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All the usual disclaimers about being my own work.
If you are underage, don't read this.
**************
Me and Tom
It's quite pleasant as I sit here in the early morning quiet. I got
up earlier
thausual because I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep for thinking of
him.
I dress in my royal blue satin nightgown and matching panties. The
nightgown
had spaghetti straps and a lattice tie in the back. It falls almost
to the
floor. I add my blue-on-white cameo earrings and white-on-blue cameo
ring.
Feeling a little over the top, I add my pearl solitaire ring and my
diamond and
pearl ring that he gave me. I slip on the crotchless pantyhose that I
wore
that evening and step into my royal blue 4-inch catch-me-fuck-me heels
(God, I
wish he were here to catch me and fuck me right now!). Since it is a
little
cool, I don my Earth Angel bathrobe covered with pink roses.
Walking in very small steps (can't run in 4-inch heels) I left my
bedroom and
went into the living room. We made love there. Memories of that
evening and
the next morning sweep over me. I need a drink. There's champagne in
the
refrigerator.
Tom and I have been seeing each other for a while. We met almost by
chance in
a gay bar. It was by chance because I don't usually frequent gay
bars. It was
ALMOST by chance because that evening I had decided to stay as open as
I could
to any possibility. I could never have imagined that Tom would be
that
possibility.
We met in what I assume is a fairly normal way. He said HI, I said
Hi. We
talked a little and he suggested that we go someplace more private. I
almost
panicked, but went with him. He was 2-3 inches taller than I. When
we were in
a more private place he turned, leaned down, and kissed me. That kiss
is what
did me in.
After making out and getting totally steamed up, Tom gave me a
blowjob. At
first it was just that, a blowjob, As he worked, though, I felt so at
ease and
at peace with him that I relaxed and had the best orgasm of my life.
Then he
sat back and looked at me. It was my turn..
I didn't usually go to gay bars because I didn't consider my self
either
homosexual or bi-sexual. I had never sucked a cock before. Tom would
be my
first.
I leaned over and played with his cock. He gently guided my head
toward it and
told me what to do. Under his expert tutelage I quickly learned to
give a
pretty decent blowjob. Practice would make perfect and soon I became
a first
class cocksucker. But it was only Tom's cock that I sucked.
Our relationship grew beyond that first encounter and we soon began
dating on a
regular basis. I had been a closet crossdresser for most of my life
and that
fact soon became known to Tom. I wasn't sure how he would react to
the idea,
but felt that I needed to share that with him anyway.
To my delight, Tom doesn't care how I dress or generally act, as long
as I
remain a boy when the time comes. He doesn't want me taking hormones,
getting
breast implants, or losing my cock in what he calls institutional
self-mutilation. That works for me. Soon I was dressing as a girl
every time
we were together. We even started going out with me dressed en femme.
I am
not a beautiful woman, but I pass muster for a first glance.
That brings us to that evening.
We had been away together at a conference that he attended as part of
his work.
I had traveled with him en femme and participated peripherally in
some of the
events of the conference. We drove up and back. Tom took charge, as
a man
should, and I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of mild submission that I
often
felt when dressed en femme around him. We made love a few times
during the
trip but hadn't tried to push any envelopes beyond what we were doing
just by
my attire and presence.
We had returned home to my apartment. He was sitting in my dining
room sipping
a glass of wine, watching me put things away and start to make us
something to
eat. I always enjoy his attention, but this time something was
different.
Finally I asked him what was the matter.
Tom told me that he really liked the way I had handled myself during
our trip.
I had gotten in character as a woman and stayed there, even though a
couple of
potentially tense moments. Re was really beginning to like being with
me when
I was en femme (I'm not sure what he felt otherwise). He still wanted
me as a
boy in bed, where things counted, but he liked me as a woman every
place else.
I wasn't sure just how to take his comments, but I was glad to take
then as
approval and license to continue. I flushed with embarrassment but
said
nothing beyond a quiet "Thank you."
