Bill Was Special

by Larry Malone

It was the 1970s, elevation of the sexual revolution and way before the financial aid epidemic that cooled it down and I was in the center of it living in the San Francisco Bay area. I became an eager participant of the"free erotic love move"with no arriere pensee. I had recently tried being"Bi ”, giving and receiving, and enjoyed the experience to the stage I was really looking forward to doubling my delight and the phone number of available partners.

I was experimenting with everyone and everything sexually uncommitted and that 's when I came across eyeshade 's sex ad in one of the many sex newspapers and clip popular at the prison term. card referred to himself as a"transsexual"looking for"no drawstring attached sexual meetings"and in my tyro intimate uninformed mind I interpreted that as another full term for a transvestite male who wanted sex as he dressed as a cleaning woman. I was never with"one of those"so I was nervous to add one to my growing list of pardner of new sexual escapade and whatever that included.

After answering the ad and exchanging some brief musical note via post situation boxful and an even briefer telephone set call I was invited and went to note 's apartment on a sweltering summer good afternoon. beak met me at his room access in a red tankful top with dark chest pilus spilling over the top of it and that blended into his full-face beard. There was copious seeable hair's-breadth under his arm pits, and a full header of dark wavy hair. He was over 6'0 ”, clipping but not buffed, with haired legs showing under his short gym underdrawers popular at the time. I figured him to be in his too soon 30s. I thought to myself, this guy was going to be one ugly"female"if he was going to dress in retarding force. He invited me inside where there was a decided fragrance of marijuana lingering in the air mixed with an touch amount of the smell of cold beer. visor had obviously been enjoying both before I got there. He offered me a cold beer which I took and a Cannabis sativa joint which I refused. He pointed to an easy chair opposite the one he was sitting in as he popped open another beer for himself and lit up another"toke."

He was soundless and just stared at me with his sunken brown eyes as he alternated between drinking his beer from the can and"taking a hit"( smoking ) on his toke and it was obvious from his glazing, dropping eyelid oculus that he was close to being"under the influence."He asked me what I knew about transexual and I answered"I thought they were men who like to jade female clothing."He called me an idiot. I was a footling taken aback by his comment but chalked up his bad attitude to his"under the influence"state of mind. He then asked me to strip which I did. My 7-1/2"uncut cock stayed piano as I sat down nude, leg apart, and sipped my beer. He sat there still staring at me then took off his tank top revealing a total thorax of dark pilus and then took off his shorts revealing a hairy bush of more blue hair in his fork with nothing else showing. I still did n't translate until he slowly parted the crotch hairsbreadth showing a glistening red slice that was obviously a vagina. Stupid me asked him"what happened ?"to which Bill again called me an idiot and explained he was born without a penis and spent his other years growing up female with the parturition name Belinda and being treated and dressed as a young lady and had a parturition certificate to prove it.

He told me that It was n't until he reached puberty that matter started to change. He started to rise taller, get muscular tissue masses, and instead of growing breasts and having a menstruum, he started growing haircloth everywhere to the point where the kin eventually started taking him to doc since the peer taunting at school was becoming alarming. Extensive checkup testing revealed that notice was indeed a genetical male, he would never accept a phallus although his vaginal clitoris was of average size. His testicles were inside his consistence and could never"drop"exterior and he had no female plumbery other than the vagina and clit and never could turn pregnant or have baby. He and his family had to make a choice, did Bill want to be a boy or girl ? If he chose being a girl with the biological limitations listed, he would sustain to start a lifetime of hormone treatment to achieve and exert a female eubstance with breasts, less torso haircloth, to a greater extent delicate curves, etc. If he chose being a boy, naught need be done but he would never have a penis which in those days was almost insufferable to artificially create medically and extremely expensive to achieve in this country. invoice and phratry thought long and hard and together decided sprightliness would be well-off and they would save a lot of money on hormone treatments if he decided to be a male. He and his family changed his name and wardrobe, he started to hear to preen and act differently, changed middle schools and started life history as a guy except for having a health check letter that excused"him"from gym and any group showering. Before I got any more than selective information about Bill 's private life my aid was drawn to Bill 's wide spread hairy leg and his now probing fingers.

