Slut Tails - the Adventures of Pussi

"What happened to you?" Jessica asked when I finally arrived at her house. "I was starting to get worried!"

"Um, well I might have met a guy on the way here."

"Oooooooo, well give me details!" She said, sounding excited. But as I told the story, she began to get angry. By the time I was done, she was very upset.

"What?" I asked, feeling a little angry myself. She seemed to be judging me, something she had never done before.

"What? Are you crazy? Meeting some strange guy in a bathroom and getting in a truck with him? Then letting him fuck you?"

"What's wrong with that?" I asked. "How many guys have fucked you since you've been here?"

"Kyle, that's different. I didn't meet them at a rest stop. Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yeah, I know." I stuttered. "But fuck, I have really missed being with a guy. I had a chance and I took it."

"Kyle, listen to me." She said with concern. "Hooking up with guys can be dangerous. Girls have to be careful. You're basically acting like a girl, so you need to be careful. You are pretty naive, and there's a lot of things you need to learn."

"Ok Mom." I said sarcastically.

"I'm not trying to be your Mom, Kyle. I just love you, and want you to stay safe.

"Yeah, I know." I said softly.

"Well anyway, let's get ready to go. You look like a mess!" She said, dropping it. I went to the bathroom and fixed myself up. My facial had smeared my eyeliner, and I looked like a clown. I redid my face, fixed my hair, and went back into the living room.

"Look, I'm sorry I got mad." I said, giving her a hug. "I'll be more careful.

She gave me a kiss, and then looked at me with her beautiful green eyes. "I just couldn't handle anything happening to you." Her gaze gave me butterflies. She was absolutely beautiful, with her black hair, perfect pale skin and bright red lips. She was the epitome of a hot goth girl, and wore a very short black skirt with fishnets, and a corset for a top, which showed her cleavage off nicely. We had been each others first, and continued to have sex with each other on occasion. We really did love each other, but never committed to a relationship. We both wanted to be free, to explore our sexuality. She was very bisexual, and of course so was I.

She drove us to the bar that was hosting the show, and after a bouncer drew a big X on my hand to show I was underage, we were inside. I was mesmerized by the queens, they all looked so beautiful and glamorous. I really wanted to do this myself, and hoped on day I would be able to. I knew it involved much more than just dressing like a woman, and hoped someone would eventually teach me the art. We walked through the crowd, looking for a table, when I heard a high pitched voice scream "Jessica!" I looked around and saw one of the queens running towards us. Jessica screamed, and held out her arms, and gave the queen a huge hug.

"Jessica, I'm so glad you could make it!" The queen said. She had huge platinum blonde hair, and wore a sequined gold dress that hugged every curve. Her face was covered in wild makeup, and she was well over six foot tall in her stiletto heels.

"Kyle, this is my good friend Katie Kumms." Jessica said introducing us. Katie looked me over, licking her bright red lips.

"Yummm very nice!" She said in an exaggerated voice. "So will you share this cutie?" I felt myself blush.

"Stop, be nice!" Jessica laughed. "You just met him and you are already being nasty!"

"Oh honey, relax." Katie said, giving me a wink. "He is very cute, but pretty sissy boys just aren't my thing. I like lumberjacks and football players! Besides, something tells me he likes the same things I do!" Jessica laughed, and I blushed some more. "Come on sisters, sit with me!" Katie said, taking both of our hands and leading us to a booth. She let Jessica go first, then she sat down and I sat beside her.

"This is great!" I said, taking it all in.

"Have you ever been to a drag show before?" Katie asked.

"No, never." I replied. "I've always wanted to though. I want to do drag."

"Oh do you?" Katie said with a smile. "Well baby, you'll have to hit me up. I can make you fierce!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, you have great features all ready. I'll have to teach you make-up though!" She said with a laugh.

"He needs to learn more than that." Jessica said with a smirk. I gave her a dirty look while she told Katie about my adventure at the rest stop.

"Well honey, things are different for gay men." Katie explained to Jessica. "That's how some men meet. They cruise. Rest stops are usually popular spots, and parks as well. So many are in the closet, or don't live where there is a gay community, so that's how they meet. And of course lot's of guys just want a hookup and easy sex. They don't want the hassle of dating and bars. Or they don't want to be seen in a bar. There's really nothing wrong with it, although yes, it can be very dangerous. Especially for young guys."

"I get that. I just worry. He has a hard enough time living in our redneck town."

"She's right honey." Katie said, turning to me. "I understand you have needs, but cruising can be very dangerous. I have some stories I could tell you. Please be careful, and use protection."

"We did." I said.

A little later, Jessica got up to use the rest room, and Katie looked at me with a smile. "A black truck driver huh?" I nodded. "Very nice! Did he have a huge cock?" I smiled, and nodded again. "Mmmmmm sister, you are a lucky bitch!"

"Yeah it was fun!" I said.

"But really baby, do be careful." She said, all of a sudden sounding masculine. "I'm not going to tell you not to cruise or hookup, because I do it too. But be very careful. Most men are good, but some will see you as prey."

"I'll be careful." I assured her. She gave me her phone number and told me I could call her anytime, and that she would love to help me get into drag.

