After a long shower, I wrapped a towel around my chest and tiptoed back into the main room, rummaging through my bag for the first of my newly purchas...d items.I tore open the packaging to reveal a sheer suspender bodystocking. My cock grew hard as I carefully pulled it out of the plastic and held the material in my hands.'Fuck these are so sexy,' I thought, rolling it up over my toes and sliding the material over my smooth legs. The stockings clung to my every curve, making my petite body look. However, one night while riding around with a drinking bud, he mentioned that we should go to the rest area and ‘roll some queers.’ I was naive and had no idea what he was talking about or what was happening at the rest areas until he explained that ‘they’ hung out there, seeming surprised that I didn't know that. Well, that set the stage for me. A few weeks later, after a night out with no luck with the ladies, I remembered my friend’s comments. I guess I’d committed myself to making. This was a full-service full-contact establishment, and all of us horny patrons knew it.I had only seen a couple of guys on stage so far. Some dancers were flirting and socializing in the club. I may have come off a little abrupt because I was nervous and wanted to give my money and attention to the person attached to my fantasy cock I went in there for. One after another, different body styles, themes, from hayseed youth to "emo teen" (all over eighteen) to the muscle hunk to "ordinary" guys,. To this was added fuel.I was asked to get some groceries in the evening. By the time I came back, I was welcomed by my beautiful mom in her most beautiful attire. She was in the best sari of her life, which will haunt me for the rest of my life.She was wearing a chocolate-colored printed floral nylon sari and a matching colored cotton blouse. As I looked at her, my dick raised to make a tent below my kurta, hiding it in plain sight. My mom could make out the lust in my eyes looking at her.I.