Davita Minton

Serial Trans

Golden Age

    Margaret's place came after nearly five months of homelessness.  It was a modest ranch-style home on the outskirts of Champaign.  Margaret was an empty-nester and a widower who worked nights; 7PM-3:30AM for a local charter bus company.  When not working or sleeping Margaret was often away from home visiting her daughters and grandchildren in nearby towns where she usually stayed over night.  Margaret was loathe to rent to her; by outward appearance a divorced forty something year old male construction laborer.  But by dint of persistence in the form of multiple e-mails and phone calls, and with cash in hand she finally won a month to month agreement.
    The room was a converted garage that had been fully remodeled.  Just outside her door she had access to laundry facilities and a very small yet complete bathroom.  She was also afforded full kitchen privileges.  The room itself was rather large, so far as rental rooms go, and fully furnished.  There was even a large walk-in closet, though fully three quarters of it was filled with Margaret's older and much less often worn clothes.  She distinctly remembered forcing herself to wait several days before beginning a careful and methodical inventory of her new landlady's wardrobe in search of potential 'loaner' items.  However, what began with great anticipation ended with bitter disappointment.
    ''It was incredible!  Just incredible!''  She thought now, with alcohol enhanced vehemence.  ''Of all those clothes; scores and scores of dresses and blouses and jackets, there was nothing I could wear.  Or rather, there was nothing I wanted to wear.  Margaret was so much shorter and stouter than I am.  And her tastes!  My god!  She was at least a decade behind the times.  But wait.....  Wasn't there something?  Something I altered?  And wore a belt with.  Oh hell!  I don't know.  Why in hell am I even thinking about Margaret's place anyway?''  And with this last, she was off.  Off on a quest of long inured psychological behavior in which she obsessively sought to trace her thoughts back to the incipient thought that inspired whatever current reverie she found herself lost in.  It was a mental pursuit she particularly enjoyed, or indulged in, most of the time, when in an altered state of mind, as she was currently.  The revelation of each link in the chain of thought was a small yet almost tangible victory.  And when finally the alpha link was discovered it was akin to finding something one had lost.  The more difficult the search and labyrinthine the trail back in time, the better.  On this occasion, however, the trail was disappointingly short, and in no way cold, and led to an origin she would rather not have found.
    ''Yep.  Homelessness is a very real possibility.''  She thought, glumly, in reference to one possible outcome of moving from one side of the continent to the other on a shoestring budget.   But she did not want to think about the omni-present and looming move to San Francisco and all the terrifying scenarios it spawned in her mind.  Thus, in an effort to free herself from this burden, at least for a short time anyway, she glommed on to the just revived memory of the period of time following her last, failed attempt, to move to California.
    ''It worked out alright....eventually.  It was difficult for a while....no doubt.  But Margaret's place was my.....my coming out.  Well....sexually that is.  It was where I blossomed.  How many had I had before Margaret's?  Three or four?  Four?  Yes.  Four.  Excluding the rape.  And how many at Margaret's?  Good god!  Didn't I stop counting at ninety?  I lost count.  I simply lost count.  But I moved here, to ''PensaTucky'' shortly after that.  There might have been another ten or so between the time I lost count and the move here.  So, I had nearly a hundred lovers in less than eighteen months.  I said GodDamn!  How did I do that?  It was my 'Golden Age'.''  She thought, rapturously, as she sank into her favorite chair with drinks very near to hand.  She had escaped from under the pawl of the imminent move and was once again reveling in reverie.
    ''I wonder.  Who was the first?  Who was the last?  The alpha and the omega?  Who were they?''  She pondered, for a moment, before finally concluding that only the very good, the very bad, and the very weird would be memorable.  '' 'NothingToLose' 'NothingToLose'  That has to be the only e-mail address I will ever remember.  And he was good too.  Nice dick.  Not much to look at otherwise, but he certainly had a big beautiful dick.  And a man of few words too.  Just how I like them.  And one of the few men I ever invited back.  Was it three times?  Or four?  And then I saw him at Lowe's that day.  How fucking weird was that?  Hey!  Wait a minute.  Isn't he the only man; that I've had, that I later categorically recognised, in public?  I do believe he is.''
