Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:26:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transsexual Cream: Str8 Man's Dream

He was a hot-headed man: everyone knew that. Darryl was quick to let rip
with his fists and ask questions later.  One wrong move, one wrong look and
he was in your face and pushing for a fight.


However, it wasn't as if he was an eighteen year old, trying to find his
way in the world. Darryl was now thirty three and had two failed marriages
behind him and a string of kids to other women besides. The locals in his
small town were getting a tad tired of him and his quick-tempered
ways. Even his drinking buddies weren't that keen on his company anymore
and every time he set foot inside the hotel bar where he liked to hang out
the poor barman debated whether to put in a call to the cops, just in case.


Things were ever as they had been when Darryl came into the bar one Friday
night. He was in a foul mood and the first beer hardly touched sides as it
sloshed down into his belly. He quickly demanded the barman line up
another. Eyes rolled skyward. Just then the door opened and in sashayed the
most exotic creature that little town had ever seen. She was tall,
impossibly blonde, and statuesque. Her cheekbones were so high they were
practically in her skull, her nose was but a little button; her large eyes
were ablaze with some inner life but highlighted by make-up of theatrical
proportions and her plump lips were of the reddest, sluttiest hue you ever
did see.


Thrusting her big boobs out over the bar she asked for a glass of white
wine in the huskiest voice that Bill, the barman, had heard on a woman in a
long time. In fact, it wasn't since he had been in Thailand some thirty
years ago and made that one dreadful mistake had he heard anything so
throaty. But she sure looked a million dollars; come to think of it, so had
his conquest that night. Bill was wary when he saw the interest that Darryl
took in this stranger. If his misgivings were correct fists were going to
fly and she wouldn't look so pretty in the morning.

`I'd stay away from him if I were you,' he whispered to the tall blonde `he
has something of an attitude problem.'

`Just the way I like them.' she replied before erupting in a chortle that
sounded like a chainsaw firing up.


The men in the bar were putty in her hands. They were moths around her
manufactured flame and even Bill, who figured maybe he knew a little
something that they didn't, was drawn in. But there was only one man that
she was interested in. Darryl's pride knew no bounds as she flirted and
preened around him. His cock lurched in his snug jeans; how he would love
to give her what she seemed to be asking for. But he was wary; his
ex-wives' accusations still rang in his ears: lousy lover, selfish,
useless, all cock and no thrust.


He just didn't know what with hell the matter with him was. Anymore, the
thought of sex got him hellishly excited but the moment he entered a woman
his interest waned; if he didn't think `those' thoughts, if he held on to
his crazy fantasy, his erection would shrivel away leaving them both
frustrated. Back when he was about twenty he and Ben had gone upstairs with
an older woman and her husband. The two young stallions had rogered her
senseless while her husband had sat and watched while he jerked himself
off. It was a crazy situation for a small town boy but Darryl took it in
his stride, the couple had left the hotel the next day and the incident was
soon forgotten.


But now, damn them! Ben and that stranger haunted his dreams. At first, if
he just thought about them being there, watching him, he could do it; he
could get his cock up and pleasure a woman as well as he had when he was
younger. He couldn't understand this and tried to shake it from his brain
but it was no use. Darryl was not the kind of man who knew what to make of
what he considered such devious desires. But it only got worse.  Recently
he was with a really hot woman and he knew he risked losing his erection;
he called them up, the pair of devils that lurked in the shadows, but it
didn't work.

`Honey, we could wait a little.' He heard her say.

It was only when he allowed the pair deeper into his fantasy that he
salvaged the situation. Now the husband didn't just watch: he stood over
Darryl, jerking his big cock and Ben wasn't feeding his cock to the hungry
wife. Oh no! How the hell had this happened? It was Darryl that was
greedily slurping on Ben's thick hog. And he grew hard, so hard that she
was soon riding the tiger to ecstasy. Her moans filled the room and before
long she was begging him to cum. No sooner had he cum than the feelings of
guilt washed over him and he got up from that rumpled bed without a further
word, and dressed and left without a backward glance.  She wasn't the first
woman to deflate and crumple after spending time with Darryl.


