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I hope this finds you well and you have a good weekend.
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Since this is Mother's Day Weekend, if you still have your mother, please make sure to spend as much time with her as possible. This is my 10th year without mine and although I do still miss her, I'm thankful she didn't have to go through this pandemic.
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In my last newsletter, I sent the first part of Chapter One of my current work in progress, Hot-Rod Magazine. Here's the next part.
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Please keep in mind this is a work in progress and more edits and changes will likely be made before the story is in its final form.
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*Notice: this excerpt does contain adult content*
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Excerpt2 of Hot-Rod Magazine
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As the weeks passed, Kim and I spent more and more time together. I made sure I was there to take “her” to the club every weekend. Mrs. Angleton never called me to help her build the set, but Kim and I did attend the play and thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Even though I had started hanging out with Kim and enjoyed his company, I wasn’t interested in him sexually, but it was obvious he wanted me.
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One night at the club, I was very horny and had tried to get Rory to let me give him a ride home and we’d drop Kim off on the way, but he had been a little tipsy and this other guy was flirting with him, so he wanted the other guy to take him home, instead.
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Rory was my type. He was two inches taller than my five foot ten inches and was more muscular than me, but he always wore a suit coat on camera, so it wasn’t obvious. I spent nearly every evening at the gym with Byron and Dad, and although I wasn’t muscular enough to win any contests, I was in good enough shape that guys liked what they saw and if I had to, I could defend myself. I was butch enough that some guys were afraid to approach me because they weren’t sure if they’d get hit or score. Since I was versatile—I loved a big dick up my ass, but liked mine up a tight ass, too—it was a little difficult to find the masculine guys who were versatile as well. But I had discovered if a guy started getting nervous around me, that he was interested and, even if I weren’t interested in him, I’d just smile at him and tell him it was okay, but no thanks. If I were interested in him also, I’d wink and smile at him and ask him out.
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Rory was a designated top, as he called it, but he was macho enough that I could live happily ever after with him without ever poking anyone again. However, since he was a local celebrity, as it were, he was afraid that if he hooked up with someone that he’d be outed in the community, so he wouldn’t commit to an LTR. But he was at the club every weekend and usually went home with someone, so I had explained to him that since he’d done almost—well, maybe not that many—everyone at the club, he’d be less likely to be outed if he was in an LTR. And because he wanted to be in the closet, I was really surprised he’d told his boss about that night’s variety show.
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Since I had been really horny the night Rory was a little tipsy and more interested in Conner than me, I took Kim home and walked “her” to the door of his apartment—he always dressed in drag to go to the club, even when he wasn’t singing—and, pulling him against me, I hugged him, said, “I’ll make a deal with you, Kim.”
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“What’s that?” he’d asked, squeezing me a little tighter than normal since I wasn’t letting go of him.
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“I’ll spend the night with you but I’m not doing you in drag.”
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“Okay,” he’d pushed me away, a little too quickly, and turned to unlock the door.
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By then we’d been friends for almost a year and we’d never seen each other naked. When we were at the club, if we had to go to the bathroom, he’d go to the ladies’ room since he was in drag, and I’d go to the men’s. He never ran around without a shirt when we were together, and he never wore a tank top. He did wear form-fitting t-shirts, though, so I knew he had a nice body. He was five-eight and, that I could tell, didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Although I worked out at the gym with my brother and father, he spent his time at the apartment complex’s workout room. He had nice muscle tone, but nothing that would make you think he wasn’t a real woman when he was in drag. When he was dressed up, he even looked more like a woman than some of the real women I knew.
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“Have a seat,” he’d said. “I’ll go remove my makeup then take a shower and then you can get one.”
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I wasn’t going to ask him if he thought I stunk. The club had been filled with smoke and we’d done a lot of dancing, so I was hot and sweaty and needed a shower.
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“Sure. I’ve got a bag in the car. I’ll be right back.”
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“Okay, just turn the deadbolt and it won’t lock you out.”
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Since I would occasionally get lucky with Rory, I always kept an overnight bag in my trunk because he wanted to go to his apartment instead of mine, and I wouldn’t have to worry about not having my toiletries or a clean set of clothes that didn’t reek of smoke to wear the next morning. I also kept a large plastic bag in it that I put my clothes in so they wouldn’t smell up the other clothes or the bag.
