At 18 and right out of Highschool I needed a part time job while I attended junior college. I landed a job at the local mall doing janitorial work on weekends at Macy's, which was an early a.m. gig before the store opened for business. The night manager would unlock the doors and let us in at midnight, then proceed to parts unknown in the store to probably sleep. My work partner Dave and I rarely saw him.
I had been a closeted crossdresser since age 12 or so when for some unknown reason I thought it would be a good idea to try on my older sisters panties. I'll never forget those panties, black with a rose lace patter on them and 2 strands of fabric across the hips to the back and a small shiny sequin in middle up front. My young cock became increadibly hard when I slipped them up my legs and was barely contained by the thin see through mesh fabric. The head of my rock was sticking out above the top of the panties and when I pushed my cock to the side, fireworks went off in my head. My cock started pulsing and in fear I gripped it tight with my right hand. The head of my cock turned bright red with blood and due to pain/pleasure I let go. White cream flew from my cock, striking me in the face and upper chest and continued to pulse and shoot the goo lower and lower on my body until it just oozed out the head of my cock. I had just experienced my first orgasm. The cream that hit my face covered my cheeks and lips. Without thinking, I ran my tongue across my lips and tasted cum for the first time. It wasn't unpleasant and I scooped up the remainder of my cum with my fingers and stuck them in my mouth.
I spent the next six years chasing the feeling of that first orgasm. I found myself addicted to my cock and the savory cum it produced. I became fixated and stroked my cock multiple times a day, always enjoying the taste of my efforts. The first orgasm was while wearing my sisters panties, which led to a fixation of panties, pantyhose, nylons, bras slips and various lingerie which I wore to bed every night.
Landing the job at Macy's had its perks but was really the devil in disquize. I was locked up in a large store at night with my co-worker, a seldom seen manager and a lingerie department. Dave and I alternated duties between the top and bottom floor, so we basically worked alone. Our duties were to empty the trash, dust mop the floor, mop and vacume the carpets.
Imagine an 18 year old horned up crossdresser vacuming the carpet in the lingerie department...alone. It was only a couple of months before I was comfortable with the routine and started playing with the merchandise. I would select a garment and work my way to the fitting rooms, select a room, lock the door and embrace myself with the treasure of the day. It always ended with a wonderful orgasm and the taste of cum on my tongue. I was always careful not to get anything on the lingerie and would return it to the hanger when I was done. None the wiser, I would finish my shift and go about my day.
While working (sic) I had tried all sorts of different lingerie but had found a new fixation with shapewear. There was just something about being encased in satin that I couldn't resist. One particular Saturday morning I spotted a new product on a circular rack, it was a reteo style body briefer with an open bottom and garter tabs. I picked up a package of thigh high stocking and slipped that erotic body hugging thing of lust off its hanger.
I quietly entered the last stall in the fitting room, closing the latch. After stripping down, the thigh highs sliding up my legs produced a massive errection, and putting on the body briefer and attaching the garters almost put me over the top. I sat down on the bench seat and lightly touched my cock. With each whisper touch of my fingertips my cock would twitch wildly and the head was becoming deeper red and swelling.
KNock Knock
I just about jumped out of my skin. In a mad dash I was trying to get my clothes together to cover up when the manager loudly said "stop". "I know what you're doing in there, either open the door or you're fired, ill call the police and everybody will know".
I had no choice but to reach up and unlatch the door to the fitting room. The fitting room door swung in and there stood the manager in his business suit. He looked at me with an evil grin and stated "that looks good on you", then stepped into the fitting room and told me I had no choice as he undid his belt and lowered his trousers and boxer shorts.
Presented in front of me was a cock, circumcised, thick, perhaps 5 inches long and slowly filling with blood. He moved forward and said "you know what to do" as he presented his hardening cock just inches from my face. I was a closeted crossdresser that ate his own cum, but had never considered myself gay. It had always been about chasing the feeling of my first orgasm and nothing more, a compulsive disorder I couldn't escape. This was new to me and I was terrified.
When I hesitated, he pushed his hips forward and for the first time in my life I touched another man's cock. I felt his cock slide over my closed lips and touch my cheek. It was getting hard and ill never forget, it was warm and had left a little bit of pre cum on my lips. Instinctively I licked my lips and tasted what was to come. He pulled back slightly then pushed forward, guiding the head of his cock to my lips. In a trance, I opened and he guided his cock slowly across my lips and into my mouth. The underside of his cock slid across my tongue and his cock twitched, filling quicker with blood, swelling and becoming harder and larger.
He slid his cock out of my mouth and I pursed in a kiss as it left my lips. He pushed forward again and I needed no encouragement to part my lips and let his hardening cock enter my mouth. This was new to me and I liked it. He slowly pushed his cock in and out of my mouth as I chased it so it wouldn't escape. The manager had found a cocksucker.
He relaxed and let my have his cock. I licked him from the base to the tip and down again. I licked his balls then ran my tongue and lips up his shift, openening my mouth and taking him in. I was out of control and worshiped his cock, wanting to feel him shoot his cum into my mouth. He moaned a few times, grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. I could feel his cock swell and twitch. He forced his cock deep into my moth and held it still as his cock erupted. I could feel the ropes of cum as they coated the inside of my mouth and throat with some of it leaking past my lips. When he was done cumming he tried to pull his cock from my mouth but I put my hands behind his ass and held him fast while I tried to suck out whatever was left.
His cock eventually started to shrink and I let it escape my lips. He said "our secret", pulled up his trousers and walked away. I licked my lips trying to find any cum I had missed, looked down and realized I had cum as well. My cum had splashed the front of the body briefer and the top of my thigh high covered legs. I used my fingers to scoop it up and licked them clean. I left the thigh highs on but removed the body briefer and hid it behind the fitting room mirror and returned to work.
The rest of my shift was a blur. After clocking out, while walking to our vehicles in the parking lot Dave mentioned I had something on my chin, it was dried cum.
That night while wearing the thigh highs and slowly stroking my cock while reliving my encounter with the manager, I kept picturing Dave's face. He knew.