Monday, April 25, 2011

2am switch

So I see this as a funny adventure story, but when i told my best friend about it he yelled at me and wouldn't speak to me for a while because he felt i had been really stupid and put myself in a really unsafe situation. I know he's right and i probably should not trust my instincts so much, but I lived to tell the tale as they say so here goes.

So I'd been out at a club and got home around 2am. I log into my sites and almost immediately get hit up by this guy from Venezuela, who said he was only in town for one more night, he's staying real close by (again my local hook up thing). So I was like what the fuck, why not. I got on my bike and biked over.

He said he’d meet me outside cuz he doesn’t have a phone that works here. Got there faster than I expected so I chilled outside. A latino guy came out at one point and looked around, I don’t know what I was thinking but I asked him if he’d been on MH… not smart. Anyways he just said no and left, for a while I thought that was the guy and he was ditching me.

Was gonna just wait for a few more minutes then head home, when this young white guy walks up and stands maybe a few feet away from me like he’s waiting for someone. We keep looking at each other and kind of laughing, I mean its 2am on a Saturday night and we're both just hanging out on an empty block in front of a fancy apartment building.

So we go up to each other. He is pretty obviously gay. I asked if he was waiting for someone he said yeah. I said are you from Venezuela. He said no laughing, are you, I said no. I said were you just online. He said yeah. I said on MH, he said yeah. After some further investigation we realized we were both meeting the same guy. It was pretty fucking weird and hilarious.

After a bit of chatting, we exchanged names and he said, well your real cute, do you want to go back to my place, I’m not far from here. I was thinking this is very weird, but the vibe felt fine so I said, well your cute too but I have to tell you I’m trans. He said oh, that’s cool.

This is my first time having to do this negotiation face to face - its weird and a bit stressful - but I just say you understand that means I was born female, I’ve been on testosterone for a long time so I pass but I still have all the female parts.

He didn't seem phased, he just said I’m cool with it. So I said cool and we started walking to his place. As we walked we talked more, he seemed more worried that he wouldn’t be able to fuck me the way i wanted than anything else. So we walked and chatted, he seemed cool, the vibe was cool.

His place was a bit of a walk though and at one point we turned onto a real deserted block and I started to feel a little nervous like if it was some kind of set up and i was about to be jumped, robbed, gay bashed, who knows. I knew the area though and so was figuring my escape route when we finally got to his place. Then it was clear everything was ok, his roomie was home, just a regular kind of vibe. We went to his room, he got me a drink, we showed each other our MH inboxes with the same guy in it - hilarious.

In the midst of this Venezuelan dude texts me to say sorry that he was delayed. We both ignore it. Then we fucked. It was ok, I couldn’t tell if he was into it or not. He couldn’t come from fucking had to jerk himself off. Then we cuddled and slept a little. I got up to leave and he pulled me back down and we messed around some more, he wanted to fuck without a condom and I said no, he said he didn’t want to fuck with one so I sucked him off some then he jerked off and we fell asleep again. I woke up and realized it was 6am.

I got up, got dressed wrote my # down, and told him I had to go, he said let me walk you out, I said its ok, he said no its not, but it was clear he was crashed so I told him no its cool and let myself out. Walked back to my bike and rode home with the sun coming up.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

a tale of two cocks

So I don't usually write about my regulars. Just a thing I have. However this just felt like a tale that needed to be told.

I had told one of my regulars i would swing by his place after i had dinner with a friend. this regular is not one of my favs but he is convenient, usually available and a decent to hot fuck.  Guy of color, bi but mostly fucks non trans girls.  Sometimes he just wants a blow job though which usually is not something i do, i like to get fucked, however once i agreed to it and it was actually very hot - it involved a workout machine...

anyways i was in the mood for whatever this particular night, so i told him i was up to fuck or just suck. up to him. here is an account of my night

8:45 pm finished dinner with a friend. texted blowjob (bj) boy to say i was heading over and would be there in 20

8:50 pm on my way over to bj boy's place got a text from a regular, a fav, guy of color, beautiful, sexy dude, we have hot, sensual, amazing sex but hook up infrequently due to both our living situations. he says he can host til round midnight. i would much rather hook up with my fav but don't want to be an asshole and cancel on bj boy. so i tell my fav i can't.