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I had never gone in with Kim when I dropped him off, either. I always hugged him at the door and told him I’d see him later and left. I wasn’t sure how long it took him to remove his makeup, so I was surprised when, as I entered the apartment and closed and locked the door, I heard the water in the shower come on. Figuring he would just remove his makeup in the shower, I went to his bedroom and set my suitcase on the floor by the chair in the corner next to the closet door. I had never been in his bedroom before, so I was surprised it had the same color scheme the living room did. I figured he’d have more color in the bedroom than the living room, but he didn’t.
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I removed my shirt and stuffed it in the plastic bag, then sat in the chair and removed my boots and socks. After unbuckling my jeans, I removed the belt and rolled it up and laid it on the nightstand. Emptying my pockets onto the nightstand, I removed my jeans and stuffed them in the plastic bag also.
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Just wearing my white, skintight boxer briefs, I sat in the chair and waited for him to finish in the shower, wondering if I should go offer to wash his back for him. Rory and I always showered together, so why couldn’t Kim and me?
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Getting to my feet, I stretched and headed for the bathroom as the water stopped. I was surprised how fast he’d showered, so I went back to the bedroom and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, then stepped into the living room and sat on a barstool and waited.
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A few minutes later, the door opened, and he came out with a towel wrapped around his slender waist. His black hair, which was a little long, was still wet, and he’d attempted to dry it before coming out of the bathroom, but he hadn’t combed it, so it went everywhere. Like I said, he was really cute, but I hadn’t realized how nice of a body he actually had. I didn’t know if he had no hair on his upper torso or he shaved, but he had removed the hair from under his arms because he frequently wore sleeveless and backless dresses, so he had to be smooth. He also had smooth legs, but there was a little bit of black hair on his arms, which looked natural for even a real woman. Another reason I preferred Rory was because he had a nice hairy chest and stomach. Rory also wore a mustache.
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“Oh, there you are,” Kim blushed when he saw me grin when I glanced at the bulge in his towel. “It’s all yours.”
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I slid off the stool. “Can’t wait,” I chuckled.
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He blushed again. “The towel on the toilet is clean.”
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“Thanks. Be right out.” I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste off the bar and went into the bathroom. Since he had closed the door while showering, I decided to do so also.
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Removing my boxer-briefs, I placed them on the counter and moved the towel to the back of the toilet, then relieved myself and flushed before getting into the shower.
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I was thankful that, although he had perfumed shampoo and body wash, he also had some that were for his male persona, so I took a nice long hot shower with it.
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After brushing my teeth and using a comb he had on the counter since I had left mine in my suitcase, I left my toothbrush and paste in the bathroom, and wrapped the towel around my waist and, grabbing my boxer-briefs, headed out the door.
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Kim had turned off the light in the living room and I found him lying in bed with the sheet up to his waist, but it didn’t hide the fact he was still boned.
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To my delight, although he had trimmed his soft black bush, he hadn’t shaved it and his hard rod was almost an inch longer and a little thicker than my seven-inch member. Although he liked to be topped, he also liked to top. His small mouth felt good on mine and he was a great kisser. He had no problem at all burying his cute little nose in my dark brown bush when he swallowed me whole.
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After he’d pushed my legs back and eased his condom-clad cock in and out of me until he blasted and collapsed on top of me, I turned him over and he’d held me tight while I enjoyed kissing those luscious lips and squirted into the condom in his tight little ass. I’d laid on my back and pulled him into my arms and he rested his head on my shoulder and we drifted off to sleep. I always preferred to be the one laying like he was, but Rory never wanted me to spend the night, so I didn’t get that with him.
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However, as the months went by, I learned to enjoy the feel of Kim’s head on my shoulder as we slept after having sex. I still occasionally got lucky with Rory, and Rory was still doing Conner and I wasn’t sure who else. I explained to Kim that I did love him, but needed more than he could supply and, although I was pretty sure it hurt him on the nights I dropped him off and went home with Rory, he never said anything.
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To be continued in the next Newsletter.
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I hope you have a great weekend, ,
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Thanks for being a valuable reader and I'll keep you informed.
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