Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 12:32:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: ross good <slutross@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crossing Over Part 3

    There are 3 men in the near future, aside from Bob, who brought me
further along my path of becoming a girlie boi, in earnest. Gene, David,
and Slim. They all had different effects on me, and all happened during the
next year or so. I'd see all three of them, at different times, and always
separately, but, each one offered a different facet to my "training".
Looking back sometimes it was quite overt, and sometimes, so subtle, it
would take me years to realize the effect, or change that it created. I'll
relate each story and the ensuing results I felt.

    During this time frame, I also began going to the gay beach, more and
more. This is where I met Gene The gay bch had moved, since the storm and
the Air Force's enforcement of their "no trespassing" rule. The new beach
was about 5 miles from my place, not as openly nude, but, there were spotty
areas of nudity. I had decided to wear thongs, liking the "tan lines" they
produced. And mine were from a company in Ca, I found on the internet, that
were fashioned for a man with a little pouch in front, but, in women's
styles and colors. They were very low cut, just covering my little patch of
hair, I left, above my clitty, and very slim, allowing anyone who looked to
know I shaved my pubes and pussy area. That little patch of white coming
down to my pussy was a turn on for me....hehe. And mine were always in
sensual colors, pinks, pastels, or hot colors, never i ed to advertise my
"bottomness"....hehe. I love sunning, and guy watching, and most of the
guys are gay, so, I'm hoping to find some new cock to play with. I'm thin,
fairly attractive, 51, not much body hair, nice ass, small package, but,
pushed it out with a cockstrap, even, at the bch. Again, you must remember,
I'm trying to attract cock, I'm hungry for it, either in my mouth or my
pussy. So, all of the little things I do, are towards that goal. I bought a
pink towel, rainbow umbrella, and sweet smelling spf lotions. I was trying
to exude fem bottom.

    He walked by, a few times, as our eyes met, and we both knew something
was up. I watched him walk down the bch to the more secluded area, and
decided to follow. Gather just my smokes, I saw where his towel was,
watching him sit down, spreading his legs, so his meaty cock was on display
in his snug fitting speedo. I continued on, just a little further, beyond
where he was, and then turned around, walking back towards his spot. I had
hoped my "cruising" would create interest, and was right. I stopped, right
in front of him, staring at the water, giving him a good view of my thonged
ass, hoping he'd like what he saw. I turned around slowly, as I saw him ,
rubbing his cock, looking directly at me. Well, talk about an invitation?
...I walked up, fell to my knees, and pulled his semi hard beauty out of
his suit, and managed to say, "Oh, my, very nice", just before I slipped it
between my lips. It was silky smooth, with a hint of "man" smell, large
head, and lovely hairy balls. I couldn't keep my mouth and hands off him,
as he was moaning his approval. I'm moaning just as much, craving the
hardness in my mouth to release it's precious, copious fluid. He grabs my
hair, holding me close to him, lifts up his hips, as his orgasm sprays his
hot cum in my throat, making me gag a bit, but, like a trooper, I hang on,
not wanting to "spoil" the moment. He must have shot 4 strong ropes of goo
in me, until he released his grip, allowing me to slide up, and taste his
final discharge of cream. I held his cock in my mouth, milking him, till it
was soft and he said enough. I didn't want to let it go, but, figured I'd
better do as he says. Looking up at him, I open my mouth, show him his
sweet baby milk, and swallow, smiling the whole time. I lean in, give his
cock, and each testicle, a french kiss, saying "Thank You!" He looked down,
saying, "Very nice, you're welcome". We exchanged phone #s and email
addresses, with some other small talk, that I honestly can't recall I did
find out he has a partner, and they were in an open relationship, meaning
each could "play" around a bit, either separately or as a couple, just as
long as they went home to each other, at night....hehe.  I really thought
that this would be "just another blowjob on the beach", scenario, and I'd
never hear from him again. I have to admit, he wasn't the first one at that
beach for me to give my oral talents to, and definitely won't be the last,
if I had any control. And most guys, have great intentions of calling, but,
never do. They were just there to get a bj, and nothing more.

    Well, to my surprise, Gene did email me, in a week or so, saying he'd
like to meet, at the beach. I sent him a positive response, setting it up
for the next day. Please don't rain, I thought to myself. Well, he showed
up, a little late, but, arrived just as he said. I was in my light pink
thong, again, wanting to let him know, that I was a bottom girlie boi,
wearing a fem colored suit. Honestly my experience with gay tops, wasn't
all that extensive, so, again, at the time didn't know if it would appeal
to him, or if he wanted a "man"....not a girlie boi.