9:05 pm i get to bj boys place. we chat a bit.

9:10 pm he starts to strip. i follow suit. he climbs on the bed and lays back. i kneel between his legs and take his cock into my mouth and begin sucking him off. i know how he likes it, tight, lots of suction. he's hard and i take him down my throat, throat fucking him.

9:20 pm he says he's gonna cum, this is unusually fast for him, i mean he's fucked me non stop for over an hour before, but it is what it is, i let him shoot into my mouth, not normally something i do, but i do it with him, we've been playing around for over a year so there are some things i do with him that i don't with anyone else

9:22 pm after i've cleaned up some, i ask him if he minds if i jerk off. i reach down and stroke my clit, i'm not very turned on, its not very hot, he just sits there, doesn't really watch, it turns me on to have a guy watch me jerk off if it turns him on - this can be very hot, this present situation is not hot, i barely cum.

9:30 pm we chat some as i am getting dressed. i want to leave but he's chattie. however i am ready to go

9:45 pm i'm at the bus stop waiting for the bus feeling very unsatisfied and i decide to see if my sensual fav is still free so i text him saying i could be there in about an hour

10:05 pm the bus finally arrives, i have not heard from sensual fav so figure its a no go

10:15 pm sensual fav texts and says sorry but he's not at home anymore. oh well, i continue on my journey home

10:35 pm i'm at the store near my place picking up some snacks when my cell rings. its sensual fav. he says he can head home now and meet me at his place. i say its gonna take me at least 20 to 30 mins to get there. he says no worries he should have the place to himself til at least 12:30. i say cool lets do it.

10:37 pm i hop back on the bus. i throw some gum into my mouth - i figure its the least i can do given i just blew a guy less than an hour ago.

11:05 pm i get to sensual favs place. we strip immediately and kiss. he's a really good kisser. we move to his bed. he lays back and we kiss and grind. i suck his nipples and lick my way down to his cock. i take his cock into my mouth and stroke him, my lips around him, taking him slowly down my throat. he groans. i go at him for a while until he pulls me back on top of him.

we kiss and grind. he pushes me onto my back and sucks my nipples his lips moving up and down my body. he spreads my legs and begins tongueing my clit. stroking it just right until i can't take it. i pull him up on top of me. he rubs his head against my clit. he's very hard. i slip a condom over his cock and he pushes into me. we both groan. he says, you feel so good. he's stroking me missionary style, our bodies close and tight, slow then hard and fast. after a while he says he's close.

he pulls out and spreads my legs and goes at my clit with his tongue. i throw my head back, enjoying it, my body shakes, i clutch the sheets my body tight and cum hard. i pull him back on top and into me. he's fucking me deep, we are holding each other close, stroking, our bodies intertwined, he cums hard shooting into me.

11:50pm he gets up to clean off. i'm lying on my stomach, worn out. he sits beside me and runs his fingers up and down my back.

12:00am i get up, shower, put my clothes back on, kiss him good bye and head out the door

Friday, April 8, 2011

Hard-ons should not make decisions for you

At first he said he had to think about it. I bid him good night and ignored the rest of his messages. The next day, I wake up with a serious hard on. Just when I'm considering my alternatives, my phone buzzes and it's him.
"I've thought about it and I want to do it. Are you still free?" I should have ignored that message too. I should have just jerked off and began my day.
Instead I texted back, inviting him over.

Later that afternoon he came over and we chatted in my living room. Eventually, I took him into my room. We chatted some more. I don't know why I was delaying the inevitable. Maybe I was trying to build anticipation. Finally I asked him if he was ready to fool around.
"I thought you'd never ask."
I laughed and we started to take our clothes off. It was a no frills moment. Clothes off. Hidden skin and genitalia exposed. We climbed back into my bed. Immediately he latched onto my right nipple. Sucking hard, making me twist my body this way and that. His hand traveled down my bare stomach to my pussy, his finger played with my clit. His mouth followed the same path as his hand. Tongue jutting out along the way, every now and then. At last, he was there, blowing on my clit. I'm looking quite big these days. Big enough for dudes to stick me in their mouths and suck the shit out of me. He did that. I was bucking, squirming and wailing like an idiot. I wanted him in me, so I threw a condom at him. For some reason he had some trouble putting it on and then I noticed he wasn't fully hard. He tried another condom and still couldn't put it on. Then he gets all fidgety, like he's embarrassed or something.
"What time is it?"
I tell him and he starts getting getting up.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Maybe we should stop now because I'm having a hard time adjusting to...stuff?"
Stuff? What stuff?
"I don't understand..."
"You really look like a dude."
I'm stunned. I mean isn't that an observation you make before you stick your head between someone's legs?

