My Transition - Sex Stories

My Transition

... express “I love you”. I was more focused on giving him pleasure than I was my own. But the beauty of two lovers is that each wants to please the other, and so both are caught up in intense and unspeakable pleasure as they move together towards an inevitable climax. As passions grew, so did the speed. My hips were now slamming into him, my balls were slapping his furry ass, and our moans had become labored grunts. I signaled my pending orgasm with a loud groan, seconds before I exploded into him, flooding his bowels with my hot seed. I continued to pump in and out, and my cum formed a sticky white lather on my cock. With a little help from his hand, he soon reached his own climax, ejaculating rope-like strands of thick, white semen up onto his heaving chest. I leaned down and licked it up, then moved up and shared it with him in a wet kiss. Eventually, my softening organ slipped out of his well attended ass, followed by an oozing dribble of white liquid. I climbed down and licked up the anal emission running down his crack, pausing to kiss and tongue his still-gaping opening. I then climbed up and straddled him once more, presenting my still semi-hard cock to him. He gently licked and sucked me, thoroughly cleaning off all remaining residue. This act of sensual cleanup became a regular conclusion to our lovemaking. We met on several more occasions, all involving similar activities, up until the time he had to move some distance away to be closer to his daughter and grandchildren. I missed him very much in the weeks following. Of course, I was forever changed by all this. My grieving slowly diminished as I enthusiastically pursued my newfound interests in men. My only regret was that I had not discovered this years earlier.