I was attending night school and there was a boy in the class named David. He was very quiet, introverted. He was average looking I guess but I did notice he had very long brown hair and a very pale complexion. Something about him, some inner quality he had. I became convinced he was sissy. Why? I don't know. He seemed delicate and shy, his movements were graceful and alluring. But there was nothing overt. Once after class I spoke to him. He seemed surprised yet he stopped and listened carefully to what I had to say. I asked had he understood the evening's lecture. He shrugged and said in a quiet voice that he guessed he had. I knew then I wanted him. I was sure he would be receptive but.... I asked could we study together, maybe at his place? He seemed very surprised and for a moment he didn't say anything. Then, watching me closely, he said yes that would be okay. Sure. At his place. He had a nice little rented room and I felt very happy to join him there. He was wearing a white v-neck tee shirt and cargo pants. His long brown hair, which in class he wore in a ponytail, was falling down around his shoulders. I was so hard for him I had to compose myself to just say hello, how are you. We sat for a moment on his couch as we got our school books out. Sometimes you say something stupid yet it works. This was one of those times. I suddenly thought to ask David, was he by any chance wearing panties? He stared at me for a moment and then he slowly nodded. Yes Ron, he said softly, I am. Oh man what a feeling came over me! My hand went to his thigh. "Let me see you," I said in a voice choked with need. Soon we were in an embrace, our mouths pressed together. I pressed my crotch against his leg so he would feel how hard I was. I helped him slip his tee shirt off and then his pants. He had black panties on. He was sturdy and smooth. His panties were tented. I took him by the hand and brought him over to his bed, helped him onto it. "What're you doing," he whispered. I told him I was going to fuck him very very nicely. He said, "Oh God," in a quavery voice. His eyes got big when I stripped in front of him. He watched me as I gently knelt over him, mounted him. We kissed frantically, he began to breath very hard. I was stroking his fleshy ass cheeks, then working my fingertips in between his cheeks, caressing his soft moist opening. I gently pushed his thighs part and guided my cock to his asspussy. I told him I wanted him so bad. He closed his eyes and whispered my name. I began to push up him. He winced and held me tight. We had a beautiful passionate mating session. His pussy was warm and tight, just wonderful. He came first, I felt his warm sticky cream on my belly. Then I gasped out that I loved him and began to pump thick streams of sperm up his ass. It was wonderful. David was adorable. We saw each other many times. It ended, as so many of these things do, but not badly. We remained friends.

I had the fem boy from work over Saturday. Finally. He's nerdy but slim and girly too. He looks like jail-bait but he's not. He's two years out of college. He is very timid (until you get him going, then he's NOT). We had coffee (he wanted juice) on my couch and I slipped my arm around his shoulder. He got very nervous and fidgety. "What are you doing," he shyly asked. I told him how much I liked him and in a real special way. He was speechless! haha Then I leaned over and kissed him. He tried to turn his face away but very quickly we were sharing deep hot kisses. I was so hard, damn. I took my cock out, made him look as I slow-stroked it. Whispered to him to suck it for me. But he was too shy to get started. I felt him between his legs and he was hard as a rock. So I slipped off the couch to my knees and did him. He squealed like a girl and cried out when he shot his load. Then I took him to the bedroom. Lord was he tight. Took me a while to get up him but he was hard again by the time I was halfway up him. I gave it to him good and he loved it. What a hot little bitch. So beautiful pumping my seed deep inside him. I'M IN LOVE haha

So my bud asks, "Did she do you?" Nope. He said, "What a bitch!" Well....yes she IS a bitch. And a very hot one, too. No, we went back in the club -- and it was finally starting to fill, getting close to eleven -- and she said to take a booth and she'd be right there. I sat there for about twenty minutes. She joined me for about 45 seconds. Then she came back and said I was going to hate her. Don't tell me, I said. She smiled sadly. "Baby my peeps are here. I gotta go." She gave me a hot kiss though. And her cell phone number. But....I'm not complaining. WOW In fact I have played back the scene in my mind and whacked off a couple times already. LOL

