much as it did me.
   It turned out that not only did it turn her on, my new found friend was
similarly flawed.
   His studio appartment was nice, quite comfortable and brightly
decorated. It had that woman's touch that people refer to, you just felt
comfortable.  It had one large living / bed room, a kitchen, a bathroom and
one other small room used as storage although it was large enough to be a
small box bedroom.
   I can't remember the time, perhaps it was around 4am, and it was now the
week-end.
   I sprawled out on the large settee come bed come recliner.  He had made
a couple of stiff spirit cocktails and then disappeared into the little
room.  I got all comfy and started to drink, it was good, it was strong but
it was very enjoyable.  He returned.
   He stood in front of me smiling "perhaps this, is this something you
might feel comfortable sleeping in, you don't have anything with you dear
do you?"
   I slowly raised myelf and then stood up in front of him transfixed by
the gossamer gown he allowed to dangle from one finger and I touched it; I
was shaking a little.
   "It's nice isn't it, it's called a Babydoll and look matching panties"
he said still smiling "I'v got two, this yellow one and another pink one,
would you care to..........
   "Mmm oh yes" I said taking it and the panties from his finger "oh, this
is one where the panties are open at the front."
   "You mean Crotchless I think" he said reaching out and fingering them as
I stared at them.
   "Yes crotchless, that's it, my girlfriend has one but hers isn't quite
like this." I said still a little mesmerised.
   "Yes well, she isn't here is she dear and anyway don't you think this is
much nicer then, wouldn't you like to wear this one, or the pink if you
wish?"
   I moved it away from him and held it up to my dressed self and looked
down at it and then up at him and I remember I grinned, I probably looked
pathetically stupid.
   He took a small step closer to me in fact we were almost toe to toe "and
so I think you like it don't you?"
   I felt his hand flatten horizontally on the outside of my jeans and over
my crotch "oh yes, Im sure you like it, why not put it on?"
   I started to awkwardly pull my sweater over my head.
   "No dear" he said.
   He told me to go into the little room and change and hang my clothes up;
you see, typically feminine.  He also very politely asked me to wait and
inform him when I was ready to re-enter the room and that he might just ask
me to wait a little.
   I soon stripped off and got into the set.  My girlfriends have always
called me "big boy" but I know I'm not.  That's what girls say, they are in
essence talking themselves up, although also thinking we need our
confidence built high.  I do not need that.  I am average and perhaps a
little more than that; I am suitably endowed.  Although to be honest once I
was dressed in the attire my erection was at full strength and throbbing
hard; my little egg sack was as usual, tight and hairless.  I like to keep
my area like that; little boy, little girl.
   The upper baby doll nightie came nowhere near covering my appendage I
was pleased to note; and of course the panties were crotchless.  I felt so
sexy, so turned on and as ever I was leaking.
   Receiving his call I re-entered the room.  I opened the door and took
one step out and then stopped, open mouthed I seem to remember.
   He stood several paces in front of me.  Wearing pink, almost my twin,
and displaying his feminised masculinity, his penis also erect and proudly
jutting forth; he smiled and beckoned me.  I probably stumbled a little
when I minced over.  I felt all girlish and really quite turned on.  I
walked straight up to him and he smiled all the time.  I was standing
practically toe to toe with him again.
   "Mmm" he lisped and it's not easy to lisp when you sound off an "mmm"
but it was lisped.  I felt kind of weak as his hand went to my cock and I
felt his gently stroking me and as I looked down I heard him say "oooh big
boy" - I had to look up quickly, I had thoughts of my girl friend for a
moment - "mmm, why don't you explore me too" he said clearly lisping this
time and I matched him.
   "Don't we look so pretty in our nighties dear, why don't you go lower
and have a better, a closer look" and he applied some gentle pressure to my
shoulders - I sank down nervously and on my knees was faced with his small
erect penis, coincidentally also without hairs encumbering it.  His eggs
were encased in a loose sack and as I gently touched them his cock
throbbed.
   "Yours are bigger than mine" I whispered, my heart pounding as I looked
back up at him from my knelt position.
   He was looking down at me and there was a clear sign of pleasure on his
face, he was actually licking his lips and then he too sank down to my
level and placed his smooth face close to mine.  I felt a gentle finger
placed right over the tip of my cock.  He was gently rubbing the little
precum and right over the hole and then his finger gently moved to that
sensitive piece of skin that was straining the joint between the top of my
erection and the sheath of penis skin; and I love having that gently rubbed
or licked.
