I was working at a call option center of attention doing customer service for a magnate society. The pay was n't expectant but being that I was fluent in Spanish people, I was paid an additional $ 1.50 an 60 minutes for it. We also worked 10 hour of overtime a calendar week so it added up. I rode a private parts rocket motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to sour everyday. Several other guy rope rode bike to work but they were Harleys. Crotch rocket fender and Harley passenger do n't ride together. There were two designated parking areas for bike. All the Harleys and pleasure craft parked in one, my single, ostracized R6 was parked alone in the early one.

One morning, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growl of a fork rocket pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike rightfield next mine. I waited for him to remove his helmet so I could recognize him. He was my height, 5'10 ”. Chubby but in a husky sort of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how well-favoured he was. I am not into guys and never even acknowledge how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

It was still early. We exchanged names, his was Chris. He took off his armored jacket and I noticed he was wearing a black polo and khakis. There was a gun on his hip. Turned out he worked for the security society contracted to our building. He had been transferred from another site due to a female guard having a baby and going on maternity leave.

We hit it off. We rode together on weekends. Had beers after work. Hung out at each other 's place. I really liked the guy.

We had a retentive weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road trip. Go out on the road for a couple of days, see a few pile, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he was n't really into charwoman. He rarely looked at them. I did n't get a gay vibe from him, though. I assumed he maybe was a prude or not that interest in sex. Me, I was a dedicated horn dog. If it turned out he was gay, it would n't matter to me. Not what I was into. Not anymore, anyway. I had a week long fling with a gay dude in college. It was fun, I enjoyed it. Did n't repent it but never really wanted to do it again. Though I really did n't lie with what I would do if the chance presented itself with Chris. I really liked him as a friend, but I found him very attractive.

After riding for nearly of the day we pulled into a hotel. I showered first. I came out, toweling off, not covering up. I played football in high school and college. I also did 6 yr in the Army. Being nude around other men was nothing to me. I laid on one of the bed naked. Chris went to shower.

When he came out he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a deep, muscular hairy chest. He also had a bit of a gut but it made him sexier somehow. He had like a powerlifter material body. I felt a bit of desire for him. He was just so damned hot !

"There 's something I want you to have it off. No one knows this. Just close family. I really do n't want anyone else to experience this. Not decently now."

"You can tell me anything Chris."

He opened his towel. He had the tumescent, hairiest pussy I had ever seen in my lifetime. I was shocked. I had no idea what to say.

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you mean ?"

"Chris, that 's been there since we met. Why should it take a crap a difference ?"

"I 'm so glad you feel that way. I 'm trusted you have questions."

"fountainhead, duh ! How is sex for a guy with a twat ?"

"I do n't know. The live on time I had sex, I was still a miss girl."

"shucks !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

I found that intriguing."I would like to see that."

"I do n't recognize. Seems kind of Weird. You sure you want to catch ?"

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his button. He seemed a bit nervous and it took him a patch to get into it. He did n't observe I had a raging hard on. He closed his heart and tilted his head back. I made my move. I slid off my bed and got between his legs."Getting a closer look ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't answer. I just clamped my backtalk on his twat. HIS pussy, seems weird writing it even now. I chowed down on his twat like I was starving to death. It did n't take him long to cum. He did n't squirt but he got extremely wet, his juice were all over my face. I slid up his trunk and slide my shaft into his pussy. There it is again, HIS slit. The sensations and thought process were all over the place. This was Chris. My best ally. For all intents and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, lump deep in his snatch and absolutely make love every second of it. I came. The most intense orgasm I ever had in my biography. I did n't require it to end. I kept going. Chris came, his already slopped pussy squeezing my tool. I came a second time. I did n't require to stop. I kept fucking Chris until I went completely soft then rolled off of him.

I looked at Chris."What the fuck was that ?"

"What do you signify ?"

"Was that gay ?"

"I have no fucking idea. But I loved it !"

"What now, Chris ?"

"I do n't know. This just a one clip matter ?"

"I hope not."

With that I crawled between Chris'legs and started eating his cunt again.

It 's been a month since this happened. We have been fucking like rabbits since. He takes it up the ass sometimes, gives me great cum swallowing blowjobs. Fucking him in the ass is fun and all as are his blowjobs. But it is like fucking that guy in college. When I am pounding away at that pussy though, that is particular .