Anyway we're sipping our drinks and chatting about the club mostly. (Later on they were having a cabaret.) Then we get kind of intimate and she tells me a story. About a guy she met. They were going to do the nasty and when she removed her blouse and bra, she said he goes, "Whoa I thought you had tits!" She said, "I couldn't believe this fucking asshole!" She said she told him, "I do have tits muthahfuckah, they just ain't grown much.' She said to me, "Whatta an asshole, right?" I said yeah, right, adding, "I think flat chested gurls are SO hot." She smiled real nice at that. wink-wink Anyway, Sonia leans closer and asks me how come I haven't offered to do her? To do her? Ooo man! I said I wanted to but was holding off asking cause I didn't want to seem to hard up. She laughed. Then she looked me in the eye and said, "Well ya wanna?" Woof! She said we had to go outside though. Alonzo or Stever or whoever would "go apeshit" if we did it in the club. (I knew that.) I did her in an alleyway between two buildings. Really decadent. She pulled her mini up around her waist, showing her luscious smooth thighs and her electric blue panties which were already tented! Mmmmm So Ronnie boy got on his knees like a good fella and went to work. Her dick was dark-brown and very meaty. Nice thick shaft, at least 7 inches. She was cut too, with a pretty tapered knob. She tasted wonderful, clean and meaty tasting. Very warm dick on a chilly night. It was too big for me to take it all though I came close. Her knob rubbing the back of my throat (I didn't gag, not even close), her shaft getting all wet from my mouth. She sighed, Oh yess," and I sucked away, her crotch trimmed and smelling wonderful with some kind of VERY fem fragrance. It took a few minutes to make her cum. In fact I had wondered if she WOULD shoot but then she started moaning with that real urgent sound, panting for breathe, and slapping her hands against the brick wall she was leaning against. Then she squirmed, "Oh fuck fuck FUCK!" and then WHAM! So much! About three or four BLASTS. So much and so goeey, almost....disgusting in a way. Not very ladylike. haha She was gushing and I was trying to swallow, but she'd squirt another blast before I had been able to swallow the one before. But I managed to wolf it all down.

I was at a fave girls club last night, looking! Not too many people and the couple gurls I saw that I knew were both with guys. I wound up taking a shot at Sonia, something I've always wanted to do. Sonia is a young Puerto Rican TG, very sexy. She looks like a young Jessica Guest, in fact she probably tries to cultivate that look. And trust me it's working for her. I caught her alone and she agreed I could buy her a drink. I know she's crazy, kind of flamboyant (at times) and very outgoing. She was looking smokin hot in a white blouse and black mini with white hose. Her complexion is very smooth and brown, big dark eyes, pretty round face, her hair up in a semi-beehive. Makeup expertly applied. Woof!

Fredrika lived in a crappy looking brownstone building on a quiet sidestreet off Varick in the West Village. Even by Manhattan standards her bedroom was tiny. Just a dresser and a bed, all there was really room for.
She turned to face me in the tiny bedroom and I could tell she expected me to kiss her, which I did. A long hot wet kiss that seemed to go on and on. Then another and another. Her tongue was licking mine and her hand was at my fly, unzipping me, pulling my cock out. Feeling and slow stroking me. Her face inches from mine and her blue eyes fastened on my eyes, studying me in a casual but hungry way. She seemed incredible, so really decadent and whorish yet she didn’t seem desperate or needy. She seemed blasé, like if I suddenly made some excuse and said I had to leave it wouldn’t faze her. Though I imagine she would’ve been very annoyed! As for me, I was becoming a little nervous, I had the feeling she had enjoyed lots of casual sex, probably knew all kinds of virile men, and I hoped I’d measure up!
She let me open her dress. Her chest was flat and smooth, her porcelain white flesh lightly freckled with big pink nipples. I fingered her nipples and then she guided my head, guided my mouth, to a nipple which I licked and sucked. Her body was smooth and warm and she smelled incredibly sexy. As I licked her her nipples got hard and she gave a little moan. I was practically shaking with excitement.
She helped me lift my tee shirt off and I was naked, Fredrika having already pulled my pants down which I had then stepped out of. I had a rigid hard on, my cock ruler straight, sticking up along my belly. She pulled her dress off and then wiggled out of her panties. Her cock was small but thick, maybe about five inches, maybe a little more. Her dick was sticking up too, a sexy round fat red knob and thick shaft, Her pubic hair, which looked trimmed, was reddish brown, very curly. I closed my fingers around her sexy dick, it felt so warm!, and she moaned. I admit I wanted to drop to my knees and suck her off right then and there. But she moved sideways and showed me her round firm milky white ass.
She whispered, “You gonna fuck me Ron?” and I put my arm around her waist and began to stroke her smooth cheeks. She bent forwards, showing me her ass, giving it to me I fingered her sweet pink hole, which was puckered and moist. I whispered, “Fredrika I need it!” She closed her eyes and leaned further forward. I leaned over too and guided my knob to her hole, then started pushing up her.
Immediately the hottest sensations shocked through me. Her ass tunnel was tight and my cock had to bend slightly to go deep. The pressure on my rigid fuck pole was intense. I pushed deeper, feeling her shiver and gasp as I slid up into her warm open bowels. She gasped breathlessly and said, through clenched teeth, “Give it to me Ronnie.”
I began to pump her ass. She took it easily and obviously wanted more. I began to pump her faster, harder. She moaned and whispered, “Harder baby, harder!” I really began to stroke her hot smooth hole.
My arms wrapped around her thick chest, her firm cheeks pushing back on me, both of us gasping, our breathe coming faster and faster as we worked together. This went on for long minutes, seemed to last and last. My eyes were closed and I was silently screaming with desire and lust and pleasure. Then she let out a spine tingling squeal and began to gasp, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” She cried out and I felt her whole body shake. I knew she had creamed. I could smell it, the luscious odor seemed to fill the air in her tiny bedroom. I held her around the waist and called her name as I frantically thrust, my sperm pumping out in thick explosive blasts.
Afterwards we clung together, both of us out of breathe, eyes closed, absolutely glowing with post-fuck bliss