But Magenta, for that was the name she went by, was made of sterner
stuff. She shifted uneasily on her stool as her tucked-away cock started to
inflate. Damn, she wanted this hot-headed stud with his sexy brown eyes and
his crew-cut dark hair and his powerful forearms. She loved the way he
filled out his jeans: a nice cup of nuts out front and a firm, fleshy butt
in the rear. He didn't smile much, but then which surly fucker did.  The
thought of taming this beast, of making him surrender to her girth and
steel, made her so horny she felt a flush creep across her face. She
brushed her red nails across her nipples and Darryl excused himself to go
take a piss.

`Look, I don't mean to be butting into your business,' Bill said to her
`but that guy is trouble.'

`I can handle him.' Magenta told him.

Bill was flustered. How could he make this woman see the danger she was in.

`I don't think you understand,' he continued. `Darryl's has been in all
sorts of trouble for losing his cool.  If he finds out what I think you're
keeping in that tight skirt of yours...'

Bills' voice trailed away. He hadn't meant it to come out like that. And he
couldn't understand why he felt a sudden rush of blood to his head.

`Am I allowed to come round behind the bar?' Magenta asked.

Bill didn't reply. He knew that she would, whether he said no or not. She
came around and, with her back to the bar counter, lifted her skirt. Bill
flushed bright red. She pulled aside her panties, revealing one of the
fleshiest cocks Bill had ever seen. It put his own little thing to
shame. He quickly looked around: no-one else could see what she was showing
him and he couldn't resist it, he reached out and traced his forefinger
down the length of that big thing until it reached the soft foreskin. Bill
was so horned up and boned up he was about clean out of his mind as he took
that big cock in his hand and milked back the foreskin, revealing a moist
red head.

`That's about enough.' She purred as she pulled her cock out of his hand
and tucked it away and dropped her skirt.

`I hope you know what you're doing.' Bill said.

`Probably better than you know what you're supposed to be doing.' She said
softly as she nodded towards a customer waiting at the bar. Then in a
louder voice she added `And I'll expect you to have some Vouvray for when I
next visit, Bill.'

`Certainly, Madam.' Bill replied as he tried to banish from his mind the
thought of getting down on his knees in front of this exotic creature and
reliving his one crazy moment in an otherwise routine life.  Lucky bastard,
that Darryl. Bill only hoped he knew what to do with so much cock.


Half an hour later Bill watched as Darryl and Magenta kissed and
cuddled. He was standing there and feeling really jealous when the pair
came up to him.

`What time do you shut the bar?' she asked.

`About ten minutes time.' Bill replied.

He watched her take her hotel key out of her handbag and show him her room
number.

`Wanna come up and have a little fun?' she asked.

`But, but...' Bill was speechless. Sure he wanted to! But what about
Darryl? But at least if he went up with both of them he could keep Magenta
safe.

`There's plenty for two.' Magenta told him and Bill could feel desire
course through his body.

All he could do was nod. He practically threw his customers out of the bar
and raced up the stairs with his heart pounding in his ribcage. He stood
outside her door and tried one last time to talk himself out of it but it
was no use. He was like a lamb led to slaughter. His cock throbbed in his
underpants; he couldn't remember when last it had felt so alive. Suddenly
his big belly and big butt melted away, the grey at his temples was gone,
the lines around his eyes miraculously vanished. He felt young again. He
was Tarzan, Thor and Hercules all rolled into one. He gently rapped on the
door.


Magenta opened it and she pulled him into a kiss. His cock started leaking
precum as he kissed this gorgeous creature and he wondered if Darryl knew
the surprise that was in store for him. Magenta was one fine kisser and she
sure knew what to do with her hands as they raked down Bill's spine and
fondled his big, round cheeks. Darryl watched them kiss and couldn't keep
his hand away from rubbing the big bulge that had appeared in his jeans.

