My Unintentional Threesome Part One - Sex Stories

My Unintentional Threesome Part One

... “Thanks Katie, I actually don’t work out at all. I am a roofer, and that’s all the work out that a body needs, especially in this summer heat.”

He kissed me really deeply then rested his head gently against mine. This was feeling almost loving and romantic.

“I’m not gay, I’m not a fag,” he said to me, “That’s why I want to be with you. I like girls.”

I was taken aback by that, but rolled with it, telling him, “I know you’re not gay, baby. Neither am I. I’m a girl, and you’re a boy, and tonight you’re going to be my man.”

He continued, “My mom caught me jacking off one time to gay porn that I accidentally landed on, and she freaked the fuck out on me. She told me I was going to hell, and that it’s a sin against God, and all this shit. That was a bad day, and I told her again that it was an accident.”

“Of course it was an accident, sweetie,” I said, as I nibbled gently at his neck and whispered, “You can’t control what pops up on the screen on a porn site. Besides, that’s all behind you now, baby. You don’t live with her anymore.”

He smiled and replied, “You have managed to get my dick really fucking hard just by being so sexy and sweet to me. That never happens around any of my guy friends, only around hot girls.”

“I’m sure it’s rock hard, baby,” I said gently to him, with my lips teasing and touching his ears gently.

He said, “You want to feel it, don’t you?”

It’s funny, because I came to his house all dolled up, horny, and looking to have my ...

... brains fucked out by a random man, but as soon as he showed some insecurity and vulnerability about himself, my nurturing girly instincts kicked in, and all I wanted to do was make him feel better about himself.

*trans girl secret* ~ When I’m being myself and being a girl, all I want is to satisfy others. All of my needs become secondary, whether those needs are emotional or sexual. I just want my man to feel like a man, and I want him to know that he’s my man. Most real girls often forget these kinds of things, or take them for granted as years go by, and I think it probably does great damage to relationships in the long run. Trans girls rarely if ever forget that their main objective is to make their man happy and feel good. Her happiness is ultimately derived from it.

I was hugging him tenderly and closely when he piped up and said, “What? You don’t want to feel my dick?”

At this point, Tim was showing his age, and also revealing that he had deep seeded guilt about being perceived as gay by anyone, especially his mother. I tried to comfort him, and make him feel as alpha as I possibly could. Part of my submissive, girly duty is to do that for my man, and there are no exceptions, so I told him that of course I wanted to feel his dick.

As we kissed softly, still in his back yard, mind you, my hands moved slowly from around his neck, over his shoulders, down his smallish but ripped chest and abs, and finally to his crotch. He was wearing gym shorts, and I slid my hand ...