Missing Joella and our hot times I found myself drawn to a Manhattan club I had visited with her. It was a fairly hot club for back in the day. Kind of disco, kind of New Age, kind of Gay. A live band most nights, big dance floor, huge bar, lots of comfy secluded booths. Lots of sexy trans girls.
I went there looking for a hookup, yes.
Maybe the third time I was there I met Fredrika. She was standing near the bar with another girl, silently checking things out with attitude. My kind of girls and I was drawn to them.
Fredrika’s friend was slinky and slim with a lot of makeup on, long black hair, very white skin, a lot of which was showing. She had on tiny shorts which barely covered her slim ass. A little black sarong type bra on (over a flat chest). She was very passable, so much so I wasn’t sure at first she was transgender. Except her outer thighs didn’t have the curve GGs have. Even then I wasn’t 100% percent sure she was transvestite.
Fredrika, on the other hand, I KNEW she was trannie! She could’ve been passable in a different kind of bar but not at Paul’s Place. She was a big girl, not fat, but broad shouldered and thick-waisted with sturdy legs like a gymnast’s. She had kind of a square big-eyed face which suggested to me she was possibly a Russian girl or some other Eastern European country. (Turned out she was actually a Brooklyn girl.) Her short straw-colored hair was brushed across her forehead in a way that made me think of Andy Warhol’s hair.
I thought she was very hot looking: pale skinned, with reddish brown eyebrows, very full sensual lips that seemed to curl in a natural sneer. She was wearing a tight light-blue sleeveless dress, that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Over the dress she was wearing what looked like a black corset, laced in the front.
I stood with them for a while and, though they didn’t really say anything, not even returning my hello, they didn’t seem to mind my being there. Then the slim girl (it would turn out her name was Nikki) said something to Fredrika and they both looked at me, looked me over. Then Nikki said something to me but the music was loud and I didn’t catch it. Fredrika leaned close to me to speak. As she did I could see the top of her smooth flat chest, lightly freckled, above her low-cut dress. I could feel the solidness of her torso, her thickness, and I instantly got a wicked hard-on. She lightly touched my forearm –– her hand was very soft –– and I felt an intense hunger for her, which I was sure she sensed. She asked had I been to the club before and, when I said yes, “With a Spanish girl,” she asked? I nodded. She said she thought so, “She is hot,” she added. I grinned. Then she gave me a little sidelong glance as though sizing me up.

It turned out they were waiting for someone, a guy who was coming to see Nikki. He arrived, a young white man who was dressed in jeans and a muscle tee short and seemed somewhat thuggy. He asked Nikki was she ready? (For what, I wondered?) Nikki said yeah and they left I reminded Fredrika I had offered to buy her a drink. She responded that the club was very noisy. I wondered if she’d like to go somewhere a bit more private? She said okay in such an excitingly casual way. She asked did I have a place to go. I said yes but that I lived in the Bronx. I was literally tingling with excitement now –– I so badly wanted to have her –– and she said she lived nearby, would I like to go there? I said I would love to, yes.

The thing with Joella was she was totally strung out on this guy Carlos. When I met her Carlos was in jail, in state prison. By the time I’d been dating Joella for six months the day Carlos was due to be released was drawing near. She started talking about Carlos a lot, confessing to me she still loved him. "He’s my man, my destiny," she declared. He had been her boyfriend when she made the transition to T-girl, she told me, he had been very supportive and they shared very deep feelings for one another. She said she would always love me too (and she proved it!), but she could not deny Carlos her love. She hadn’t seen him since he’d gone inside (Carlos had asked her NOT to visit him, he was afraid a transsexual visitor would be noted by prison officials and count against him at his parole hearing) and she became very excited as the day approached. For a couple of intense days right before and just after his release she didn’t hear anything at all from Carlos, not even a phone call. She was scared she was losing him and was overjoyed when he finally got in touch. He was living in a motel near the Whitestone Bridge and he wanted her to come see him. Disaster! At the motel Joella discovered Carlos was hooked up with a young Boriqua chica, a genetic girl. He told her privately his relationship with the GG was temporary, mostly to stay in good with his parole officer, not to worry that they’d be together before long. But his girl friend was with him continuously in the motel room, and she did not like Joella much, so Joella was unable to get together sexually with Carlos though she wanted him desperately. Carlos actually asked her to service an older man who was also staying in the room, a man Carlos said was one of his uncles. Since she’d do anything for Carlos she spent the weekend blowing the uncle as requested. She told me with a pained expression that the uncle was in his 50s and she considered him totally unattractive. Worse yet, Carlos’ girl friend thought Joella and the old boy were disgusting and insisted they put a sheet up so she didn’t have to watch. Thus a month later, when Joella announced she was following Carlos to Michigan I was surprised. And very disappointed too. I was certain this was not going to end well but I said nothing. Instead I helped her pack, drove her to the airport and sadly bid her farewell.

