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With a tip of the hat to Tom of Finland
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Hansl was fully taken with just trying to catch his next breath, as the muscular man on top of him grasped his throat with a beefy hand and controlled the airflow. Crushing the smaller and much younger man under him, the big bruiser lay on top of Hansl and thrust up inside him again and again and again. Tensing and jerking, the bruiser came, and with a deep sigh of victory, he rolled off to the side, leaving Hansl on his back beside him, gasping for breath. His hand went immediately to Hansl's snatch, exploring the difference in it, in its spread and the puffiness of the folds between pre- and post-coitus. Hansl moaned in response to the exploring fingers. His folds were spread and fingers were penetrating his passage, sliding through cum, testing the man's new experience of fucking a male-to-female surgically provided cunt.
The completion of the surgery was so recent and Hansl had been given so little psychological support for the transformation that he had considered changing his gender words yet.
The attack, not the first one, had come in the dark of the night. The man had sniffed around Hansl for so long, intrigued in what Hansl had become, that, now that he'd gotten him into bed, he wanted it all, again and again, and Hansl, long anticipating this as well, just lay there, knees hooked on the big man's hips and fingertips pressing into the man's bulging biceps, and took the vigorous thrusting inside him, the release, the holding in suspension, the penetration again, the humping, the second release.
This was what Hansl had wanted out of making this transformation as well. Gerhardt went to sleep almost immediately after the taxing sex and pos-coitus fingering. It took Hansl longer.
Gerhardt's snoring woke up the willowy, blond, twenty-year-old Hansl an hour after dawn. Hunky Gerhardt, in his late twenties and well-honed by hard manual work, lay naked, flat on his back on the bed. Hansl turned on his side and looked at his mother's boyfriend. The man had finally gotten what he wanted from Hansl, his curiosity satiated. The young man had wondered for some time if the truck driver, younger than Hansl's mother--halfway between her age and Hansl's--showed up here to fuck his mother or because he was really sniffing after Hansl and the variety that Hansl represented. Not that Hansl's mother wasn't good-looking enough for a young, muscled-up truck driver to want to fuck, of course. But now Hansl knew that the man wanted to fuck younger men too--and younger men built like Hansl now was.
His mother was off in Frankfurt, buying cameras for her shop in Freudenstadt, and still, knowing she wouldn't be there, Gerhardt had shown up, bringing whiskey, and sharing that with Hansl. The younger man had had no illusions about what the truck driver had come for, taking every advantage of seeing Hansl in the nude, and following months of pressure, Hansl's defenses were giving out. He hadn't been holding Gerhardt off because he was a man or because he wasn't sexy and arousing; it had only been because he was Hansl's mother's boyfriend. It would be a betrayal of her to give into the man. But Hansl was weary of the resistance. He knew when Gerhardt showed up that evening that he'd be giving in.
He also found Gerhardt to be a big-cocked hunk. It was the chance of having a big bruiser like Gerhardt between his legs, inside two, not just one passages, that had encouraged Hansl to go through with the transformation.
A couple of hours drinking and watching football matches together on the sofa in front of the TV and Gerhardt wheedling Hansl about, "Slide your panties off. No, let me do it. Shit, just like a woman's. Let me touch it. Does it really make you feel like a woman?" and a half-drunk and half-wanting Hansl spreading his legs open, turning his thighs out to give full access, and letting the man play in the folds with his fingers, and then Gerhart was on top of Hansl and inside him, and Hansl was beyond the stage of struggling against the bigger, much more muscular man. He lay stretched out on the sofa, back propped up on a sofa arm, and let the man pin him down, penetrate his surgically constructed cunt, and fuck him.
The moment the big cock slid into his snatch, Hansl surrendered with a sigh, spreading his legs wider, relaxing, feeling the shaft sink in deeper.
Hansl couldn't deny that he wanted this from men--and that Gerhardt was all man. The man had been fascinated with the changes made with the young man--now a fully transformed T-girl, although not emotionally transformed, at least yet, enough to want to be called a "she" rather than a "he." The truck driver had delighted on sucking on the nipples of Hansl's pert new breasts and with playing in the folds of his new vagina, first with his fingers, then with his tongue, and, finally, with his dick.
"It's not like it's really you--that you're really giving something God-given up," he'd cajoled Hansl. "It just something the doctors had made for you for men like me to play with."
Hansl hadn't objected to that. He, indeed, had gone through the transformation because he wanted to be a woman for men sexually in the usual way. He even wanted to be with Gerhardt in this way. He just didn't want to do this to his mother, who he'd been part of doing it to her before. Hansl's father was long gone and his mother had gone through a succession of possible mates since then. One had been instrumental in convincing Hansl he wanted to be with men but had also caused Hansl to leave at eighteen and go to sea in the navy. That experience, of being used by men at sea, convinced Hansl he wanted to be transformed, though, and he'd come back for that surgery and to live with his mother and work in her shop.
Once having gotten Hansl under control and participating in the sex, Gerhardt had happily lapped at the vestigial penis clit at the head of the folds to hear Hansl pant and moan--and to have the young man come for him. He had made a big production of getting his shaft in the surgically provided cunt, playing in the folds of the snatch with the cap of his cock, teasing it, and sighing and groaning himself when he discovered that, yes, it did slide inside and function sheathed in the natural way. After that, it was much the same fuck as if he was screwing a woman, except that when Gerhardt turned Hansl and slid up into his ass, he found that passage more accommodating and accustomed to the cock than with most women. This was where Hansl took it before the transformation. Once Gerhardt was mounted on Hansl, inside him with that big cock of his, and moving his hips, forward and back, fucking Hansl deep, the young man couldn't help himself. With whimper and moans, he dug his fingernails into the stud's biceps and set his pelvis in motion, going with the fuck.
This was what Hansl wanted. This was why he had transformed. Having a man inside his anal channel wasn't nearly as satisfying as inside a vaginal passage. He wanted it from a man of his own, though, not someone who also had done or was doing his mother.
When they'd moved the action into the bedroom--on Hansl's bed because he balked at doing it in his mother's bed--Hansl was as much into the fuck as Gerhardt was. Delighted he'd finally gotten him, Gerhardt fucked Hansl throughout the night, turning him after the variety of the lady fuck had worn off and entering him the former way, in the ass, and fucking him there too.
But it wasn't right. Not because it was male-on-male action, but because Gerhardt was Hansl's mom's young boyfriend. It wasn't fair to her. It needed to stop. Once she'd tossed Gerhardt out, then Hansl wouldn't feel so bad about going with the hunk. But would she believe Hansl if he told her her young boyfriend was fucking him too? Whether or not she believed it just from what Hansl claimed, would she do anything about it? And would it further ruin her own self-esteem. Hadn't his father done enough damage to her in that realm? Did he have to contribute to that as well?
