I managed to pass, getting into this women’s only hostel. I’m not supposed to be here but I got a room and that was all that I wanted. Right?.
Backpacking around can be difficult, going from city to city is amazing but as a single guy I have such a hard time finding where I’m going to spend the night. In this city there was only one place in town that had any rooms available, and the problem was that it only allowed women to stay there.
The man at the front desk was checking me out, that’s how I knew I was passing. It was good I guess but unsettling in its own way. I didn’t really know how to feel about the fact that I made a good woman, that men considered me cute and pretty and beautiful.
There is a knock on my door in the middle of the night and when I open it he’s standing there waiting for me. He asks to come in and I step aside. I know why he’s here. I know what he wants.
He wants me. His eyes are on me and his intentions are clear. I’m alone in this room with a strange older man and I want to give in to him.
But he can’t want the real me. He can’t want the me beneath this feminine exterior.
How do I have him while keeping my secret safe?
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“What is it, Roger?” I asked, trying to be sweet, “You seem like you’re stressed.”
“I know,” he blurted out, registering that his voice was a little too loud and snapping back and getting quieter, “I know.”
I felt a tremble running through me. There was only one implication there, since I didn’t have a whole hell of a lot of secrets. But for him to know my big secret, it just didn’t make any sense.
“Know what Roger?” I tried to play dumb, but my voice quivered unsurely.
“I know what you’re hiding,” he said, a nervous grin flashing over his face in an instant before it disappeared, “I know what you did. I know who you are. You’re not supposed to be here.”
He took a step forward and I took a step back and suddenly I realized that he was between me and the door. Suddenly the first thought of him as a dangerous man made so much more sense to me. Suddenly he seemed so intimidating.
“What do you mean?” I stammered, “What are you talking about?”
“This place is for women,” he went on, “Women and women alone. But you’re not a woman, are you?’
I shuffled and tightened my arms protectively over my body, pulling the shirt even further closed, “I don’t know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong Roger. I’m a-“
“Sissy,” he cut me off, “You’re a guy, or well at least something of a guy. You’ve got a cock between those pretty legs of yours, don’t you? You don’t need to lie. You don’t need to worry.”
My ass pushed up against the desk and I stopped, realizing there was nowhere left to go. I knew that I couldn’t get away from him, and in a way I knew that I didn’t want to.
I wanted to know where we went from here, what came next. I wanted to know what he meant when he said that I didn’t need to worry.
But more than that I wanted to know why I hadn’t suspected anything.
My lack of suspicion came from a single source, from a single point of contact.
It was the way that he was looking at me.
If he was looking at me like that, checking me out, flirting with me. If he did all that and he knew that I wasn’t a girl then that meant…
Well, I didn’t quite know what that meant.
“You don’t need to worry,” he repeated, stopping just out of arms reach of me, “I’m not going to turn you in. I’m not going to kick you out. I’m not going to do anything, because I can keep your secret. I just wanted you to know that I know. I needed you to know that I know. I needed you to understand that because somehow and someway I feel that’s important. I feel like that might change things.”
He wasn’t wrong on that front.
My hands reached back and gripped the desk and I used them to push off of it and towards him. I pressed myself into his body as I moved forward and our lips connected.
I couldn’t explain it, this pressing need and this connection to this man. I couldn’t explain why it worked or why it was what I wanted, but I knew that it was. I knew that I needed this, body and soul. I knew that I wanted this, with every inch of me.