As I continued to work in the kitchen, Tom slipped up behind me and
put his
arms around me, nuzzling my neck. I smelled his aftershave and felt
the room
start to reel. He turned me around and kissed me as deeply as he ever
had.
This was the kiss that drew me in at first. He had me at that kiss.
Our passion grew predictably greater and soon he was feeling my body
all over.
I often wear an unpadded bra around the house and the constant gentle
pressure
had started to make my chest form into what could be considered small
breasts.
Certainly I had what would appear to be A cup breasts whenever I wore
the bra
and they were noticeable enough that I couldn't go out wearing the bra
under my
clothing if I wished to be seen as a man.
Tom's hands roamed to my chest and began playing with my "breasts." I
slipped
deeper into the ecstasy of the moment and knew that there was no
stopping now,
even if I had wanted to stop. He kneaded my breasts and started
tweaking my
nipples, just beginning to become noticeable through my bra cup. I
was
starting to lose touch with reality.
We moved quickly to the bedroom and stripped. Tom asked me to keep on
the
crotchless pantyhose I was wearing and began rubbing his hands over my
smoothly
shaved legs through the sheer stockings. I was in heaven!
Soon he was working my crotch, kissing and sucking my cock in such a
sweet way.
He nibbled gently at the head and ran his tongue around the head and
all up
and down the shaft. He was being so gentle! Shortly he had me in his
mouth
and was working my cock over with his tongue with a vengeance. This,
of
course, only enflamed my own passions and I wanted to play, too. I
maneuvered
until I could get to his crotch at the same time and started working
on him.
Soon we were locked in a 69 position and gently pleasuring each other.
Tom took me to the brink 2 or 3 times before he stopped. He never let
me cum,
though. Then he pulled me up to his face and began kissing me again.
Tom held
me close and rolled over on his back. I understood his intentions: I
was to
ride him this time.
I am a pretty solid Bottom. I like getting my cock sucked, I like
sucking cock
a LOT, I LOVE getting fucked! Tom wanted me to mount his from on top
and to
take control.
I asked him to get me ready, which he proceeded to do. Finally,
somewhat
loosened up and well lubed, I rolled over on top of Tom and straddled
his body.
We kissed as I moved up and down, getting myself into position to
mount his
cock. Finally I raised up, reached back to spread my cheeks, and
started to
take him inside of me. Tom helped guide me into position and I felt
the head
of his luscious cock nudge my throbbing opening. I started to sit
down.
The advantage of being on top like this is that you can control your
descent.
I got the head of his cock inside me and stopped, letting the pain
subside.
The pain wasn't all that strong this time and soon I was lowering
myself all
the way down onto his manhood.
Part of the attraction of being a Bottom and being ON the bottom is
that you
can submit to your lover. He is in control and he sets the pace.
Being on top
was not my first choice, but it suited me just fine tonight.
I settled all the way down onto him and felt him way deep inside of
me. I
wiggled my ass around a little, giggling and relishing the feel of him
so far
inside me. Then I began to move up and down, riding my cowboy far all
I was
worth.
Tom is quite the stud, if I do say so. He lasted for a long time but
eventually came inside me. I love to feel his seed way up inside me
when he
does this. I stopped when I felt his spasms and watched his beautiful
face
during his release. I wanted to cum with him, but just couldn't
manage it.
When he opened his eyes, I leaned down to kiss him and started to
dismount.
Tom kissed me but held me in place. When I looked at him with the
question in
my eyes, he just said,, "I don't thin you are done, are you?" Smiling,
I shook
my head and raised back up, feeling him slide back into my deepest
recess. I
always felt so complete when he was inside of me. Now he wanted me to
keep him
there.
