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.