(not a lot of detailed sex, just setting the story for chapter 9, the true start of becoming a cock sucker)
After Jillian and I split, I went back to my usual self. I chalked things up to an experience, a want, and something I felt I needed to do. And I had achieved it. But it was time to move forward. I joined every dating site I could find online, seeking women. I found myself chatting with women, occasionally having a date, but never developing anything further or worth noting. I wasn't too concerned with it, I still felt I needed more experience with dick but had confined myself to believing if it was meant to be, then it would happen. But if I was going back to dating women, I needed to get back out there and find one that fit my needs.
I remember Jillian telling me she had been on "those types of dating sites," and I recalled her saying that if it was a shemale, the face picture would be really close up, but any full body pictures would be very distant, as not to reveal the manly physique or to show a possible bulge.
I was thumbing through profiles one evening and ran across a Filipina woman named Geenah's profile. Right off the bat, I could see her main profile picture was way up close and everything else was from a distance, in a dirty, dusty mirror, so you couldn't see her body very well. I wrote to her because I thought she may have been a shemale. Plus, I always had an interest in Asian women anyway, and within a day or so, she replied.
We chatted back and forth on the site for a while, until we felt comfortable enough to exchange numbers. We texted back and forth getting to know one another and on occasion, I'd look at her profile again, to see if she had uploaded any newer pictures. One day there was a new picture of her and I guess some co-workers, and even though she was turned a bit sideways, I saw a small bulge and believed there was a dick in those pants and not a pussy. Or at least I suspected that.
When the time came for us to speak on the phone, I didn't mention it, I just kept the conversations going developing an interest in one another and getting to know more about each other. But after a few other conversations, I had to see if she was, but without being forward and asking. I asked her several times to tell me something different about her than any other woman. Or in essence, what was special about her? She beat around the bush for a while trying to list off work qualifications, that she was born in the Philippines, worked at the hospital, etc. But I kept pushing because I believed she was and, I just wanted her to admit it.
Finally, she said to me, "Well, before we meet, I guess I should tell you I am Trans. I don't know if you know what that means. I was born a boy, but live as a woman."
At this time the word Trans, or Transgendered had taken the place of Shemale. I knew what she meant and advised her it didn't bother me because I had dated trans girls before (I fibbed a bit) and we moved forward in conversations.
We met for dinner a week later and had a wonderful evening. Geenah was very attractive. She was only 5'7, very thin build with broad shoulders, and had breasts that were a bit big for her physique. She had long black hair, thin fingers, spoke very deeply, but feminine, and had an ass that was rounded. Nothing much happened through dinner, or after outside of the usual first date procedure, but I felt something more was going to happen.
Geenah lived just outside of a bad part of town, in a newly redeveloped area, with rows of thin, tall, townhouses. The first few times I went there I was very uncomfortable. One because of the neighborhood and two, her place was so dark and dreary with blankets over the windows, and very unique furniture, that was set up so oddly in this small thin building.
The first time we had sex was the third time I saw her. We didn't go out; she had just invited me to her place. After watching a bit of some Filipino movie, she put on we started kissing and touching. It wasn't long until her face was between my legs with my hard dick in her mouth. I followed suit and sucked her dick until she came. We lay around for a while after, but then I kind of got the hint it was time for me to leave. So, I excused myself and left.
Every time I was there it seemed we only had sex in the front room, or the second bedroom. I guess I should have seen through all of this at the time, but my focus was on sucking dick and getting my dick sucked than the obvious signs I should have noticed.
Geenah was weird when it came to conversation and sharing emotions or thoughts. I just drew up her wording and communication to a breakdown of two different upbringings and her nationality. She was always nice and pleasant, but I would truly define her as a man. I know that sounds contradictory since she lived as a woman, but it seemed when she wanted her dick sucked, I got the call, but as far as developing anything more in terms of a relationship, I didn't get the call.
Sexually, I was having fun. I liked her dick. It was sexy. It was smooth and shaved. Had a nice round tip. It was only about 4 and a half inches long, but was thicker than anything I had seen before and I liked sucking on it. I could take every bit of it into my mouth without even coming close to gagging and she was always very forward and very aggressive when she wanted it. I was just happy I had found someone with dick again and was getting more experience. As much as I could boldly suggest I was on my way to being "gay," I was still being very secretive, very discreet, still interested in women, albeit I was sucking cock, and I surely wasn't letting anyone know I was involved with someone who had a dick. My passion for gay sex, and sucking dick, superseded my cognitive thoughts, and on many occasions, when she would call, I'd be driving down there to suck her off and get sucked off.
Geenah and I developed what I later termed the "occasional sexcapades." It seemed every 10 or 12 days I'd end up going to her place, or her to mine, we'd fool around, suck each other's dick, and then leave for the night. She never asked me to spend the night, never volunteered to spend the night by me and there would be times I didn't hear from her for a week or two, only to get a text message apologizing to me, with some excuse about having to work double shifts or family problems. We never went out, never really dated, in the aspect of the word, and only spent time together fucking, like a friends-with-benefits situation would be. I really didn't care. I wasn't necessarily trying to build some in-depth relationship with her, at that point. But, in my mind, I kept thinking that if I was going to change sides and date someone with a dick permanently, I needed something more than this.
I'll be honest and admit Geenah was the first person to truly fuck me. To be inside of me pumping away. And In turn, I began fucking her as well. It was weeks into our relationship when she put me on my knees and slid her dick inside of me, staying hard long enough to finish. The problem with it wasn't that I was being fucked, or the thickness of her dick, it was that she would cum fast during penetration. I'd usually only get 2 or 3 minutes of being penetrated, until she got off. Whereas, I would be in her for 10 to 15 minutes, depending on foreplay, until I would cum in her. Moreover, as exciting as it was to finally be fucked, I was still scared and very leery of it.
