Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 22:54:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chuck Hughes <k56gh76@yahoo.com>
Subject: Learning to be a fem sub for a man Part 1

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Although I remember being interested in men's bodies since my youth, I
repressed it and ignored it all through high school and college. I dated
girls a little and enjoyed intimacy and sex, but I didn't have many
opportunities - being thin and a little geeky.

As I entered my late 20s and independence (my own apartment, a good job, a
car...freedom) I began to explore my interest in men. Thanks to the
internet I had plenty of free porn to surf and stories online to read. When
I worked myself up into extreme horniness I'd make a late night trip to one
of the highway Adult stores. I'd wander through the aisles inspecting dusty
clamshell cases of sex toys. I'd flip through videos and magazines
imagining that someone might notice that I was lingering in the 'gay'
section.

The whole experience for me was weird, embarrassing. The place was actually
dirty, the few customers sketchy looking. It smelled of stale cigarettes. I
worried that someone who knew me would enter the store, or see me walk in.

So I would leave, often without buying anything, and go home frustrated.

I knew that was a dead end for me.

I worked up the courage to travel over an hour away to experience Friday
night at a real gay bar. It was a crowd split evenly between 'old guys' And
young 'kids'. At 27 I was awkwardly in the middle.

Although I was thin and not muscular, I envied the way some of the young
guys pranced and swayed as they walked. I wanted to be like that, wanted to
let me fem side show a little.

But I was too uptight, to awkward to relax.

It was over a year before I started exploring the Craigslist personal ads.
I read about every possible offering - the good, the bad and the
disgusting. I saw yards and yards of cock pics. I began to have a
conversation with myself - what did I like and why? What didn't I like and
why? What was my idea of a perfect setup, and if 'perfect' didn't exist,
what would he 'acceptable'.

I worked up the courage to reply to an ad. It was a masculine daddy looking
for a son.

I never heard from the guy.

I then went through a learning process about the ads and how difficult it
is to connect, how email trails just die. And, truth be told, I was also
part of the problem. I had plenty of good email exchanges, and pic
exchanges that were heading in the right direction that I shut down. I
chickened out, or I fabricated a flaw in what the wrote or didn't write.

I was still learning.

I did hook up a few times - finally. I was attracted to ads by married or
straight guys that just wanted oral, no reciprocation. The first three guys
I met, hopping in their car at a designated spot, it was mostly me giving a
handjob with some lips and tongue on the head. These guys all insisted that
I blow them through condoms, which was ok.

Then one time I responded to an ad, a married 45 year old man, tall and
fit, that just wanted head in his car. Perfect. But, he asked if I was ok
letting him cum in my mouth, because it was a turnon for him.

I replied 'yes', hoping to hell that he wasn't lying when he said he was
disease free. We agreed to meet at 7pm in a big-store parking lot.

I was always nervous going to these anonymous meetings. Worried about
police, or witnesses, or the guy being freaky or crazy. But I had also
developed enough comfort with climbing into the passenger seat next to a
total stranger base only a momentary glance and recognition.

This guy seemed normal and just as described. I could see that he looked
older than he did in his photo, but it was him for sure.  I sat down next
to him and said "Hi".  With a handshake and a little small talk he asked if
I felt comfortable doing it there. My inner fem came out and I gently,
stroked his leg and whispered "I can't wait babe" and I felt his cock
stirring through his sweatpants.

Without a moments hesitation he lifted his ass and pushed his sweatpants
and shorts all the way down to his ankles, giving me full view and access
to his cock.

He reclined his seat all the way back as I admired his body, my fingertips
lightly gliding across his hip to cup his nuts and stroke his thickening
cock. I purred 'nice babe' as I enjoyed looking and touching what was a
nice 7" circumcised cock.

This was a wonder for me. All the previous guys has only unzipped their
pants and pulled out their cocks. This time I had it all and was loving the
sight before me.

However, I knew that I had to get to work and make sure this guy knew that
I was going to be good for him. Without a second thought I bent over and
started kissing and licking his cock. I stroked him and enjoyed the heft of
his nuts in my hand. He was clean, freshly showered with a slight hint of
musk, his pubes were trimmed. I was happy to have his cock in my mouth.

I kept my head bobbing on his cock as I forced myself to take it deeper and
deeper. I noticed his slim waist, the hint of six pack abs, the powerful
leg muscles: a middle aged guy that was working out and trying to hold back
the affects of time.

I tasted, for the first time, precum. Salty/soapy, his cock was rock hard
now and he was clearly enjoying my mouth. He rocked his hips as I
experimented with different touches and techniques. I wondered if he wanted
it to last a long time, or if he wanted me to speed up. He was oddly silent
the whole time. I knew that I had a role to play and that this was not the
time to start a conversation so I just kept at it noticing how he responded
to me.

I heard him gurgle, clear his throat as his hips started pulsing into my
face. I knew that he was ready to cum, he wanted to cum. I sealed my lips
around his cock and started slurping with a little more force. I twirled my
tongue over his cockhead and knew he was going to cum in my mouth. I gently
rubbed his ball sack to let him know that I wanted his cum in me.

I felt the taste change first, then I noticed the feeling of him spurting
in my mouth. I started swallowing it straight down - I didn't know how much
there would be and I didn't want to gag on it.

I felt him relax and knew he was done. I felt very happy. I kept my head
down in his lap and cleaned his cock. I took his cock out of my mouth and
admired it. I kissed the head and whispered 'thank you'.

He reached into the backseat and pulled some paper towels off a roll - he
was prepared! He gave me a few which I used to wipe up my hands which were
covered in saliva. He dried himself off and quickly pulled up his
sweatpants.

It was over. He raised his seat and he said 'that was just what I needed'.
I knew not to get weird or clingy so I said 'me too, hopefully you'll let
me do it again some time' shook hands, and I left.

He emailed me about an hour later - briefly saying thanks and that I gave
better head than his wife and he'd love to get blown again.

I felt great, I literally smiled as I read his email.

To be continued |