   "You like that don't you baby boy, I so love young underage boys" I
could feel his breath flush over my face "mmm, it feels good doesn't it"
again his flushing breath and then suddenly I felt his tongue on my lips
and then within them and then buried deep inside my mouth.
   He had shifted himself closer and as he probed my mouth hard with his
searching tongue, I felt his pelvis grind against my own, our cocks rubbing
together.  He had found a rythmn, he had a way of moving so that our erect
cocks were both ground together and then flicked apart and then ground
together and this over and over again.  I felt his hand cupping and
squeezing my balls.  I felt a finger moving under my balls and then probing
the slit in my buttocks, the finger probing harder and harder, widening the
gap and sliding up and then finding my............................
   "Oooh" he said pulling back "mmmm, what have we here little boy, mmmmm,
is it our little boy vagina, mmmm, why don't we turn around and receive
some little pleasures."
   I shifted around and felt a hand on the small of my back pressing me
down.  He arranged me into the all fours positions, my botty pointing
towards him and then I felt my buttocks being spread and then a cold but
pleasurable sensation.
   "A little cold cream, some cosmetic cream to ease things along I think"
and I felt a finger sink into me and as it sank in I felt it wriggle around
a little and then I felt him bending his finger down inside me and I
winced, "I'm going to stimulate you, I'm going to give you pleasure, I'm
going to find your little boy clitoris."
   I gulped and kind of gagged as I felt my orgasm shoot out from my cock.
I felt a large amount of sperm splat against my chest.  I couldn't exactly
work out what had happened but it felt so good but I also felt exhausted
and I fell forwards and around.  I didn't know the term back then but I had
been milked and it felt so good.
   I ended up on my back, legs weaky apart and I was heaving but I had my
eyes open and I saw him smiling down at me.  I was dazed.
   "Has your girlfriend ever given you that sensation before" he said and I
shook my head.  Once again he smiled and then said "well there's going to
be plenty more of that for you if you want?" And I nodded in full agreement
and expectation of that hope.
   I was now sitting propped up.  He had got up and returned with some
cushions, I was still lying on the floor but now my head was fully propped.
This was in the pre Aids days.
   He had straddled himself over my body and was holding his erect member
to my mouth "would you care to indulge my sweet boy, my sweet little boy?"
   I had no real skill here that I knew of but I did my best and from the
sounds he made and from his general body language I think I gave myself a
good showing.
   His penis was actually quite small, perhaps little more that four inches
erect.  Anyway I was able to take it all in, I could feel his soft belly
against my face as I sucked as hard as I could "when I cum, don't swallow"
I heard him say "I want to see it."
   It was him who taught me and it was me who taught and has taught other
girlfriends - it's dirty and it's crude but it's so lovely.
   What you do is this.  When the spunk fires into your mouth you hold it
and then let it dribble like spit under control and just as it's about to
break away you suck it back up - you can do this for ages - and he loved
it. He eventually gave me a towel and told me to spit into it and after
that he kissed me again and in between little butterfly kisses told me I
was his sweet little baby boy in my pretty baby doll nightie and panties -
all of this combined soon had me hard again.
   I can't remember now how many times I buggered him, well I was young
then.  He never buggered me; he seemed quite content with my anal
penetrations of him.  I sucked and fondled him on many further occasions of
course; he wanted his pleasuring and I was pleased to give it - but it was
me who gained the real pleasure.  His milking technique not only enabled me
to fire off sperm but it also had the advantage of hardening me and almost
at anytime.
   Once I had the taste, the tightness of his rectum and I suppose his
skill of keeping me hard and his abilty to tighten heavily around my cock
as I pumped him time and time again, I just couldn't get enough.  By the
fifth or who knows, tenth orgasm I was dry, I was dry shooting but it still
felt good, really good.
   It was late afternoon when I left and just before I departed he said,
"and will you be telling your girlfriend about your interesting little
experiences?" and I nodded and said "yes of course."
   "Good for you - and you promise?"
   She was totally over the moon when I told her; she was so excited and
kept repeating "god I wish, I so wish I had been there.  I'v always wanted
to see two boys bugger each other - it's sooooo sexy - will you do it
again, for me, pleeeeease, will you..........."
   And that is, of course, another story.  But one thing I can tell you is
this; whoever ended up with that old girlfriend of mine received a girl
with a special ability.  I am almost certain she could fit and carry around
at least one full 750ml tin of beer in her rectum with absolutely no
concerns whatsoever - and without wishing to infer she is a Cow, she is an
expert milker too - her doing the actual milking that is - I used to call
her my Milk Maid.
   END OF GAY DAZED (or is it?)
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