Chapter 1
I got a great job, right after I graduated from college. And while the job required that I
relocate from my hometown of Chicago to sweltering Houston, I was more than willing to
pack up and go. Too many of my fellow graduates were stuck working in the food service
industry while they waited for a dream job like the one I landed on my first try.
Would you like some fries with that Masters degree?
It was actually quite gratifying, as my dedication to computer sciences had made me into something of an academic superstar in my department, but it also left me a bit of a social misfit. In college, I didn’t have many friends, and even fewer girlfriends. Let’s face it, I was a skinny little dweeb, and most of the college women that I met were looking for someone more substantial than a socially maladjusted computer nerd.
They say that the college years are the best years of your life.
God, I hoped not.
Anyway, it was reassuring to learn that the guy who actually studied while in college would be the one to get hired first. And as for my lack of social ability, I vowed that it was all going to change when I started my new job. In one month, I would be 23, and I vowed to take Houston by storm; I would be a real ladies man with a prestigious job and a bank account to match.
I was going to start a brand new life and it was going to be great!
So I said goodbye to Mike Summers, my one good friend in Chicago. I promised that I’d write, and if anything opened up in Houston, I’d give him a call. I could tell he was jealous of my success, after all, he’d been up for the same job and I’d beaten him. But he smiled and wished me luck and then went back to flipping burgers.
I said farewell to my dad later that night and then loaded everything into my car and headed south. The company had given me a lot of money for moving expenses, but since I didn’t own anything of real value, I didn’t need to spend any of it.
Which meant that I hit the road flush with cash and flush with optimism for the first time in my life.
I was almost giddy with excitement, and I drove all the way to Kansas City on that first day. Even though I had the money, I decided to stay in a cheap motel that I saw on the interstate. I told myself that I would spend the extra money on something special later on.
I checked into the Comfort Lodge and even though the room was quite rundown, I immediately fell dead asleep on the grimy bed. Little did I know that it would be one of the last restful nights of my life.
I woke up at 1:00am, hungry as hell. I went to an all-night diner that I’d seen around the corner, and after I finished my burger, I decided to check out the noisy bar just down the street. What the hell, I thought, it’s a brand new me, and a brand new life. Who knows, I speculated, maybe I’d even get lucky tonight.
So I paid the cover charge and strutted inside. Boy was I blind. I had ordered and almost finished my first beer before I even noticed that I was sitting in a gay bar. I felt pretty stupid, but I decided to enjoy my beer no matter what the circumstances. After all, this was the first day of my new life.
So when a man dressed all in leather asked me to dance, I politely declined his offer, and enjoyed the surprising fact that I wasn’t freaking out over this foreign situation. Two more beers and a few more propositions and I decided to call it a night. But just as I was about to leave I spotted a drop-dead gorgeous woman entering the bar. Emboldened by alcohol, I decided to make a pass, even though I knew that a beautiful woman like her would never go for a guy like me.
Well, you all can guess that she was a prostitute, and since I had the money, she did in fact go for a guy like me. I didn’t realize that at the time, so I bought a few rounds of drinks, and quickly learned that her name was Danielle, and to my delight, she wanted to come back with me to my motel room.
My new life was turning out just as I had hoped it would.
Walking to my room, I finally realized that a night with Danielle was going to cost me. But it didn’t bother me at all. I had the money, and figured that sex was sex-- and I hadn’t had any in a long time. I paid her upfront, and had trouble constraining my excitement as we slowly went to my room.
No sooner had we entered than Danielle dropped to her knees and fished my cock out of my jeans. She started to play with my rock-hard shaft, and when she first licked my balls, I suddenly erupted all over her face. Now even in my somewhat alcohol-laden state, I knew that this was very premature, and I apologized. But Danielle smiled and told me that it was okay. She licked up my sticky mess and pushed me onto the bed where she quickly revived my flaccid penis with her expert mouth.
She seemed to swallow me whole, and I was amazed at her ability. It didn’t take long before I was ready to go again. This time however, Danielle gave me some suggestions on how we could make it last a little longer. Like an anxious schoolboy, I did everything that she told me to do, exactly as she told me to do it. It was wonderful, right up until I flipped her over and pulled down her panties. Now, once again, some of you might have guessed that Danielle was actually Dan, but honestly, I never saw it coming. And honestly, her tiny penis didn’t faze me at all. Perhaps it was the alcohol still lingering in my system, but all I knew was that a beautiful woman with fantastic legs, nice tits and a great ass was bent over my bed waiting for my throbbing cock to fill her up.
