“Oh, fuck that’s good.”Still inside her, he collapsed on top of her. They both fell asleep, still connected.The next morning, James got up and ...ut on a pair of shorts. He was cooking breakfast when Carole wondered out. She looked wonderful. She had put on a pair of his boxers but was wearing nothing else. She smiled at him and said, “Thanks for last night. It was wonderful.”“Which part? The concert, backstage after the concert, or the sex with me?” He grinned.“All of it,” she said. . At that point, I remembered something: TG wasnot a sexual fantasy of mine, I had simply thrown it there and coupled itwith a few things that I DID find kinky.I ended up going to bed unsatisfied, but refusing ever to get off to atransgendered story again (though I have resolve to still read and enjoythe tasteful ones, and perhaps even contribute a few of my own). I spentthe next day at work in a complete mental mess. Ever since I woke up, Ifound it hard to think of anything except for my. He was the oldest of three and drew from within the strength to excel. He played baseball, football, and basketball in high school – lettering in all three. The guy who had grown up in a veritable country shack was accepted by the high- falutin town folk. He made his way to college despite every odd that may have been against him at birth. Not only that, but he also ensured his younger b*****r and s****r were able to get to college as well. His s****r, the middle c***d, was now a . He seemed to be as obsessed as I was and his manipulations were causing something I'd never experienced before. There was a droplet of clear liquid which seem to be slowly oozing from the tip of my penis. I didn’t know what this was, but I knew it felt exquisite, better than anything I had ever experienced up to that point in my life.John was now more fixated on my penis than I was on his, and the enjoyment I was deriving from just letting him palpate me was definitely satisfying enough for.