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March 11th, 10:43 PM
The click and thunk of the door shutting reverberated through the room
like a cymbal had been struck by a drummer. Why was I nervous all of a
sudden. I searched Paul's face for a sign he was nervous also and
without a word he pulled me towards him. "I... Well, I'm not like very
practiced at this... I'm a bit nervous," he said just inches from my
face.
"Well, neither am I... You are the first man I've kissed in over a
year, so if I suck at it just know I'm out of practice..."
He chuckled and I could smell the sweet scent of alcohol on his breath.
"If it's any consolation I think you haven't lost anything in the
kissing department..."
If the lighting was better he probably would see I was flushed,
partially due to the alcohol coursing through my system, but more so
because I wanted to kiss him. We were so close, it was easy to get lost
in those light brown eyes... I decided to go for it and leaned in to
kiss him. Tender, lips in unison, tongues in kind - anxious but not
desperate. I literally felt woozy, weak in the knees, and if not for
him wrapping his arms around me I might have done something embarrassing
- like falling over.
His arms released their hug and I felt his hands move to my hips, while
the kissing intensified. I was happy and excited that he was more at
ease in the connection we were sharing. There were moments of raw want,
primal and urgent, then slow mind numbing romantic and playful
exploration during that kiss. I could hear my strained breathes rising
and falling in volume to our seeking of pleasure and basking in knowing
we were certainly having the desired effect on one another. I'm sure I
moaned quietly a few times during the minute or so the kiss lasted...
When we broke the kiss I was searching his eyes for the fear I had seen
the night before, there wasn't any. It made me smile, to which he
asked, "What?"
"Nothing... You have very nice eyes."
"So do you..." he said, kissing me quickly, hugging me again while doing
so.
It felt right, like we had been together for months, rather than just
days - dancing around our wants, denying them. When we broke the kiss
this time he stepped into me, forcing me back a step and against the
wall. A quick look into my eyes and we were kissing again. His hands
on my hips, his hips against mine were slowly grinding into me, once,
then a second time...
HRT effects are different for everyone. I have been asked every
question imaginable, and then some, in regards to my male parts that
remain and being made to think about them, discuss them only adds to my
sexual dysphasia. Yes, dysphasia because what I believe in my heart and
soul is constantly called into question because of what hangs between my
legs, that I can still feel, and certainly have to deal with daily.
Some people are curious purely on a cerebral level and wanting to
understand 'How does it feel?'. While others want to know details to
feed their fetish leaning fantasies. The questions always ranged from:
Do you tuck? Yes, I am usually tucked. Yes, it sucks, but that part of
my body is fairly dormant anyway, so whatever...
Did you shrink? What, like laundry? No I didn't shrink - not that I
was massive to begin with and it would be way easier if it had.
Erections? Yes, I still have erections - but they take much more work,
namely my mental state has to be overly stimulated. Most times I'm
lucky to have mild swelling down there and honestly I could care less
about my penis these days.
Do you cum? Yes, I can still cum - but it's not like before beginning
HRT. Now there's a muted ejaculation feeling that's not overly
satisfying physically and cum that is barely a few pitiful drops.
People always seemed way more interested in my 'junk' than I did - I
just wanted it gone forever. Seeing, in my mind, erotic pleasures
always gave me a bigger thrill - until this moment. I was in the midst
of what had to be the perfect storm - attraction, longing for intimacy,
and an alcohol catalyst. Perfect storm...
Being tucked as I was - was becoming uncomfortable though and Paul
grinding into my hips was not helping. I could feel his excitement
protruding like a hard rod between us and every tiny move we made seemed
to raise the level of our mutual arousal. I had no idea what the extent
of this portion of our evening was going to entail, but I needed to get
some control over what was going on with my own arousal and get some
relief from the waist down.
I moved my hands to his shoulders and pulled away from a kiss we had
both been trying to get lost in. I must have had a concerned look on my
face because he asked. "Are you OK?"
This was going to be an awkward conversation. No sooner had I thought
that, I could feel a slight lessoning in the swelling I had between my
legs. Not exactly comfort inducing, but better. Now what? Do I say
something? I didn't want to explain this... Fuck!
"Elizabeth..."
Crap! I was taking too long to reply, AUGH! Answer him. "Yes, I'm...
I, any... I mean, would you mind if I got more comfortable?"
He looked relieved, a smile on his face said he was relieved. "Sure,
you want me to just hang out here?" He looked over to the sofa.
Oh my God... Why is this so complicated? "Sure, if you want or you
could... I mean, I'm going in the bedroom. If you want you could come
with..."