I rode Tom a while longer (most of the night, actually). He came
again
stronger than before. I still hadn't come. Tom took my
not-quite-erect cock
into his firm hands and helped me to finally reach climax. I came in
a great
wave of relief and release. Still, I didn't feel like I was through,
yet. He
hadn't quite touched me where I wanted to be touched. We were
exhausted,
though, so I slipped him out of me and lay down beside him.
I thought we would go to sleep right away but, instead we lay there
talking
quietly. We talked about the present, how we had gotten there, and
about our
possible future together. I was so happy!!
After a while, Tom got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the
shower start
up and called out, asking if he wanted me to join him. He didn't hear
mo over
the water running so I got no answer. I lay there a few minutes and
finally
said, "Fuck it," and went to join him in the shower.
Fortunately,. Tom had been waiting for me to join him. We kissed and
fondled
each other as we washed each other. I thought we might make love
there in the
shower, but Tom made no move. As a somewhat submissive Bottom, I want
the man
to make the first move. We finished the shower without incident and
went to
bed.
The shower did the trick for our fatigue. We lay there in each
other's arms
and drifted quickly off to sleep. T started to say, "I love you," but
I think
I drifted off to sleep before the words made their way from my brain
to my
lips. We hadn't had wild and passionate sex like we had on some of
our other
nights together. Still, I felt that this had been a better night that
any that
had come before. I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Tom and making
love.
The next morning I woke early, as this morning. I slipped out of bed
and
slipped on the same attire I am wearing now. Pantyhose under a
nightgown is
probably a little odd, but it made me feel sexy and, right, now, I
wanted to
feel sexy. I slipped out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen. I
still felt
like I wanted more sex, but I was also very happy. I started making
breakfast.
I prepared a light breakfast for us and put it on the dining table. I
loved
the rush of sensuality that swept over my every time the soft fabric
of the
nightgown moved over my pantied ass or smooth legs. I was getting
pretty horny
by the time I was finished and Tom came in.
I had just finished breakfast and was looking for some missing
ingredient to
the perfect meal. Tom sat down and sniffed deeply. He said that
everything
smelled great especially me. I flushed with his compliment. I
suddenly
remembered a bottle of champagne that I had and thought, "Why not?" I
got the
champagne and had Tom open it. We sipped champagne ands ate
breakfast. We
talked about general stuff and a bit about last evening. I grew
hornier by the
moment.
After a glass and a half of champagne, I could stand it no longer. I
dropped
to my knees in front of Tom and began making love to his cock. I took
him to
the brink a couple of times without letting him cum, then taking him
back down.
Finally I took him to ther brink and pushed him over. He came with a
vengeance and it was all I could do to swallow his load without making
a mess.
I sat back at the table with a look on my face that said that I was
quite
satisfied with myself. Tom had a hungry look to him and I hoped it
meant what
I wanted it to mean. After 3 glasses of champagne I could stand it no
longer
and I rose, taking Tom by the hand, and led him into the Living Room.
I began rubbing myself all over. My hands went to my breasts and
gently
massaged them. Then they traveled down my body with the right going
to my
crotch and the left going behind me to my ass. I rubbed myself for a
few
minutes, looking at Tom with lust in my eyes, wishing that he would
just DO
something.
Tom tortured me for those few minutes by looking at me with a mixture
of lust
and puzzlement. I knew that he knew what I wanted. I also knew that
he
enjoyed tormenting me like this. Finally he came to me and kissed me,
pulling
me tightly to him. His tongue probed the recesses of my mouth and
further
ignited my passions. Finally, we moved to the floor.
In only a few moments, my robe was tossed into the corner, my panties
laying on
top of it. I was lying on my back with my legs spread and my knees
lifted to
my chest. Tom applied a little lubrication and entered me without
preparation.
He went all the way inside me in one push. My ass hurt like hell
for only a
few seconds. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out.
I wrapped my legs around Tom's body as he started to stroke in and out
of my
body. I tried to keep a rhythm with him, but finally had to give up
and just
let him do his thing. I wanted him SO BADLY and now I had him.
