In the year after my eighteenth birthday I had had few mundane sexual experiences with a couple girls I'd dated, though nothing major.
I had also been in a couple of experimental encounters with friends. Just normal jerking each other.
Wanting more my thoughts turned to fantasy.
My nastiest sexual fantasies were a mix of what I thought could possibly happen and what I hoped could happen.
I worked with a guy who was openly gay. He was the only gay person I knew, so naturally I thought he might be instrumental in helping me make a fantasy real.
Still young compared to this twenty-four year old, and still naive I approached him with the knowledge that I was no longer jail-bait.
He was known for throwing extravagant dinner parties, so in my fantasy, at the next all gay dinner party he threw, I would be there playing a special kinky role.
After getting his agreement to the general idea I described it to him thus: "I could be dressed in a French maids uniform and be stationed in the bathroom. When someone wants to use the facilities I would be there to help out. Maybe just hold their penis while they pee. Maybe more. I imagine a basket on the commode with condoms in it and for tips."
My friend John agreed readily to what he called my "twisted little idea" though he said it with an air of approval because he didn't care about morality or any such stuff.
He got in touch with me a few weeks later to confirm that the party was on and it was all set up. He was even going to get the sexy costume. I just needed to show up early to get dressed.
On the big day I was there nibbling on a few appetizers, including penis shaped petit fours, when the doorbell rang for the first time of the evening. The jitters in my tummy turned to a full on swarm of butterflies. John said simply, "OK Sissy, It's time for you to take your place."
It was only about ten minutes later that the first party guest entered the small cramped bathroom where I had been checking the time impatiently.
He was holding a drink for me in one hand and a little card in the other. He was already talking as he opened the door, "This here card says there is a favor to be had in here." The man appeared to be about forty, portly, with a gray beard and balding on top. In no way was he my idea of attractive. I had thought all of John's friends would be his age.
On the other hand I was only really attracted to girls anyway, except for men's cocks. So could it really matter much about the other details? I wondered what his cock would be like.
Playing my perverted role I greeted the stranger, "Hello, Sir. Yes, there are favors here. How can I help you?"
"Hello yourself, Sweetie. I like the uniform, and the fishnet stockings look great on you. Let me see, give us a spin."
I spun around so my skirt would flair but since I had never worn heels before I fell over right into his arms. He caught me, "Woah there Filly, I like, but right now I gotta drain the main vein."
"Ok Sir. I can help with that." I reached for his zipper. "We aim to make your bathroom experience as pleasurable as possible." After pulling down his zipper - an awkward first for me - I had to decide if I should fish his cock out through his fly or unbutton and lower his pants.
I attempted to fish it out. Reaching in I was pleased to feel a sizable man meat in there under his underwear. Sadly, I had no idea how to get it through the fly of the underwear. I felt around but couldn't find a way.
Putting his hand on the small of my back he stroked me there saying, "Darlin' the uh service is real nice but I gotta go bad." He pulled out a thick dick and pointed it at the bowl. For my part I stood half behind him and half to the side, with my left hand on his shoulder and my right on his dick. I held it and continued aiming for the bowl.
This was the first time I had held a real man's dick and I was not disappointed. It was thick like his body and warm to the touch, something that should have been obvious but surprised me.
When he pissed I could actually feel the liquid coursing through the fleshy tube. Mine must feel the same but I guess I take the feel of it for granted.
He put his hands on his hips letting me take over completely. It was harder than one might think, like controlling a steering wheel on a car from the passenger seat. The stream was fast and solid and made quite a sputtering sound as it hit the porcelain.
In contrast to the exciting sensations of feeling new warped things, the acrid smell wasn't pleasant at all.
When he finished he told me not to forget to give it a shake. Of course, I did. Grabbing a tiny wad of toilet paper I wiped off the tip and threw it into the toilet. Remembering that I was dressed as a slutty maid whose purpose was to serve, I sat on the toilet and said, "Let's get this bad boy 'home' now." I said it in my most seductive voice so he would truly put it home in my mouth.
"Absolutely, Sweetie. Thanks for the fantastic assistance." With that he tucked it away, dropped ten dollars in the basket, then patting me on the head he said, "I'm Frank. I hope you remember me." He turned and left. I was disappointed. My first chance to suck a cock, a nice one at that, and I bombed out. What had I done wrong? I pretty much knew I wasn't passable but this was a gay man.
As Frank left another man squeezed in at the same time. He handed me a shot and said, "A gift from John; It's called a blowjob." The second guy told me how to drink it with no hands. He picked me up off the toilet seat and moved me over into the corner. He was pretty strong and had no difficulty moving me around at all. His name was Troy. He was maybe in his late twenties. Well built. And blonde.
He had his dick out and was pissing before I could go into my spiel at all. When he was done he grabbed my by the wrists and yanked me back over to the seat.
I was feeling a little tipsy from having downed two drinks in the time it takes two guys to pee. Looking up I saw a beautiful cut dick before me. Unlike Frank he had no hair on or around his dick and balls.
