There are 3 men in the near future, aside from Bob, who brought me further along my path of becoming a girlie boi, in earnest. Gene, David, and Slim. They all had different effects on me, and all happened during the next year or so. I'd see all three of them, at different times, and always separately, but, each one offered a different facet to my "training". Looking back sometimes it was quite overt, and sometimes, so subtle, it would take me years to realize the effect, or change that it created. I'll relate each story and the ensuing results I felt.
During this time frame, I also began going to the gay beach, more and more. This is where I met Gene The gay bch had moved, since the storm and the Air Force's enforcement of their "no trespassing" rule. The new beach was about 5 miles from my place, not as openly nude, but, there were spotty areas of nudity. I had decided to wear thongs, liking the "tan lines" they produced. And mine were from a company in Ca, I found on the internet, that were fashioned for a man with a little pouch in front, but, in women's styles and colors. They were very low cut, just covering my little patch of hair, I left, above my clitty, and very slim, allowing anyone who looked to know I shaved my pubes and pussy area. That little patch of white coming down to my pussy was a turn on for me....hehe. And mine were always in sensual colors, pinks, pastels, or hot colors, never i ed to advertise my "bottomness"....hehe. I love sunning, and guy watching, and most of the guys are gay, so, I'm hoping to find some new cock to play with. I'm thin, fairly attractive, 51, not much body hair, nice ass, small package, but, pushed it out with a cockstrap, even, at the bch. Again, you must remember, I'm trying to attract cock, I'm hungry for it, either in my mouth or my pussy. So, all of the little things I do, are towards that goal. I bought a pink towel, rainbow umbrella, and sweet smelling spf lotions. I was trying to exude fem bottom.
He walked by, a few times, as our eyes met, and we both knew something was up. I watched him walk down the bch to the more secluded area, and decided to follow. Gather just my smokes, I saw where his towel was, watching him sit down, spreading his legs, so his meaty cock was on display in his snug fitting speedo. I continued on, just a little further, beyond where he was, and then turned around, walking back towards his spot. I had hoped my "cruising" would create interest, and was right. I stopped, right in front of him, staring at the water, giving him a good view of my thonged ass, hoping he'd like what he saw. I turned around slowly, as I saw him , rubbing his cock, looking directly at me. Well, talk about an invitation? ...I walked up, fell to my knees, and pulled his semi hard beauty out of his suit, and managed to say, "Oh, my, very nice", just before I slipped it between my lips. It was silky smooth, with a hint of "man" smell, large head, and lovely hairy balls. I couldn't keep my mouth and hands off him, as he was moaning his approval. I'm moaning just as much, craving the hardness in my mouth to release it's precious, copious fluid. He grabs my hair, holding me close to him, lifts up his hips, as his orgasm sprays his hot cum in my throat, making me gag a bit, but, like a trooper, I hang on, not wanting to "spoil" the moment. He must have shot 4 strong ropes of goo in me, until he released his grip, allowing me to slide up, and taste his final discharge of cream. I held his cock in my mouth, milking him, till it was soft and he said enough. I didn't want to let it go, but, figured I'd better do as he says. Looking up at him, I open my mouth, show him his sweet baby milk, and swallow, smiling the whole time. I lean in, give his cock, and each testicle, a french kiss, saying "Thank You!" He looked down, saying, "Very nice, you're welcome". We exchanged phone #s and email addresses, with some other small talk, that I honestly can't recall I did find out he has a partner, and they were in an open relationship, meaning each could "play" around a bit, either separately or as a couple, just as long as they went home to each other, at night....hehe. I really thought that this would be "just another blowjob on the beach", scenario, and I'd never hear from him again. I have to admit, he wasn't the first one at that beach for me to give my oral talents to, and definitely won't be the last, if I had any control. And most guys, have great intentions of calling, but, never do. They were just there to get a bj, and nothing more.
Well, to my surprise, Gene did email me, in a week or so, saying he'd like to meet, at the beach. I sent him a positive response, setting it up for the next day. Please don't rain, I thought to myself. Well, he showed up, a little late, but, arrived just as he said. I was in my light pink thong, again, wanting to let him know, that I was a bottom girlie boi, wearing a fem colored suit. Honestly my experience with gay tops, wasn't all that extensive, so, again, at the time didn't know if it would appeal to him, or if he wanted a "man"....not a girlie boi.
