The part of this story that turns me on to this day is one that can only be fully embraced by knowing that before 2016, I was straight. I was straight, and titties, ass, and pussy were what filled my feed here on Reddit at that time. I’ll keep this part short, so I’ll just quickly mention that I met a beautiful girl (Sofia) through work who I decided to ask out for a drink. She accepted and we were dating for 3 weeks with only hugs and kisses as the extent of our physical contact when we decided to take it further. I then learned that she was afraid to reveal that she was transgender. The rest is a story for another post, but I’ll say that I really liked her as a person, and I eventually indulged.
Julia was a friend of Sofia’s. She loved being the bottom, but knowing that I used to be “straight” was something that she says made being my top a lot of fun. When we met up for some fun on a Sunday, I arrived to find a man with her. Julia was in heels and wore no clothing. Her body, filled with tattoos, curvy in the right places, and a cock that dangled as to tease you with it’s girth and beautiful color. The man (Paul) was naked, too. Up until this point in time, however, I only indulged cock that was attached to beautiful women. So when Julia proposed a threesome with her friend, I arrogantly asked that he simply be my teammate in showing Julia a great time. Nothing more.
Paul was incredibly respectful about my wishes during our threesome. By the end of our fun, Julia laid between us softly caressing our cum drained cocks. When she got up to clean herself, I felt disgusted for being so close to Paul, and when I decided to get up I felt a tug at my arm. I turned and saw Paul holding his cock with one hand and my arm in the other. He aggressively pulled me towards him and kissed me. I immediately pushed him off and got ready to punch him when he said, “Look at your cock, man. You’re hard. I saw how you looked at Julia’s. You wanted it, and when you had it in your mouth, you loved every second of it.” I stood there trying to figure out why I wasn’t punching him, but he was right. I was hard, and Julia’s cock was delicious to me and wished I had more.
He reached over and gently closed his hand on my throbbing cock and said, “What makes mine different?” In that moment, I didn’t know what was beginning to come over me. I let him touch me and without thinking, I touched his. It felt like any other one I’d held up to that point. It throbbed against my palm as I gently stroked it. He moved a bit closer and leaned down, wrapping his lips around my head that had already begun to leak. His tongue swirled against and around the tip, flicking it as he backed away to come up and kiss me. When our lips met, I felt like a hypocrite. A liar. As if going from loving everything about a woman’s body to women with cocks wasn’t confusing enough, I had sworn that men were just not my thing. I mean, come on! I only first enjoyed a trans woman because of her personality and later her cock, it had to be because of how passable they were. Right?
I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I should hate what was happening, but the truth is that I refused to stop.
As he kissed me, his cock rubbed against mine and he insisted on having my hand run down and against his chest and abs. His hands wandered too. They caressed my thighs and squeezed my ass, pulling to one side as to reveal my asshole to an invisible audience. This turned me on so much that the bad thoughts became quieter and I unashamedly leaned down in front of him to get a taste. My tongue landed on his balls. His scrotum was wrinkly with peach fuzz, and each nut was massive, almost calling for me to suck on. So, I did. He tasted like cock. A flavor I had come to love because of my trans friends.
I decided to speed things up and pushed him onto the bed where he laid with his cock pointing to the sky. I climbed the bed, beginning to second guess my actions once more before letting go as I sat on his lubed up cock. Slowly pushing him inside of me. Each inch of his slowly stretched me and penetrated what I once thought of as off limits and later “for trans only.” But my ass was his in that moment, and he felt it, too. He slowly thrusted it in and out, and with every thrust in I twitched with pain and an overwhelming desire for more.
As if summoned by a predefined queue, Julia came out of the bathroom with her long soft cock dangling against her beautiful thighs. Her hair was wet from the shower she had been taking while Paul and I were making life changing decisions for me, and the smile that came across her face when she saw me bouncing on Paul told me that she really liked what was in front of her.
“You boys leaving me out of the fun,” she asked. Her long tan legs took one step in front of the other bouncing her ass as she walked the red carpet that led to our bedside. She then leaned in and kissed me, whispering to me that she wanted me to eat her ass. Paul leaned forward with his cock still inside of me and wrapped one arm around me as he continued to thrust and pulled Julia in to kiss her. They both pushed me on my back where I lay with my ass stretched and throbbing, needing more. They gave me what I wanted. Paul kissed me from thighs to balls, stopping there to lick them down to my shaft and then my asshole. Julia nor Sofia had ever done this. I always keep clean in all areas, but having convinced myself that anal from my friends was only ever the furthest I’d explore, I never thought to let them lick me there. It was magic. As he licked me and kissed me there like no one ever had, Julia tilted my head back off the edge of the bed and smiled at me as she grabbed her cock and placed it on my face. Its weight and scent gave me feelings that i find difficult to describe and eager to taste her again I opened my mouth and began to feel her burry it deep in my throat.
I don’t want to be anymore long winded than I have been already, but perhaps you can see how a past of straight thoughts about pussy made this moment that much more special. There was not a second that I didn’t enjoy, and enjoying it knowing my past, filled me that much more with adrenaline. I could go on and tell you about the way she had me eat her ass and lick her balls as Paul fucked me or how Paul face fucked me while Julia gave my ass a go or even about the end in which they both unloaded, Paul in my ass and Julia on my face and mouth. But I think you get the idea. I went from wanting to be with a trans woman and releasing a hidden desire to relinquishing all inhibitions to a man that made my desire for cock even stronger. And most importantly, I gained a release of sexual desire among two beautiful people who were just as horny and cock hungry as I am.
Three really is more fun after all. Even if it’s with a stranger. ?
edit: formatting.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nbvpcb/mmt_two_is_a_party_three_is_more_fun_right
Wow what a story.