Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2011 10:21:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Eric Blank <indibuttmunch@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paul's Coming Out

The following work of fiction is just that, fiction, none of the acts
performed nor the characters encountered are real. If reading this is
illegal in your area, please read at your own caution. The author does not
recommend or endorse the illegal touching of minors or performing any other
illegal act and if you can't appreciate the difference between reality and
fantasy please don't read! To those who can appreciate and understand and
are of legal age to read such material, by all means enjoy and your
comments are welcome.



	I prepared dinner for my wife before she got home from work. I set
out 2 wine glasses and set the table and had candles lit for her
return. When she got home I greeted her warmly with a hug and a
kiss. Guiding her to the table we ate together. She asked me about my trip
and I told her about the camping I had done with my friends from
school. This was the excuse I had given her, I had recently been
reconnected with several old college buddies, one of whom had a cabin out
west and we wanted to share a guys weekend out. My wife was all in favor of
me spending time with my friends so it was a perfect excuse. After dinner
we cleaned the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and went upstairs
and made love. The sex was wonderful, as all sex is, but that same feeling
of something missing was stuck in my head. Somehow the excitement I got
from random sex with anonymous people excited me far more than with the
woman I loved, a brief thought crossed my mind as we lay there, would the
same feeling happen with John and Natalie?  After we finished and washed up
my wife lay down to sleep, she said she hadn't slept well with me gone. I
hugged her and went downstairs to my study to catch up on emails and things
I told her.
	Starting my computer up I did read through some email, but the
video of the transsexual with a huge cock kept appearing in my head. Before
I had even noticed I was doing it I began to Google transsexual porn
sites. I scanned through Latin trannies, Asian trannies, softcore, hardcore
sites. I found video clips of trannies performing any and all kinds of
sex. I was particularly excited not by the explicit pictures, though I do
love the sight of a nice hard cock halfway into a tight hole, what excited
me most were the pictures of the women in lingerie, bulges appearing in
their panties. I began to rub my cock through my pajamas as I watched girl
after girl getting sucked, fucked, sucking, fucking. My hunger was
beginning to build. Soon my cock was out and I was stroking it slowly,
letting the pleasure build. I logged into my messenger and saw John was
online. I instantly felt my heart speed up its pace. Before I could message
him he messaged me. We chatted about my flight home, his drive back. I told
him how I missed being there, and how it was already affecting me not being
around people as open as the ones at his ranch. I asked him what he had
been up to that day, he said he had just come back from the Boys Club, he
said Monday night was "Ladies Night." I asked him what that meant, he said
that every Monday, men who were interested were encouraged to wear female
lingerie, panties, teddy's, garters. I laughed softly, not wanting to wake
up my wife. I told him about my interest in transsexuals and we chatted
about our, or rather his, experience. He told me when he was much younger,
in his late teens he had a need to wear women's panties, he just loved
them. He didn't want to ever take on the feminine aspect of dressing, but
he had always loved them. He actually said if he hadn't met Natalie he
thought he might have married a transsexual. The thought of his huge cock
getting hard in a pair of lacy, frilly panties drove me almost over the
edge. The hunger that had been slowly building was fully raging now. I was
very sad I had missed "Ladies Night" at the club. I know I would have had
one hell of a good time.