He was smiling still, but maybe not buying that everything was OK. He
still had hold of my hips and I could feel his breath warm in my face as
he spoke, "I have no expectations about anything tonight... I just
wanted to be with you a little longer."
I could feel my expression change, but I tried to keep my feelings from
bleeding out, "Do you need to leave soon?"
Now it was his turn to show disappointment and a questioning look
blanketed his face. "No... I just, I... There's like no pressure
here. If we just talked and held hands, maybe kissed... I mean that
would be perfect. I'm not pressing..."
"Oh, OK... I thought you needed to leave..."
"I'll stay until you kick me out, how about that?"
Ah, hope you're prepared not to be going anywhere - I thought smiling.
"Alighty then, you stay until I kick you out. In the mean time, I need
to be more comfortable, come on..." I took his hand and we walked to the
bed room.
March 11th, 11:01 PM
The nightstand light was on in the bedroom and strewn on the bed were
outfits I'd consider wearing, but didn't make the cut. I quickly
gathered them up, including a couple bras and panties - embarrassing for
sure. I unceremoniously dumped them in a pile on the chair near the
window. When I looked back at Paul I wondered if maybe this was a bad
idea, he looked worried. Or maybe I was just entertaining - the way I
tried to make everything neat, orderly, and that should have been dealt
with prior to dinner? Was I implying more was going to go on here than
he might be comfortable with? No, this was unplanned... Planned and
there would be rose pedals on the bed, chocolates, champagne...
Augh... This is ridiculous! Why am I over thinking this shit? Should
I say something? I saw the TV remote and picked it up, extending it to
him. "Find something to watch, get comfortable, I'll be right back..."
He smiled and aimed the remote at the TV, while I rummaged through a
dresser drawer for something that would give me more freedom, but didn't
scream 'slut', yet masked things from the waist down. This shouldn't be
that difficult... I grabbed a few things and headed to the bathroom
without saying anything or looking back. I was self-conscious enough
right now, every move I made felt like... Augh! Get over yourself!
Fuck!
When the door to the bathroom closed I got a momentary respite from
feeling like I wasn't being myself - if I listened to any of my inner
dialog. I need these shorts off and to be free from the gaff that kept
me from looking obviously male. I unbuckled the small belt buckle,
undid the button at the waist, and zipped down the zipper. I let the
shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
I hated how my legs being so long made my torso look short. Then there
were my big feet... Augh! I kicked the white Sketchers off, then
placed them side-by-side next to the vanity. I folded the white Old
Navy shirts, putting them on the shoes. If Paul came in here I
certainly didn't want him thinking I was a slob - though he might
already have that thought given the clothes I'd left all over the bed.
I looked in the mirror - Yeah, I am out of my element here...
I pulled my panties down and undid the gaff. There was great relief,
but intense shame once my cock was free. Why did every positive seem to
be flushed down the shitter because of this last bit of my previous
self? Stop over thinking... I was a lot less aroused now, so swelling
was no longer an issue. This is ridiculous! Move on...
I pulled on a cute pair of cheeky panties that were both tight fitting
and rode high enough in the front to keep things semi under control.
Well, as best as can be expected. I grabbed a pair of loose fitting
runners shorts to finish up my 'comfort' look. They didn't hide
everything going on down there exactly, but at least it was better than
suffering an immobilized penis in the gaff - which was your basic
bondage encased cock device.
I undid the buttons for my top, slid it off my shoulders, and stared at
myself in the mirror. Shoulders - too wide... Grrr! Stop! Bra or no
bra? Bra... No question - stupid to even consider the other option. I
folded the top and added it to the pile of clothes I had taken off. I
had a baggie t-shirt, a compression type tank top, and a loose fitting
tank top to choose from. In order it was frumpy comfort, cute but too
tight, or nice and comfortable. The loose tank top won out...
I ran a brush through my hair and considered touching up my makeup. No
time, I felt like I'd been in here way to long already. Lip gloss? No,
not like he's going to notice... Augh! I stepped back for a final
inspection. Going to have to be good enough. Why can't I ever be
satisfied?
As I opened the door I thought maybe if I was any longer he might be
asleep? Wouldn't that be... The room was empty as I entered. My heart
sank... I looked out the door to the living room area, no sound, no
movement. I was about to panic until I heard the flushing toilet in the
other bathroom, followed by the sink being turned on. Relief washed
over me... Relax would you?!!?
I hadn't even noticed the TV was on an all music channel, classic soft
rock, the song Hotel California by The Eagles was just beginning to
play. Not exactly my taste of music, but it wasn't horrid - pretty sure
my parents listened to this stuff.
