Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Tracey stopped just in front of the entrance to the bar. doggystyle His hand was almost touching the door. His mouth was dry. His legs were trembling cum slightly. This was the closest he had ever come to actually entering The Beachfront Bar. A few months ago he first drove through the parking lot. That time he hadn’t even slowed down. It was only on his sixth time that he had actually stopped– just for a moment. It was a long, slow path from the parking lot to the door of The Beachfront. Shutting off the engine.... getting out of the car.... walking up the walk toward Hardcore the bar.... each new step had taken weeks, but party tonight he finally stood at the entrance. The Beachfront Bar was an openly gay bar. A large billboard across the front amateur of the bar advertized a “Drag Queen Review” in huge letters. In smaller letters it announced that Thursday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Singer Night,” Friday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Imposter Night,” And Saturday was “Amateur Drag Queen Stripper Night.” Tracey knew that if he ever got up the nerve to enter any of those contests he could easily win. He had won many times before in the safety of his bedroom, singing into a pretend microphone while strutting across the floor in his high heels and garter belt. His voice was excellent, but very high pitched for a man. His body was trim, almost petite. And his ability to mimic the voice and actions of Marilyn Monroe or Lily Saint Cere were astounding. Yes, he could win– if he were to enter the contest– if he were to ever actually go inside the bar. He started to turn around when a gentle voice spoke from behind him, “The closest door is always the most difficult to open, isn’t it?” Tracey turned and found himself looking into a rugged, handsome face framed with short, but curly blond hair. The blue eyes burned deep into his own. “Once you open that door and go inside, everyone will know your secret, won’t they?” the gentle voice continued. “Once you go inside, everyone will know that you are gay.” The man’s voice changed. It remained gentle, but somehow became more soothing. “That’s a hard thing to do alone” he said. She shoved her soapy fingers and washrag up her ass, getting his cum out of there too, and she cum liked it. "Stop!" I amateur also felt John starring to stiffen up in his thrusts, becoming Hardcore more jerky. Yumiko, one of my students, just found out she was pregnant today by her boyfriend. They were her doggystyle panties! Burning pain as her ass tried to stretch to accommodate the intruder. “The sweetness mixes with the party sauce. “You are really into this acting dog thing, shall we move over to the television?” he asked her. “Yes!” Ruri cried out. I undid my seatbelt and hugged her. "Sorry I made you cry. Mike was becoming a more willing participant as well. The next day was my appointment with the dentist and I couldn't sleep that night. She seemed satisfied with my answer and probed no further. After he moved his stuff into his old bedroom he showered and headed out.