Saturday, Jessica had to work, so I went home, back to my hick town and boring life. I had gotten a job at one of the manufacturing plants, cleaning the offices and bathrooms. It was a shitty job, but I didn't have many choices, being eighteen and unskilled. It did pay fairly decently, and I was trying to save money to eventually move in with Jessica.

One day, a few weeks after my encounter with James, and my wild night at the drag show, I had just gotten off work and stopped by the convenience store to get some cigarettes and rolling papers. The guy in front of me was buying a thirty pack of beer, and a girly magazine. He was pretty cute, kind of a cowboy, wearing dirty tight Wranglers, a plaid shirt and a ball cap. He had a tall, slim build and looked to be about thirty. For a split second I thought about him jerking off to the girls in that magazine, and wished I could help him out. He was too cute to be jerking off, I thought. He should let me suck his cock.

"I can help whoever's next!" The second cashier said. I snapped out of my fantasy, and stepped to the counter.

"Uh, a pack of Marlboro reds and some Zig Zags." I said, noticing the hot guy looking at me as he walked to the door. After I paid, I walked to my car and noticed him standing beside a truck. He motioned for me to come over.

"Hey man." He said, looking around nervously. "You have any weed for sale?"

"Sorry." I said abruptly, turning quickly to walk off.

"Come on man. Hey, I'm not a cop. I'm just in town working, and I saw you buying papers. Thought you might have some. Or be able to get me some."

"Nope, sorry."

"Hey, I'll give you fifty and you keep twenty. How's that?"

I looked him over suspiciously, but he seemed safe enough. Damn he was hot, I thought, looking at his stubble beard and blue eyes. "Ok." I said, giving in. "But it will take me a while."

"Cool." He said, slipping me a fifty. "I appreciate it. I'll be in room eighteen at the Budget Inn. Don't fucking burn me."

"I won't." I said.

I went home to change out of my work clothes. I didn't really think he was interested in me, but wanted to look cute when I saw him again. I didn't get too flamboyant, just tight jeans and a t shirt. Then I went and scored his weed, the drove to the motel.

He opened the door shortly after I knocked, wearing only a pair of shorts. His torso was ripped with muscle, and his veins showed under his tan skin. For a second, I simply stared at him.. His tight lean body was simply amazing. He smiled, noticing me checking him out, then closed the door behind me.

"Did you get it?" He asked anxiously.

"Yeah." I said, handing him his bag. I noticed the magazine on the bed, and a bottle of lube on the nightstand.

"Awesome!" He said. "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

He handed me one, and I sat down on a chair, sipping my beer and watching him pack a bowl. He lit it, took a puff, then handed it to me. I took a hit, then handed it back.

"Damn, that's pretty good!" He said after he exhaled.

"Yeah, my guy has good shit."

"Hell yeah!" He said smiling, reaching for his beer can. He saw me looking at the lube, and laughed. "Oops. Sorry, you caught me in the middle of something."

"Oh that's ok!" I said, smiling at him. "You know, I could give you a hand with that." I couldn't believe what I had just said. The weed had relaxed my brain, and it just slipped out.

"What? Give me a hand with what?" He said, looking shocked.

"I could give you a hand with your cock." I said slowly. No turning back now. He just sat there, staring at me, with a dumb look on his face. So, feeling bold, I decided to make a move. I got on my knees in front of him, and rubbed the front of his shorts, and felt him get hard instantly. "Someone as hot as you shouldn't have to jerk off." I said, looking up at him.

"Hey, I ain't no fag!" He protested, but he didn't sound very angry.

"I know you're not. But I am!" He was now rock hard, and throbbing. I gave his shorts a tug, and he moved so they would slip off. His dick stood fully erect, right in front of my face. It was a beautiful cock, around six and a half inches long, not horribly thick, but with a nice curve to it and a perfect purple helmet head that I teased with my tongue, while I looked up at him.

"Damn!" He gasped. "Shit! Um, hey man, I'm not going to suck your dick or anything you know.

"I know that." I replied, then took him down my throat, until my nose was in his pubic hair. I could taste the lube he had been jerking off with, and his tool throbbed in my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down, going slow, enjoying myself.

"Damn that feels good!" He moaned. I moved down, and slurped all over his balls. "Oh My God!" He cried, as I licked them all over. Then I put one in my mouth and sucked on it. "Shhhit!" That feels so fucking good! Oh my God!"

"Never had your balls licked before?" I asked, looking up at him.

"No, nobody has ever done that!" I smiled, then got back to business. I licked and sucked his balls some more, then returned to his dick. I moved my head up and down, going a little faster, then speed up some more, taking him all the way down my throat. "Oh shit I'm about to cum!" He moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I felt a blast of his hot, salty sperm shoot down my throat. "Oh damn!" He sighed, relaxing his body.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Fuck!" Was all he could say. He looked confused.

"I take that as a yes!" I said, smiling proudly.

"I have to say, that was the best blowjob I've ever had." He said, chuckling. "Fuck!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Fuck yeah!" He said.

"Mmmmm well, you should fuck me sometime." I said, feeling a bit cocky. "I'm told my ass is really tight."

His jaw dropped, and he just stared at me. "Damn, really?"

"If you want to." I said, writing down my number for him. "Hit me up if you want it. I'll even dress like a girl for you."

"Wow." Was all he could manage to say.

"Well I better go. Hope to see you again." I said, then let myself out of his room. I couldn't believe I had just done that.