We fucked for a while. I can't be sure how long we were at it, but it
was a
WHILE. Tom finally started to cum and I prepared to be completed
again.
Suddenly I cried out and stopped him. I told Tom that I wanted him
from behind
when he came.
Tom slipped his now-huge cock out of my ass and turned me over. I
pulled my
arms up and rested my chin on my hands. I pulled my knees up under me
and
raised my ass to give my maximum access. He stepped behind me and
slid his
cock back inside me. It felt so GOOD going in, no matter how often he
did
that.
Tom sank his cock as far into me as he could and then stopped. I felt
him
moving around behind me and looked back. I saw him pull his feet up
under him
so that he was crouching behind me instead of kneeling. When he was
up and
balanced, I felt his hands on my hips and he pushed himself deeply
into me. I
gasped as I felt his cock penetrate to a place even deeper than last
night.
THAT"S WHERE I WANTED HIM! That's what I had been wanting so badly.
Tom began to pound into my ass, using his powerful legs as an engine
of
love/lust. I felt my eyes start to roll back inside my head and the
room faded
from view.
Tom fucked me like that for a looooong time. I felt his passion rise
and fall
as he fought to prolong the experience for both of us. I finally came
with
such force that I cried out (I DO remember crying out) and Tom gasped
just
after that as his load blew inside me.
Tom was covered with sweat when he finished and I was so spent that I
could
hardly move except to fall over. I felt so -- satisfied.
Tom lay down beside me, breathing hard. We looked at each other in
our
exhaustion. I started to tell him that he had never looked so
beautiful to me
as now. Tom cut me off and by saying the exact same thing. I felt
tears start
to well in my eyes.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," Tom replied.
I started to cry.
The rest of the day was spent as a fairly normal man and woman. We
talked and
touched and sipped coffee for a while, then wine. I had changed into
a soft,
cotton knit housedress. It was yellow and I had on white low-heeled
sandals.
I wanted to look like any other woman who likes to look nice, but
casual, on a
lazy day at home. I had applied a little makeup and had worked to get
my
auburn hair pulled back to one side and looking nice for him. I
thought my
hair looked horrible, but Tom seemed to like the effect.
Finally, Tom had to leave. He had a big presentation the next morning
at work
and he needed to get ready for it. I saw him to the door, wanting to
ask him
to either stay or to get his work and come back. Still, I knew that I
would
not be able to leave him alone if he was there and he really needed to
get
ready.
At the door Tom turned to face me. I moved in close to him and raised
up onto
my toes slightly in order to kiss him. He gave me a good-bye kiss
that nearly
left me fainted on the floor. Then he said, I'm going to miss you, my
love."
I felt myself starting to cry again and slapped him playfully on the
shoulder
saying. "Stop that. You just like making me cry."
Tom laughed and offered to take back what he had said. I quickly got
serious
and declined his offer. I liked being in love. I liked being in love
with
HIM.
Tom left and I stood at the door, looking around my apartment. Somehow
it
seemed a lot more like a home, now. I was in love and was loved in
return. I
tried not to think about all of the possibilities that came from that
single
thought. I started to straighten the place up a bit. I hummed and
then sang
as I worked.
That was a couple of weeks ago. Tom's presentation went well and he
received a
promotion. Unfortunately, the new job requires that he travel more. I
can't
afford to leave my job or I would travel with him. Still, he calls me
often
when he is on the road. As we talk I do what I am going to do now.
I buy these really big cocksucker bananas. I peel them from the
"wrong" end
and practice giving a blowjob. They are perfect. If your teeth get
in the
way, you leave tracks. If you are too rough, the banana breaks. If
you do it
just right, you can work up a pretty good lather and have an orgasm
yourself.
Afterwards, you get to eat the banana, too.
I have a banana and I am missing Tom. You are not invited, so
good-bye.