I was working at a call option sum doing customer service for a mightiness party. The pay was n't majuscule but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an supererogatory $ 1.50 an time of day for it. We also worked 10 hours of extra time a calendar week so it added up. I rode a privates rocket motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to mold everyday. several other guys rode bike to act but they were Harleys. private parts rocket pilots and Harley riders do n't ride together. There were two designated parking areas for bike. All the Harleys and cabin cruiser parked in one, my single, ostracized R6 was parked alone in the early one.

One daybreak, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growling of a genital organ arugula pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike right adjacent mine. I waited for him to remove his helmet so I could greet him. He was my height, 5'10 ”. Chubby but in a burly variety of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how handsome he was. I am not into guys and never even notice how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

It was still ahead of time. We exchanged names, his was Chris. He took off his armour jacket and I noticed he was wearing a Negro Marco Polo and khakis. There was a gun on his hip. Turned out he worked for the protection company contracted to our construction. 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 study. Hung out at each early 's spot. I really liked the guy.

We had a prospicient weekend come up due to a vacation and planned a road tripper. Go out on the route for a couple of solar day, see a few pot, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he was n't really into woman. 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 occupy 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 regret it but never really wanted to do it again. Though I really did n't love what I would do if the opportunity presented itself with Chris. I really liked him as a champion, but I found him very attractive.

After riding for most of the day we pulled into a hotel. I showered first. I came out, toweling off, not covering up. I played football in luxuriously school and college. I also did 6 year in the Army. Being nude statue around other men was nothing to me. I laid on one of the seam 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 physique. I felt a bit of desire for him. He was just so damned hot !

"There 's something I want you to know. No one knows this. Just close family. I really do n't desire anyone else to know this. Not mighty now."

"You can differentiate me anything Chris."

He opened his towel. He had the puffiest, hairy pussy I had ever seen in my lifespan. I was shocked. I had no musical theme what to say.

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you think ?"

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

"I 'm so gladiola you feel that way. I 'm sure you have questions."

"Well, duh ! How is sex for a guy with a pussycat ?"

"I do n't know. The survive clip I had sex, I was still a girl girl."

"darn !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

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

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

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his clitoris. He seemed a bit nervous and it took him a spell to get into it. He did n't find I had a raging hard on. He closed his eyes and tilted his promontory back. I made my move. I slid off my bed and got between his legs."Getting a closer tone ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't answer. I just clamped my mouth on his pussy. HIS slit, seems weird writing it even now. I chowed down on his snatch like I was starving to death. It did n't direct him long to cum. He did n't squirt but he got extremely wet, his juices were all over my face. I slid up his body and slide my putz into his pussy. There it is again, HIS pussy. The whizz and thoughts were all over the place. This was Chris. My best friend. For all spirit and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, balls deep in his kitty and absolutely loving every second of it. I came. The most intense coming I ever had in my life. I did n't want it to end. I kept going. Chris came, his already tight pussy squeezing my stopcock. I came a second clip. I did n't want to bar. I kept fucking Chris until I went completely mild then rolled off of him.

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

"What do you intend ?"

"Was that gay ?"

"I have no fucking musical theme. But I loved it !"

"What now, Chris ?"

"I do n't lie with. This just a one time affair ?"

"I hope not."

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

It 's been a month since this happened. We have been fucking like lapin 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 blowjob. But it is like fucking that guy in college. When I am pounding away at that cunt though, that is special .