Bill was slowly fingering his pussy and tweaking his clit, his pussy lips were expanding with fervour, as any vagina would, and started to really get wet and glistening. I wanted a closer flavour and Bill noticed my involvement and motioned me over, as he held his vagina spread I knelt in front of him and at first looked closely and noticed there were the usual inner and outer labia or"lips"but then instinctively I leaned in and started to work out the slit and the clit. I was amazed that Bill tasted like a guy ! I had enjoyed my share of cunnilingus with females to lie with that pleasant intoxicating erotic odor of a clean house adult female and I had also started to go down on enough guys to know the unlike clear-cut perfume and penchant of a clean guy. beak smelled and tasted like a guy ! As I started to suck and lap his pussycat, I started getting hard. Bill was obviously enjoying what I was doing too since he was getting wetter and flowing more succus that also tasted like normal manlike"pre-cum"juice. He grabbed my head and pushed my face into his Dubya and I thought he was going to cum but then he had me stand up.

We proceeded to Bill 's bedchamber and bed where I continued to wake him via his sensitive vagina by sucking his clitoris and tongue fucking him which he really enjoyed. I tried licking his male size nipples on straight Male chest but I had a problem getting through the tangle of pilus surrounding them and didn't enjoy the tentative probing when I did try and never tried it again. When he was set up, he made it obvious he wanted me to enter him. He raised his legs luxuriously in the air, spread them wide and presented his upturn exposed glistening puss to me. My 7-1/2"uncut cock had been rearing since my first taste perception of his slit and I did n't need any encourage encouragement, I entered his vagina in one straight push pleasantly feeling that it was hot and naturally lubricated. The offset singular sensation I noticed was the extremum joy of not having to use protection or a prophylactic which was liberating since in those years, birth control was not as readily usable or reliable as today. It felt great to feel soundbox heat along the full length of my erect cock with no"India rubber insulation ”. Then I got a arcsecond surprisal I had n't counted on, when eyeshade grasped my cock deep in his hot pussy with his internal muscles, it was taut than anything I had ever felt including the one or two leave virgins who wanted me to"deflower"them. He had muscles that no woman I had ever been inside of had. He could internally flex and make his vagina tight as a closed fist almost to the point of pain but also made it highly exciting.

I fucked like it was my get-go prison term and before I knew it or was even ready, Bill had a verbal, body shaking immense internal orgasm. He clamped me with his ramification around my back, arched his pelvic arch up and I felt his secure vaginal muscular contraction grab my cock as he released his load that I felt lubricated his pussy More than it had been. I kept fucking hoping to enchant up and possess my own gratification but before I could, Bill said that was enough he was through and told me to pull out. I thought to myself now I know what a charwoman feels like, distinctive of a guy, once he"shot his cargo"he was done and wanted nothing else except to roll over and go to catch some Z's and to hell with the sexual gratification of his partner.

Bill made a tip of saying he really enjoyed my sex free rein and our fuck since not too many guy wire wanted to fuck a"manful vagina"and he could n't happen a female who was comfortable being with a guy with no penis but a vagina instead. He wanted me to arrive back again for more sex but I told him I would only do that if the next time we fucked I came first and dash my shipment inside him. He agreed. I did return, we did birth another great nooky and I did cum first which was more than satisfying and then was able to hold back fucking him until he got off. I even enjoyed sucking his pussy and drawing out both our loads while getting him off.

For some unknown, psychological cause he would not let me love him anally, he said it was"too queer"and ironically like a lot of female, he did n't imbibe rooster either. All he wanted was for me to"go down on him"and then when told, to enrol him and fuck him. Well, at least I did n't take in to buy bill drinking and dinner before we had sex. The more I saw Bill the more I noticed his drunkenness and pot smoking were increasing each metre I was there and his"posture"was getting more than and more hostile with each visit so I ended my meetings with him a couple of clip after that. vizor was unique and particular and I never met anyone like him since .