The Terrace View Apartments               by: Sean McBride

 

Chapter 2 - "Earl"

The Terrace View Apartment complex was an impressive site, to say the least. It filled up two entire blocks on the far-west side of town. I actually passed right by it at first; thinking that it was a fancy hotel because of the ornate architecture arrogantly rising over the privacy fences that surrounded the compound.

There were only two entrances to the apartments, and both of them were gated with guards standing nearby to greet the BMWs, Porches and Jaguars that slid effortlessly past. I knew that my beat up Mustang just wasn’t going to pass muster here, so I drove around and tried to find a parking spot on the street. There were "No Parking" signs everywhere in this exclusive part of town, and the first legal place was about seven blocks away in the parking lot of a stripmall on a main boulevard.

I decided to park behind the stores where my car might not be seen in case I was gone for a while. I found a spot and was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes when I noticed a garishly lit sign advertising a strip club called "Sweet Surprises."

Now I must have been getting smarter in this new life of mine, because I intuitively guessed that the "surprise" in the title was of the same type that Danielle had surprised me with just two nights earlier. (Okay, I’ll admit that a suggestive neon sign and a man dressed in drag who walked past me also helped me unlock the riddle).

The point is that despite having only caught a catnap or two during the past few days, I was suddenly wide awake, and my groin pulsed with the anticipation of an entire bar full of shemales and transvestites looking and acting just like Danielle.

Ah, Danielle… My cock gave a little twitch of remembrance and I mentally thanked her for leading me to this new place in town.

"See," I told myself, "my new life really will be great!"

It was time to seize the day by the balls; so taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and willed myself toward the door. I was met by a very tall cowgirl with enormous hands. She was nice enough as I paid the cover charge, but she wasn’t very feminine at all.

I thought that would be a disappointment, but actually, the transvestite was something of a relief to my psyche, because I wasn’t attracted to "her" at all. Truth be told, I had been excited but also conflicted after my night with Danielle. I loved being with a sexy shemale, and had quite enjoyed sucking on "her" cock, but I certainly didn’t see myself as a gay man. By not being attracted to this cowboy in a frilly dress, I was reassuring myself that I was still a straight man at heart.

I entered and sat and ordered a beer from the waitress named Bob who sashayed over to take my order. I watched the show, and to my delight, it was actually pretty good. The woman on stage (the deejay told us that her name was Candy) certainly had an incredible body—even though the bone structure in her face told me that she wasn’t born with that particular body. Nevertheless, I’ll be the first to admit that most men would never get their eyes up to her face. From the neck down, this woman had a body that a porn star would envy; and she certainly knew how to use it.

As I sat watching Candy and the two dancers that followed, my eyes eventually glazed over and I slowly sunk into a sex-filled daydream. It was probably due to my lack of sleep, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by a vivid image of me dancing half-naked for a room full of horny men. In my dream, I was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, with a body that put Candy’s to shame. Instead of "Sweet Surprises," I was dancing in an exclusive strip club filled with wealthy men. One thing I knew for certain: none of the men in the audience had any idea about the secret that I kept tucked away in my gold sequined panties.

In my dream state, I shimmied up on the stage, shaking my ample tits and ass at each and every man who flashed money in my direction. They didn’t actually need any money though, as the thrill of my sexual affect upon these men was more than enough payment for me. Instinctively, I knew that the whole room was erect thinking that I was the sexiest woman they had ever seen. They all wanted to fuck me; and that was just how I wanted them to feel.

I danced until I had stripped down to just my panties and high heels. Obviously, I couldn’t go any farther, so I ended my set and blew the audience a sexy kiss. I almost ran from the stage, anxious to get back to the dressing room so that I could relieve the hardness straining in my tight little panties.

And then I head a bell ring somewhere out in the dark.

Everyone suddenly stopped talking, and I noticed that my mouth inexplicably started to water. Something possessed me, and I desperately began searching the room. "Who rang the bell," I implored, but the men in the audience just laughed and groped my tits and pinched my ass as I looked for the bell that, for some reason, held the key to my happiness.

The bell rang again off in the distance, and I just had to find it! "Is it in here?" I cried as I shoved my hands down into a stranger’s underwear, feeling around for a bell but finding only a sticky penis. I searched several men in this manner, but to no relief. Out of the dark, somebody suggested that perhaps it was in the garbage can, and I dove right in, much to the delight of the laughing crowd.

It didn’t make any sense, this obsession with the bell, but I continued my desperate search. I dragged myself before complete strangers and promised to do anything for them if they would just help me locate the bell! They all just laughed and made lewd comments. Finally, when I could take no more, I sat down and started to cry. A man stepped forward and handed me his handkerchief. "Don’t worry, Honey," he explained. "You’ll get it soon enough."

And then, to my relief, the bell rang right behind me.

