Mike's gay and transgendered experience's part 15.
Please go read 1 -- 14 before reading this one.
A few months down the road and my coning out.
I have been with David for five months now and things are going well. We have developed a stronger bond and desire for one another and have spent a large amount of time together building our relationship. We are at the point of being together, that unless something out of the ordinary happens, I suspect this will continue moving forwards. I realize that if we are going to move forward and keep dating him, it's time for me to come out and tell my family and friends that I am dating a man. My first few calls -- as nerve racking and uneasy as they were -- were to close family. See my parents passed in a tragic car crash right after I graduated Highschool, so I didn't have them with me anymore. However, I have Aunt's and Uncle's, Cousin's and distant relatives that I still speak with who need to know. Most of them were receptive and open in listening to me tell them. And even if they didn't want to hear it, or didn't like it, they wished David and I the best. My bigger concern was telling my friends and co-workers that I was dating a man. I decided it would be best to have one big function to tell them all in one fell swoop, versus trying to tell them individually. I planned a dinner at the local restaurant for about 15 people and brought David with me. As my guests started to arrive, I introduced David as a friend. After a few drinks and the main course of dinner was over, it was my time to reveal my secret. I stood up from the table, gaining everyone's attention. I was so nervous that my stomach was doing flips, my hands shaking like a leaf on a tree and I had to clear my throat a few times before I said to them;
"Guys I brought you all here for an announcement. This may come as a shock to some of you considering my history with women, but I have been dating David for 5 months now. We met about 7 months ago, he was a customer of mine at the coffee shop and after a many chats and a couple of nice dinners, we fell for each other and started an on-going relation. I wanted to tell you all in person, versus the phone and by text."
The looks on their faces was priceless. Some were excited and happy for me, for us, while some seemed angry or confused. David and I sat together, holding hands and conversing with everyone who wanted to talk or ask us questions. As the night progressed some of my friends pulled me aside to speak one on one. I talked further with them individually, doing my best to let them know how this situation developed. Some of the questions were rather erotic. My friend Mindy pulled me to the side and asked me; "Do you like sucking dick and do you swallow?" "Yes, and Yes." I replied.
The girls seemed to ask the most erotic and sexual question. I guess because they are more open to homosexuality and of course, they knew what it's like to get dick. I knew more questions were coming from everyone. And I knew some of my male fiends were going to call me and be like... Really dude? But all in all, it was a relief to finally be out and to finally let the world know I was in a gay relationship. After the initial adrenaline and anxiety wore off and my body came down from that emotion roller caster ride, I actually found myself at peace. I was also a bit horny sitting around, holding hands with David, talking about him and sharing some intimate details about us. I had a few drinks in me, but surely wasn't drunk, but the more the night went on and the more I was saying over and over to people that I was crazy about him, the more turned on I became. I was practically walking around with a semi hard on, because I knew at that moment that I was comfortable admitting I was dating a man. More importantly I was loving cock and was surely going to keep moving forward with this. We were past the proverbial, "passing phase; or FWB'S situation," and I couldn't get enough of him or his dick. As I explained to many of the female friends, there was no other felling like it when he's on top of me or behind me, sliding his cock in and out of my ass, giving me feelings, pleasures, emotions and desires I had never felt before. There was no doubt this was a great coming out party but I was so ready to go home and suck on his dick.
When David and I got into his car and started to drive, I finally got to that moment of that deep releasing breath, just letting everything that transpired through the night drift away. I took a few long deep breaths and thanked David for his support. I held his hand as he began driving us home. In my mind I finally felt free. I felt open and I felt that the weight of the world had been lifted of off my shoulders. I was out! I was in a gay relationship! I was falling for the man siting next to me! And to be honest, I was happy. I don't know if it was my acceptance of our relationship. The night itself. My commitment to him. The excitement of having a boyfriend -- something I never had before - or because I had just told my closest friends, or just because I want his cock in me, but I was beyond horny and couldn't wait to get home and suck him off and get fucked.
After a few blocks I slid David's hand from the center arm rest and placed it on my crotch. I guided him up and down over my dick and balls as I looked over at him. When I pulled my hand way from his, he kept rubbing up and down as thoughts of ecstasy ran through my mind. I just wanted him to play with me. I wanted him to be sucking me, I wanted his cock deep in my ass and I wanted to cum so bad. As we continued driving, I watched David as his hand kept rubbing up and down over me. I was starting to get hard and needed more. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants edging then down a bit, pulling my semi hard cock out of my underwear. David's hand grabbed my shaft and slowly stroked me as I closed my eyes and drifted off into fantasy. I thought of all the times, I had my hand around his shaft stroking him off, sucking on his cock, sucking on Sara's cock, and Enna's cock. How much I loved being fucked in the ass. The feeling of holding is cock as he ejaculated in my hand. I was getting really hard and ready for more. I pushed David's hand aside, spit on and licked my left palm a few times, reached down and started jacking myself off in his car. I watched my hand sliding up and down my shaft time and time again, squeezing my tip. The erotic feelings it sent through me, the sensualness of stroking my cock thinking of him, all while knowing he was watching me. Wanting so bad to be sucking his cock, or feeling him inside me.
When we pulled up at the next traffic light, there were people waiting for the bus. I boldly rolled down my window and yelled out to them; "This is my boyfriend David. I'm crazy about him and I love his cock."
David embarrassingly, pulled forwards and turned the corner right away, giggling at my seemingly drunk -- yet just high on life -- verbose statement. I sat in the passenger seat just stroking myself off. I am free I yelled out in the car. I whispered dirty erotic statements to David as he drove, such things as;
"David...
"Yes Mike." He replied.
I want to suck your cock right now!"
(I never did ask him, but I bet David had to have been getting so hard and so turned on as he watched me jacking off.)