In fact, it only seemed to make me even more excited.
So I grabbed a condom and some lube and I plunged in ‘till I was balls-deep in her ass. It was fantastic! Now I obviously don’t have a lot of experience with women to compare it to, but sex with Danielle was the best sex I could ever remember. And I told her so through clenched teeth as I shot a load deep into her with such force that it left me weak in the knees.
Danielle smiled, and said that I was sweet. We fondled each other for a while until I regained my senses, and then Danielle said that she had another fun idea if I was still interested. Well, of course I was! Which is how I found myself at 3:00am on the first night of my new life bent over on all fours while a beautiful shemale gently took me from behind. Once again, it was incredible. Danielle’s cock wasn’t very big, but boy did she know how to use it. In and out, in and out, she must have fucked me for a half an hour before pulling out and demanding that I open my mouth. I quickly obeyed, and Danielle shot her load all across my face and down my throat.
I was in bliss and so was Danielle. Now I know that you’re not supposed to kiss prostitutes, but I couldn’t help myself. As she licked the remaining cum from my face, I suddenly kissed Danielle long and hard.
At first she was surprised, but eventually she caved in to my desires. We made out for a while, and as things heated up, I kissed my way south and soon found myself with my mouth full of Danielle’s cock.
Thanks to hormones, Danielle wasn’t very big, and so I found that I was able to easily take her entire shaft down my throat. Her tiny balls soon followed into my mouth, and after about fifteen minutes of doing my best imitation of a porn star, Danielle shot a second load of cum down my waiting throat.
I fucked Danielle once more before the sun came up, and by this time I was head-over-heels in love. I think that she could see it on my face as I asked her if she ever came down to Houston? Danielle just smiled and sweetly explained that her business was in Kansas City, but that I always knew where to find her if I passed this way again.
"Besides," she said. "Houston’s a big city. There’s ‘lots of special girls waiting for you there." I smiled the best I could, and thanked her for the support, but said that I doubted if I’d ever meet anybody like her again. "You brought feelings out in me that I didn’t even know existed," I sincerely told her as I gave her a goodbye kiss and a big tip and showed her to the door.
After a quick nap, I was sad when I finally checked out of the motel, but brightened considerably when I found Danielle waiting in my car with a sly grin on her face. She told me that she had heard of a place in Houston that could help start my new life off with a bang. How could I resist? So I took her back to the bar and drove around back to wait for her to make a few calls.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I was getting quite horny thinking about what Danielle had planned for me. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, and was about to unzip my pants when a large bald man suddenly exited the bar and came striding over to my car. He banged on the window, which I slowly lowered.
"You Danielle’s friend?" he asked gruffly. I gulped out a yes and he told me to step out of the car. He didn’t say anything else; he just looked me up and down and had me turn around. Even with all my clothes on, I felt completely naked. I didn’t know what was going on, and I would have jumped in my car if I didn’t suspect that the man would beat me up just for wasting his time.
"Whatever." he suddenly sneered and then turned on his heel and went back into the bar leaving me shaking like a leaf in the back lot.
I jumped in my car and locked the doors, my heart pounding in my chest. But then Danielle came out of the bar with a sexy smile on her face. My God, did she look hot as she sauntered over to the car. I quickly forgot my fear and almost came in my pants just watching her walk. Eventually she opened the door, bent down and dragged me into the parking lot with a wonderful kiss. She deftly unbuckled my pants and as we stood making out in the parking lot of a gay bar, I thought I was ready for anything, but she surprised me by slowly working a massive butt plug into my ass. "This is to remind you of me during your long drive," she said. And then she handed me an envelope with a Houston address on it. "And this is to help you when you get to Houston."
Then she abruptly pulled away and sashayed back into the bar.
I stood there in the parking lot with my pants down around my ankles, my ass full of plastic and my cock jutting straight out. This new life of mine wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting, but I wasn’t complaining either.
Suddenly, something snapped in me and I jumped into my car and headed off to Houston. On the freeway, I slid out of my pants and drove the whole way non-stop with my bare ass on the seat and the butt plug keeping me constantly erect. I masturbated several times during my journey, but I didn’t stop to clean up. I licked up my cum without slowing down or even pulling the plug from my ass. Yes, it was starting to hurt a lot, but I couldn’t wait to find out what was waiting for me in Houston.
Two days later I found myself outside of the Terrace View Apartment Complex, and I somehow knew deep inside that I had found my new home
—and my new life.
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