Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 23:52:25 EST
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: My latest Lingerie Party

I was always  a big man, even as a boy, I was big boned, strong beyond my
years and tough. It  just came naturally, so in High School I became an all
state tackle on our  football team. I played both ways, and was on all the
special teams as well and  loved it. I became bigger and stronger with each
passing year. I won a full boat  scholarship to college and received all the
accolades that go along with it. I  was a campus star, which is hard to be as
a lineman. When the time came to go  out for the NFL draft, I was a shoe in
to be picked in the first couple rounds.  Then just like that, in training
camp, I got a career ending knee injury. I was  released and found myself
with life ahead of me with the next ten years of  football, not an option. I
began to feel sorry for myself and drink in private,  and with some help from
the college alums and athletic supporters, I was offered  a good sales
position in Chicago. I took to it and thought things were  looking up. I got a
nice apartment on the near North side and settled into my  life. However I
was still drinking my pain and disappointment away at  night.
Then one night it all changed, I was on the way home and stopped at a
newsstand and bought the latest Hustler Magazine. When I was behind closed doors
and had a nice high going, I flipped through the mag and came on a spread
of a  transsexual woman. I was stunned, shocked might be a better word, she
was  gorgeous and yet had breast and a penis. I found myself trying to turn
away but  my rock hard cock wanted to see more. What a concept, I had no
idea what this  was all about, I had instinctively avoided gays, most were too
intimidated by my  size to hit on me, so I never gave them much thought. But
here was a guy with  breast and a functioning cock. How could this be? The
worst part was I had my  cock in my hand and was so turned on I came all
over the  magazine.
I cleaned up and went to throw the magazine away, to get rid of it, to
remove the temptation to look at it again. I was ready to write it off as a bad
 drunk and call it a night. I laid in bed and found myself stirring up the
images  from the magazine and again was hard a it gets. I finally had to get
off again.  The next morning I took the magazine out of the trash and hid
it in my book  shelf, just in case I ever wanted to see it again.
Weeks passed and I would only think of the magazine when I was drunk, but
then I could not resist revisiting the pictures and finding myself so turned
on.  I began to slow down at news stands and try to peruse the gay
magazines as I  passed and wonder if I was becoming queer. I finally one night after
work went  out for drinks with the office crew and on the way home I had
the drunken  goggles on and bought a copy of Blueboy. I must have worn the
pages out over the  next couple weeks, reading the stories of male encounters
with other males.  Still I was not as turned on as the transsexual had made
me and I found myself  frequently going back to revisit that mag. I have to
admit I was beginning to  wonder what a cock would feel like, what it would
taste like and what I would do  if another man took mine in his hand or
mouth. I had always a certain repulsion  to another mans body, but their cocks
were a big turn on, I was in a state of  confusion.
I began to take my time going home at night, walking up Broadway, which
was the big Gay  Bar scene at the time.  Studs in tight blue jeans and white
tee shirts would be standing around the  street corners, always ready to
oblige I was sure. I would stroll by the gay  bars and glance in and catch
glimpses of male on male action, dancing, kissing,  arms on shoulders and so on.
Though all those weeks, I found myself a little  squeezy inside at the
thought of kissing another man. I had many offers of  companionship, and
gradually grew less phobic about the scene and realized they  would not rape me,
they just found me attractive. I began to recognize that I  would eventually
have to try this part of life.
My drams began to involve hard cocks and cum dripping off my chin, my cum
all over their faces. I began to be obsessed with it and decided the time
was  near, I would burst if I waited any longer. Well fate loaned me a hand
and I was  sent to a sales seminar in San  Francisco. I purposely avoided
commitments with the other  attendees, knowing I was going to go to my first gay
bar and have a drink, even  if I went stumbling drunk.
