"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.
