The locker room bustled with activity. A group of old men were preparing for a class. I’d just finished my workout for the day. I stayed calm through the whole process. None of them noticed my feminine chest.
I texted Michael the second I got out. I wished he could have been in there with me. His lessons had definitely made me more confident.
Michael responded quickly. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you. It’s a shame I had this appointment. We are definitely celebrating later.”
“Thank you.”
“My place tomorrow at 8 pm sound good?”
“Yes! I’ll be there!”
I arrived at Michael’s duplex slightly overdressed. I had no idea what he wanted. It was too late for dinner. A part of me was hopeful.
Michael opened the door overdressed too. The lights were dimmed, and he’d set candles out. Soft piano music played. He ushered me in.
I sat on his couch. He’d set an arrangement of flowers and a large box of chocolates on the coffee table. He sat right next to me. Our hips touched.
“Michael, you didn’t have to do all of this.”
“I wanted to, for somebody as wonderful as you. Normally I’d just celebrate with pizza and beer, but you’re different. I thought this would fit better.”
Michael rested his hand on my leg. I understood. I slowly kissed him. When I pulled away, he was beaming. I noticed something stiff in his pants.
“How long have you been planning this?” I asked.
“A week or so. But I’ve been imagining it for longer.” He slid his hand higher up my leg.
“Me too,” I admitted.
We embraced. Our tongues danced feverishly. Our chests pressed against each other. We turned the rest of our bodies to face each other, our legs rubbing against each other.
“I haven’t felt this way since college,” Michael gasped, undoing the buttons on my shirt.
The shirt fell to the floor, and he started kissing his way down my chest. His hands continued further. They ran up and down my packer as his tongue circled my nipples.
He extinguished the candles. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
We lost the rest of our clothes on the way to the bedroom. I twisted my 3P into an erect state. Michael’s cock was already starting to leak.
Michael pushed me onto the bed. His excitement made him look at least ten years younger. The youthful energy flowed through to me. He grabbed the sides of my packing harness.
I sat up. “W- what are you doing?”
“I want you naked. Totally naked. I want to make that boy-pussy mine,” he crooned.
“No thanks.”
Michael stopped. “What?”
“Please don’t put anything in my vagina. You can lick my mini-dick as much as you want and my ass is fine for anything, but no vagina stuff. It’s…”
Michael pushed the harness back up. “Can I put my dick in your asshole?”
“Few things make me feel more manly.”
Michael grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table. It felt warm against my hole. He stared at me pensively. He shoved a pillow under me, lifting my hips. With a sweet smile, his fingers entered me.
He slowly explored my ass. His precision told me it was something he had done before. Maybe with some of his previous lady friends. No matter where he learned it, the experience was paying off. I was already thrusting to him.
He moved further up. His hard dick brushed against my leg. He lined it up with his hand. Then, he entered me. Even the tip felt good.
Michael’s energy returned. He pushed my legs out of the way to get more traction. His abdomen rubbed against my assistance. The sensation that created was amazing.
But the thing that put it over the top was his eyes. There was a true passion in them. I could get lost in that passion. Even when he went to kiss some part of my body, we kept the eye contact.
I held him close. The energy grew. Our combined libidos fueled us to greater heights. Our scents and sweat mixed.
Michael’s arms tightened around me. His movements became sharper.
He moaned, “That’s it. I’m so close…”
I clung to him. My cheek brushed against his hairy chest. I kissed it.
That was what it took. His cum filled me. His eyes glistened. He stayed in me until the last drop fell.
“Nick… that was really… I haven’t felt that way since college,” Michael gasped.
I noticed a red line on his abdomen. “You’ve got quite a look going there.”
“I do.” He looked at my erect packer, blushed, and looked away.
I crawled up to him. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“About?”
“Did you feel masculine?”
“Yes, very!”
“Hmm… that’s good.”
“What are you thinking, Michael?” I touched his shoulder.
“I don’t know how to say this without sounding rude,” he stated. “You’re the first person I’ve ever heard say that anal is masculine. I’ve always resisted it because I thought it would make me look weaker.”
“There is an entire market of toys specifically made for cis women to penetrate their male partners.” I hugged him. “There’s nothing weak about getting what you want.”
He finally looked at me again. “Could we try?”
“I’ll start slow. Don’t worry,” I whispered.
I rubbed a somewhat large amount of lube onto Michael’s rosebud. He laid on his back, legs spread, watching me. I smiled, holding my finger against the hole. I only pressed in when there was no resistance.
He took a sharp breath. I looked up, worried. His mouth was open, eyes wide. His dick was starting to harden.
“Setting up for a second round, hm?” I teased.
My fingers moved carefully. I tried to avoid going too deep or moving too fast. Even if Michael wanted more, I had to be a moderating force.
Michael was smiling now. His eyes were bright. His cock hardened with each move. He started stroking it with one hand. Then, he shifted onto his knees so he could stroke mine.
His mouth relaxed. Cum shot out of his dick, splattering onto my chest, my hips, and the bed. My body tensed in climax. Aching, I pulled out.
“You look so sexy covered in my cum,” Michael breathed.
“I wish I could say the same, but…” I gestured to my crotch. “My kit is missing the cum function.”
“You’ve never squirted?”
“No,” I replied.
Michael smirked. “After we get cleaned up, I’m going to make a phone call. I think I know someone who can help you with that.”
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