After my first oral sex night with Christian, I couldn't have wanted him more. We were like two teenagers blowing up each other's phones, communicating at lightning speed. Undoubtedly, he was into me just as much as I was into him. I kept re-living our passion in the front seat of his car, how I wanted to suck his dick while he was sucking mine. I know I have said it before, and I'll repeat it again: I don't know where things changed for me. But I had long let go of wanting women; all I wanted was dick.
It was something so enlightening, so erotic, so taboo, so different to want to be giving head versus eating pussy. And I became very accustomed to it with John that It was almost second nature to be on my knees or bent over sucking his cock, while mine would be hard in anticipation of getting it back. Maybe that was it. The anticipation of knowing a blow job was coming in return. And, of course, all the times that I was on my knees being fucked by Claire had opened the door to a whole new, wild sex life I would have never fathomed in my younger years.
It's almost as if I desired to be pounded in the ass. As if it was the only thing that got me off. Most men probably can't even imagine being on their knees while a dick slides in and out of them because they can only imagine doing it to a woman. But I can tell you - at least from my point of view -how erotic, sensational, and arousing it is knowing my lover's dick was deep inside of me, making me feel more like a woman than most women probably do. Especially anal, because it's so taboo, to begin with.
As time continued and as my experiences developed more, well past the trans women, the feeling of knowing I brought my lover to orgasm and feeling his cum fill my mouth and then have it slide down my throat was so wild and stimulating. I just wanted it over and over again. To know, I made him cum. To know it was my mouth, my tongue or even my hands that got him off was like winning a prize. I had done it. I made it happen, and all those nights of using my toys, videos, and my imagination set me on a path to homosexuality I could never escape from.
Christian and I continued seeing each other over the next few weeks, and each time we were together, we'd have oral sex. Each time we did, the nerves would lessen. The fears and newness of our situation would ease, and each time, I got more and more in tune with sucking him off. But we hadn't crossed the line for anal. And strikingly, as much as I like it in the ass and wanted to be fucked, I had such a strong urge to fuck him. I wanted to see his hard dick lying across the lower part of his stomach as my dick slid in and out of him, only to climb on top of him and let him slide his hard dick deep inside of me. It wasn't long after that my wishes became a reality, and we took the next step forward in our relationship.
Christian had come over Thursday night after work. I ordered some Chinese food, and after eating, we sat on the couch watching TV. It was a quiet, pleasant night, where we enjoyed our time together and were basking in the warmth of being together and hanging out. As the show we watched progressed, my hormones got the better of me, and I placed my left hand on his right thigh, just holding it there, showing him affection. But as the minutes went by, I subconsciously started gliding my hand up and down his thigh.
What I didn't realize was that as I was doing it, my hand was edging closer and closer to his crotch. As much as I was content with him just being there, somewhere deep inside of me, I wanted his dick. My hand ended up rubbing over his dick in between his leg for a while, and I knew he was getting tuned on. By now, my dick was hard in my pants, and I wanted him more than I could have imagined. He took the initiative and opened his pants up and unzipped his zipper. My hand slid down into his underwear, where I took a good firm grip of his partially hand dick, just holding it in his hand while my thumb rolled over the tip of his dick, tantalizing him even more. I pulled his dick upright and was slowly jacking him off, feeling him getting harder and harder in my hand.
His arm reached across my body, and his hand rubbed up and down over my dick as I spread my legs. As I was holing and lightly stroking his dick, his hand was sliding up and down over me until I copied his actions and opened and unzipped my pants. His hand slid down into my boxers, and we both sat there, just smiling at each other while we were both giving each other soft, slow, erotic hand jobs.
I edged in closer, and we kissed softly and slowly. Just one of those soft - not entirely - fully engaged kisses, but yet enough to make us both know that this moment would be something more between us. I watched my hand slowly slide up and down over his dick as best I could without it being lubed up, and I could feel his hand repeating the same motion on mine. It was beyond erotic to be in the quiet of my house, our lust developing while softly playing with each other's dicks. I was so turned on and excited to be there in the heat of the moment, just taking our time as our passions increased.