    After some brief small talk, he looked at me and said, "You want some
of this, don't you?" He said, pointing to his crotch. Almost moaning, I
said, "Oh, you know I do," leaned over, and nuzzled his cock, thru the
material. "Well, take it out, and suck it,", he almost ordered. His
demeanor had changed a bit, making him , more demanding, but, still not
being a "dick", pardon the expression. So, I dove in, again, sucking him to
a wonderful climax, drinking down every drop, and suckling him till he told
me to stop. Again, I kissed his cockhead, each ball, looked up at him, and
said, "Thank you". He smiled, saying, "You're welcome".

    We talked some, this time, played in the water, and sort of became
friends. It was about time for him to go, when he said, "Suck me again."
Hmmmmm, again that demanding tone ok. Well, I did exactly as he asked,
happily. Gosh, getting to suck him twice in the same day is wonderful for
me, too. I was soon rewarded with my second dose of manjuice, of the
day. I'm a happy camper, to say the least. He said he had to go, and
promised to call/email me soon.

    Admittedly, I felt he would call, this time, as he must have like my
oral stimulations, well enough, to cum twice in the same day. I was on
cloud nine, thinking I'd found a new man, who may want my pussy too, as
well as my mouth to relieve his lovely piece of manflesh

    Sure, enough, after about a week, he called, saying he'd like to come
over to my place to "play". We set the day and time, and I was very
excited, for the next two days, not being able to concentrate on work, or
anything else. He wanted me to just wear a pair of my panties. He seemed to
like the idea of me in panties, so, I'm all for it. Hell I wear them
everyday, anyway. This was just a great reinforcement for my fem
tendencies.

    He arrived right on time, as I greeted him at the door, with just a
pair of light pink, lacy panties. I felt sooooooooooooooo hot! He whistled
when he arrived, seeing me standing there, and motioned for us to go
upstairs to the bedroom. Upon getting on the bed, he said, "Undress me." It
was a demand, more of a very strong desire, as there was no hint of
nastiness in his voice. Thinking back, I realize he's a top, with his own
"top" ideas and methods, of things that turn him on. It took me a long time
to understand that about tops. I was happy, and eager to remove all his
clothing, btw. No prob for me, hehe. "So, you want some more of this big
cock, huh?" he asked. Not really; a question, of course, more of a factual
statement, in the form of a question. I, needless to say, needed no more
invitation, and jumped on the bed, between his legs, and began to make love
to the object of my affection, HIS cock. During my cocksucking, he had me
slide around so my crotch was up near his head, and he began to play with
my pussy, slowing sliding a finger in, then two, as I'm deep throating his
love muscle. I'm moaning with each finger movement, and each cock thrust,
so, it's a double moaning time for me, with no complaints. Finally, he
says, "ok, girlie, get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard"...
"Yes sir", I replied, following his order. He got in between my legs,
applied some lube, from the nightstand, to both me and him, and slid his
hardness up and down my pussy crack, making me moan, begging him to fuck me
And then, one quick push, and the head popped in, making me scream into the
pillow. It hurt, big time! I knew it would get much better, but, damn it
wasn't fun, right then. No pain no gain, I guess. He knew it had hurt, so,
he stopped all motion letting me get used to his girth. Then, slowly, I
moved back, towards him, letting him know I was ok. Then, I felt him
sliding in, deeper and deeper, till his balls were touching mine. I moaned,
reached back, grabbed our balls, together, and gave them a love hug. Mmmm,
what a sweet, full, lovely feeling to have your man buried, all the way,
inside your hot cunt, knowing he's going to breed you, filling you with his
delightful, male, body fluid. And fuck he did, wow. He was a master, slow,
fast, deep, short, he could do it all, and VERY WELL!  Honestly, not sure
how long he did fuck me, felt like hours, but, was prob more like 20 mins
or so. And when he came, his pent up volleys were hard squirts, that I
could actually feel inside me. They went on for a while, too. His first
shot was very obvious, as was his second. Third and fourth were tamer, but,
still hard enough to feel. Finally, after he was completely spent, he
pulled out, and said, "Come clean me up, girlie." I knew what he wanted, as
to most men. He wanted me to lick off the sexual residue of our fuck. I
wanted to also, so, it was a win/win situation for us. I also got to suckle
his cock, for a while, which brought be another touch of bliss. Gene came
to the house about once a month, after that, sometimes for a fuck,
sometimes a blowjob, and every once in a while, both. Each time he wanted
me to wear more fem clothes.  This surprised me, at the time, as he was
gay, not attracted to women. But, after talking with him, many years later,
the reason he had me in fem clothing, was for me...not for him. He knew, I
was to be a girlie boi and wanted me to enjoy the light cross dressing that
I did for him. Just lingerie, hose, panties, and a nightie. What really
surprises me, yet today, is how he knew, back then, my fate of today.


to be continued