My Transition - Sex Stories

My Transition

... subside, I felt the whiskers of his goatee on the side of my neck. This was followed by soft kisses on the side of my face. I turned to face him, and our lips met, then our tongues. It all seemed so natural, so intimate. At that point I melted into him, releasing years of suppressed passions and physical needs. Our clothes were quickly discarded, revealing our mutual arousal. We engaged in a prolonged period of nude cuddling, kissing, and fondling. He led me to his bedroom, and we resumed our foreplay on his bed. His kisses trailed down to my nipples, over my stomach, and to my erection, which was drooling copious amounts of precum. He gently kissed and licked my hard shaft and sensitive head, and then, looking into my eyes, took it fully into his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, and I responded with moans as I watched my cock disappear between his lips. “Oh my god, Ken…yesss, pleeezze!” I was so aroused that I barely lasted a minute before I groaned and erupted in an explosive orgasm. He took it all in his mouth, then climbed up and kissed me, sharing my cum with me. I wanted to please him as well, so I rolled him over on his back and did my best to follow his example. His cock was similar in size and shape to mine, and I savored my first taste of another man’s sexual organ. I, too, looked into his eyes as I took him into my mouth and started sucking. It took a little getting used to, but I gathered that I was doing okay by his soft moans and body language. It took ...

... several minutes, but to my utter delight I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot male nectar, which I shared with him as he had done with me. I liked the taste of it. I liked it all very, very much. After we recovered, we cuddled on the bed for a long time, sharing our experiences and longings. Both of us were getting aroused once again. At that point, I told him that I wanted him to make slow but passionate love to me, and that I wanted to receive from a male lover all that one could experience. He smiled and rolled over to the bedside table to retrieve something (personal lubricant). He had me lie on my back with a pillow under my hips and my legs spread. He climbed between my legs and began to gently suck me. As he was doing this, I felt his lubricated finger against my puckered anal orifice. The teasing was very exciting, but nothing like the feeling of his finger parting my anal sphincter and slipping inside. I groaned with unspeakable pleasure as he found my sensitive prostate. My body was fully yielded – legs wide apart, back arched, head back, eyes closed – communicating to him in unmistakable terms what I needed and wanted. He probably realized that I would not last very long if he continued, so he rose up and applied lubricant to his bare cock. Crawling on his knees up between my legs, he placed his engorged knob at my puckered entrance. Looking up at me for consent (as if he needed it), I whispered to him. "Yes, please take me now; take me deep...” He pushed forward into ...