We'd met in the hotel bar and got talking over a couple of beers. I'm a married man, but always had this fantasy about what it might be like with a gu.... I guess my fantasy never got much past a hand-job and just maybe sucking a dick. Somehow our conversation turned to sex and then to same-sex activity and I acted like I was experienced, because he was talking about the men he'd fucked and I didn't want him to STOP talking about it, because it was making me very excited. So I suppose I did give. In and out, in and out his tongue works me to a climax, but he stops just before I cum. I can feel his breath, so I know his mouth is close, and I am so wanting. He comes back to finish me off by flicking his tongue faster and faster just in front of my swollen clit. I swell, swell, swell and I feel I am exploding. I shake violently and me knees turn week, but he hold he with his hands on my hips so I cant slip to the bed. He keeps his tongue laid flat against me as I cum all over his mouth and. '' Damn I thought unsure what to say staring at each other before he broke the awkward silence when he point blank asked if I was a cross-dresser. For whatever reasons that day I remember blurting outright to him that I was, perhaps my guilt and shame about wearing women's clothes throughout my young life was a deciding factor for doing so. With that I had no inkling about what and he was going to say or do.He looked at my nakedness up and down smiled and said, ''Nothing wrong with that ya are. But of course it was. Then I saw his dad’s cock and it was as big as Jack’s. That was the two biggest cocks I had ever seen and both were in the same house that I was. I don’t mind telling you that constantly seeing those two monsters hanging loose every day kept my pussy tingling. And Jack’s was half hard a lot of the time and even fully hard every once in a while. I loved seeing that huge stiff prick pointing straight up and bobbing along as he walked around the house. I know I wasn’t.