Confessions of a Clandestine Cruiser, part 3
by Scotnat
As I found myself enjoying cruising and occasional hookups, I realised that there must be ways of making contact other than going to a nudist beach; after all, you can only go there in summer, but guys are horny all year round! So I did some research on the internet and found hundreds of gay contact sites, most of them American it has to be said. Patient sifting through eventually found one where a few guys in my geographical area seemed to be genuine enough. I got into a private chat with one guy who said he lived in a town a few miles away from mine. He said enough to convince me, and he obviously decided he could trust me, because he told me that he could accommodate a meeting at his house on his day off.
To cut a long story short, I decided to take the risk and drove over there on the appointed day. I found the street and the house quite easily; it was in a respectable but not too well-off area. The car he had described to me was parked outside. I went up to the door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by a man in his 40's, so rather younger than me. We confirmed that we were each the person the other was expecting and he invited me in. The house was small but very clean and tidy. We sat in the living room and just looked at each other for a while. He offered me coffee but I declined.
Eventually he said, "Well, are we going to do something?"
I replied, "Yes if you like. Are you sure we won't be disturbed?"
"No, my wife's at work till 5.00pm and and my son is at school he won't be home till after 4.00." (It was about 2.00pm by this time.) He went on, "We can use either our room or my boy's room." He told me his son was 14; I would have liked to meet him, but that was obviously impossible.
I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of using the room where he and his wife slept together, so I opted for the son's room; the thought of that added a certain excitement to the anticipation. He showed me into the room, which was remarkably tidy for a teenaged boy's den. The bed looked clean and was nicely made up.
"Just wait for me here; I'll join you in a few moments," he said and left the room, leaving me wondering what would happen next.
What happened next was that he came back in dressed completely in women's clothes. Not really in drag, as there was no attempt at makeup and no wig, but he was wearing a soft woolen jumper, a skirt and what looked like nylon stockings or tights. It took my breath away! To be honest, I wasn't finding him particularly sexy, but this was something else! All I could say was "Wow!" He lay down beside me -- on his son's bed! -- and I wondered whether he was expecting me to kiss him, which I didn't really fancy. However, he invited me to "have a feel."
I started by sliding my hand inside his jumper and gently followed his smooth skin upwards. Sure enough, he was wearing a bra, although he didn't have much to put in it! But I made like I might have done with a woman, stroking over his bra then under it and tweaking his nipples, which were standing up stiff. He was obviously turned on, rather more than me, it has to be said.
After a bit I turned my attention to his lower half, starting again as I would with a woman, with my hand on his knee and then sliding it slowly up his thigh. The nylons proved to be stockings; I reached the top of them and found bare skin and a suspender strap. He was wriggling and moaning a little already. I pressed on and eventually felt underwear which was quite obviously not a man's underpants. I really wanted to see him properly now. I stopped what I was doing and made to remove his pullover. He sat up to make it easy for me, and I took his bra off while I was at it. From the waist up he now looked totally masculine, with a just a little sandy-coloured hair around his navel and nipples. I was feeling more comfortable now and leaned in to lick and nibble his nipples. This got him really moaning and squirming.
With most of my attention on his tits, I still managed to find the zipper of his skirt and slide it down. With the waist freed the skirt slid off very easily, revealing quite a sight! Nylon stockings held up by a black lacy suspender belt and sky blue panties with white broderie anglaise trims at waist and legs. The effect was rather spoiled by him having a stonking hardon which the panties could barely contain. I licked down to his belly button and stuck my tongue in. Meantime he had obviously decided that I was part of the show too. I'd taken my tshirt off before we started; he now loosened my jeans and slid them off. I was wearing black slip underpants which he obviously liked because he stroked my cock through them for some time.
I pushed my hand inside the leg of his panties at the same moment as he went under the waist of my slip and we each grasped the other's cock. His was leaking precum. I got up on my knees and licked him through those sexy panties. His cock throbbed under my tongue. Eventually I started to pull them down. He was rather hairier down there than I usually like, but his cock was very nice -- small but nice, no more than 5 inches long and slim with it, just a comfortable mouthful. He was meantime getting my underpants off as well. He wanted more than a straightforward 69 however. He rolled me on to my back, turned himself around and got up on his knees, presenting me with his bum. It was also quite hairy with the same sandy coloured hair as his belly. It was very clean -- no smell at all -- and he obviously wanted me to rim him. I wouldn't have done it if there had been any trace of a smell, but in fact I nuzzled into him then licked right up over his hole with my tongue. He now had my cock in his mouth and I could feel that my orgasm was not far away. I licked frantically at his arse and felt round to grasp his cock at the same time. We came more or less simultaneously and we both came a lot. It was terrific! He swallowed all of mine but his went on my chest and belly. When we had recovered a bit he showed me the bathroom and I cleaned myself up.
His son's bed looked a bit rumpled now, and I wondered about his clothes -- were they his or his wife's? If his, how did he keep them hidden from her? If hers, how did he keep her from knowing he'd been wearing them? I never got answers to those questions because it was getting near school home time and he said he needed to get the room tidied -- obviously! So I got ready to leave.
Just before I went out he told me that he went every Friday afternoon to the carpark of a local beach which was a known cruising spot. Unfortunately that day and time was impossible for me so I never saw him again, and I never found out what his son looked like.
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