"You look comfortable... Better?"
I spun around quickly. "Ah, yes... Much better." I sounded flustered.
"Good... You look cute. That your running gear?"
Paul was now standing next to me. Why was I a frozen statue? I felt a
flurry of emotions and tried to compartmentalize them - excitement,
want, comfort, want... Wait I said that, what... Paul took my hand and
I just watched, slow motion, freeze frame movements, his lips now on
mine, bodies barely touching, electric...
March 11th, 11:16 PM
When the kiss ended I still had my eyes closed, I was mesmerized... I
could have been floating, adrift on a body of water, it was very
peaceful. I'm sure it was the alcohol still making me loopy and of
course Paul being sexy as... He moved ever so slightly and my eyes
popped open. "Where'd you go," he asked.
I know I was blushing. "No where..."
"Your bed too soft?"
What? "Is there such a thing," I said confused.
Paul let his hold on me wane and reached over to the bed, pushing on its
top with two hands, then spinning to sit on it - bouncing a few times
for good measure. "Oh God! This mattress is so much nicer than mine.
I sunk into mine the first night and woke up with back problems. Been
sleeping on the couch since."
I hadn't thought there would be such a wild difference in mattresses in
the hotel, but I wasn't going to argue or suggest that he just change
his room. I crawled up on to the bed and plopped my head down on the
pillow and sang, "Ah... My bed's better than your bed..."
He was watching me and laid back on the bed next to me, rolling over to
face me. "Your mattress has something mine doesn't, that's for sure..."
"Me?" I asked playfully...
He was looking at me from across the his pillow. "That's probably the
biggest difference..." He lifted his head and moved over to kiss me.
I pulled him closer and got lost in our tongues, lips, and minds giving
in to one another. He had a hand at the small of my back pulling me
closer and I tried to wrap my arms around him tighter. When his hand
moved lower to my ass and squeezed I couldn't help but moan. He was
gentle, but firm in his grasp of my ass. I tried grinding my hips into
his, but feebly it was more like I was rubbing his leg with my slow and
awkward gyrations.
That action got his hand running up the back of my tank top caressing me
softly - all while our tongues were in a sprint for who could get more
from our lips being locked together. I felt a tugging and could feel
the straps of my bra being undone. I pulled back from our kiss and was
studying his face, he was smiling. "Didn't think I could still do that
one handed..." That was followed by a nervous chuckle.
"Oh really? You haven't been practicing today for that move," I said
smiling up at him.
"I could try that a hundred times and only be successful thirty percent
of the time..."
I giggled, but it was out of nervousness - I hoped the barely B-cup
breast waiting for him to discover wasn't going to be a disappointment.
Before I could reconcile what might be coming, his left hand snaked
between my hold on him, around an overly padded bra - to make things
even more awkward, and he had my right breast in his hand. Our gazes on
each other never shifted and I was intently studying his face for some
reaction, rejection, shock, fear... He squeezed softly, making me suck
in a slow breath and close my eyes. When his lips touched mine, I felt
like I was melting... I wanted him so bad.
The kiss was a mere peck, he was more interested in my cheek... No, my
neck and I stiffened and moaned loader than expected when his tongue
traced to my ear. I wanted to pull him on top of me, but that wasn't a
good idea. I might not have been fully engorged in my running shorts,
but any contact between our bodies and that part of my body specifically
was going to mortify me beyond explanation. Maybe it would be an
unwelcome shock to him?
"Elizabeth..." I heard him whisper.
I shuddered, pawed for his face and kissed him with an intensity I
cannot ever remember experiencing in my life. He joined in with as much
gusto as I was demanding, squeezing my breast, tracing the now solid
nipple, rubbing it, pressing on it... All while I sucked and played
with his tongue like I couldn't get enough, gasping for air through
flared nostrils...
When he stopped kissing me I wasn't sure what was happening, but a
tugging, pulling at my tank top told me he wanted the top off. I tried
to catch up and loosely tried to move with his pulling and somehow the
tank top, then bra were gone - flying crazily over the edge of the
bed... I wished the light was off, his staring at my chest I couldn't
read - was he disgusted?
"Beautiful... Oh, God, you're so beautiful..."
I looked away briefly, and pulled him to me, kissing him softly. "Your
turn..." I croaked and pulled at his polo shirt. He obliged willingly
and I got my first look at a moderately hairy chest that was more
defined than his baggie shirt let on. I ran a hand through the hair,
letting my nails gently scratch his chest. "Oh, I like this a lot..."
and playfully rubbed his hairy chest.
