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A COMING OUT PARTYWe had met on XHamster.com. Our profiles confirmed we lived in the same city. We exchanged private messages at first then we started exploring mutual fantasies. How we like to dress in women’s clothing, especially the lingerie. We shared masturbatory stories with one another. Finally, we agreed to skype while we were dressed. We wore masks for our mutual protection. This went on for a few weeks until one day he took his mask off. What could I do? I had to reciprocate, even though I was terrified of being outed. No one, not even my wife knew of my little hobby. I had managed to keep it hidden from her in spite of a few close calls.So we agreed to meet. I was so anxious, so nervous. What if he was setting me up to be mugged? To be blackmailed? To be gang ****d. I’d never hooked up with a total stranger of either sex, let alone a man who I might have sex with if I didn’t lose my nerve. Then there was another issue. What if it went okay, but I got infected with an STD. How was I going to explain that? Finally I had to consider what if I actually enjoyed it too much. What if I found out after all these years that I was a queer, in addition to being a transvestite?So here I was driving into the city on a cold, bright sunny afternoon. Prepared to risk all that I cared about for what at the worst would leave me the victim of a felony and at best, wellI didn’t know what at best would be. I arrived at the coffee shop on time. I saw you immediately. He was wearing the dark blue navy pea coat like he said he would and he looked like he did on Skype.I had lied; I wasn’t wearing a Mariner’s cap, I was wearing a hat pulled down over my eyes and my collar turned up hiding the lower part of my face. The upper part of my face was partially obscured by my sunglasses. He was texting someone so I managed to slip by him and get to the counter without him recognizing me.I bought a latte and slipped into the chair behind him. We sat with our backs to one another. My hands were trembling; my breath was coming in gasps. I guess my heart rate was at about 105 beats a minute. Then I decided, I got up to leave and I heard a voice say, “Don’t go. We can at least have coffee together.”Well fuck. My career as a master of disguise was to be short lived. I sat back down. “Sorry, I’m just not sure I can go through with this.”“I know, I’m pretty antsy myself. I’ve left twice and came back. That’s thirty dollars’ worth of coffee with tips.”“Why didn’t you take it with you?”“I don’t drink coffee, it gives me heart burn.”Well that kind of won me over. I figured he must be okay if he tipped the barista all three times for coffee he didn’t drink. We went to the hotel we had agreed on. After we took care of parking and retrieved our suitcases we walked into the hotel and up to the front desk. Our reservations had been made the previous day. I was shaking like a meth head suffering withdrawal. We gave our names to the front desk clerk. He smiled as he confirmed we had reserved adjoiningrooms. Then he asked if we wanted the key to the passageway between the rooms. He said yes and I blushed like virgin schoolgirl.“Will you need help with your bags?”“No I just have the one.” We answered almost in unison.We rode the elevator up to our floor.“Let’s get a drink before we…”“Yeah I need one.”We dropped our bags and went downstairs to the bar. We took a table in one corner. I ordered amartini up and he ordered a scotch on the rocks. We munched the bar snacks manisa escort and talked about politics and football. We had exchanged so much information by chatting that there wasn’t much need for “getting to know you” we’d been on-line together for over six months. I knew one thing I needed some smoke to take the edge off. The rooms were non-smoking so we couldn’t light up in the room. I walked up to the bar tender and pushed a twenty dollar bill toward him as I leaned forward. “You know where a guy could grab a couple of hits off a pipe?” He turned and led us out a side door. “Just prop it open with this stick.” We shared some marijuana from my pipe; just a couple of hits did the trick. We returned to the bar and ordered another round. After three drinks and about half a pound of bar snacks, we paid the tab, left a generous tip and went back upstairs. The alcohol had calmed my nerves. The marijuana released all my inhibitions. I had a rather good buzz on Back in my room I opened the suitcase I had brought. I pulled out my nylons, panties, and a skirt. I stripped and pulled on a pair of lacy white panties, I tucked my penis back between my legs and pulled the panties up to keep it there. Then I put on the matching bra and inserted my breast prosthesis in the cups. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. Then I pulled on a pair of pantyhose. I ran my hands over my nylon covered legs, then my buttocks enjoying the sensation. I completed my transformation with the pencil skirt and a white blouse. I turned on the T.V. and sat in the chair. I crossed my legs excited by the feel of the nylon, I ran my hands over my body enjoying the femininity of the clothing and lingerie I was wearing. My pleasure was interrupted by a knock on the adjoining doorway. “Come in.” I said and the door opened to reveal a man who had transformed himself into a gurl wearing a sheath dress, nylons and high heels. She looked hot. I stood and walked across the room to her. She stood there looking at me I placed my hands on her shoulders, then eased them down to her breasts. I felt her hands on my thighs. Then we hugged our bodies pressed together. May I kiss you?”“I guess we should.”He leans forward and I lift his chin. We touch our lips together, like c***dren experiencing their first kiss. I put my hand on his hip and run it slowly up his body. The feeling is electric. My lips part slightly, I feel him respond our tongues reach out just touch their tips, almost shyly. I pull back, and then bend to kiss his neck; I continue kissing his neck pausing at his ear. My lips travel down his cheek and find his mouth again. Our lips meet and there is no hesitation this time. Our mouths open and our tongues race to meet. We penetrate one another’s mouths with our tongues; our mouths opening further welcoming the lingual caressesI reach down and grip his ass firmly in my hands. I pull him forward our legs meeting in a nylon covered embrace. His dress is stretched tight across his thighs. Our arms are now wrapped around one another my skirt lifting up my thighs allowing our legs to be intertwinedThen his hands are moving down my sides and around to my ass. I pull my head back from his mouth and place my hands on his shoulders. I push him down, slowly, gently overcoming his faux resistance. He lifts my skirt and I spread my legs. My hands move from his shoulders to his head and I continue to force him downwards. His head disappears under maraş escort my skirt and I feel his hands caressing my ass through my pantyhose. I try to stifle a gasp of pleasure but fail. He responds by pulling me into his face. My penis remained tucked between my legs. I can feel him kissing me through my panties and nylons I reach up and unbutton my blouse exposing my prosthetic breasts in my lace bra. “Come over here, let’s get on the bed.”He rises up and I take his hand. “You look very nice in your bra. It’s really pretty.” You say smiling at me.I guide you to the bed and seat him. “Come here.” I say lying back and pulling him on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and our lips meet again, our mouths open and our tongues resume their dance. We sigh in a duet of soft moans.I reach down and pull the hem of his dress up easing it over the twin mounds of his ass. My hands are now gripping his butt. I begin running my hands over his nylons, slipping down his ass onto his hips and back, my finger making a small canyon between his butt cheeks. I strain to explore further the canyon between his legs, but I am stymied at his prostrate I massage it for a moment then return to his ass. I spread my legs and pull him into me. I can feel his hands on my breasts. He pulls away, his breath coming in short gasps. I pull his head to mine so I can whisper in his ear, “I’m going to make you suck my cock.”He breathes a huge sigh and I feel him nod his head slightly. I bring my hands back to his shoulders and push down.“Take off your dress.”He rises to his knees between my legs and pulls his dress up over his head exposing a white bustier. He discards the dress and kneels down, his head hovering over my crotch. “Pull my pantyhose down.”He complies and pulls them down over my butt. “Not too far, I like them on my thighs.” My dick is still somehow flaccid. I am shaking with excitement. “I want you; I want to be in you, to be part of you. Pull my panties down.” I can feel his hand shake slightly as he takes the elastic top of my panties in his fingers. Our excitement is mutual. The effects of the marijuana and alcohol have fully taken hold releasing us from the bonds of fear and prejudice. We are no longer totally male. The hidden “us” has been released like a Mr. Hyde from Doctor Jekyll except Mr. Hyde just wants everyone to have fun. He pulls my panties down releasing my penis from its nylon cocoon. ”I want you to take it in your mouth; get as much of it in there as you can.” He