    ''Talk about weird.  That dude.  Wow!  Do I have a child back in Champaign?  I mean, he got up so fast and ran out to his car.  And I did not hear him spit.  I suppose he could have.  But the windows were open.  You'd think I would have heard him spit it out, if he had.  And the way his face looked.  He didn't swallow it.  It looked like he was just holding it.''  She thought, in reference to a man that had performed oral sex on her, and whom she speculated had saved her sperm.
    ''That guy was weird too.  I mean, who says that?  Repeatedly.  And during the actual act.  I like sucking cock too, but to say; 'I love these things.' over and over again.  I..... don't know.  And no recip either.  And he had a great body.  Man!  Did I ever want him.  And who would have thought it?  The first two guys I think of are guys that serviced me.  Ninety nine percent of the time it was the other way around.  Hmph.''
    ''No no no.  Mr. President.  I'm calling that straight up bull shit.  Oral sex is sex.  Whomever is giving or receiving notwithstanding.  Is is.  And in the spirit of full disclosure they too must be counted.''  She thought, after it occurred to her that probably somewhere around half of the hundred or so paramours she had been with at Margaret's had engaged in oral sex only.  Then, as her thoughts meandered amongst the litany of memories of 'oral only' fellows she began to see the development of a pattern that very quickly inspired an epiphany.
    ''That's how it happened!  Of course!  It was all those times I had multiple lovers in the same day.  How many were there?  How many times?  At least ten.  And that was with two.  There were two other times I had three lovers in one day.  I distinctly remember those two days.  But that's more than twenty five men right there.  More than twenty five percent of the total.  Wow!  That's how it happened.''
    Soon, the thread of her thoughts led her to recall how, for a brief time, her behavior of having multiple lovers in one day had been a matter of some concern to her.  ''And just how did I reconcile myself with this behavior?''  She thought now.  She knew something had happened. It wasn't' a matter of concern any longer.  But it didn't happen as often either.  If she had a man over and was still unfulfilled when he left she simply invited someone else over.  She did not always succeed, however, at winning the affections of yet another man, given the vicissitudes of online dating.  But, if she were so inclined, she would attempt to, and without reservation.
    ''Oh yeah!  That's right.''  She thought, with a smile, upon recalling how at a certain point during her 'Golden Age' she had come to the realisation that her sexual proclivities were evolving beyond accepting very nearly every solicitation for sex; of which many were for oral sex only and the vast majority of which entailed her as the 'givER' of said act which she thoroughly enjoyed performing however, but to accepting only those solicitations that categorically included, but were not necessarily limited to, actual intercourse.
    ''Not all of them were at Margaret's place per se.  I traveled a few times.  Six or seven?  I think.  Christmas that year!  Yeah.  One of the few times EVER that I topped.  What a little cutie he was.  The first of only three Asian guys I've been with.  He had the smallest penis I've ever seen.  And I traveled for one of the other Asian guys too, didn't I?  Wow!  Was that ever a weird evening?  A Dom Asian top.  A white chub sub.  And me, a white TS bottom.  He was small too, but he certainly knew how to use it.  Making that dude crawl; blindfolded, and 'Clean-up' as it were, and drink from the dog's dish.....  Glad I got out of there when I did.   Then there was that flamboyant top who had the penis piercing.  He had a nice fat one.  Did me right there on his living room floor.  And he wanted me to clean up the little bit of 'Santorum' left behind.  Fuck him. Got out of there too.  Then there was that black guy; oral only, who kept his face hidden under a blanket.  Ummm.  He had a big one too.  I should have told him I jizzed on his blanket.  And who could forget the traveling sales guy with the beer can sized girth who bought me dinner.  Was that prostitution?  Who cares.  And the young guy with the basement apartment.  Yeah!  I haven't thought of him in a long time.  Now he was fucking good.  I had to tap out.  But I finished him with my mouth.  Thats right.  So it was all good.  And who else?  There's one more.....  Oh yeah!  The glory hole guy.  Nice big penis.  And we somehow managed to flip flop through a hole in a sheet.  Damn.  And then, after several attempts, I finally convinced him to visit me.  He was all top that night.  And no stupid glory hole either.  And he was damn good too, as I recall.  And now I've come full circle.  I'm back off the road.  Back to Margaret's place.''
    For a few more moments she continued to reminisce.  In the back of her mind, however, a new idea was germinating apace and she began to summarily dismiss the memories of a long succession of former lovers as being unworthy of even a moment's consideration.  Then, suddenly, with a mind to dispense with self-imposed formalities she sprang from her chair with the intent of retrieving her ipad and hopefully forming a new memory.

The End