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From: Rachael Ross <rache_696@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Gayle's Scene by rache (M/f, first, oral, public)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:10:02 -0400
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Gayle's Scene Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Story
Codes: M/f, first, oral, public

   Note: Just a scene, not really a story at all.  I had it down in a rough
form after I'd done the first 3 chapters of Girl Fag and I thought I wanted
to do that story a little "harder" then I went back to Girl Fag, and now I
edited this and just want to get it out of my box.  -rr

   Gayle's Scene by rache

   I had a plan.

   I was 15 and weird, everyone said so.  Even my parents and my shrink. 
I'd had a friend, an older guy named Erich.  He'd told me anyone who
thought a 15 year old needed a psychiatrist needed a psychiatrist.  He'd
joined the Marines though and now he was in Iraq, and nobody else liked me.
I acted like a boy, not a girl, and for awhile that had been okay.  But not
in high school.  I was tall and thin, with growing tits and a clear face.
Everyone tried to change me so I'd be pretty, whatever that was.  But I was
just interested in sex mostly.  Not like regular sex though.  More like guy
sex, I don't know.  I guess I just wanted to check guys out all the time.

   Erich and I just mostly hung out until he left.  Once in awhile he'd
kiss me, but I always laughed when he did.  I was scared sorta, but he was
my friend so it was kind of weird for me.  He thought I was weird too and
before he left for boot camp he asked me if I was queer or something, like
I'd kiss him or whatever to prove I wasn't.  But I just shrugged, cause
maybe I was.

   I saw some stuff on the internet, at school.  I mean even with all the
really rude sites blocked, some stuff always gets through.  Just censored
pics of people doing it and I couldn't look very long or I'd get busted. 
It was enough to interest me though, and keep me interested.  I didn't want
a boyfriend though.  I didn't like anybody.  I didn't want to like anybody,
I just felt like I was passing through, you know?  I was invisible most of
the time anyway, so far as the other kids at school cared.  And that was
fine with me.

   I wanted to see more though and so I'd come up with a plan to see more.
Everyone was always talking about how adult movie theatres were big gay
hangouts and pickup spots.  There was a Pussycat Theater not too far away;
a few minutes ride on the bus.  I had no idea if I could even get in or
what would happen if I did.  But I was dying to find out more, to actually
see something real.  What that was precisely I couldn't really say.  But
everyone I knew at school had boyfriends, girlfriends, or just friends.  I
didn't really have anyone.  I guess what I was looking for was someone to
connect with, even if it was only in the most basic way.  Sexually.

   The theater didn't look that bad from the outside.  It wasn't in the
best neighborhood, that was for sure.  I was dressed in my best 'boy'
disguise.  A loose t-shirt with a light flannel shirt over that, all
untucked and frayed just enough.  A Padres ball cap, some cheap sunglasses.
Add some black jeans and I was set.  My black hair was on my shoulders, but
it was wavy anyhow, and tangled like a boy might wear it.  My face was
feminine, but nothing I could do about that.  So long as I hid my boobs and
my hips, I was okay.  I looked like a boy, a 13 year old probably, but I
had to try, right?

   There was one person working, an older guy who didn't seem to care one
way or the other.  He hardly looked at anything but my money, and the 20
minutes I'd spent pacing back and forth a block away, worrying about
getting in, were wasted.  I bought my ticket and I walked right through the
doors.  My heart was thumping so hard I couldn't stand it.  Really, it was
like I was robbing a bank or something.  I felt like I was going to get
arrested any minute or someone would stop me ask me what I thought I was
doing and turn me in.  Everyone would know I was sneaking into a porn movie
place and I'd be dead.

   But no one said a word.  I heard the movie playing, loud moaning and
dirty language and the worst music in the world.  It was dark in the
theater, the only light came from the screen.  And the light behind me when
I opened the door.  I could see maybe a dozen people scattered around and I
picked a seat on the aisle not too close to anyone.  I watched the movie,
it was plain guy and girl stuff.  I thought the guy was hot, he had the
biggest penis I'd ever seen.  But I couldn't identify with the girl at all.
I was wishing it were another guy up there.