	As our conversation continued John let me know Diana was upset all
day and missed me terribly and Charlie missed me as well, but he said
Natalie was very lost with me gone. I asked if I could talk with her but
she had gone to bed early. John told me that he had spoken with Mike and he
was impressed at the way I had gotten fucked by Buster. He said he
definitely wished he had been there to watch that. I asked him if he had
ever done anything with the dog and he said not with Buster, but there was
a Great Dane he and Natalie had that had fucked both of them often. The
thought of John and Natalie being with a dog nearly had me exploding, I was
going crazy sitting at my computer. We talked about some experiences we had
each had and I found out just how much more there was to John and Nat than
I had previously thought. I missed them terribly, I missed being between
their naked bodies. I couldn't bear the feeling of needing release and not
having it readily available anymore. Once John and I finished chatting I
went to some personal ad sites. I needed sex, cock, pussy, ass I didn't
care at this point, I needed to be inside someone. The thought that I
needed to be inside someone while my wife lay asleep just upstairs saddened
me, but I knew, what I needed from a partner she would never, could never
be, I needed something more raw, animalistic, uncontrolled and all
encompassing, and my wife for all her many charms, was none of those
things. My wife takes Ambien to sleep, and trust me, she doesn't wake up
when she falls asleep. I still had another couple of vacation days from
work requested, so I decided it was time for a little night time scoping. I
went upstairs to get dressed. Once dressed, I returned to my computer and
started looking up transsexuals in my area. I went to my trusty Craigslist
and looked up local trannies with ads. Fortunately for me, there were
several ads for that day posted, so I emailed them and waited. I had
started to work on some stuff for work when my email notified me of a new
message. My heart jumped and I opened it immediately. The message was from
one of the Craigslist girls, though not the most girly of them I didn't
care. She said she couldn't host but would be available all night if I
could host and depending on what I looked like. I sent her a pic and told
her I couldn't host, but if a hotel would be ok I would spring for the
room. Once the message was sent I was already figuring out which hotel I
might utilize.
	If you are like me, and from what I've found millions of other
people are, secretly conducting a search for what's missing in their life,
this might all seem horrible, but trust me, you're probably doing it too in
your own way. In my life I've found everyone keeps secrets, everyone keeps
desires hidden, things they do hidden, for some people its drugs or
alcohol, for others its money, for others its food, for me its sex. I need
what I need and I have grown tired of having to feel ashamed of it, guilty
for it. Some people would say I'm sick, what excites me is sick, that I
cheat on my wife is sick. I am sick, I'm sick of feeling like I need to
live up to some imaginary standard of living so other people can accept
me. I want to fuck and to get fucked, in every way possible, I love it, and
as I have found its what makes me feel complete. Sitting here in my house I
feel less than myself, I feel I have to hide in my little room because what
I want isn't acceptable, to my wife, to either of our families, to our
neighbors, to "everyone". But I keep asking myself, if what I want is so
unacceptable, how come there are always ads on Craigslist and hundreds of
other personal ad sites offering openly, or hinting at sex?  While I
thought this argument over and over in my head I received another email,
from the same girl saying she would love to get together with me, I could
pick her up in an hour. I took down her address and looked it up and nearby
hotels online. I wrote my wife a note explaining that I wasn't able to
sleep and went for a drive. Heading out the door I got into my car and
headed out. My cock was throbbing in my pants as I drove the 20 minutes to
my date's apartment. I began to rub myself, imagining a nice thick cock
hidden in tiny little panties just waiting for my mouth.
	I straightened up and headed towards the door of her apartment. As
I approached the door she opened it and stepped outside. "Hi, I'm
Stephanie" she said reaching out her hand. I took her hand in mine and
kissed it, "I'm Paul, very nice to meet you Stephanie." I asked Stephanie
if she was ready to go and she said yes. Walking towards the car she asked
if I was married, this is a common question, but in the heart of the closet
married bi male, one that always strikes fear, "Yes I am Stephanie, does
that bother you?" "Of course not Honey, if I didn't get together with
married men I'd be alone all the time!" she said laughing. I was very
excited now, Stephanie was wearing a very loose print dress, she was by no
means what they call passable, but tonight I didn't care, I just couldn't
wait to get that dress off. Stephanie had shoulder length black hair, dark
red lipstick. I would have guessed her age at about 35 or so. As we drove
to the hotel I had selected we made small talk, about how long she had been
living as a woman, how many married men she traditionally saw. She was
almost a caricature of a woman, she had the mannerisms of a female, but
taken to the extreme. Of course, none of this mattered, at that moment, she
didn't need to speak, she didn't need to be beautiful, she just needed to
be available, and here she was. I checked into the hotel, not a pay by the
hour, but not too far from it, somehow being in a more seedy environment
made it all the more exciting. As soon as the door was closed Stephanie
grabbed me, she had strong hands that pulled me to her mouth. We kissed
hard, the kind of kiss that means nothing more than the need for human
contact, the kind that only anonymous sexual encounters provide. We kissed
over and over for some time as we undressed. Finally she stood before me
wearing a bright pink bra and panty outfit. The pink was offset by some
black trim which accentuated her curves. She looked amazing to me.
