Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 12:39:51 -0400
From: Kenneth Rodman <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Support Group II

			  NAKED SUPPORT GROUP II

 Having finally been convinced I am gay and being chronically horny I kept
thinking of other sex I should explore. Particularly what it would feel
like to be cornholed. I kept coming back to thinking Tim, the kid who
initiated me into the world of gay sex, would be the logical one to do the
job with his little weenie. When we parted we exchanged phone numbers and I
gave him a call. It was a rainy Saturday noon and he was free by three. I
spied an empty wine bottle ready to throw out and it was the typical shape:
gradually widening from the opening to reach full circumference halfway
down the bottle. Looking at it, I wondered how much I could get up my
pooper before it hurt. I got some Vaseline, greased it up and tentatively
worked it in. The blunt bottle opening not easy and I really had to
concentrate on relaxing my hole but once in I could get it in far enough to
reassure myself that Tim would be no problem.

 Three on the dot I knocked on the door and he opened it naked. He wasn't
hard and his weenie was really weenie. By the time I got undressed he was
erect. He was a cute kid, especially with a wide smile. "So what do you
want to do today," Tim asked. When I told him he looked very pleased.
"This'll be a first for me," he said, and went to his desk drawer for a
rubber. I had wondered how he was going to keep a condom on that little
dick but he had ordered a pack of junior size rubbers from a mail order
porn site. He even had a tube of lube.  I got on my back, pulled my knees
up and he proceeded to enter me. It went in a damn sight easier than the
wine bottle and matter of fact it felt good. He was an energetic little
fucker and when I felt his organ pulse in my rectum it was somehow pretty
exciting. He stayed in for a minute and then his softening dickie popped
out on its own.

 I had hoped I could fuck him but he said he had just started to use the
second size butt plug. "It's pretty uncomfortable and it's not as big as
that lovely cock of yours," he said. "So let me suck it and I'll give you a
call when I'm ready because I'm really looking forward to having a real
cock up there."

   My second time being sucked was every bit as good as the first, maybe
because I wasn't nervous about trusting my precious cock into a strange
mouth full of teeth. That and the fact that I lasted a little longer than
my maiden voyage. That gorgeous escalation of sensation that is the
precursor of ejaculation was a little longer this time. When I asked Tim to
slow down he did, and his sucking stopped, replaced by just his tongue
lavaging my glans. Such a disparity of feelings: I desperately wanted to
cum, needed to cum, but I didn't want this intense feeling to quit either.
Then Tim put his finger up my greasy pucker and that did it. "I'm gonna
cum, oh God I'm gonna CUM!" I said. Tim lifted his head off to watch but
kept his finger busy in my rosebud.

 POW! The first jet raced through my straining cock with such intensity it
felt more like a hot solid than liquid. It arced about a foot in the air
and we both watched my penis dance and spurt. My belly was covered in
dripping cum but I was indeed a happy camper.

  I asked Tim to loan me his smallest butt plug and he did, promising to
let me know when his asshole was ready for my cock.

   The support group was in session, the new members had been introduced.
He had started his opening talk on the legal status of gay marriage in the
various states and courts when a very pretty woman about my age walked in,
went to the adjoining room to undress and walked out to take her seat.
Whoa! The lady was swinging a very nice dick! Strawberry blonde with a
little patch of matching curly hair over an otherwise shaved pubis.
Gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes away.

     After his talk the moderator saw me and said, "At the last meeting you
told us you hadn't decided you were gay or not. Have you made up your mind
yet?" I answered in the affirmative. "Well, since you came back to join us
I assume you have concluded that you are in fact gay," he said. I nodded
with a broad smile.

     The meeting over and it was coffee hour. Two guys were talking to the
luscious blonde and I joined them, put out my hand and said, "Hi. Dan
Petersen."

   "Dani Olsen. How about that, names match and ancestors both from
Scandinavia." Her handshake was firm, the smile was hypnotic and I was in
love. The other two guys peeled off and I offered to buy her a drink on the
way home. "Fine, but just a quickie, I've got homework to do. I know a nice
little place on the way home so why don't you follow me there?" She
said. It was a nice old fashioned tavern, pretty quiet with an old guy
playing old favorites on the piano in the corner. She had a Coke, I had a
draft beer and we talked. She was on the finishing touches of an MBA and
learning a new job. Her voice was low pitched for a girl and sexy as
hell. I told her I was a newcomer to the gay scene just having accepted
being "one of the family" and asked when she had made her transition.

    "From as far back as I can remember I felt like I was a girl in a boy's
body. My mother was very understanding but Dad took longer to accept it. He
was a jock in school and had hopes of raising me into the world of
athletics but he finally came around to reality. When I reached puberty
they enrolled me in a private school in a neighboring town and I entered as
a girl." I wanted to know when she began the hormone replacement thing and
she said, "That,was a little more complicated, but I really need to hit the
books tonight so I need to get home."

   I had checked the menu as we talked and it looked pretty good so I asked
her to come back Saturday night for dinner and she agreed to meet me here
at 7 PM.

    Tonight she was dressed up a bit more than at the meeting. A light
green sheath dress that complimented her slim shape and heads turned when
she walked in. Same piano player and a little more lively. A few people
were dancing and after we ordered, while we were waiting for our dinner we
joined them. She danced as nicely as she looked. Not close, but not distant
either. The meal was good, her choice of wine was the same as mine and it
was chit chat as we ate. When we finished, she said, "I'm curious. In the
meeting you indicated you had decided you were in fact gay. What made your
mind up?"

     I told her the meeting helped, because I'd never been around a
collection of gay folk before and I felt comfortable and part of the
group. And I added that I had met a guy there and we had gotten
together. "And?" She said.

    "And we had sex," I said. She wanted to know what kind and I hesitated,
then said, "Give and take oral. It blew my mind, no pun intended." She
giggled at that and said, "Understood. I'll never forget my first time
either." I wanted to ask her what that included but she didn't volunteer
and I let it pass.

    "I'm curious. You have developed a lovely pair of breasts and definite
female curves so you must have been taking female hormones. But I know two
guys in my workout group who have been on estrogens since developing
prostate cancer and both now have penises that have shrunk to mere
nubbins. But you have a very generous one so I don't get it."

     "I didn't begin hormone therapy until well into puberty and by then
I'd figured out how to have orgasms. I wasn't about to give those up so I
opted for combination male and female hormones." I asked if that meant her
penis was functional. "Yep, my clitoris is fully functional, thank God,"
she said. "But I haven't had much, er, other people sex."

       "Typical girl, you have to be excited between the ears before
anything good happens," I said.

       "Dani laughed," and said, "Maybe you're right, let's dance." This
time we danced close and soon he felt a firmness poking his pelvis. Was it
wish fulfillment or a boner, he wondered. It was closing time and as they
left the dance floor there was a distinct bulge in her dress. As they left
he started toward the parking lot but she said, "I didn't drive, I
walked. My apartment's two blocks away." So they walked there holding hands
like teenagers. When they got to her door she said, "Thank you, that was a
lot of fun." I said it was fun for me too and asked if we could get
together the next night, Sunday. "Call me tomorrow afternoon and if I can
get my homework done, it's a date."

       I turned to leave and quietly, she said, "Aren't you going to kiss
me good night?"

			      TO BE CONTINUED