puts his lips on tip of my penis and pause almost questioning if he should go further. “That’s good; now just open your mouth.” I push my still flaccid cock into his mouth and he sighs again as though he is relieved that I have made the decision for him.The warm confines of his mouth surround my cock. I feel it start to enlarge, the blood engorging it, causing it to swell in his mouth. I long for release which he partially grants. He backs off a little and holds the glans in his mouth. He kisses the head, and then licks greedily down the stem to my scrotum. He pauses there and I push his head down. “Lift me up a little honey.”He reaches reach under my legs and together we rotate my hips into the air, my knees almost to my chest. My pantyhose and panties are now stretched across my knees. He continues to kiss my scrotum taking my balls in his mouth. I give him another encouraging push and his mouth finds my prostrate. “Tongue my ass. I want your mardin escort tongue in my ass.” He begins to lick my prostate and I give his head another encouraging push. “Put your tongue in my ass, deep, I want to feel your tongue in my ass.” I feel his tongue touch my anus shyly, holding back. “Oh my God, yes.” I rock back on my shoulders and pull him into me. With a newfound enthusiasm he is on me, the tip of his tongue penetrating my ass hungrily licking, probing. You find my cock with your hand and begin stroking me as you push your tongue into my ass. I want more of him. I start thinking about his cock, how it would feel in my mouth.“Now suck my cock. I want you to take my cock in your mouth.”My ass is still yearning for more of his tongue as he slides it from my ass across my prostrate pausing at my scrotum to suck my balls and then on to the head of my cock. He takes the tip in his mouth and continues to stroke me with one hand. He uses the other hand to caress my breasts. I lower my legs trapping him with my pantyhose between my legs. He rubs my cock across his face, kissing the head then down the side. He puts the head back in his mouth and slowly takes me deeper into him. I feel the tip of my cock glide across the roof of his mouth then down into his throat. He gags, I pull back. “That’s okay, don’t hurt yourself.”He looks up at me, “But I want your cock in me, I want it deep in me.” He punctuates the tatement by taking me again, down his throat. I hear him whimper then gag again. Then he is sucking me again, I can hear the sound his saliva makes filling his mouth as he sucks and strokes. He rises up and spit in his hand. Then he wipes my dick dry. “I want to make your come, will you come for me?”“I want you to make me come now. Suck my cock and make me come.” His mouth returns to my throbbing cock momentarily, and then he looks up and says, “I have a little surprise for you.” I feel his saliva dripping fingers slide into my ass. His middle finger is penetrating me gently about an inch or so. My dick is back in his mouth and he begins sucking and bobbing his head slowly as his finger continues to explore my ass. “Oh, yes I like that.” Then his finger is deep in me I feel the pressure of his palm on my prostrate. I want more. I push with my hips and he starts stroking my ass in time with his head bobbing on my cock. I feel his finger leave my ass and I sigh in disappointment. The sigh quickly turns into a groan of pleasure as I feel two fingers seeking an entryway into my anus. My ass bides them welcome and prays that they would proceed with upmost haste. I relax and feel the insertion. The feeling is exquisite. He continues finger fucking my ass and sucking my cock, pausing to lick precum off the glans of my throbbing penis.I feel my orgasm building, I strain to control it. I want so much more of him. I want him in me and I want to be in him. His fingers are probing and retreating from my ass. I feel my controlslipping away. My ass is devouring his fingers as his mouth is devouring my cock. I lose it. “Oh my God! Oh yes, oh, oh, oh.” My release is total. My body is wracked with spasms of release, joy and contentment. He pulls his mouth back and greedily sucks my ejaculation. He continues gently stroking, milking me down, sucking each and every bit of my come from my cock. His fingers are still in my ass just resting there. I feel a contented fullness there. He slides his fingers in and out of my ass as he kisses my cock spitting my ejaculate out and using it as lube to stroke my cock. He finally licks the come off my cock and take his fingers out of my ass. He swallows and wipes a little come from his chin and licks it from his fingers..“Was I okay?” he asks looking up at me

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