NOTE: I've been thinking about writing erotic stories. This is my first attempt at one. More to cum... hehe.
Mark was so fucking tired of high school. He was 17, and had gotten all his prerequisites out of the way, so he was good to graduate, and really didn't give a shit whether he attended another day of classes in his goddamn life.
And in was in this vein of thinking, that he decided to play hooky one Tuesday. He usually walked to school, so taking a different route and doing whatever the hell he wanted was easy to do. He was just hoping those pricks and bitches as teachers wouldn't report his absences to his mom.
He wondered in a straight line, heading nowhere in particular, and eventually made his way out of town. He was on some godforsaken back road, where no one seemed to live. It was heavily wooded for what seemed to be miles. And it was this solitude that caused him to be startled, when a voice called out to him.
"Hey, kid!"
He turned and saw a rather ripped looking dude, who was probably in his thirties. He looked ridiculously athletic, and had short, brown hair. He was off the road a ways, and standing between two trees near what used to be a driveway, but grass and time had faded the tire tracks.
"What are you doing out here?" the dude asked.
"None your fucking biznatch, faggot."
The dude chuckled. "Come here, let me show you something."
The dude headed back up the old drive, and into the trees. Mark decided to follow him, and see what was up, since he had nothing better to do. But he had a switchblade in his coat pocket, should the queer get any ideas. They walked about thirty yards to an old, abandoned farm house. Looked like a one-room house, but in reality there were three really small rooms inside. It was looking rough, but surprisingly it didn't smell too bad.
The dude took him to a door, which looked like the entrance to the closet, and said, "Give it a try."
Mark tried, it was locked.
The dude smiled, took a key from his denim pocket and quickly unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped back, letting Mark get a look inside. There was a staircase, a new staircase. It had not been there during the original construction of the homestead.
"Okay, what?"
"Go in, if you're not afraid."
"Fuck you."
Mark started down the stairs, and noticed the walls seemed of a hard steel. At the bottom, there was a heavy, steel door. It was locked as well. The dude locked the old door at the top from the inside, and the backside of it was steel as well. He came down the stairs, jingling the keys. He unlocked the heavy door, and opened it. As soon as there was a crack in the door, he heard loud, thumping techno music. He stepped through the door, and smelled smoke... and sex.
It was some sort of stripclub, or something. There were dancers all over the place, and patrons getting lap dances and throwing their money on the stages. He saw pussy, tits, and even penis. There was a little bit of everything for everyone. It didn't shock him, until he realized there were some people that were engaging in sex. Some were fucking, some were eating. He followed closely behind the dude, as they made their way across the place. They passed by a little "private" area behind a see-through curtain. He saw two girls, and stopped to peek. Turned out it was one girl, and a shemale. He couldn't believe his eyes. He'd never seen a dick on a girl before, and watched. To his surprise, his penis began to harden, and he felt he was getting turned on. He had always considered himself a heterosexual, and yet...
He went to rub his cock, but felt a hand instead. The dude had come up behind him, and unzipped his pants. He reached in through his boxers, gripped his dick and pulled it out through the open zipper. He began to stroke it gently, and Mark could feel it getting harder. The dude pulled close up against him, and he could feel the dude had a huge penis, and it was erect in his jeans. He could feel it throbbing against his ass.
"Come with me." The dude whispered in his ear.
They went to the back of the club, and went down a long hallway, with lots of doors. These were the "private rooms." The higher paying customers paid for privacy. The dude opened the third door from the last, and let Mark in. Mark walked a few steps in to the room, then turned and saw the dude leaning against the door. He hadn't noticed before, but he wore a button-up shirt that was completely open. He had a six-pack unlike any he'd seen. Before the dude could say anything, Mark took his shirt off, and lunged on the dude. He rubbed his crotch against his, and pulled his shirt over his shoulders and let it drop. He fell to his knees, and pulled the dude's pants down just low enough to get to his enormous cock. He began sucking instantly.
"Yeah, that's it." The dude moaned. "Suck it, you bitch."
Mark got all the more turned on when he was called bitch. He liked this new type of sex. He was the bitch, and he was sucking cock. He liked being dominated.
In and out, in and out. These were new motions to him, he'd never had a penis in his mouth before, but he loved the taste. And the feel of the throbbing.
"That's it, bitch."
He reached around the dude, groping his butt cheeks, they muscles were so toned he could barely squeeze them.
"Make me cum, bitch."
Being his first time, Mark had never swallowed, and didn't think he could. So he went as long as he could, and finally he could feel him start to cum...
"Yes, oh, god... shit... fuck, bitch."
Mark pulled back, and the dude seemed to understand. He grabbed his penis and finished the job with his own hand. He shot semen all over Mark's chest, and it slowly dripped down. Mark was petite, and had no hair to speak of on his chest. His shoulders had not yet broadened, nor his hips. Though, he'd never thought of it before, he had a sort of feminine quality about him. He only weighed 120 pounds, and had short, dark hair.
"God bitch..." the dude slid down to the floor, his penis dripping. "How'd you like to work for me?"
"Sucking your dick?"
He chuckled. "No, as a performer, like the ones we saw out there."
Mark thought for a moment how he could make this work, and it would work, until someone reported him missing from school. But then again, his school was one of the worst in the state, and one missing delinquent might help their statistics. He might not be missed after all.
"I'll do it. But I want to cross-dress."
"It'll suit you well to cross-dress, you've got the body for it."
"When can I start?"
He chuckled again.
