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.
Troy placed his thumb on my lower lip and asked, no told me, to open up. That's what I was here for, and I was liking his forcefulness, so I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, ready to suck my first cock.
I looked closely at the object of my desire for the first time and to my disgust saw that there was a drop of pee clinging to the tip. I reached for a wad of paper but before I could get any Troy had swiped the head of his dick on my tongue. I had no time to react.
He kept wiping it there, in circles, wetting the underside of his growing member. Lightly, Troy slapped my face a few times then stuck his low hangers up to my open mouth, stuffing them inside. He closed my mouth with his fingers. I sat there stunned with a man's wrinkly scrotum in my mouth!
Troy placed his hands on my head holding me in place, not that I was going anywhere. His dick stiffened and grew. It got quite hard, I think about the same size as mine, so six inches.
Troy asked me if I liked his cock. I nodded and he answered, "Good. 'Cause I hope you get a chance to get it all." He wasn't mean but that forceful tone was still there exciting me. "For now, suck 'em hard! They like that."
"I did what I was told and sucked." He told me to suck even harder so I did that too. His balls got pulled deeper into my mouth, stretching obscenely away from his body. His cock grew to its full hardness waving about in front of my astonished eyes.
After a bit Troy said he wanted to save me for later. He pulled my treats away, dropped some cash in the basket and left, still zipping up as the door closed behind him.
Seeing him still zipping I knew others would assume I had just sucked him off. Sadly, it wasn't the case but knowing they would be thinking it turned me on.
Only a minute passed before a third guy came in with a beer for this underage drinker. Tall and thin he wore a goatee. This one was rugged and handsome. He stood in front of the toilet doing and saying nothing. I repeated my lines about helping and serving but still he said nothing.
I went to unzip him but there were buttons instead. They were hard to undo. I struggled with them and knelt to get a better angle. Eventually I got the job done. I stood in what I thought of as my usual place half behind him and stroked his dick, aiming it towards the bowl. It grew hard, very long but not super thick.
I jerked him for a number of strokes. He never peed nor said anything which was unnerving.
Turning him sideways I licked from base to tip. With some guidance, I pushed my lips down on the side of the shaft. Gathering up some spit I licked all over getting it slick so it would fit in my mouth easily.
I lathered saliva all over his balls then worked my way up to the main event. I was just about to engulf the head of this majestic cock when he asked me to stand up.
He ran his hands down my sides. If I had real boobs he would have been feeling side boob. He cupped my buns squeezing passionately. He pushed me over the vanity enjoying my globes some more through the panties and stockings. I was more concerned about not letting the long hair of my wig get wet in the sink.