I was so hot for Joella and she was hot for me. We started getting together at her small little apartment regularly. She’d make some food, we’d listen to music. Sometimes dance. Always wind up having sex.

I really hungered for her. She was so smooth, her body a beautiful orangey caramel-brown. Her big oval-shaped face was SO sexy, especially with her carefully, expertly applied eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss.Her wideset brown eyes were a reliable barometer of her mood. She was a tigress once I started her. Panting and moaning, at times frantic with lust. We’d clutch one another and makeout, licking our tongues together, sucking them. She’d unzip me and pull my hard cock out, stroke it. She’d say softly, “Damn Ronnie you’re so fuckin hard baby. You need that dick sucked Ronnie, let me suck it for you, baby.”

Then she’d kneel and work her wet tongue over my shaft, my balls, my knob. Looking up at me, her arms round my ass, “Baby I will give you what you need, you need it bad Ronnie.” Then she’d open wide and my cock would slide in her wonderfully warm and wet mouth. All of it. She wouldn’t gag or choke. Just close her eyes and moan with pleasure as she sucked me, whispering, "Yes, yes, oh yes." When I’d tense and cry out and shoot a huge load she’d squeal excitedly and lick my squirting knob with her tongue, looking up at me as she swallowed.

She was a big girl, not fat but sturdy, thick in the waist with full thighs, big round kneecaps and muscular calves. Her ass was round and very firm and full. She’d get on all fours and pull her cheeks apart, showing me her dark sexy hole, looking over her shoulder at me. Gasping she needed to be bred to be fucked. I’d take my cock in my hand and guide it up her ass, so soft so hot. As I pushed all the way up her she’d moan frantically and wiggle her hips. She’d close her eyes and stroke her hard clit as I pumped her deep. She’d cry out and groan that she needed it She’d stroke herself and push her ass up, gasping in a strained voice, “Oh Ronnie yes! Baby please, please….fuck me baby fuck me. Fuck me good Ronnie I need it!” She’d let out little screams. “Ronnie! Baby…fuck my ass baby, fuck me with that hard white dick. You bastard, you bastard, keep fucking me, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” She’d cry out and spurt all over the sheets, I’d smell it, loved the scent of her fresh cream, then I’d spasm and shoot too. Bareback, always bareback back then. Pushing deep inside her, pressing my cock inside her bowels, grinding around inside her as I filled her gut with my sperm.

Then we’d collapse, side by side, exhausted for the moment, deeply satisfied. Eyes closed clutching one another. She’d take a deep breathe, let it out. Whisper, “Baby you don’t know what you do to me.”

Man I loved her!

Joella really seemed overcome by what I’d done for her. She was in a post-orgasm glow, and I found it very sexy. Instead of feeling like some kind of a wuss for blowing her big chocolate dick I felt like a stud! But now it was my turn. That big golden booty was calling to me. I stroked her fine cheeks and she immediately looked over at me. “You gonna fuck me babe?” she asked. I said hell yes. She was very obedient. She whispered, “Come on,” took my hand and lifted her knees up. Those full tan thighs parted, she stuck out her rump and I mounted her. I fumbled with my cock getting into her...got just the tip of my knob in and her asspussy felt so tight and small I wondered how I was gonna get up her. But I wanted her...so bad! Our eyes met, she nodded to me and bit her lip. I took her by the hips and p-r-e-s-s-e-d into her soft opening and slowly my cock began to rise up her. Her eyes were closed and she was clenching her jaw. I was grunting with pure lust at the feel of her tight smooth love tunnel walls. I wanted more, more and she let out a shriek of pure delight as I pushed on deeper. Then I reached my goal. I was ALL up her. She was squirming and gasping, moaning, “Yes baby yes,” putting her arms around my neck, her big brown Puerto Rican girly eyes all aglow and then we fucked. Me and her, me and Joella. Our sex was real and it was hot and it was very good. Kissing and moaning and flat out fucking her ass off. I suddenly realized I had no condom on (fool!) and then a moment later I was yelling her name and flooding her tummy. She sighed and murmured and held me tight. “Damn you’re good,” I whispered. She smiled so sweetly and whispered back, “So are you.”