That comment was ignored and I watched as he lowered his head to the
breast he had cupped in his hand. I could feel the heat of his breath
first, then the warmth of his lips, tongue tracing the nipple, sucking,
hand squeezing softly... I was on my second or third mental orgasm,
body stiff, one hand locked in his hair encouraging him to continue. It
felt beyond words, explanation, I... Fuck me! I mean literally I would
scream that at the top of my lungs if it were a possibility...
It was possible of course, but not in the traditional sense. And
regardless of what one might see in the porn bullshit online - it takes
prep to be ready for that, lube - lots of it, and a partner in the right
mindset. Yes, anal sex could be on the table - but this was not going
to be the night for that...
A slurping noise startled me and I arched my back from the pressure of
his lips on my nipple. "Auuuahh..." I pulled at his hair to get him to
release, but he continued sucking. "Ppppaaall..." and I pushed his face
into my breast, smashing it and causing me to squirm. He let me pull
his face from my tit and I huffed a few breaths aloud...
"Oh... Oh, my..." he said like a teenage boy enthralled by what he'd
just experienced.
I pushed him back and he plopped playfully onto the pillow next to me.
"Haha..." I said smiling down at him after crawling over to him so my
chest lay on his. I looked at him and kissed him softly, a quick
peck...
I was beyond horny, anxious to ramp this up a little, and maybe take a
little control. I was looking at him wondering if I could... "What's
up?"
"Nothing..." I said slyly, as I let a hand drift down his side.
"Hey now... I'm ticklish."
"You shouldn't tell me those deepest, darkest secrets. What if I wanted
to tie you up? Guess what I'd do to you first?"
"Yeah... I'm not much for being tied up. Little claustrophobic, truth
be told."
"Really?"
"Mmmhmm... Not a fan of elevators or enclosed, tight spaces."
"How you going to come visit me in Seattle," and as soon as I said that
I thought maybe that was too forward.
"I can wait for you in the lobby. Don't they have a lobby? Probably a
Starbucks in your building?"
"Lobby yes, Starbucks no - cute little stand with a college kid that
drives my coworker wild..."
"He into her?"
"I don't know, they play a good game of flirting back and forth..." I
let my hand move across his waist slowly and could feel him tightening
his abs. I smiled at him, he just raised an eyebrow. About the middle,
I found the button for his shorts, tugged, and was surprised that it
came undone with barely any effort. Paul's eyes were locked on mine. I
unzipped his shorts and wasted no time caressing a very hard cock inside
of some kind of athletic spandex type boxers. I could feel a wet spot
and paused a finger over it, gently rubbing the sticky wetness...
Paul's breaths were a bit more strained when I started unzipping, there
was more strain as I rubbed his cock through the smooth fabric of his
boxers. I looked at him, smiled, placed a tiny kiss at his lips and
then kissed his chest, moving my lips lower until I was about at his
stomach. I repositioned myself lower on the bed, hooked the sides of
his shorts and pulled them down while he shimmied a little to help. I
tossed them as playfully as he'd tossed my top and bra over the side of
the bed... He just watched and smiled, my little tits jiggling with
every move I made. I'm sure I was being entertaining...
When my fingers hooked the waist band of his boxers he closed his eyes,
I pulled them down, and off quickly. His cock jumped and bounced
through that momentary awkwardness - he was as firm, rock hard, as
expected. When I touch it he inhaled quickly through clenched teeth,
letting his breathe out slowly in little huffs. I marveled at its size,
which was probably average, but it's girth gave him an impressive heft.
His eyes remained shut and when I wrapped a hand around his cock he
jumped ever so slightly. My turn to make you writher in ecstasy Mr.
Kline...
The last time I was in a position like this, where my lips were this
close to a man's cock, was nearly four years ago. I still had a tiny
burn mark just above my ankle as a reminder of that night. The lighting
being used - one of two basic floor lamps - got knocked over onto me
while the head asshole was filming the three of us going at it. His
friends fucking me from both ends might sound dreamy - I'd happily tell
anyone it's not worth the trouble and not that much fun.
My hero, the 'director', 'filmographer' as he liked to think of himself
- moved quickly to get the lamp off of me, so the damage was minimal -
the scar remained though. The bare bulb from the lamp landed on my
ankle causing the burn. Why four years later did I feel it now? Ghost
burn?
I hoped Paul's expectations were lower than what he likely saw in that
video - an easy one to find with me in it online... Augh! Hello self
doubt! Fuck You! This is going to be like riding a bike - something
you don't forget how to do. It's nerve racking to wondering, to
worrying, to over think whether I could do this and do it right. Only
one way to find out...
