My head was reeling, both from the booze, but also from what transpired that night, and it sparked something else in me. I’ve always been aroused by...anal, although my experience was limited to an older lady when I was younger, but that’s altogether another story. I’d always fantasized about both fucking a women’s ass as well as having my ass played with during sex, but I was never attracted to any of my gay friends growing up. However that night I had the most wonderful dream and the first wet. I progressed to panties, bras, tight foundation garments, highheels and occasionally make-up and perfumeDressing like women do allowed me to feel what they felt. It was anintimacy at a distance that allowed me to love them without theembarrassment of rejection. As I grew older I discovered it to be anintimacy more satisfying than having sex with them.But parallel to that, and always present, was an intense sense ofembarrassment at what I was doing. It was not normal for a boy to dressin womens. Every muscle in my body is throbbing, and my nipples are harder than I've ever seen them. I can't breathe for all the moaning, and my riding has turned into a slow sway. He lets me rest a moment, then lays me by his side. He kisses across my tits again, and before I know it, his throbbing dick is in my face. I open wide and engulf his shaft, knowing how much he loves me to suck him. I keep from gagging on his girth, only because I want his dick so badly. I lick and suck and thrust about,. " I knew that I had taken a big risk with our relationship by introducing another man into the sexual side of things, and I hadn’t had the slightest idea how it was going to go. The way it had slipped right out of my control the night before had surprised me. Having thought that the biggest risk was Amanda not liking the idea, I hadn’t figured on her embracing the freedom to fuck other men quite so readily!When I finally got home the place was dark and empty. Amanda’s car was in the garage so I.