   As my eyes adjusted I saw that there wasn't very much going on as far as
the other movie-goers were concerned either.  They were, as far as I could
tell, middle-age men keeping a safe distance from anyone else.  I sat
there, watching, trying to see if I could spot anyone masturbating, or if
anyone would approach someone else.  I was so nervous I hunched down in the
seat suddenly realizing that I might be that someone else.  I never did see
anything that particular day, other than the movie.  But it did make me
bolder, more confident.  I snuck out of the theater deathly afraid that I'd
get caught trying to get away from the scene of the crime, but of course I
wasn't.  No one seemed to care in the least.

   A few weeks later I took the train downtown, to a theater I knew showed
gay movies.  It was around sunset, darker and somehow safer that way.  Once
again the person working the ticket window didn't seem to care what I
looked like as long as I had the money to get in.  This place was much more
what I'd expected of an adult theater.  It was dark and seedy and it
smelled musty.  It had a theater entrance and a small area selling
magazines, toys and drug paraphenalia.  Also it had a small video arcade,
curtained off with signs saying "TOKENS ONLY" and "ONE CUSTOMER PER BOOTH".

   I was too nervous to look around too long so I ducked into the theater
fairly quickly.  It was even darker than the other one had been and what I
saw on the large screen made my heart thump.  Three guys having sex, one on
his hands and knees the other two filling his mouth and ass with thick man
cock.  I couldn't take my eyes off it and I found the best seat I could,
right in the middle of the theater.  There were maybe 9 or 10 guys in
there. A couple of them sitting together and as my ears grew used to the
poor sound system I could distinguish the sounds of oral sex coming from my
left and right.  I glanced over to one side and saw the shape of a guy
sitting still except for his arm; he was moving it up and down on someone I
couldn't see.

   On the left I could see a little better because they were behind me.  A
guy was on his knees sucking another guy who was sitting near the aisle.  A
couple other guys sat close, obviously stroking their cocks.  I was in
heaven.  I felt my pussy getting wet and I rubbed it slowly through my
jeans, wishing I had a cock of my own to stroke instead of this empty hole.
Between the movie and the men in the theater I was going to cum very hard
and very soon.

   I was interrupted when someone sat directly in front of me.  Some guy
and I didn't know what that meant.  I didn't know if he just wanted to
annoy me, or if he knew I was a girl, or if he was trying to pick me
up...what?  I thought about moving, saying something was totally out of the
question.  But I stayed put figuring I would wait and see.  I saw plenty as
it turned out.  It was only a few minutes before I realized he had taken
his cock out and was playing with it.  Not stroking it really, just kind of
waving it quickly back and forth.  I watched in the dim light, holding my
breath as it grew harder right in front of me.

   He turned a little and I knew he was looking at me out of the corner of
his eye.  I had been leaning forward to get a better view and he caught me
before I could sit back.  I watched him get up and pulling his shirt down
over his cock he walked around the seats in front of me and into my aisle.
He sat down next to me and I squinched myself up a little so we wouldn't
touch.  He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it while he watched
the movie.  I, naturally, was watching him.

   "Where's yours?" he whispered.

   "Uh, what?" I whispered back in a low husky voice.

   He looked at me and smiled a little.  "You wanna suck it?"

   His hand was sliding wetly up and down his cock.  It looked enormous, as
big as any of those actors on the screen.  I felt my stomach flip-flop and
didn't know how to answer.  I was afraid if I said no he'd suspect
something was wrong and I'd get busted.  That thought terrified me and I
almost got up and ran out.  But instead I nodded and whispered "Yes."

   He took his hand off his cock and looked at me expectantly.  I had no
clue except what I'd seen in that magazine and what was happening on the
screen in front of me.  I reached over and gingerly took this stranger's
cock in my hand.  It didn't feel anything like I thought it would.  It was
thick, heavy, and it seemed alive underneath the soft skin surrounding it.
I stroked it gently, up and down like I'd seen him doing it moments before.
He was uncircumcised and the foreskin slipped over the head and back.  It
was so beautiful.  So fascinating.  I could have played with that cock for
hours.

