Night on the Town

By Glenn

Published on Aug 16, 2002

Transgender

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This is a true story that happened in the 1980 when I was a young GI stationed in Germany. It tells about my visit to a Frankfurt night club called "Blue Angel".

At 21 I had really gotten around so there wasn't much that could surprise. Or I thought so. Even though I was just visiting for the night, it was obviously a gay night club, and I was obviously there for one thing: boys. Since eighth grade though I had had my share of girls and sure enjoyed a taste now and then.

It was midnight and the place was packed. All the cock you could ever want. Cute butts flashing on the dancefloor like lightning bugs in a forest. The crowd at the bar was as close-pressed as the horny couples gyrating on the dance floor. I squeezed in for a beer, and decided to settle back for some serious decisionmaking.

I'm 5'8" and medium build. From all the exercise I was getting in the Army, I had a strong build, but not to muscular. Dark hair, dark eyes and a nice uncut six inches that was always pulling me into new adventures. Goodlooking enough to seldom get a turn-down from somebody I was really interested in.

Back to the bar. As I sipped my beer and scoped out the nights' alternatives, a really cute girl came up beside me- only about 5'4" and pretty butch in a gentle way; short reddish brown hair, cut almost like a boys; waist length leather jacket and black pants, her slim belly button showing just below the tube top, but a very attractive way about her. She reminded me of a really cute kid sister.

At first, I assumed she was just there to find a girlfriend so I didn't pay much attention. But as the bar crowd pressed us together we made eye contact, and I suddenly took notice of her. Was that really a sparkle in her eye. I turned in as smooth and low-key a way as I could toward this gentle thing who was forced into contact with me by the crowd, and got the impression that she had been waiting for me to look.

I was a little afraid and uncomfortable making a move on such a beautiful little treasure in a gay bar, but we seemed to be connecting, and the more we yelled into each others ear, the more I became entwined with her. "Hi Kate, I'm Glenn," I shouted. I didn't ask her to dance,we just agreed with our eyes.

With her hand in mine we squeezed our way onto the dance floor, not getting too much intimate body contact, but definitely falling into each others' eyes.

I even snuck in a few kisses, but with the crowd around us it wasn't very intimate. After two dances, she asked if I wanted to leave.

I remember the sight of following her out: the back of her leather jacket just covering her slim, boyish hips. It only occurred to me then that she might be a little underage. But she said "21" so I was happy. Who cares if she was lying, at that point I'd already settled on a night with this kid, and my cock was already straining for this cute little thing and was looking forward to some fun.

As we got outside and our hearing adjusted, she said she had come with a friend but not to worry. She had a little apartment a few blocks away. As we walked along side by side, my hand at one point strayed to her waist and along her back into her waistband. The touch of silk reminded me that I always did enjoy the feeling of a nice butt in lingerie whether it was a boy or girl.

This girl is horny. On the elevator, her hands were all over me, and her tongue felt like a really cool snake had gotten in side me. Once we got inside her tiny efficiency, she turned on a low light, put on some nice tunes, and got us some wine. As I sat on the futon, she lit a joint and came over to sit next to me. God, this girl's slow seduction was great.

After a few minutes of riveting eyes contact through the soft haze of smoke, I was settled in nicely as she crawled on top of me. With her gorgeous tongue swirling in my mouth while we stayed in a complete eye-lock, I felt her hand fumbling with my belt buckle. Before long my pants and were at my knees and this cute little thing had my hard rod all the way down her throat. As I moaned I also was working on her clothes.

Her leather jacket was gone, and I had her pants loosened and over her hips. With her on her knees, I could just knead her silk covered ass. I already knew there wasn't much in her tube top but, between her riveting blow-job I strained for a little nipple play too Finally, she stood. Leaving her tube top on she slipped off her black pants, and there in front of me was the cutest sight.

I wasn't much of for young boys, but this seduction had done me in. "Kate's" long thin rod and balls were easily visible through full-cut purple panties, and the wet spot said it all.

She apologized for the deception but said that she loves to be a girl when she is seducing, and a boy in bed. A little stoned and VERY horny we opened the futon. My little girl wanted to leave her tube top and panties on for a little longer, and I guess it was a great idea because the feel of her, once again on top, as she rubbed her panty covered cock hard against mine was terrific.

After a while, I did get to angle my way on top, and in the dim light, was too stoned to sort out the imagery. Little boy? Girl? But I evntually got that long slim cock in my mouth, and managed to swallow all seven inches as I squeezed her ass and felt for her little rosebud.

What surprised me though, and I guess I just hadn't had much experience with "girls" like this, is that once we really got going, she was definitely a top.

I got to lick her ass a little once while we were 69-ing, but she made it clear by her movements that she definitely wanted to be the "man" in bed.

After a while, I acceeded and settled back to a night of "womanhood" being licked and fucked, and cuddled by this strange girl (?). That long slim cock of hers seemed to go everywhere. With my legs hunched up to my ears, her tongue down my throat and her cock squirming up my ass, I felt like two snakes were kissing inside me somewhere while their bodies wriggled through me. What a fuck.

I don't know how many times I came that night, with and without help from her hand or mouth. But when I left the next afternoon, I was definitely the best fucked "girl" in town, and would always remember "Kate" and the powerful snake she kept concealed in her panties.

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