I was lured by the handsome benefits that comes with it as life makes it quite difficult for me to survive as the first child and also got lots of responsibilities to fill as all expectations have been placed on me just because I live in Diaspora and after all I can live my life just the way I want without my parent supervision moreover they are praying for my success and I felt this is the result of their prayers. I got employment as a go go dancer at a bar that was known for its highly explicit sex shows. I was marveled when the manager of one the bars invited me over to his office and asked if I would be interested in making extra money of course I am more than ready that was the answer I gave in reply. He said to me that I have got a nice sized d*** and a very nice shape and for the fact that I wasn’t shy I would make a great showman. There were no many performers as at then because you have got to get the heart of a lion to step on the stage and perform outrageously.
I performed completely naked and with a full erect penis jerking myself rhythmically to the music and to maintain the erection I had to use a cock ring or a condom which I wrapped tightly around the base of my penis. This was often extremely painful but as the saying goes he who will dine with the devil must have a loooong spoon. Walter and I worked together and we always performed the active role matched with some passive who are mostly sissy in stimulated anal sex. As soon as we are done with act we roved around the audience collecting tips for such a wonderful performance. Occasionally there used to be a masturbation contest organized by the manager which were judged by how far or quickly we could shoot our semen. Before taking on the stage contenders were fed a hefty diet of porn to get them in the mood. When ready, the boys scrambled on their seats on stage and went for it wildly before an awe-struck audience. This kind of competition increased in popularity until it became a daily event that was used to draw crowds into bars.
At one of the contests I met a transgender boy. whose name is Kathy,quickly we became a long term client. She was highly feminine with long, natural hair,fair complexion and a petite body. Her exceptional beauty won her many transgender beauty contests. She invited me over to her house if I am interested in living with her and immediately I jumped on such a golden offer as houses in the metropolitan cities are quite exorbitant. I quit the bar show and I moved to her and she is a sophisticated lady with a very good income although she has not completed her transplant with a penis still dangling under her pant things were going on smoothly between us and I had no issue as I was the one playing the active role. It didn’t matter that she still had a penis because in every other way she was truly feminine. I never bothered asking her why she has not undergone her complete surgery because with the look of things she feel happy with the way she was and that was good for me also.
I became a waiter in the well respected hotel she managed their beauty salon. Being the very first transgender I met she introduced me to her parent as her boyfriend and I was gladly welcomed by the parent and we got an approval for our relationship as Kathy earned a good salary and was well respected by her family. she has gained a lot of respect within her community because of her kindness and charity.
I know she really loved me and I had a good intentions for both of us,we lived together for a month before relocating to another city where she opened a restaurant. I would like to say that we lived happily ever after but that was not the case because in the long run I became bored with domesticity and missed my life as a go-go dancer.I became a night crawler again and no matter how much she begged me to stay I eventually end up living. My heart was not fully invested in our relationship, and carousing with buddies appealed more to me than spending time with my girlfriend,so we eventually broke up after 4 months of living together.
I thought I could be fine without her but as employment was quite difficult I had to move back to the big city to get my pieces together eventually I was provided an accommodation by one of the managers in the bars I had worked and my life as a go-go dancers came back bubbling. In the new apartment I had a room mate who is also a sissy. She had slept with numerous customers on rare occasions and sadly contracted HIV but the time I moved in it has developed to AIDS and was dying. In most of the bars you can be a DJ,doorman or a barman but you still have the audacity to sell your body if you find a good client, many of the staffs had been go-go boys but most of them have passed their prime but those who recently joined as purely regular staffs more than likely ended up either dancing or turning tricks.
My poor roommate spent her days groaning uncomfortably on a mat while struggling to maintain her weak grip on life. It wasn’t long before she would surrender to her condition. I saw the will to live seep out of her with each labored breath. Her skin became dark and dry,she smelled terribly and was plagued by bouts of diarrhea that turned her into little more than a skeleton. I tried to help her but I was scared by touching her I could contract the virus as well so I already wish her R.I.P quietly. Few days later she was collected by her family and a week after I was told she has passed on to beyond. I found this experience traumatic just by watching someone slowly and painfully fade away made me aware of my mortality. AIDS is not exclusive to anyone but working in the sex industry increases our vulnerability as we have to sleep with numerous partners and most would like to have it flesh to flesh.
One day, shortly after my return to the city,I went to a park to jog and lift weights. As I walked to a cool down after my work out,I noticed a woman reading a book under the shade of a large tree. I approached her and politely asked if I could have a sip of her water. She smiled and shyly nodded. She blushed as her hand brushed against mine while handing me the bottle. I asked if I could sit with her and she quickly agreed with her face facing the ground. We engaged in a conversation when she introduced herself to me as Cindy, she sounds very polite and friendly. I fantasized that we are two loners made for each other and were destined to be together. Our meeting wasn’t by accident it was destiny that has brought us together.
I lit a cigarette and Cindy asked if she could also have one too. As I lit it for her our hands touched a second time and Cindy never pulled away. Feeling emboldened,I took her hands firmly in mine and began making my intentions clear. I could tell she was flattered by my advances. We were overstepping cultural boundaries by being so openly affectionate on our very first meeting. As a go-go boy I was naturally a fast mover,yet it seemed it was Cindy who was eliciting these responses in me,not my desire to earn a few thousand dollars.She had the most melancholy eyes I’d ever seen. They had a magnetic pull from which my eyes found it impossible to look away. We quickly opened up to one another and exchanged thoughts,touches and phone numbers. I imagined she was a damsel in distress and I was the hero who’d save the day. Although I revealed a good deal of personal information though I lied about my profession by saying that I worked as a doorman at a dance club in the city popularly known for gays. I invited Cindy to come over to my house where I live as that would increase our friendship level feeling confident that she would sleep with me for I thought this would strengthen our tie to one another for I sensed she was a real deal. After our first sex, her thought for a second could not depart my head. I could not stand being alone any longer and then I asked Cindy to remain living with me permanently and she readily agreed. At the time my female cousin I was staying with was visiting her boyfriend’s family as they were soon both to tie the knot. When they returned home that evening I introduced them to Cindy, casually mentioning that she has moved in with us. Sarah rebuked me for letting my horniness be the reason for bringing in a stranger into her home. Her anger may have been justified but she went too far by calling Cindy a whore. I knew she had lost all respect for me a very long time ago but to call my new lover such names was outrageous. I barked at my cousin to keep her foul mouth shut and curtly told her to we were on her way. In record time, I packed my belongings and stormed out of the house. We headed for the room Cindy shared with her friend and there likewise, she gathered her possessions and with bags in our hand we set off to find an accommodation. By late evening we’d lodged in a guest house. I confidently told Cindy to give up her job because as her man I intended to provide her a good life.