Bi-Sexual Female / 33
Gemstone - Early Years, Pt.2
PART TWO
I carried on meeting Brian every month or so, with the same scenario. Brian taught me lots about wrestling and said he would take me to bigger, better shows when he could. He lived a long way from me though. He kept asking me to suck him off naked, or at least in underwear, and I kept saying “next time maybe”. I liked the thought of being naked but was skinny so I thought he would laugh at me. One time he didn't turn up, I found out a month later he his car had broken down on the way. Didn't really matter to me, I just concentrated on finding another way to get in, and that involved asking a real wrestler to take me in. I had seem this guy wrestle, so knew who he was, and was quick to ask. He was a shortish, tubby man, a “baddie”. I had learned by now the the baddies are actually really nice men, and the goodies are egotistical dickheads. Usually. He apologised and said he would get in trouble, so I just blurted out that I could give him a blow job. He looked at me and asked if I was old enough, I said “of course”, and he looked around and made me promise to be there when he was leaving, then he took me in. Felt great walking past the staff and being seen with him in the hall. Never mind if they were all thinking “slut”.
I stood by the dressing room most of the night and became aware of other wrestling fans who were more interested in talking to the wrestlers that watching the action. One family who seemed to know a lot of people were a mum, dad, and teenage daughter. I heard them talking about other shows in nearby towns and Cities, so asked the mum where these shows were held. I was surprised Brian had mentioned them, all he talked about was shows too far for me to get to. The wrestler who took me in had his bout just before the interval and then he was ready to leave while the third bout was on so I went out with him, and to his car. He said he would pull up away from other cars and asked who I had been with before. I said “just a guy who pays to take me in sometimes”. He asked if it was a boyfriend, so I said no, “someone your age”. He asked if I “fucked”. I said no. He asked if I was a virgin, I said yes, and he said “one day then”, and undid his trousers and left me to feel inside for his cock. It was interesting, smaller than Brian's. I felt it a bit before I put my head down and took it in my mouth. He said it felt good and felt my small boobs through my blouse, then he started telling me how gorgeous I was and he asked me to stop and kiss him. We had a really erotic snog. It felt nice, funny, feeling his tongue in my mouth, sort a shiver down my spine as I got back to his cock and closer to him and he was feeling my bottom and legs through my trousers. I sort of wished his hands were on my naked flesh, but then he pushed my head down and held me there while he pumped his spunk into my mouth. There wasn't as much as with Brian. I guessed that was because the wrestler has someone different every night, and Brian only has once a month with me. We had another kiss and he told me to look out for him in future, then he asked if I could get to a nearby town, where he was appearing soon. I said I might be able to get a bus there, and he said if I did he would give me a lift home. He checked his diary and wrote be down a couple of dates there were shows in the area and said I should try and get to any of them. I walked back to the hall, and the bloody woman on reception wouldn't let me back in. I was fuming, so went home.
I didn't have the internet or a mobile phone in those days, but I did some research on where there were other wrestling shows, and I found one that was about an hours bus ride away, and then the show that the wrestler had told me to go to, which meant a bus and a short train journey. I asked my mum if I could go to these shows and told her that I had met a family with a daughter my age who would give me a lift home, so my mum agreed. I also tried to get her to buy me some decent clothes but she said I would have to get a weekend job, which I did eventually. My sisters had moved out by now so I went through old clothes they had left, although there wasn't much I wanted.
Onto the show the following week, and it was a different promotion and set up completely, a large Town Hall. I couldn't get there very early and was unsure whether the wrestlers etc would use the main entrance or a back door, but I did find a door at the back where there were a couple of autograph hunters, so I stayed round there and watched for cars, or men carrying sports bags or suitcases. I soon noticed a tall, youngish man coming up the road with a bag, so before he got to the back door I asked if he was a wrestler. He said yes and asked if I wanted a photo with him. I said “no, can you get me in please ? – I know a few wrestlers and it's the first time I've been here”. He asked where I usually went, and carried on walking slowly, then he said OK. He stopped to sign two autographs and then banged on the door and a man let us in and the wrestler told me to sit in the corridor and he would check in. He came back after a few minutes and asked if I fancied a coffee, and we went to the coffee bar and he asked me about myself and told me his name was Chris, and he asked if I fancied finding a “quiet room”. I became quiet an expert on finding quiet rooms. We went up to the Circle and tried a few doors, I told him I only do blow jobs, and he laughed and said he liked me. We found a room and went in, and he moved me back against the door and bent down to kiss me and it went on for ages. His hands were all over me. I had trousers and a jumper on, and he put his hand up my jumper and felt my bare breasts and said how nice and soft they were, and that he liked small breasts. He kissed me some more and then pulled my jumper off over my head an kissed my little breasts and asked me if I was sure I didn't fancy sex. I said “no not really” and he said ok and undid his trousers and told me to show him what I could do. I knelt down and felt his cock,and took it into my lips and worked me way up and down and he was stoking my hair and telling me what a good job I was doing and it took him about two minutes before he shot his spunk down my throat. He was in a bit of a rush afterwards to get back to the dressing room, so I dressed and we went downstairs. He told me to watch out for him anywhere I went, and not to talk if he was with his girlfriend, but he would come back out and get me when he had parked her in the bar.
