My Transition - Sex Stories

My Transition

... my hungry love canal, eliciting from me a loud moan. He was very gentle and slow, and as my anal ring of muscles adjusted to his girth, he continued forward until his pubic hair was pressed against me. He lowered himself onto me, and we resumed our kissing. As we did, his hips began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Soon, he was thrusting into me with animal passion, and my groanings were drowned out by his guttural grunts and the slapping of his ballsack against my ass. I never imagined that something could feel so good. The combination of his anal stimulation and his motions against my cock were bringing me close to orgasm. Ohhh, Ken, I’m going to cummm…. Oh, yesss!” My orgasm, together with the contractions of my spasms around his cock, brought him over the edge as well, and he gave a final thrust and emptied his hot male seed deep inside me. He collapsed on me as we lay there, panting and holding each other. By now it was getting late, and I needed to go home to my son, who was there by himself. Reluctantly, we parted and dressed. With one final hug and kiss, I departed. I communicated with him in the following days, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much I loved being with him in that way. The next time we saw each other was the following Sunday at church. We sat together, and during the sermon, our hands ended up discretely clasped together on the pew between us. Later that evening, I went by his house again. This time, he met me at the ...

... door in a loose fitting robe, which was soon discarded as we embraced and engaged in prolonged kissing and stroking on the sofa. I then kneeled down between his legs and took him orally, demonstrating my love for him with my eager but still inexperienced mouth and tongue. It was enough, though, and he readily gave up his essence, flooding my mouth with hot manjuice. I received it as if it were a priceless gift. I climbed up on the sofa on my knees, facing him and straddling his chest, whereupon he slid down and took my hard, drooling cock into his mouth. I groaned aloud as his oral ministrations gave me pleasures unlike anything I had previously experienced before meeting him. Had I allowed him to continue, I likewise would have soon emptied my pent-up load into his waiting mouth. However, I wanted even more. I wanted to make love to him, and I told him so. As if he anticipated this, he quickly retrieved some lubricant from the side table and applied it liberally on my bare manflesh. He then guided it to his waiting orifice. I pushed forward, and slowly eased into him, watching this incredible sight as my slippery cock disappeared into him... I was overcome by the amazing feel of the warm, wet cavity that completely enveloped my hard shaft. My eyes looked up and locked with his. Though no words were spoken (other than gasps and soft moans), much was being communicated, all of it nonverbally. I started to move using long, slow, deliberate penetration. I wanted each thrust to ...