Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 16:04:39 -0400 From: jon white Subject: Gym Rat II GAY GYM RAT II "OHHH....GOD!!!" I yelled as my cock exploded in his mouth. He was swallowing and that seemed to increase the length and force of each squirt. The cum racing through my cock was so violent it felt more like little pebbles than liquid cum. "Whew, I don't think I ever came that hard in my life!" I said. "I told you I'd show you heaven didn't I?" he said. "Now, how about you showing me you learned something." "Sure, but let me get my breath back. And please tell me when you're gonna pop 'cause I want to watch you squirt," I said. He gave me a few pointers on sucking and tongue work on the way. And he wanted his balls fondled. Not so easy because his cock was so voluminous it used up most of the skin on his scrotum and his 'nads were drawn up tight against the sides of his boner. From time to time I was rewarded with a fresh taste of precum and if the job was not pleasant enough that made it a real joy. He lasted a lot longer than I before he said, "OK, I'm pretty close now." So I tilted my head aside, kept massaging his balls and began to lightly, slowly stroke his straining dick. He didn't make a sound when he came, and he came lots. What a show to watch that tool dance and spurt! Most of it landed on his belly and thoughtful fellow, he had a box of Kleenex on the seat beside him. "Well, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. And by the way, you did a fine job for a first timer. We'll have to get together again, maybe at my place where it's a little more comfortable," he sad. Saturday afternoon I was picking up fresh towels in the check in room when a cute chick arrived at the window. The manager was at the window and he said, "Hello Tony!" And buzzed the door open for her without keeping her driver's license or charging her anything. What the hell? So out of curiosity I followed her as she went straight to the employee dressing room. As she passed through the door she reached up and pulled off a wig leaving her with a blonde crew cut. Off came blouse and bra leaving her with very small twelve year old boobs. When shorts and panties came off I was looking at an uncut flaccid cock! Mine instantly became rock hard. "My heavens," She? He? said, looking at my boner, "I take that as a compliment. My name's Antonia. Yours?" I told her Daniel, "But everybody calls me Dan. And I don't understand. You came here as a pretty girl but, but you're a boy..." And now Tony's cock was a hard six incher pointing up at the ceiling with its foreskin half drawn back from a pointy pink glans. "I'm transgendered and you still look puzzled. I'll explain it to you but I have to get to work now," she said. They made a date to meet around the corner at Dunkin Donuts after her shift. Over coffee she began: "I knew when I was little I should have been born a girl. I got a real kick out of wearing my sister's clothes when nobody was in the house. I tried to explain my feelings to my family, all strict Catholics. My father pretty much disowned me but mom and my sister Jane tried to understand. When I was in high school, well past puberty, my mom found a doctor in town, a gynecologist, who started me on hormone therapy. When I graduated, I moved here, enrolled in Ginny's Beauty School to learn how to be a beautician, found this part time job in the fitness place and here I am." "And what you are is a very lovely girl," I said. "Actions speak louder than words and I noticed back in the employee dressing room I was appreciated. You were hardly subtle, no pun intended," she replied. "I guess it isn't exactly ladylike to ask a boy for a date but once a month my school has a little dance party. Real informal, like no coats or ties, and it's on for next Friday. Would you like to go?" "I'm sorry to be so clumsy. I just haven't learned how to follow. I was taught to lead," she said. I told her it was just nice to have her in my arms. By the end of the evening she was much less clumsy and we could dance closer. And most of the time I could feel that lady dick hard under her short skirt. I drove her home in my beat up third hand car and when we got to her doorstep she gave me a sweet little girl kiss. I looked her in the eyes, pulled her back against me and gave a long, wet, manly one. "Whew! You may not believe it, but that's the first real kiss, I mean other than a relative, I've ever had," she said. "You may not believe it, but my first too. Maybe we ought to do another one," I said. She giggled, got up on tiptoes, pulled me close and this time I used my tongue to massage her lips. She opened her mouth a little and in went my tongue. This kiss lasted longer. She leaned back and said, "So that's how the French do it. I've heard about it, thought it sounded gross, but I LIKE IT! Kissing on the first date is not ladylike, but what the hey, you've already seen me naked, so..." This time she pulled me close and her tongue went to work. I told her I had discovered a nice park in the county an she accepted a date to hike it day after tomorrow when we were both off work. We were lucky, it turned out to be a warm sunny day. We walked for maybe an hour and came to a patch of grass in the shade. She suggested we rest our feet a bit and we stretched out. She had on a light white T shirt, obviously no bra. And her nipples beckoned to me. I reached over and lightly stroked one. Her nipple erected and I asked if I could kiss it. Her answer was to lift her shirt and I leaned over, kissed the one closest to me and began to gently suck it. Then I massaged it with my tongue. I looked down at her shorts and quite obviously her nipple was not the only organ erected. I didn't ask, I just reached down and lightly massaged her cock. She didn't pull my hand away so unbuttoned her shorts. Things were definitely looking up when she lifted her pelvis up and I took it as an invitation to pull her shorts and panties down. TO BE CONTINUED "The danger of communication lies in the assumption it has been accomplished." G B Shaw