I went to the toilets and then had a look round, watched a couple of contests and then went back to sit near the dressing rooms. I decided I had better leave just after 9pm to get the bus home, but then a really big man came out of the dressing room and had a walk round and asked if I was with anyone. I said no, and he asked “are you coming for a walk outside”. I told him I had to go for my bus soon, and he said “come on then, I'll walk you to your stop”. Once outside he asked where I was from and where my bus stop was, and then he took my arm and said “come up here a minute” and led me across the road and up a small alleyway. He said “I hear you're a great cock sucker”. He was already undoing his trousers, it was dark up there, and he told me to get on my knees, and then asked if I was “clean”. I didn't know what he was getting at, but said yes, and he pushed a big fat erection into my mouth and as far in as it would go. I choked but managed to control it and started working his cock, with a lot of help from his hands holding my head, and he was saying “come you little slut, get sucking, suck it hard”. He was more or less just fucking my mouth, completely different to what I had done before, and I could feel my hands and arms shaking. I sort of hated it but liked it at the same time and he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his spunk all over my face and hair. Then he just put his cock away and walked off leaving me knelt there. Wow ! That was weird !. I had to use a tissue to try and clean my face and hair (without any success) and then dash off for my bus, which I missed and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one. At least there was a toilet to get cleaned up in, but it was pretty disgusting in there. But never mind, less than a week to the next show.
I carried on meeting Brian every month or so, with the same scenario. Brian taught me lots about wrestling and said he would take me to bigger, better shows when he could. He lived a long way from me though. He kept asking me to suck him off naked, or at least in underwear, and I kept saying “next time maybe”. I liked the thought of being naked but was skinny so I thought he would laugh at me. One time he didn't turn up, I found out a month later he his car had broken down on the way. Didn't really matter to me, I just concentrated on finding another way to get in, and that involved asking a real wrestler to take me in. I had seem this guy wrestle, so knew who he was, and was quick to ask. He was a shortish, tubby man, a “baddie”. I had learned by now the the baddies are actually really nice men, and the goodies are egotistical dickheads. Usually. He apologised and said he would get in trouble, so I just blurted out that I could give him a blow job. He looked at me and asked if I was old enough, I said “of course”, and he looked around and made me promise to be there when he was leaving, then he took me in. Felt great walking past the staff and being seen with him in the hall. Never mind if they were all thinking “slut”.
I stood by the dressing room most of the night and became aware of other wrestling fans who were more interested in talking to the wrestlers that watching the action. One family who seemed to know a lot of people were a mum, dad, and teenage daughter. I heard them talking about other shows in nearby towns and Cities, so asked the mum where these shows were held. I was surprised Brian had mentioned them, all he talked about was shows too far for me to get to. The wrestler who took me in had his bout just before the interval and then he was ready to leave while the third bout was on so I went out with him, and to his car. He said he would pull up away from other cars and asked who I had been with before. I said “just a guy who pays to take me in sometimes”. He asked if it was a boyfriend, so I said no, “someone your age”. He asked if I “fucked”. I said no. He asked if I was a virgin, I said yes, and he said “one day then”, and undid his trousers and left me to feel inside for his cock. It was interesting, smaller than Brian's. I felt it a bit before I put my head down and took it in my mouth. He said it felt good and felt my small boobs through my blouse, then he started telling me how gorgeous I was and he asked me to stop and kiss him. We had a really erotic snog. It felt nice, funny, feeling his tongue in my mouth, sort a shiver down my spine as I got back to his cock and closer to him and he was feeling my bottom and legs through my trousers. I sort of wished his hands were on my naked flesh, but then he pushed my head down and held me there while he pumped his spunk into my mouth. There wasn't as much as with Brian. I guessed that was because the wrestler has someone different every night, and Brian only has once a month with me. We had another kiss and he told me to look out for him in future, then he asked if I could get to a nearby town, where he was appearing soon. I said I might be able to get a bus there, and he said if I did he would give me a lift home. He checked his diary and wrote be down a couple of dates there were shows in the area and said I should try and get to any of them. I walked back to the hall, and the bloody woman on reception wouldn't let me back in. I was fuming, so went home.