Magenta broke off the kiss and went and kneeled before Darryl. She took off
his shoes and socks and started to undo his jeans.

`I wanna see you suck Bill's cock.' Darryl whispered.

He couldn't afford to disappoint this amazing woman by having his cock go
soft on him. She had already had a good feel of it and knew its size and
how hard it could get. But now, if she got Bill's cock out first, he was
home safe. He stifled a gasp as she knelt before Bill and undid his
trousers and pulled down his underpants. His thin cock was so rigid that it
slapped up against his furry belly as she freed it from its cotton
cage. And then those red lips parted and she took Bill's cock into her
mouth and Darryl knew he was going to be just fine.


He watched Magenta greedily sucking on Bill's small member and was pleased
that he had more to offer her. But he knew too that without Bill's pale
flesh, without that cock and balls and that big, hairy butt his interest in
Magenta would wane. And now he was tempted, almost overcome by a desire to
touch
 the older man. He wondered how he would react but all too soon it was
Darryl's turn to receive Magenta's attention. She stripped him out of his
clothes and wrapped her hand around the base of his big cock. If he noticed
how large her hands were he didn't hold on to that thought. All that
mattered were those warms lips wrapped around his knob, giving him the most
amazing sensations.  Her long red nails raked down his thighs and across
his big, plump, smooth balls. Instinctively he opened his legs wider and
was genuinely shocked when she suddenly switched tactic and jammed her hot
tongue up his butthole.


Darryl had never experienced such a thing before though he had often
fantasized about it. In his dream the voyeur husband would climb between
Darryl's legs while he fucked the man's wife and lick his butthole before
Ben...before Ben! Oh, it was too much he couldn't even form the words, but
his fantasy went on without him giving voice to it. Ben would enter him,
take him, make him submit and all of the anger and frustration and
confusion in his life would ebb away as Ben's big cock thrust up into him.


But that was fantasy: this was real. That hot tongue was burrowing up his
chute giving Darryl pleasure like he had never known. A huge string of
pre-cum oozed out of the big cock as he held his legs wide apart. And then
Bill got up on the bed and knelt over him and Darryl found himself looking
up at that beefy butt and suddenly he couldn't find the brakes. All
rational thought drained from his mind as he brought his hands up and
pulled Bill onto his face. The younger man was surprised by how much this
strange muskiness and texture turned him on and he went into a feeding
frenzy, munching down on Bill's butt as if it were the only meal left on
earth.


Darryl felt as if he had been plugged into the mains; electricity shot
through his body from ass to mouth and back again. He could hear Bill
moaning and groaning above him as he ground that beefy butt down onto
dangerous Darryl's hungry tongue. Bill's mind was thrown back thirty years
to when his bar beauty had suddenly flipped him over before kissing him and
then giving him the shock of his young life as she entered his virginal
hole. And now, in only his second encounter of this kind, he was
experiencing the most delicious rimming and that from a straight guy, like
himself. Bill couldn't help laughing out loud. This was one crazy, fucked
up little session they were having but he loved it.


Bill looked down at Darryl's big cock. It was very pale with an angry
looking red knob; he could clearly see his brown circumcision scar and he
couldn't resist touching it. Now he pressed finger and thumb behind the
flared cap and squeezed and watched more joy-juice leak out. And Bill was
compelled -- yes, that's the word, he told himself -- he was compelled
into gathering up a gloop of the clear liquid on his thumb and bringing it
up to his mouth. The love nectar slid over his tongue and inflamed his
lust. Wrapping his fist around the base of that thick cock he guided it
into his mouth and sucked it the best way he knew how. It was the first
time he had ever done such a thing, having managed to avoid Jasmine's cock
completely back in Thailand.


