Straight Pleasures

Theo had no desire to be a woman and did not think of himself as a transvestite or crossdresser in any way or form. He was very happy being gay and although he was rather feminine and quite camp, he enjoyed being a man. There were a few things about him that bordered on the ‘girlie’ side, however. Firstly, he loved wearing ladies stockings and G-strings. Secondly, his hair was shoulder length, which he constantly tucked behind his ears (when not at home), to give himself a more masculine appearance. Thirdly, the shirts he wore after hours were slightly on the ‘flouncy’ side.Theo was petite. He weighed around one hundred pounds and stood five-foot-four-inches tall. He was practically hairless and the few sprigs under his arms were barely worth mentioning. He did, nevertheless, shave his armpits, lower legs, and genitals, because the stockings and G-strings he favoured simply worked better without that unnecessary hair. It also fascinated him how the stockings and G-stings seemed to put the straight men that he fancied, at ease. He supposed that to these guys, half a woman was infinitely preferable to having to admit to one’s homosexual propensities.Theo did not like gay bars or clubs and the men in those places were not to his liking. Butch gay men always seemed like ‘pretenders’ to him. Theo, therefore, only hung out in straight cocktails bars in upmarket hotels. Married men were like an aphrodisiac to him and Theo had a rather successful record isvecbahis in these places. He was always very upfront about being a guy, when the men mistook him for a woman, and loved the bewilderment that this caused. Most men simply apologized for their blunder and moved off very quickly. But being as pretty as Theo was, there were enough guys who simply couldn’t get past their intrigue. Their additional consumption of alcohol, of course, invariably stimulated further fascination.Theo wasn’t looking for romance and all he wanted was sexual gratification, and a quick fuck suited him perfectly. Most guys were happy to get their rocks off and see him leave as soon as possible. Very occasionally, a guy would ask him to spend the night. Naturally, if this suited him he would comply, but most times, Theo would make an excuse and be on his way shortly after the encounter. He was a fussy boy and mediocrity was definitely not to his liking. This was another reason why he frequented swanky venues. Second-rate motels definitely didn’t do it for him.One Friday evening, as Theo arrived at one of his favourite venues he was delighted when he saw a notice at the front door, welcoming a farmer’s convention. This excited him enormously. After making his way to the bar he ordered a glass of wine. There were two straight couples seated at tables behind him, whom he naturally paid no mind to.Thirty minutes later, however, things took a very distinct upturn isveçbahis giriş when a very hunky guy entered and sat at the counter, one stool away from him. ‘Hunky’ was dressed in chinos and wore a toned-down cowboy shirt. He was ruggedly handsome and ticked every box in Theo’s partiality for men. Hunky ordered bourbon and was soon sipping his drink. In a friendly, country boy manner, Hunky soon turned to Theo and introduced himself as Shooter, explaining that this was actually a nickname given to him because he was the best marksman in the area he came from.“Pleased to meet you, Shooter, my name is Theo,” he answered.“Is that short for Theodora?” Shooter inquired, with a typical straight boy, ‘I’m available,’ shitfaced grin.“No”, It’s simply Theo because… I’m a man,” Theo replied. The usual bewilderment that Theo had become accustomed to then occurred.“Fuck… I’m sorry,” Shooter spluttered. “I hope I haven’t offended you?”“Not at all,” Theo assured him with a laugh. “Many guys make the mistake you’ve just made.”“It’s just that you are so pr… handsome,” Shooter replied, uncomfortably correcting his error.Theo immediately let out an elegant laugh and then smiling, said, “Please relax, I really am not offended.”After a brief silence, Shooter resumed, “You’ve got to forgive us country-folk… we’re not as… sophisticated as you city people.”After another brief lull, Theo asked his normal rhetorical question, eyeing the wedding ring on Shooter’s isveçbahis yeni giriş left hand. “So, you’re married?”“Yip,” Shooter replied, “Got a wife and two daughters.”Shooter then began to fumble in his wallet for a photo of his family. Finally, he produced a dog-eared picture of his family. His wife was a large motherly type and his two girls were very sweet and pretty.“Trying to get my missus to produce a boy,” he stated, “But she’s not keen on another child,” he said, with caricature sadness in his eyes. “I need a male heir,” he stated, with conviction.As Theo handed the photo back after a complimentary gushing, he asked, “What’s your real name, Shooter?”“Reggie… actually Reginald,” Shooter replied.“Do you mind if I call you Reggie?” Theo inquired.“Nah… suit ye’self, my family call me Reggie.” Shooter concluded.There was a momentary silence in conversation before Reggie awkwardly broke the impasse by asking, “Are you married?”“No, I’m not involved either, in fact, I’m gay,” Theo replied, laying his cards on the table.Reggie was somewhat taken aback by Theo’s candour.“Is this a homosexual,” and then quickly correcting himself, resumed “I mean… gay place?”“No, not at all,” Theo answered, as he observed Reggie quickly slugging down the rest of his bourbon.“So why do you come here?” Reggie asked, with a dumbfounded look on his face as he ordered more bourbon.“Well, I like the atmosphere. Secondly, I usually hook-up with the kind of men I like and have a good evening.” Theo casually replied.“You mean married guys?” Reggie questioned, in disbelief.“Yes. Many guys simply move off when they realize I’m a guy. But then there are those who don’t,” Theo concluded, mysteriously.