The first night, I got off to my hotel early and took a nap, thinking I
would need to rest now in case I had a late night. I picked up a street
newspaper on my way to my room. When I got up, I was groggy from sleep and began
to sip a cold beer and flip through the pages of the newspaper. I found
hundreds  of adds for Gay  Bars and began to wonder  how to sort through them,
what was my taste? MY kind of crowd? I was thinking  these things when I ran
upon an ad for a Transgendered bar. It suddenly hit me,  I was in the most
liberal city in the world and they would cater to any taste,  and I realized
I wanted to meet a t-girl, if I sucked their cock, it would be  different,
I found my hard on distracting me, just from the line of thinking I  was
having. I finally realized I had found my crowd, it came to me in a flash, I
was turned on by femme men or cross dressers or transsexuals or, well all of
them. I decided to have another couple beers while I got showered and
shaved and  put on my best after shave and headed downstairs to hail a cab. I
asked him to  drop me at the cross streets of the bar and got out and tried to
get my  bearings. I found the bar a half a block up and their was a line
outside,  waiting to get in, all guys, I was a little embarrassed, until I
realized they  were here for the same reason I was.
Over the bouncers shoulder I could see lots of nice looking women inside,
and a nice thrust bar with mostly men sipping beers and trying to act casual
as  they checked out the girls. It was my turn now to get in and I headed
to the bar  for a beer and a shot, which I poured into my beer to make it all
portable. I  turned around on my stool and thought I had died and gone to
heaven. Their were  women of all sizes and shapes, some nicely dressed, some
slutty, some dancing  dirty, some raising their tops to show their boobs. It
was just a few moments  until I had a woody the size I had never felt
before. The booze kicked in and my  libido came to life, I began to sway to the
music and relax and take it all in.  I kept thinking can these all be
transsexuals and are they all in  the process of a sex change? I have to  admit I
would be disappointed if I picked one up and she was post op and I  missed
out on sucking my first dick.
I found myself very relaxed and smiling and loving the scene and wishing
kudos to San  Francisco.  Then I felt someone elbo up to the bar next to me
and smelt her perfume.  When I turned to see who it was, I was greeted with a
delightful smile and found  myself smiling back. "Hi she said, I am
Josephina", holding out a limp hand with  bright red nails for me to shake. I took
it and my stomach turned a flip flop.  She was so soft and sweet, I managed,"
 Steve".
Just then the bartender came over and I managed to say I will get her
drink. I was rewarded with a big smile and lots of white teeth.  She was in a
black bustier under a silk  jacket and had on a short black skirt that showed
a lot of leg. "Are you from  here? She asked. No" IN town on business" I
nearly had to shout over the  music.
"Your first time at this bar?" I must have blushed as I replied  "Yes"
She leaned in and said "You know we are special girls in here  right?"
Again I felt flushed but said,"Yes that is why I came here." This brought
on a bigger smile still. Leaning back inot my ear she said,'
"Judging by the lump in your pocket, I would guess you will be coming  here
again," she giggled openly.
I was still a little flushed but managed to laugh at the joke.
"I like big men, the bigger the better, their so strong and  gentle."
I laughed and said" We have to be, or we can crush someone..."
Her drink came and I ordered myself another round and when it came we
clinked glasses.
You have to watch out in here Steve, a lot of these girls are working
girls, trying to make money for their operations."
I must have looked surprised because she saw it in my face.
"I am not, I am pre-op and plan to stay that way, I am fully functioning,
in case you were wondering." She gave me a shy smile
I smiled wildly as I was so relieved she broached the subject.
"I approve, I managed, then feeling embarrassed, I covered with I mean  not
that you need my approval."
She leaned in to me and kissed my cheek lightly and let me know she was
cool with my reaction.
I was beginning to wonder what the record for a constant hard on was, I
had been raging hard every since I got here.
She let her hand light on my knee and slowly ride up toward my dick. I
could only smile and once for a second or two closed my eyes in arousal.
She leaned in close and offered me her red lips and I kissed her gently
but fully on the lips and then our tongues met for a fleeting second. When I
opened my eyes, hers were still closed. I had a second to admire her Dark
hair,  setting off her pale skin and her makeup accenting her best features.
My eyes  strayed to her boobs as she opened her eyes.
Their real Steve but still quite small, I am afraid to say.