I ran a finger through the slick, sticky precum at the tip of Paul's
cock. He shook with the slightest of jolts. I looked up at him, his
eyes were closed still - OK good, don't watch me... I looked back to my
hand, surreal to see it holding him, and slowly wrapped my lips around
the head. This time his jolting was more pronounced, a thrust to be
further inside of my mouth, and a small cry of pleasure. I felt
powerful and at the same time energized, alive, and very satisfied with
all the ways this was making me feel inside.
My free hand slid slowly between his legs to cup his balls as I made
that first trip down the shaft. I kept my lips tightly against his
shaft, tongue guiding him deeper into my wide open mouth, and quicker
than expected my lips were at my fingers wrapped solidly around the base
of his cock. Slow down... The head of Paul's cock was taking up every
bit of space at the back of my throat - not yet to the gag stage, but if
I removed my hand to get that extra space - it certainly would be.
I was so focused on my conquest - getting nearly every inch of him
inside of my mouth - it took me a moment to hear and feel his breathing
change. Tight, shallow huffs and with every movement I made they became
more strained, alive. My mouth made the return trip up his shaft and
slurped loudly at the tip - which got me a satisfying little jump from
his hips and a moan. I rolled my eyes and head slightly to see if he
was watching - nope, eyes still shut. Why hadn't I thought to turn the
light out?
I blew on the head of his cock, while jacking it slowly, rhythmically,
then letting just the tip play 'peek-a-boo' between my lips. I was
moving slowly, but Paul's hips were straining to not thrust, pump
wildly. We were out of sync more times than in - so I took more of him
in my mouth. While not exactly in unison he seemed to struggle less and
his moans, little cry's, peeps of pleasure became louder, more
pronounced. I was sure I added to the symphony of noises myself, though
not as intense as Paul.
When I felt a hand on my shoulder I stopped all movement and slide my
lips off his cock. I know we were in the room alone, but being touched
surprised me - though it shouldn't have. I looked to his face, he was
watching me. I slowly let my grip slip from around his cock and stopped
cupping his balls...
He looked concerned. "You.. I... That feels so amazing. Don't have
to..."
I felt shy for some reason. Wouldn't be because I was nearly between
his legs, little tits wiggling wildly and free, or being partially erect
myself in not baggie enough running short? Seriously - how much more
embarrassing could this moment get? His hand touched the side of my
face, I leaned into it breaking our gaze at each other. "I'm... I want
to Paul..."
When he didn't say anything, I took a quick peek at him, then lowered my
head to his cock, lips parting, gliding him inside my mouth, while I
wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft again. I began bobbing my
head up and down his cock, slowly at first, then picked up the pace.
Cupping his balls got a shudder from him and he began moving his hips in
unison with my sucking of his cock. Slow, fast, his thrusts were
bouncing off the back of my throat. A few times I gagged, suppressed
gags, and he would ease up hearing my discomfort.
I was squeezing his balls, jacking his shaft, trying to keep my jaw from
hurting from keeping a steady pressure on a very thick cock. He moaned,
cried out through clenched teeth, and I am positive I had moaned a few
times myself. Paul caressed my cheek, moved my hair to the side, but I
kept going... At some point I pulled him from my mouth, huffed loudly a
few breaths, and was right back to trying to get this man to cum.
Shifting to my knees, I crawled between his legs and felt his body
stiffen... He was close... I sped up jacking him, while concentrating
my lips on the bulbous head of his cock. There as a groan, his hands
trying to hold my face, his hips thrusting... I let his cock slip from
my lips and before I could get the head of his cock back in my mouth I
got the first spray of cum. He was crying in ecstasy, trying to push
his cock back into my mouth, and the second burst, glob of cum went into
my hair... Paul's body became very rigid and one hand pulled at the
sheets, while the other tried to guide my face back to his cock.
I pulled on his cock while he was thrusting his hips off the bed and got
his cock between my lips, plunging him fully in until my face was buried
in his pubs and rubbing my fingers that had a death grip around his
shaft. The third ejaculation of cum was now in my mouth and I loosened
my lips around his cock so as to let it dribble out. I did not like cum
in my mouth. It was not sexy, it was not a conquest spoil I enjoyed.
It was sticky, thick, and smelled like bleach to me. I could feel his
seed coat my hand, and with that added as lube I jacked him quickly a
few times. That got me muffled cries and when I looked up, Paul had a
pillow over his face. I couldn't help but smile...
Easy as riding a bike, I guess...
Kierra
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