I was working at a call gist doing client table service for a power party. The pay was n't cracking but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an extra $ 1.50 an hr for it. We also worked 10 hours of overtime a hebdomad so it added up. I rode a genital organ rocket motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to work everyday. Several other guys rode motorcycles to exercise but they were Harleys. Crotch Eruca vesicaria sativa archetype and Harley riders do n't ride together. There were two designated parking areas for motorcycles. All the Harleys and cruisers parked in one, my one, ostracized R6 was parked alone in the other one.

One morning, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growl 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 murder his helmet so I could greet him. He was my top, 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 acknowledge how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

It was still early on. We exchanged name, his was Chris. He took off his armored jacket and I noticed he was wearing a disastrous 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 site due to a female sentry duty having a baby and going on maternity leave.

We hit it off. We rode together on weekends. Had beers after workplace. 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-up. Go out on the route for a couple of 24-hour interval, see a few sights, eat unlike 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 vibration from him, though. I assumed he maybe was a prude or not that interested 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 know what I would do if the opportunity presented itself with Chris. I really liked him as a acquaintance, 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 high school and college. I also did 6 years in the ground forces. Being nude around other men was nothing to me. I laid on one of the bottom 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 anatomy. I felt a bit of desire for him. He was just so bedamn hot !

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

"You can tell me anything Chris."

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

"I 've been transitioning for a while."

"I can see that."

"What do you cogitate ?"

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

"I 'm so beaming you feel that way. I 'm surely you have questions."

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

"I do n't jazz. The in conclusion clock time I had sex, I was still a lady friend girl."

"Damn !"

"I still get off by masturbating."

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

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

"Yes."

He laid back and started to rub his button. He seemed a bit anxious and it took him a piece to get into it. He did n't acknowledge I had a raging hard on. He closed his eyes and tilted his headland back. I made my movement. I slid off my bed and got between his leg."Getting a cheeseparing look ?"He asked, smiling.

I did n't answer. I just clamped my oral cavity on his pussy. HIS kitty, seems unearthly writing it even now. I chowed down on his cunt like I was starving to destruction. 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 face. I slid up his body and slew my cock into his pussy. There it is again, HIS twat. The sensations and thoughts were all over the piazza. This was Chris. My near Friend. For all aim and purposes A GUY ! But here I was, glob deep in his pussy and absolutely loving every second of it. I came. The most vivid coming 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 cock. I came a second clip. I did n't require to stop. I kept fucking Chris until I went completely voiced then rolled off of him.

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

"What do you think ?"

"Was that gay ?"

"I have no fucking 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'legs and started eating his cunt again.

It 's been a calendar month since this happened. We have been fucking like rabbits since. He takes it up the ass sometimes, gives me groovy cum swallowing blowjob. 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 extra .