I just dismissed this with a hand wave and took her by the back of the
neck and kissed her again. This time out tongues intertwined longer and I heard
 her sigh.
She put her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, do you have a
hotel room?
I met her eyes and nodded yes. We did not have to speak anymore, we
finished our drinks and I helped her on with her coat and we left.
The cab dropped us at the Hotel and we went upstairs, arm in arm. I was  in
a state of bliss already.  She  went straight to the bathroom and I got
some whisky out of my suitcase and  poured us both one. My mind was racing.
When she returned from the bathroom, she was in mauve panties and bra
under a mauve camisole. Her black hair neatly brushed, her makeup perfect and
her lips cherry red with. new lipstick. I held out my arms and she came to
me,  and raised her mouth to mine and we kissed for quite some time. My hands
strayed  to her bottom, hers to my shoulders and back and she began to
unbutton my shirt  as we kissed.
I helped her, the whole time planting kisses on her lips and shoulders  and
once on her tummy.
She undid my pants and they fell away and she let her hand close on my
cock for a few seconds. Long enough o bring it to full life.
I slid my fingers under her camisole and lifted it over her arms and let
my hands caress her hips and belly, her flesh warm to my touch.
She responded by slipping sown my underpants to reveal my raging boner. I
reached behind and undid her bra and her small breast were set free and then
I  decided to waait a moment or two to remover her panties. We kissed some
more and  I finally picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. My
mouth now kissing  her shoulders, her chest her nipples and then her tummy. I
was rewarded with a  sigh and her eyes closed in pleasure, I continued down
and slid my fingers under  her panties waist band and she let her hips rise
softly to allow them to slide  down here long legs. At first I was not aware
of her cock but realized she had  had it tucked between her legs and as I
kissed my way toward it, , well it made  a n abrubt appearance. She was at
full staff in a couple seconds, moaning softly  as she grew.
I took a second to sit back on my legs to admire the whole package, her
eyes opened and she looked at me and asked," disappointed?"
I could only smile and shake my head,
My mouth went back to her tummy and I kissed here and there and  eventually
placed my hand on her cock. I was shocked, it felt so different than  mine,
softer, but hard as rock, more tender perhaps, I was immediately drawn to
place it in my mouth.
She sighed and her eyes closed and I began to do what I had read about  in
the gay magazines, To make a  gentle suction on it, moving my mouth up and
down slowly, concentrating on  keeping my teeth out of the mix. She
responded, well, moaning and stroking my  hair.
I was so pleased with the taste and the feel in my mouth; I was ready to
shout in joy. I suddenly wondered why I had waited so long to try this. It
was  amazing, she felt like a woman with a huge hard clit I was sucking. I was
in  heaven.
I continued and would have until she came but she gently took my head and
pulled me away and we kissed for a long time her hands looking for my body,
my  manhood. She returned the gentle kissing and worked her way to my now
engorged  dick. Her mouth took it in like a warm Hoover and I almost shot my
load right then.
Her voice soft and  loving  said' Slow down baby, I want to enjoy this
monster."
I made myself look away because her sexy body was driving me to the  brink.
She slowly licked and sucked me to the edge several times.
I finally realized I could not hold on much longer and grabbed her hips
and pulled her waist to my mouth and found her willing cock. I took it in and
tried to stroke it as I went in and out on it and tried to imitate the
moves she  was using on me.
I found myself moaning in pleasure, not from her actions but from the
fullness of her engorged organ. I could tell she was very close as well. I tried
 to slow down my arousal but it was too late and I said" oh my God I am
going to  cum.
She grabbed onto my hips and held my cock to her mouth so tight; I could
not have pulled out if I wanted to. I was beginning to moan with ecstasy and
shoot my load as I felt her cock spasm and shoot some cum deep in my mouth,
I  now was over the top, I held on for dear life as we both exploded into
each  others warm mouths. She moaned, I moaned, we moaned and we drained
ourselves  like two lovers should. Some how we ended up back in each others arms
and deep  kissing. We held each other for what seemed like hours,
occasionally moaning in  pleasure.

To be continued