a brown man visits his west coast friend
I have always been a straight guy as far as I know. Married for over 15 years and never strayed once. Sometime during my life i began to wonder what it would be like to suck another guys cock and be penetrated. Guys don't turn me on, I tried fantasizing but the reality of hairy blokes just left me cold.
A few years ago I met someone online who said they were a transexual and I realised that I was attracted to the male genitals when surrounded by the female form.
I was very tense as I rang the number from my mobile, I had just flown into Portland on the pretense of attending some random person's wedding. I was seated in my car and my throat was dry and I was shaking. The phone was answered and the person on the other end had a husky male voice softened by a deep yearning to sound female. He gave me directions and we set a time for later that day.
I had struggled to find the address and when I did eventually park, the row of shops looked very forbidding, seedy and slightly run down. It felt as if the world was watching me as I climbed out of the car and I almost threw up in my mouth from dread laced with excitement.
I knocked and was ushered in to a small apartment. My date was taller than me. He was hefty, white with long plastic-looking blond hair and was wearing black stockings over unshaven legs with a matching bra and panties. His arms were muscular and scarred. I didn't dare stare at him so just asked if I could use the bathroom first. When I emerged he showed me into a small bedroom which was lit with a red light and told me to take my clothes off.
After watching me stumble out of my pants, he asked me to get on the bed and lie face down, he was going to give me a massage to help me relax. I felt his weight on my buttocks and the warmth of his thighs around my waist. There was a squeezing sound from a plastic tube and oil dribbled onto my back. Having his rough, hairy hands work over my body was incredibly sensual, really hot as his hands glided over my buttocks and moved close to my groin. I was happy to just lie there and relax as he talked to me about the forum and how he had been so nervous about meeting me while his truckdriver partner was away.
He abruptly stopped the banter and putting his full weight on my shoulders asked me what I wanted to do with him. His voice had changed from a faltering falsetto to a smooth baritone. He began to explain that cissexual people feel the sexual anatomy they were born with is right for them and thus do not need to transition and that cissexualism is the opposite of transsexualism. He told me that he was not gay and was not a crossdresser.
I tried to interrupt and and explain why I had come, that I had no interest in these labels. He continued, ignoring my attempt to turn over and get off the bed. He told me that he was a woman and that his having a penis made no difference. He said his husband's having a vagina did not negate the fact that she was a man. I tried to stop him again to explain that I didn't care, but he kept talking.
Now he was talking about genderqueers, androgynes and bigenders. I struggled again, and moved to stop him. I pushed with all my might and toppled him from atop my body.
"Look, I just came to get a picture of your dick. You said you'd show me your dick and let me take a picture of it. I didn't know if it was in a jar or still on your body", I said, stammering a bit at the end as I trailed off with my head down.
He looked at me, the eye liner from his left eye streaking down his face, his lipstick smeared to one side. Without saying a word he began peeling down his panties, exposing a section of white tape. I knew what was coming next and asked if I could get my camera. He began to say something, tilting his head to once side, but thought better of it as he winced and began pulling the tape off of what proved to be a large dangling member about 7 inches in length. His testicles seemed to have stretch marks on them and were shaved clean with a few bits of stubble.
A flash of light briefly lit up the room followed by another and another. He stood there blinking with his arms crossed. I asked if if there was a computer to upload these to the forum where we'd met and he pointed across the room.