I quickly turned around just as a spotlight lit up a cruel-looking man sitting on a plush chair. His pants were down around his ankles, and his cock was jutting proudly skyward. If I had an enormous cock like his, I’d be jutting proudly too—in fact, I was already jutting in my panties.

Standing next to the man in the chair was young man who had been shaved from head to toe. He had big black words like "cum slut," "little pussy" and "ass slave" tattooed in several spots across his body. But I mostly noticed that he had a tiny golden bell attached to a ring that ran right through the head of his penis.

The cruel man in the chair smiled at me, and then viciously yanked down on the cum slut’s testicles. The bell rang and I immediately stepped forward and sank to my knees in front of the cruel man’s giant cock. All eyes in the room were on me as I leaned forward and immediately began to swallow his penis to the hilt in long, slow strokes. I was in no hurry, as I knew (hoped) that I’d be on my knees all night long.

It was like being underwater, I could hear people talking around me, but it was difficult to make out what they were saying. I heard something about me having been hypnotized to crave cock whenever I heard a bell ring. But that was utter nonsense. I craved cock because a pounding dick filling my mouth just made me feel complete.

Hypnosis my ass!

The bell rang again, and this time my sphincter quivered. I felt somebody step forward and pull my golden panties to the side. My tiny penis popped free and the crowd gasped in disbelief. But the cruel man soon quieted the crowd. "Don’t worry about that little thing," he said. "It won’t get in the way. That’s why I haven’t removed it yet."

The whole room laughed. Then the bell rang again and with one mighty lunge, the anonymous man behind me shoved his member into my rear passage and began ruthlessly fucking me. I must say that it felt exquisite, but I couldn’t moan in pleasure as I had my mouth full at the time. This went on for quite some time, and I only broke my concentration from my oral duties when I felt an intense pain piercing my penis head. I then felt a substantial weight dragging my cock down, and I happily knew that I now had my own bell to ring.

As I was pierced, the man behind me grunted and shot his load of cum deep inside me. He popped out, wiped himself off on my ass and then rang my bell by yanking sharply down on my testicles. At the sound, another man quickly took his place fucking me from behind.

The second man was a little bigger and a little quicker. He fucked me a little harder and then my bell rang a little sooner. That would be the pattern all night long—with bigger and more forceful men slamming into me while I continued to languidly suck on the cock in front of me. Each time they filled me with their orgasm, my bell would ring and I would get a little hornier.

In my daydream, the bell seemed to ring non-stop.

It was a powerful dream, and I must have moaned out loud, because when my eyes fluttered open, I found that I was unconciencely stroking myself through my pants and Bob, my waitress was staring directly at me.

Embarrassed, I ordered another drink and turned away to watch the show.

But I couldn’t concentrate on the dancer. She was all right, but not nearly as sexy as I had been just a few moments earlier. And that bothered me a bit. When I entered "Sweet Surprises," I had hoped to perhaps meet somebody like Danielle. Here I was fantasizing about becoming somebody like Danielle.

Sure, I was looking for a new life, but not like that!

"Mind if I join you?" a tall man in an expensive suit woke me from my thoughts and then sat down at the table without waiting for an answer. "Looks like we’re the only ‘men’ in the place." he said and then grinned wide at his little joke.

"Name’s Earl" he added and vigorously shook my hand as I cautiously introduced myself. I was a little wary at first, but Earl quickly put me at ease with his boisterous charm and easygoing personality. Within a few minutes, Earl was treating me like we were the very best of friends, out for a night on the town. We ogled the dancers (I liked Candy but Earl was partial to Darlene), pounded down a few brews and swapped a few dirty jokes. We talked for hours, and when I mentioned that I was new to Houston, Earl suddenly stood and announced that he was going to take me on the tour.

I tried to decline, explaining that I hadn’t slept for a few days, but Earl was not to be refused. And quite honestly, I didn’t really want to refuse. I’d never had many friends in my past, and here was a guy who might very well prove to be my first real friend in this new life I was beginning.

So we paid our bill and over-tipped Bob the waitress because she hadn’t objected too strenuously each time that Earl pinched her ass. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it, so I gave her a quick squeeze myself as we headed out the door.

Earl chauffered me in his BMW convertible as he showed me the major sights around town. Then the tour progressed to items that wouldn’t be in any city-sanctioned brochure. I wished that I had a piece of paper to jot the addresses down, as Earl showed me one sexually charged location after another.

Earl showed me the massage parlors where I could get "a little something extra" by simply demanding that a "body massage" included my genitals as well. He showed me the many adult novelty stores, the best cabarets and the hottest nightclubs where crossdressers, drag queens and bondage freaks ventured out for an evening’s adventure.

