I guess from the moment I opened the penthouse magazine and saw a layout of
my first transsexual, I knew I would one day be in love with a she male. There was nothing more sexy in my mind than a woman/man in one body. I was never gay, at least in the traditional sense. I just found myself unable to resist a man with breast or a woman with a penis. Is that so weird?
It was maybe five years after I saw that article that I met my first she male. I was doing a weekend gig at a lesbian wedding, the groom in a tux the bride in a gown and the families torn by the whole thing. One family hated and was embarrassed by the whole affaire, the other, copped a se la vie attitude. Being the DJ, I was in the middle, trying to satisfy all parties.
The crowd was mixed, men with men and women in flannel with women. I did not ask noir did I tell as I was well paid to do this. Out of the crowd, a slim and quite obvious she male appeared and made a request. I was in a sort of comfort zone, being in an all gay crowd, so I immediately played her/his
request. She was on the dance floor dancing alone, which I found tragic. Quickly I qu ed another song and with great embarrassments and fear joined her on the dance floor. W e moved silently to the tune and I excused myself at the end, to make the segue to the next song.
I found myself quite aroused and unsatisfied. As I continued to play music,
she eventually came over and asked to look over my selections. I obliged and acted as nonshalont as I could with a boner and she seemed to be relaxed with the situation. I have to tell you my libido was at an all time high and I was so afraid she would know it. She pick a couple songs but seemed to be milling around on purpose. Not that I minded, the others seemed to be indifferent.
We struck up a real conversation as I attended to the music and I found out
she was named Michelle. A name I had secretly loved since the Beatles song. Finally I decided it was fairly apparent she was not put off by me, so I asked if she would like to have diner or coffee or drinks sometime? She gave me an award winning smile and said that would be lovely. I was not from the area, in fact I had driven in some sixty miles for the gig so I decided to press my luck and ask if she was busy after the wedding? My heart was in my throat, both because of her potential answer and my inner response to my desires.She must have sensed my situation and said, can I take you to a favorite bar later? I just smiled and nodded.
After the bride threw the bouquet, which was scrambled after by all the men
in the room, the party wound down and I began to pack up. Michelle eventually appeared, relieving my anxiety and asked if she could help. I declined yet she still wound up the speaker wires, giving me a great view of her rear end. I have to say I was in a state of arousal, different from any I had known.
I followed her to a nearby lounge and parked, she told me this was a very mellow venue and I would be at ease. I guess she knew more about me than I did myself...Inside there was a duo performing. A female impersonator singing and a very gay piano player. The crowd was mixed, some couples, some singles and a few straights. I guess at the moment I felt like the gays. We had a couple martinis and got acquainted and never once discussed our sexuality, which I felt very good about because I might have freaked. As the night wore on, somehow we kissed and then kissed some more, I found myself infatuated with her.
Michelle eventually suggested we go back to her place, since we both lived so far apart.. I was quite agreeable. I have a roommate she warned me and I said, is that a problem? She smiled and said , not for me, if it is not for you. So we caravanned over several blocks to her place, the whole time I was nursing a near full on woodie.At the door we stopped and kissed deeply and I felt my hard on nearly break. She unlocked the door and there was her roommate, Kate, also a very sexual transsexual. I nearly busted a load right then, one was more than I could conceive of, two was a miracle.
Let me stop and explain to you how sexually aroused I become by the thought
of a transsexual woman/Man. I can't explain the physics but I find them more attractive than any woman on the big screen. My skivies rise in anticipation of a possible encounter, I have dreamed of this night for years, this is a small representation of my sexual desire for these women
Anyway. Michelle introduced me to Abigail and I tried my best to behave, I was so enthralled with Michelle, I almost could ignore Abigail. W e all sat and chatted and had another couple martinis, now I was at critical launch stage, if you catch my drift. I finally took the bull by the horns and kissed Michelle deeply and felt her up, her firm ass, her strong body and her overall package. Abigail took the hint and disappeared and we kept getting deeper in passion. I kissed her, she kissed me back, I Felt her bottom, she felt my hard on and so on. We ended up in the sack, and at some point I had the most delicious moment of my life, she let me suck her cock and eventually came in my mouth. I enjoyed each second of it and will tell you more later darlings.....