Glory Hole Trap (part 7)
A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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After a nice breakfast together we got fully dressed and went for a walk in the park. The park was a large wooded area with a lot of nice nature trails. We walked the trails, hand in hand. After a time we came to a bench where we rested.
I kissed Marsha and looked into her eyes as I held her hand. "Where is all this leading?" I asked.
"I was beginning to wonder the same thing," she replied.
"I am starting to feel seriously about you dear," I said, "but don't know if this is real or if I'm just an assignment for you."
"Jeff, I'm really attracted to you," she admitted, "but thought you might just be cooperating because of the blackmail."
"I sure don't like what they did to me," I said, "but I'm really glad to have met you, and want our relationship to be very real."
"I do too," said Marsha, "but I suppose we do need to talk about the blackmail."
"I kind of thought that falling for a girl like you would not be enough," I said, "I just wish I could have met you under other circumstances."
"We have to face the reality we are dealt," said Marsha.
"Ok, so what will I have to do to satisfy my blackmailers?" I asked.
"Nothing, if it were up to me," she said, "but there will be things you won't like."
"Such as?" I asked.
"You will have to give blowjobs," she said, "possibly for the foreseeable future."
"How would that work?" I asked.
"You would have to go back and suck publicly for them," Marsha continued, "and then one or more men will be assigned to you as your regulars. You will be expected to blow them whenever they want it."
"So they are intending to turn me," I said.
"Either you will turn or you will hate it for a long time," she said, "it would be easier for you to turn – at least you would like it."
"Is there any other way?" I asked.
"Jeff, I have come to know you are a very good man," Marsha explained, "but you did some really bad things, and they intend to make you pay. When you sucked Lee that first night, was that really so bad?"
"I hated it!" I said, "and only did it because I was forced to. You were there and saw my humiliation."
"Yes I saw," confirmed Marsha, "how did you like sucking me?"
"Marsha dear, I loved it," I said, "and want to do lots of it."
"So how was that different from sucking Lee?" she asked.
"When I sucked you, I was going down on my lady," I said, "not giving a blowjob!"
"Certainly the circumstances are completely different," Marsha said, "but the mechanics are very similar."
"What I did with you was out of caring!" I said, "that makes a lot of difference."
Marsha agreed, and said, "I will try to convince them to go easy on you, but you will certainly have to do things you won't like."
"I suppose I deserve it, but sure won't do it willingly," I said.
"The more cooperative you appear, the easier it will be on you. If you fight them, it will go very roughly for you," she said.
"Would you still like me if they turned me into a faggot?" I asked.
"Yes," Marsha affirmed, "but I suggest that you stop using that word – to some gay people, it is like the 'N' word for blacks."
I was learning, but had much more to learn. I really did like sucking Marsha, but couldn't imagine ever really wanting to blow a man.
"I really like you Marsha," I said, "and am glad to have you on my side."
We kissed and continued our walk, returning to the car and stopping by a fast food place for lunch.
After lunch we went to a movie. The theater was nearly empty this afternoon, so we had our choice of seats. We sat in the middle in the back third of the theater, with nobody nearby.
It was a good movie, but we spent a lot of time making out. I had my hand up Marsha's skirt, and soon she wiggled out of her panties and handed them to me. I pressed them to my face and sniffed her perfume and she just giggled. I put them in my pocket and resumed my exploration up her skirt. I took hold of her clitty and squeezed it lovingly, while feeling the passion of her kisses increase.
Marsha got very aroused, and stopped me, saying, "you can arouse me all you like, but I only want to cum when we are alone together – it is something I only want to share with you.
I stopped and kissed her. After the movie we walked to the car. Before opening the door for her, I took Marsha into my arms and said, "I want to take this relationship as far as we can go, but I'm not sure where it can go." We kissed and I opened the door for her.
On the way home Marsha said, "We could just be girlfriend and boyfriend for as long as you want – you won't ever get me pregnant, and I don't have periods"
I already knew she was better than other girls, but now there was even more reason to want her.
"You make it sound like the logical conclusion is that I dump you in favor of a woman to marry," I said.
Marsha's eyes began to tear up again and I knew I had screwed up again, so I had to make a quick recovery.
"But what if I don't want to dump you?" I asked, "Don't you think you would look good in a bridal gown?"
Marsha immediately smiled and said, "Do you really think you could marry someone like me?"
"Well, I'm not proposing just yet, but why couldn't I marry you?" I asked.
"I'm not legally a girl," Marsha confessed, "so it would have to be a same-sex marriage"
"You may not legally be a girl," I said, "but you are a girl to me, and nobody else would have to know that you aren't legally a girl."
"Marriage licenses are a matter of public record," she said, "so it may be possible for people to find out."
"I hadn't thought about that," I said, "but we may have time to figure that out."
I realized that I was really falling for Marsha – but I definitely liked it!
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