Earl even showed me the all-night video store where the owner kept his wife locked up in a bathroom closet. There was a hole drilled into the last stall wall, and if you stuck your dick inside you would meet the wife’s waiting lips. But she wasn’t really there to give blowjobs, but rather got off on the idea of being a human urinal.

I got off on that idea too, and was still thinking about it when we pulled up next to a group of scantily clad women. Obviously prostitutes, one of them walked straight over to Earl and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Her name was Janine, and no sooner were we introduced than she walked around the car and gave me a big kiss. "Any friend of Earl’s…" she said.

But Earl wasn’t interested in Janine tonight, even though he continuously ran his hands along the inside of her thighs as they talked. Instead, Earl was looking for the Davis triplets, saying that he wanted to welcome me to Houston in a special way. Janine smiled and said "lucky boy" before jotting down an address on Earl’s outstretched hand.

Janine blew us both a kiss. I can’t begin to tell you the scenarios that filled my imagination as we headed off into the night looking for the Davis triplets.

Along the way, Earl continued playing tour guide, showing me a fetish club where a tall blonde dominatrix and her two overly muscled slaves stood guard outside the door. We drove by a gym with a special workout area in the back. He laughed as he explained that slaves were often hooked up the treadmill by their nipples and left to run for hours. When they were at the point of collapse, they would suddenly be dragged into the shower where a makeshift orgy would commence immediately. He showed me a rubber club and a abandoned ranch that was filled with pony-girls each weekend. I didn’t even know what a pony-girl was, and Earl laughed at my naivette.

And then, to my surprise, we drove right up to the Terrace View Apartments.

"Saved the best for last," Earl said and I couldn’t help but noticing that this was the only tour stop that got him aroused. "This place is very exclusive, but they’ve got it staffed with nothing but sex slaves." Earl shifted in his seat before he said "The triplets are inside."

And then a far off look crept into Earl’s eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly continued. "There’s a lot of shemales in there too, although you’d never know it from looking at them. Looks more like the Miss America pageant, except all the contestants have tiny little dicks and the talent portion of the show would not be appropriate for TV!"

Earl laughed to himself, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. We sat in silence on the street for several minutes as Earl’s mind raced though unspoken fantasies. He looked just like I must have looked when I was daydreaming in the strip club, and I wondered if Earl deep down, secretly wanted to become Earline so that he could work at Terrace View.

After a while, a huge security guard noticed us loitering out on the street. He glared up at us from his booth. Earl nodded in submission and put the car into gear.

. What was it about the Terrace View Apartments that so enthralled Earl? I was amazed, especially since this was obviously a guy who had no trouble finding sex in any flavor he desired. I pondered the question as we drove through the Texas night without saying a word. After a while, it was getting awkward, so I decided to break the silence with a little bravado.

Adopting my most macho voice, I bragged that a little slut in Kansas City had told me all about the Terrace View Apartments. She’d even given me a letter so that I could get in.

Earl looked at me oddly as I promised him with false confidence that after I moved in, I would invite him over and we would see if all the rumors were true. Quickly cocking an eyebrow, he questioned me about my letter. I explained all about Danielle, and how she had arranged for me to get an apartment at the Terrace View complex.

I felt like a real stud, but Earl’s mind was still strangely preoccupied elsewhere. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Earl forced a smile and said that the Davis triplets would have to wait. Not to worry though, I would meet them soon enough. Earl then told me to get in the backseat as he dialed a number and ordered some takeout from a local restaurant.

I told him that I wasn’t hungry at all, but Earl just laughed and said that it wasn’t that kind of takeout. Remember that I was very tired, so it took me a while to figured out what was really going on. I finally got it when we pulled into the alley behind Sweet Surprises. Earl had just enough time to get the top up on his car when two transvestites minced over and got in the car. To my dismay, the ugliest one got in the backseat with me.

"Buckle up!’ Earl said, and the "girls" laughed and immediately bent over as we peeled out of the alley. I didn’t have a chance to protest, as within seconds the two transvestites had unzipped us and freed our cocks. Now admittedly I was very much aware that it was a man who was fondling me as we sped along the highway, so I wasn’t very aroused.

At first.

This guy had obviously had quite a bit of practice, and I found myself quickly forgetting my objections when his piping hot mouth engulfed my now hardening cock. It only took a few moments before the lights along the freeway started to blur and I erupted with a powerful orgasm.

The transvestite never took his mouth off my crotch. Swallowing every drop, he continued to slurp on my deflated penis, trying to coax me back to hardness.

Unfortunately, I was too exhausted to comply. Undaunted, the guy simply changed his focus and began bathing my testicles and anus with his talented tongue. It was very relaxing, something like a baby sucking on a pacifier, and I fell fast asleep to rhythmic feel and sounds and smells coming up from my now satisfied groin.

I fell asleep once again convinced that this new life of mine was going to be off the charts!

 

 

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