I didn't have the internet or a mobile phone in those days, but I did some research on where there were other wrestling shows, and I found one that was about an hours bus ride away, and then the show that the wrestler had told me to go to, which meant a bus and a short train journey. I asked my mum if I could go to these shows and told her that I had met a family with a daughter my age who would give me a lift home, so my mum agreed. I also tried to get her to buy me some decent clothes but she said I would have to get a weekend job, which I did eventually. My sisters had moved out by now so I went through old clothes they had left, although there wasn't much I wanted.
Onto the show the following week, and it was a different promotion and set up completely, a large Town Hall. I couldn't get there very early and was unsure whether the wrestlers etc would use the main entrance or a back door, but I did find a door at the back where there were a couple of autograph hunters, so I stayed round there and watched for cars, or men carrying sports bags or suitcases. I soon noticed a tall, youngish man coming up the road with a bag, so before he got to the back door I asked if he was a wrestler. He said yes and asked if I wanted a photo with him. I said “no, can you get me in please ? – I know a few wrestlers and it's the first time I've been here”. He asked where I usually went, and carried on walking slowly, then he said OK. He stopped to sign two autographs and then banged on the door and a man let us in and the wrestler told me to sit in the corridor and he would check in. He came back after a few minutes and asked if I fancied a coffee, and we went to the coffee bar and he asked me about myself and told me his name was Chris, and he asked if I fancied finding a “quiet room”. I became quiet an expert on finding quiet rooms. We went up to the Circle and tried a few doors, I told him I only do blow jobs, and he laughed and said he liked me. We found a room and went in, and he moved me back against the door and bent down to kiss me and it went on for ages. His hands were all over me. I had trousers and a jumper on, and he put his hand up my jumper and felt my bare breasts and said how nice and soft they were, and that he liked small breasts. He kissed me some more and then pulled my jumper off over my head an kissed my little breasts and asked me if I was sure I didn't fancy sex. I said “no not really” and he said ok and undid his trousers and told me to show him what I could do. I knelt down and felt his cock,and took it into my lips and worked me way up and down and he was stoking my hair and telling me what a good job I was doing and it took him about two minutes before he shot his spunk down my throat. He was in a bit of a rush afterwards to get back to the dressing room, so I dressed and we went downstairs. He told me to watch out for him anywhere I went, and not to talk if he was with his girlfriend, but he would come back out and get me when he had parked her in the bar.
I went to the toilets and then had a look round, watched a couple of contests and then went back to sit near the dressing rooms. I decided I had better leave just after 9pm to get the bus home, but then a really big man came out of the dressing room and had a walk round and asked if I was with anyone. I said no, and he asked “are you coming for a walk outside”. I told him I had to go for my bus soon, and he said “come on then, I'll walk you to your stop”. Once outside he asked where I was from and where my bus stop was, and then he took my arm and said “come up here a minute” and led me across the road and up a small alleyway. He said “I hear you're a great cock sucker”. He was already undoing his trousers, it was dark up there, and he told me to get on my knees, and then asked if I was “clean”. I didn't know what he was getting at, but said yes, and he pushed a big fat erection into my mouth and as far in as it would go. I choked but managed to control it and started working his cock, with a lot of help from his hands holding my head, and he was saying “come you little slut, get sucking, suck it hard”. He was more or less just fucking my mouth, completely different to what I had done before, and I could feel my hands and arms shaking. I sort of hated it but liked it at the same time and he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his spunk all over my face and hair. Then he just put his cock away and walked off leaving me knelt there. Wow ! That was weird !. I had to use a tissue to try and clean my face and hair (without any success) and then dash off for my bus, which I missed and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one. At least there was a toilet to get cleaned up in, but it was pretty disgusting in there. But never mind, less than a week to the next show.
