The guy who first did oral on me after I transitioned was a friend of mine. His head was bald and he had a goatee and was just not the type of person who typically piqued my interest sexually. He had a good sense of humor and oozed confidence, though, and that attracted me. Anyway, we wound up drinking Shiraz one night on my living room couch while listening to Rihanna via his iPhone’s Pandora app. Then after about an hour, we started messing around.
Basically, we kissed for several minutes and the next thing I knew, we were laying down on the couch and he was yanking off my skinny jeans. In a really sexy and rough sort of way, too — you know, like they do in the movies, when two lovers go at each other like unleashed animals. It was a turn-on, not to mention a surprise.