	She sat me on the bed and began to dance in front of me, my hands
reaching out to her waist. I pulled her body close and kissed her belly, my
hands roaming up and down her legs, around to her very firm ass. She began
to grind her panties in my face. As she was grinding the bulge began to
grow, and the tight panties were beginning to swell. I began to kiss her
cock through the panties. My hands gripped her ass and held her
close. Finally her cockhead began to pop out of the top of her panties, and
I licked at it eagerly. She pulled her panties down just below her balls
and teased me with her cock, letting me get a taste before backing
away. Finally she grabbed my hair with one hand, her now hard cock with the
other and fed me her clit. I took every inch in my mouth and throat and
sucked her sweet cock. Working her furiously with my mouth she pumped into
me in rhythm. She fucked my mouth for some time before she let her panties
drop to the floor, then she turned around and offered me her tight ass. Her
hands ran across her cheeks, teasing me by pulling them open only to close
them again. I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her ass to my mouth. Inhaling
the scent of her sweet ass I began to run my tongue up and down her ass
crack. Finally settling my attention on her tight little hole, she gasped
at the touch of my tongue on her asslips. This woman knew how to work what
she had, she began to grind her ass on my face as my tongue loosened up her
ass. I ate her until her pussy was dripping, begging to be filled. Pulling
her waist down towards my crotch Stephanie knew it was time for some
cock. "Oh baby, fuck my pussy, fuck my tight pussy so good" she moaned. I
pointed my cock up towards her ass as she lowered herself on me. Sitting on
the edge of the bed Stephanie rode my cock reverse cowboy for several
minutes, then she stood up and turned around. Her thick clit was bouncing
as she took off her bra and straddled me again, her tits bouncing in my
face as she lowered herself onto me again. I grabbed her tits while she
rode my cock, squeezing them as she bounced on me. Our moans became louder
as her bouncing intensified. Finally I unloaded my hot seed in her ass, she
sat on my cock taking my load while I sucked her nipples. Once I had filled
her completely she began to stand, as she stood I turned her back around to
see the creampie I left inside her. Her hot hole was red and swollen from
the fucking she took. I pulled her ass to my face and began to lick on her
hole, pushing my tongue inside I could taste the of my cum in her. She
gasped once again as she realized I was eating my own cum from her pussy,
but offered her ass to me for eating. Once I had eaten my seed from her
hole I pressed my face against her ass.
	Holding Stephanie in place while my skin was pressed against hers I
was thrilled to have finally fucked a tranny, another taboo now complete,
and loved. I kissed her asscheeks then stood up myself. Pulling her into my
arms I kissed her deeply. "That was incredible Stephanie." I said "You were
wonderful yourself there lover" she replied. "Will I be hearing from you
again?" "Yes, I'd love to see you again." She smiled at me, "Good, that
cock feels so good going in I can't tell you." "I bet yours would too." I
said. "Let's clean up, I should get home." We went in to the shower
together. While soaping up and kissing and touching the feeling came back
and I fucked her again, this time leaving my seed in place. We left the
hotel and I took her back to her apartment. Kissing her goodbye I knew I
would have to see her again.

	Walking back to my car from Stephanie's doorstep my mind began to
race. The excitement of finally having bedded a transsexual thrilled me to
the core. My body tingled with excitement as I drove home. My hand never
left my crotch the entire drive. Once I got home I dressed for bed again
and laid next to my sleeping wife. I had thrown out the note I left for
her, no sense raising questions I didn't want to avoid. I laid in bed, mind
racing, cock swollen, again. "I don't know how I'm going to do this." I
said to myself. "I can't keep doing this, it's unfair to her, it's unfair
to me. But how do I crush everything we've done, everything we've built
together, and will I want what I find when it's over?" As soon as I asked
that question my wife snuggled up beside me, as if to remind me of her
presence, and I knew then the answer to my question was yes, it would so
much be worth it.