After some brief small talk, he looked at me and said, "You want some of this, don't you?" He said, pointing to his crotch. Almost moaning, I said, "Oh, you know I do," leaned over, and nuzzled his cock, thru the material. "Well, take it out, and suck it,", he almost ordered. His demeanor had changed a bit, making him , more demanding, but, still not being a "dick", pardon the expression. So, I dove in, again, sucking him to a wonderful climax, drinking down every drop, and suckling him till he told me to stop. Again, I kissed his cockhead, each ball, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you". He smiled, saying, "You're welcome".
We talked some, this time, played in the water, and sort of became friends. It was about time for him to go, when he said, "Suck me again." Hmmmmm, again that demanding tone ok. Well, I did exactly as he asked, happily. Gosh, getting to suck him twice in the same day is wonderful for me, too. I was soon rewarded with my second dose of manjuice, of the day. I'm a happy camper, to say the least. He said he had to go, and promised to call/email me soon.
Admittedly, I felt he would call, this time, as he must have like my oral stimulations, well enough, to cum twice in the same day. I was on cloud nine, thinking I'd found a new man, who may want my pussy too, as well as my mouth to relieve his lovely piece of manflesh
Sure, enough, after about a week, he called, saying he'd like to come over to my place to "play". We set the day and time, and I was very excited, for the next two days, not being able to concentrate on work, or anything else. He wanted me to just wear a pair of my panties. He seemed to like the idea of me in panties, so, I'm all for it. Hell I wear them everyday, anyway. This was just a great reinforcement for my fem tendencies.
He arrived right on time, as I greeted him at the door, with just a pair of light pink, lacy panties. I felt sooooooooooooooo hot! He whistled when he arrived, seeing me standing there, and motioned for us to go upstairs to the bedroom. Upon getting on the bed, he said, "Undress me." It was a demand, more of a very strong desire, as there was no hint of nastiness in his voice. Thinking back, I realize he's a top, with his own "top" ideas and methods, of things that turn him on. It took me a long time to understand that about tops. I was happy, and eager to remove all his clothing, btw. No prob for me, hehe. "So, you want some more of this big cock, huh?" he asked. Not really; a question, of course, more of a factual statement, in the form of a question. I, needless to say, needed no more invitation, and jumped on the bed, between his legs, and began to make love to the object of my affection, HIS cock. During my cocksucking, he had me slide around so my crotch was up near his head, and he began to play with my pussy, slowing sliding a finger in, then two, as I'm deep throating his love muscle. I'm moaning with each finger movement, and each cock thrust, so, it's a double moaning time for me, with no complaints. Finally, he says, "ok, girlie, get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard"... "Yes sir", I replied, following his order. He got in between my legs, applied some lube, from the nightstand, to both me and him, and slid his hardness up and down my pussy crack, making me moan, begging him to fuck me And then, one quick push, and the head popped in, making me scream into the pillow. It hurt, big time! I knew it would get much better, but, damn it wasn't fun, right then. No pain no gain, I guess. He knew it had hurt, so, he stopped all motion letting me get used to his girth. Then, slowly, I moved back, towards him, letting him know I was ok. Then, I felt him sliding in, deeper and deeper, till his balls were touching mine. I moaned, reached back, grabbed our balls, together, and gave them a love hug. Mmmm, what a sweet, full, lovely feeling to have your man buried, all the way, inside your hot cunt, knowing he's going to breed you, filling you with his delightful, male, body fluid. And fuck he did, wow. He was a master, slow, fast, deep, short, he could do it all, and VERY WELL! Honestly, not sure how long he did fuck me, felt like hours, but, was prob more like 20 mins or so. And when he came, his pent up volleys were hard squirts, that I could actually feel inside me. They went on for a while, too. His first shot was very obvious, as was his second. Third and fourth were tamer, but, still hard enough to feel. Finally, after he was completely spent, he pulled out, and said, "Come clean me up, girlie." I knew what he wanted, as to most men. He wanted me to lick off the sexual residue of our fuck. I wanted to also, so, it was a win/win situation for us. I also got to suckle his cock, for a while, which brought be another touch of bliss. Gene came to the house about once a month, after that, sometimes for a fuck, sometimes a blowjob, and every once in a while, both. Each time he wanted me to wear more fem clothes. This surprised me, at the time, as he was gay, not attracted to women. But, after talking with him, many years later, the reason he had me in fem clothing, was for me...not for him. He knew, I was to be a girlie boi and wanted me to enjoy the light cross dressing that I did for him. Just lingerie, hose, panties, and a nightie. What really surprises me, yet today, is how he knew, back then, my fate of today.
to be continued