"You're just realizing this now?"
"I know. I guess it's kind of tripping me out. Next time I'll feel more comfortable." Next time? There will not be a next time...

A few awkward minutes later, we're both dressed and at my front door. Like nothing had happened, he starts in with the chitchat.
"Well, thanks for coming over." I cut him off mid sentence and unlock the front door. I may have snapped. He's taken aback and asks if he's offended me. Are you kidding me? I've already expended way too much energy on this hook-up. I don't have time to explain the ridiculousness of the situation. So instead I do what every self-respecting radical queer activist would do. I feigned a phone call and gestured goodbye as I closed the door on his ass.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

my favorite guy

So I started hooking up with this guy in the Spring time, white dude. One of my favorite kinds of guys - small, thin but not bone thin, piercings and tattoos, that alternative kind of vibe, very hot and sexy.

He was just real chill, had his shit together, we would always hang out and chat over a beer or two for at least an hour in his back yard. It was the spring and summer so we would just chat and enjoy the warm nights. We would often meet up at that time of day when the sun has just set and there's still a bit of hazy light and by the time we were done chatting it would be dark enough to see the stars. We lived totally different lives, we had nothing in common, but we would just talk about what was going on in our worlds and we just enjoyed each others company and felt really comfortable with each other.

Then we would fuck. He was a total dom top – which I love. The sex was incredible – he was well endowed and could fuck for hours – literally.  hot, aggressive, animalistic (is that a word?) fucking.  yuh know some fucks are hot and sensual others are just hard, rough, out of control fucks - he is the latter.  I think i have a good amount of stamina (at least this is what i've been told) however at some point I would always have to tell him I couldn’t take it anymore though I knew he could’ve kept on fucking me.

And the gender thing was never an issue – he totally got it more so I think than any other hook up. Unlike some other guys who can't get over that they're into a trans guy or on the flipside have a trans fetish - the fact that i'm trans was no more important than that he was a bio dude - which is as it should be.

And while we fucked i could just tell that he got me- he would say ‘boy, I luv that pussy’ over and over again - he got my my gender fuck.

Then after sex we would cuddle and nap for a few more hours. I luv cuddling. Eventually I would pull myself together and head out – I never spent the night.  his parting words to me were always 'be good'.  luv it.  I always texted him thanks afterwards but we never texted in between hook ups.

So we hooked up at least every other week for about six months. Its weird right, we knew a lot about each others lives, feelings, and thoughts yet I still don’t know his last name, I have no idea where he works nor does he know where I work. Its like we in some way were a part of each others lives, but not. It was always NSA neither of us were interested in more than what we were doing. My best friend use to tease me about my BF, but it really never was anything like that, I had no desire to date him and I believe the feeling was mutual.

The last time we hooked up we talked about our exes. Turns out that he broke up with someone around the same time I did. That seemed to make a lot of sense.

So all good things come to an end, one day I texted him to see if he wanted to play, he texted me that he had gotten back together with his ex boyfriend and need to try and make it work and stay faithful. I texted him back that I was really happy for him and best of luck. And I was really happy for him – I mean he’s a really good guy – but I did feel a little sad. I mean its nsa and all but you can’t help but get a little attached after six months.

So a couple months later I get a text from him asking if I’m free so we arrange to meet up. We do our usual thing but things feel a little different. I mean its good and fun but different.

We arrange to hook up again but it falls through and I don’t pursue it. I don’t know. I think about if I should contact him sometimes, but I kind of feel like I should just let it go. I feel like it was kind of like this moment in time where we were what each other wanted or maybe needed and it was fun and amazing and just some really incredible times. Maybe its silly, but I don’t want to ruin it some how.