Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2015 10:15:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Michael's Story Part 12 Michael's Story (part 12) Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago. Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from pneumonia acquired there. Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections. This and subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she could have written it and seen if published. –––––––––––––––––––– I felt so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep in Michaels arms. I only napped an hour and awoke, still in Michaels arms. I rolled over and kissed him and said, "Thank you for a wonderful time." "Now that we both know how each other feels," I said, "I need some answers from you." "You deserve that," Michael said, "no matter how difficult it is to reveal." "I care about you Michael," I returned, "and will not judge you -- I only want to better understand." "Okay," said Michael, "what do you want to know?" "You interest in me goes well beyond my being a woman," I said, "you seem to really like my special nature." "Yes," admitted Michael, "I have desired transgendered women for many years, but have never met one before you." "You seemed especially interested in my clitty," I continued, "do you also like men?" "No," he replied, "I'm not gay. I'm attracted to femininity, and especially attracted to you." "But you were very proficient when you went down on me," I responded, "you really seemed to know what to do." "It was my first time," he explained, "but fueled by my desire for you. I probably didn't do it very well, but you were so hot and ready that it didn't take much -- but I will get better with practice." "I look forward to giving you practice," I said, "but how did you know to rim me?" "Over the years," Michael explained, "I have read all I could about transgendered women, including lots of stories. I learned that most are very anal erotic, so it was a natural thing to do." "But that can be a very dirty thing to do," I said. "I learned that most transgendered women are wonderfully clean," Michael continued, "which you certainly were, but if you were not I was willing to risk it." I kissed Michael again and told him that he was substantially over-dressed for the occasion, and started to remove his trousers. He lay there in only his shorts, which I intended to be gone soon. His erection was already straining to escape his shorts. I slipped his shorts off and took him into my hand. This was completely new to me and my heart was racing. I loved the look and feel of it and enjoyed exploring this new territory. He was large, but not enormous. I wondered how he would feel inside me. Was I moving too fast? I wanted so much for this to be perfect for both of us! I took Michael into my mouth -- it felt strangely right -- like it was meant for my mouth. I didn't know what to do, so I just moved my tongue around and moved him in and out of my mouth, sucking gently. I felt his grow in my mouth as Michael moaned. I continued to minister to his needs. Soon I felt him enlarge a bit more pumped his load into my mouth. The taste was also unexpected. It was not a very pleasant taste, but I took all of his load and swallowed, remembering Patti's advice. I kept Michael in my mouth until he softened and then pulled off, lying next to him. Michael thanked me and kissed me. We snuggled for awhile before getting up. We got dressed and Michael took me out for lunch. –––––––––––––––––––– Sadly, this is all the Cheryl sent me before she passed. I truly wish she was still with us. Please let me know if you would like me to continue the story, and I will try to do so in a way that honors Cheryl's memory. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org