1. A COMING OUT PARTY


    Date: 12/4/2017, Categories: First Time, Gay, Trans, Author: justluvtrans, Source: xHamster

    We had met on XHamster.com. Our profiles confirmed we lived in the same city. We exchanged private messages at first then we started exploring mutual fantasies. How we like to dress in women’s clothing, especially the lingerie. We shared masturbatory stories with one another. Finally, we agreed to skype while we were dressed. We wore masks for our mutual protection. This went on for a few weeks until one day he took his mask off. What could I do? I had to reciprocate, even though I was terrified of being outed. No one, not even my wife knew of my little hobby. I had managed to keep it hidden from her in spite of a few close calls. So we agreed to meet. I was so anxious, so nervous. What if he was setting me up to be mugged? To be blackmailed? To be gang ****d. I’d never hooked up with a total stranger of either sex, let alone a man who I might have sex with if I didn’t lose my nerve. Then there was another issue. What if it went okay, but I got infected with an STD. How was I going to explain that? Finally I had to consider what if I actually enjoyed it too much. What if I found out after all these years that I was a queer, in addition to being a transvestite? So here I was driving into the city on a cold, bright sunny afternoon. Prepared to risk all that I cared about for what at the worst would leave me the victim of a felony and at best, well I didn’t know what at best would be. I arrived at the coffee shop on time. I saw you immediately. He was wearing the dark blue navy ...
    pea coat like he said he would and he looked like he did on Skype. I had lied; I wasn’t wearing a Mariner’s cap, I was wearing a hat pulled down over my eyes and my collar turned up hiding the lower part of my face. The upper part of my face was partially obscured by my sunglasses. He was texting someone so I managed to slip by him and get to the counter without him recognizing me. I bought a latte and slipped into the chair behind him. We sat with our backs to one another. My hands were trembling; my breath was coming in gasps. I guess my heart rate was at about 105 beats a minute. Then I decided, I got up to leave and I heard a voice say, “Don’t go. We can at least have coffee together.” Well fuck. My career as a master of disguise was to be short lived. I sat back down. “Sorry, I’m just not sure I can go through with this.” “I know, I’m pretty antsy myself. I’ve left twice and came back. That’s thirty dollars’ worth of coffee with tips.” “Why didn’t you take it with you?” “I don’t drink coffee, it gives me heart burn.” Well that kind of won me over. I figured he must be okay if he tipped the barista all three times for coffee he didn’t drink. We went to the hotel we had agreed on. After we took care of parking and retrieved our suitcases we walked into the hotel and up to the front desk. Our reservations had been made the previous day. I was shaking like a meth head suffering withdrawal. We gave our names to the front desk clerk. He smiled as he confirmed we had reserved ...
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