Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 15:03:59 -0700 (PDT)

From: Glenn <spguy231@yahoo.com>

Subject: Night on the Town (TV/Military)

This is a true story that happened in the 1980 when I

was a young GI stationed in Germany. It tells about my

visit to a Frankfurt night club called "Blue Angel".

At 21 I had really gotten around so there wasn't much

that could surprise. Or I thought so. Even though I

was just visiting for the night, it was obviously a

gay night club, and I was obviously there for one

thing: boys. Since eighth grade though I had had my

share of girls and sure enjoyed a taste now and then.

It was midnight and the place was packed. All the cock

you could ever want. Cute butts flashing on the

dancefloor like lightning bugs in a forest. The crowd

at the bar was as close-pressed as the horny couples

gyrating on the dance floor. I squeezed in for a beer,

and decided to settle back for some serious

decisionmaking.

I'm 5'8" and medium build. From all the exercise I was

getting in the Army, I had a strong build, but not to

muscular. Dark hair, dark eyes and a nice uncut six

inches that was always pulling me into new adventures.

Goodlooking enough to seldom get a turn-down from

somebody I was really interested in.

Back to the bar. As I sipped my beer and scoped out

the nights' alternatives, a really cute girl came up

beside me- only about 5'4" and pretty butch in a

gentle way; short reddish brown hair, cut almost like

a boys; waist length leather jacket and black pants,

her slim belly button showing just below the tube top,

but a very attractive way about her. She reminded me

of a really cute kid sister.

At first, I assumed she was just there to find a

girlfriend so I didn't pay much attention. But as the

bar crowd pressed us together we made eye contact, and

I suddenly took notice of her. Was that really a

sparkle in her eye. I turned in as smooth and low-key

a way as I could toward this gentle thing who was

forced into contact with me by the crowd, and got the

impression that she had been waiting for me to look.

I was a little afraid and uncomfortable making a move

on such a beautiful little treasure in a gay bar, but

we seemed to be connecting, and the more we yelled

into each others ear, the more I became entwined with

her. "Hi Kate, I'm Glenn," I shouted. I didn't ask her

to dance,we just agreed with our eyes.

With her hand in mine we squeezed our way onto the

dance floor, not getting too much intimate body

contact, but definitely falling into each others'

eyes.

I even snuck in a few kisses, but with the crowd

around us it wasn't very intimate. After two dances,

she asked if I wanted to leave.

I remember the sight of following her out: the back of

her leather jacket just covering her slim, boyish

hips. It only occurred to me then that she might be a

little underage. But she said "21" so I was happy. Who

cares if she was lying, at that point I'd already

settled on a night with this kid, and my cock was

already straining for this cute little thing and was

looking forward to some fun.

As we got outside and our hearing adjusted, she said

she had come with a friend but not to worry. She had a

little apartment a few blocks away. As we walked along

side by side, my hand at one point strayed to her

waist and along her back into her waistband. The touch

of silk reminded me that I always did enjoy the

feeling of a nice butt in lingerie whether it was a

boy or girl.

This girl is horny. On the elevator, her hands were

all over me, and her tongue felt like a really cool

snake had gotten in side me. Once we got inside her

tiny efficiency, she turned on a low light, put on

some nice tunes, and got us some wine. As I sat on the

futon, she lit a joint and came over to sit next to

me. God, this girl's slow seduction was great.

After a few minutes of riveting eyes contact through

the soft haze of smoke, I was settled in nicely as she

crawled on top of me. With her gorgeous tongue

swirling in my mouth while we stayed in a complete

eye-lock, I felt her hand fumbling with my belt

buckle. Before long my pants and were at my knees and

this cute little thing had my hard rod all the way

down her throat. As I moaned I also was working on her

clothes.

Her leather jacket was gone, and I had her pants

loosened and over her hips. With her on her knees, I

could just knead her silk covered ass. I already knew

there wasn't much in her tube top but, between her

riveting blow-job I strained for a little nipple play

too Finally, she stood. Leaving her tube top on she

slipped off her black pants, and there in front of me

was the cutest sight.

I wasn't much of for young boys, but this seduction

had done me in. "Kate's" long thin rod and balls were

easily visible through full-cut purple panties, and

the wet spot said it all.

She apologized for the deception but said that she

loves to be a girl when she is seducing, and a boy in

bed. A little stoned and VERY horny we opened the

futon. My little girl wanted to leave her tube top and

panties on for a little longer, and I guess it was a

great idea because the feel of her, once again on top,

as she rubbed her panty covered cock hard against mine

was terrific.

After a while, I did get to angle my way on top, and

in the dim light, was too stoned to sort out the

imagery. Little boy? Girl? But I evntually got that

long slim cock in my mouth, and managed to swallow all

seven inches as I squeezed her ass and felt for her

little rosebud.

What surprised me though, and I guess I just hadn't

had much experience with "girls" like this, is that

once we really got going, she was definitely a top.

I got to lick her ass a little once while we were

69-ing, but she made it clear by her movements that

she definitely wanted to be the "man" in bed.

After a while, I acceeded and settled back to a night

of "womanhood" being licked and fucked, and cuddled by

this strange girl (?). That long slim cock of hers

seemed to go everywhere. With my legs hunched up to my

ears, her tongue down my throat and her cock squirming

up my ass, I felt like two snakes were kissing inside

me somewhere while their bodies wriggled through me.

What a fuck.

I don't know how many times I came that night, with

and without help from her hand or mouth. But when I

left the next afternoon, I was definitely the best

fucked "girl" in town, and would always remember

"Kate" and the powerful snake she kept concealed in

her panties.