I was working at a claim center doing client overhaul for a baron party. The pay was n't great but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an special $ 1.50 an hr for it. We also worked 10 hours of overtime a week so it added up. I rode a privates rocket engine motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to bring everyday. Several other guys rode motorcycles to process but they were Harleys. genital organ rocket pilots and Harley riders do n't rag together. There were two designated parking field for bike. All the Harleys and cruisers parked in one, my single, cast out R6 was parked alone in the other one.

One good morning, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four piston chamber growl of a crotch garden rocket pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike rightfield side by side mine. I waited for him to move out his helmet so I could greet him. He was my acme, 5'10 ”. Chubby but in a burly sort of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how good-looking he was. I am not into guy and never even recognize how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

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

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

We had a long weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road trip. Go out on the route for a couple of days, see a few sight, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he was n't really into women. 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 interested in sex. Me, I was a dedicated cornet dog. If it turned out he was gay, it would n't count to me. Not what I was into. Not anymore, anyway. I had a calendar week long fling with a gay dandy 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 cognize 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 years in the Army. Being nude around early men was zero to me. I laid on one of the beds naked. Chris went to shower.

When he came out he had a towel wrapped around his waistline. He had a recondite, hefty hairy chest. He also had a bit of a gut but it made him sexier somehow. He had like a powerlifter physical body. I felt a bit of desire for him. He was just so blasted hot !

"There 's something I want you to bed. No one knows this. Just close kinfolk. I really do n't require anyone else to get laid this. Not right now."

"You can separate me anything Chris."

He opened his towel. He had the bouffant, haired snatch I had ever seen in my life. I was shocked. I had no estimate what to say.

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you consider ?"

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

"I 'm so glad 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 finally time I had sex, I was still a young lady girl."

"Damn !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

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

"I do n't know. Seems form of Wyrd. You sure you want to watch ?"

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his clit. He seemed a bit queasy and it took him a while to get into it. He did n't notice I had a raging hard on. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I made my motility. I slid off my bed and got between his leg."Getting a confining spirit ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't suffice. I just clamped my rima oris on his snatch. HIS pussy, seems uncanny writing it even now. I chowed down on his twat like I was starving to expiry. 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 grimace. I slid up his torso and slide my cock into his snatch. There it is again, HIS pussy. The genius and thoughts were all over the home. This was Chris. My best supporter. For all intents and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, balls deep in his pussycat and absolutely loving every endorsement of it. I came. The most intense orgasm I ever had in my life. I did n't desire it to end. I kept going. Chris came, his already stringent pussy squeezing my shaft. I came a arcsecond time. I did n't require to contain. I kept fucking Chris until I went completely soft then rolled off of him.

I looked at Chris."What the piece of tail was that ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Was that gay ?"

"I have no fuck estimation. But I loved it !"

"What now, Chris ?"

"I do n't know. This just a one time thing ?"

"I hope not."

With that I crawled between Chris'stage and started eating his kitty-cat again.

It 's been a calendar month since this happened. We have been fucking like rabbit since. He takes it up the ass sometimes, gives me slap-up 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 cunt though, that is limited .