   But my new friend was getting impatient.  He reached over and pulled my
shoulder, pulled me, out of the seat and onto the floor in front of him.  I
knew what he wanted and I basically knew how to do it.  I put my face close
to his crotch and I could smell him.  My first ever real scent of a man's
arousal.  His precum had been leaking and I could smell the sweat between
his legs, the slight odor of urine.  It didn't turn me off though, totally
the opposite.  This was a man.  This was how he should smell.  I played
with his cock some more, watching it closely in the dim light.  I watched
the way the eye opened and closed when I squeezed it.  I watched the way
the foreskin came up and surrounded the head, folding and unfolding into
well worn creases of his skin.

   I opened my mouth.  It was time.  I was shaking.  Literally, my body was
trembling as I took my first cock into my mouth.  He wasn't too long,
average I guess.  But very thick and I stretched my mouth wide and felt his
hot penis inside.  I had no idea really of what I was doing and I caught
the rim of his cockhead with my teeth and he told me to watch it.  I gagged
when I tried to take too much too quickly.  I couldn't breath.  I couldn't
swallow all the saliva flooding my mouth, mixing with his precum.  There
were so many little things.  I thought I'd just take his cock in my mouth
and start deep throating right away.  It didn't look that hard.

   I started to get a rhythm and I was playing with his balls while I
sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could.  I was still hitting him
with my teeth and every now and then I would make a loud thluurping sound
or a small coughing sound when I'd taken too much, but all in all I was
getting the hang of it.  My new friend was enjoying it too.  He was talking
to me, as if I could answer.  Asking me how old I was, where I was from. 
He made it clear he thought I was a young boy, probably 16 or 17 maybe, and
it was turning him on.  At first I thought I was supposed to answer.  I
lifted my head off his cock and started to say something but he pushed my
head right back down.  He didn't want anything from me but my mouth.  His
hands were on the back of my head the whole time after that, pushing gently
and never letting me pull too far off his fat penis.

   My mouth was getting tired though.  That was another thing I didn't
expect to happen.  My jaw started aching and as much as I was enjoying this
I was wondering how long until I could stop and take a rest.  My own body
was tremendously excited.  My nipples were burning inside my t-shirt and I
wanted to touch them so bad, but I didn't dare.  And my pussy was very wet,
my clit throbbing as I sucked this wonderful cock.  I wanted it inside me.
Right then I knew I wanted it, but I also knew I didn't want it in my
vagina.  I wanted it as if I really were a boy - in my ass, and that
thought got me even more excited.  I was moving my head up and down faster,
sucking harder, and hoping this would make him cum or at least get tired of
me.

   I think he was close anyway, probably not so much because of my new
found fellatio skills, but because he believed I was a young boy.  He was
moving my head up and down and lifting his butt slightly, fucking my mouth.
I just kept it open and let his swollen cock slide in and out over my
tongue until suddenly I was surprised by a half-dozen rapid spurts of semen
erupting into my mouth.  They came fast, like a flood, and his cock was
suddenly thrust deep into my mouth as he held my face to his body.  He was
cumming inside me and he wasn't going to let me stop him.  I had no choice
but to swallow, I couldn't breathe and I was gagging on his cock, blowing
sperm out the sides of my stretched mouth.

   I really did kind of panic.  I was trying to push away from him while he
held me, pumping his sperm into my mouth until finally he let up and I
pulled my mouth off his cum covered cock.  I swallowed again and it was
slimy and the strong, egg whitey taste of his cum stayed in my mouth.  I
didn't know if I liked it or not.  I licked around my mouth and then I
burped which seemed ludicrously funny at the time.  I laughed and so did
he.

   "Good, huh kid?" He said and then got up, tucking in his shirt and
zipping up as he left the theater and me in the dark.  I had his cum all
over the front of my shirt I realized as well as my hands and neck.  I'd
swallowed a lot, but I'd missed a lot too.  I sat down and tried to wipe
myself on the seats next to me, not caring about the mess I was leaving. 
It would be easy to say I was confused at that point.  I mean I was a 15
year old girl in a gay porno theater who had just sucked off a guy.  Even
to me, knowing the how's and why's, it sounds totally ridiculous, but it's
the truth I swear.  I cleaned myself up as best I could, slipped my t-shirt
off and wiped myself with it.  I wrapped my little flannel shirt around me
and hurried out of there, knowing that I'd be back.

   End rache696@yahoo.com
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