I was working at a call nerve centre doing customer religious service for a power ship's company. The pay was n't capital but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an excess $ 1.50 an hour for it. We also worked 10 time of day of overtime a week so it added up. I rode a crotch projectile bike, a Yamaha R6, to work on everyday. Several other guy wire rode bike to work but they were Harleys. Crotch projectile pilots and Harley rider do n't ride together. There were two designated parking areas for motorcycle. All the Harleys and cruisers parked in one, my single, ostracize R6 was parked alone in the other one.

One first light, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growling of a crotch rocket salad pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike right wing next mine. I waited for him to transfer his helmet so I could greet him. He was my elevation, 5'10 ”. Chubby but in a beefy sort of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how bighearted 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 early. We exchanged names, his was Chris. He took off his armour 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 company contracted to our building. He had been transferred from another situation due to a female guard having a baby and going on maternal quality leave.

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

We had a farseeing weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road trip. Go out on the road for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr., see a few sights, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he was n't really into char. 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 consecrate trump 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 gallant 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 recognize what I would do if the opportunity presented itself with Chris. I really liked him as a booster, 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 day and college. I also did 6 years in the army. Being nude around other men was nix to me. I laid on one of the layer naked. Chris went to shower.

When he came out he had a towel wrapped around his waistline. He had a rich, 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 curse hot !

"There 's something I want you to know. No one knows this. Just close crime syndicate. I really do n't want anyone else to know this. Not in good order now."

"You can tell me anything Chris."

He opened his towel. He had the puffiest, haired pussy I had ever seen in my life. I was shocked. I had no idea what to say.

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you conceive ?"

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

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

"wellspring, duh ! How is sex for a guy with a puss ?"

"I do n't eff. The close sentence I had sex, I was still a female child girl."

"Damn !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

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

"I do n't sleep with. Seems form of weird. You sure you want to check ?"

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his button. He seemed a bit flighty 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 move. I slid off my bed and got between his legs."Getting a closer feeling ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't answer. I just clamped my mouthpiece on his pussy. HIS snatch, seems weird writing it even now. I chowed down on his puss 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 succus were all over my boldness. I slid up his body and slid my cock into his slit. There it is again, HIS pussy. The sensations and persuasion were all over the shoes. This was Chris. My dependable Friend. For all intention and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, Ball deep in his pussy and absolutely loving every mo of it. I came. The most vivid orgasm I ever had in my life. I did n't want it to end. I kept going. Chris came, his already tight pussycat squeezing my dick. I came a second time. I did n't need to terminate. 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 mean ?"

"Was that gay ?"

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

"What now, Chris ?"

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

"I hope not."

With that I crawled between Chris'legs and started eating his puss 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 blowjob. Fucking him in the ass is fun and all as are his cock sucking. But it is like fucking that guy in college. When I am pounding away at that pussy though, that is particular .