Darryl was writhing around on the bed now like a sexed up serpent itching
to shed its skin. He had a tongue in his ass, a furry, musky pit on his
face and his cock was buried inside a warm mouth. It was time to let go of
his fantasies; this was real sex and he knew in that moment what he was: a
total and utter man-slut. He couldn't decide which he wanted more, to sink
himself into Magenta's warm, wet pussy or to offer up his virgin hole to
Bill. Darryl reached round now to have a good feel of Bill's cock.  It was
fairly small and thin and he figured it would make a good cock to get poked
by for the very first time. He slid his fingers up the steely hard shaft
and onto the slender head that was coated in precum. Bill came off of
Darryl's cock and groaned out loud; the sensations in his cock and ass were
getting a little too much and he needed to cool off before he shot his
bolt.


Climbing off of Darryl Bill went up to Magenta and gently eased her to her
feet. Her eyes were glazed with lust.

`I want to fuck him so bad.' she whispered in his ear.

`Fuck me first so that he can see what you've got.' Bill whispered back.

She nodded and Bill found himself drawn into a kiss. He tasted Darryl's
musk and he was soon so horny that he slid his hand up the back of
Magenta's skirt trying to find her secret weapon without giving the game
away to Darryl. Magenta pulled away from Bill and undid her blouse and took
off her bra. Her large, firm tits were right there in his face and Bill
couldn't resist; he fastened himself to her left nipple and Darryl claimed
the right.


Darryl broke free a minute or two later. He was so hungry and horny that he
could hardly stand upright anymore.

`Oh, baby please, let me fuck you...' he begged.

`I think I might need to fuck you first.' Magenta replied.

She gave Darryl a nudge and he fell back on the bed. Bill felt his pulse
quicken; he knew what was coming next. Earlier he had dreaded this moment
but after the way the straight stud had rimmed his ass Bill had a feeling
it was going to give Darryl more of a good surprise than a bad one.


Magenta hummed a show tune as she wiggled her hips and played with her
tits. Both men were captivated.  This beauty sure knew how to turn men on
and what lucky men they were that she had chosen them.  Their hungry eyes
followed her every move as she teased them to the brink of eruption. Now at
last she lowered her skirt and stepped out of it while somehow keeping here
hands in front of her body.  And then at last, with a flourish, she shipped
her big brown cock out the side of her panties.  Bill heard Darryl's gasp
and judging that it was safe he resisted no further. Getting down on his
knees Bill took that fleshy cock into his mouth and soon loved-licked into
an erection. His l arge hands played up Magenta's silky thighs before
fondling her satin smooth balls. Darryl's eyes were out on stalks as he
furiously fisted his ever redder cock.


Seeing her men so worked up made Magenta want to cream. Tonight she was in
the mood to be top dog and so she resisted when she felt Bill's fingers
stray into her crack, seeking out her heat.  She clenched her rock-hard
buns tight and broke away. She went to her bag and fished out a bottle of
lube before instructing Darryl to lie down on the bed. Bill knew what she
was about to do and he was so horned up she didn't even need to ask: he
just fell face first into Darryl's smooth butt and soon both men were
writing around in total ecstasy. Bill had no idea that something that
seemed so utterly disgusting could feel so good both to the person having
it done to them and the person doing it. For a moment Magenta was seriously
worried about being totally excluded and had to physically pull Bill away.
She pushed a dollop of lube into Darryl's spit wet hole and felt her finger
glide into his heat. Damn, it felt good, so warm and tight and wrong but oh
so right! Now she smeared some lube onto Bill's small spear and smacked his
big butt.


Bill didn't hesitate. He was soon buried to the hilt and grooving on
Darryl's tight chute.  It was hard work keeping his big belly out of the
way but he raised his torso enough to be able to do the job. Gently
stroking into the younger man's hitherto virgin hole Bill knew he was
experiencing something special. He remembered how it had hurt at first when
Jasmine had penetrated him but how it had just got better and better until
he had creamed her sheets without even touching his cock. He heard Darryl's
gentle sigh and could not believe that this was the same man that had
raised so much hell over the years. He was nothing but a fuck puppet now as
he received Bill's cock and allowed himself to be pleasured. Magenta
stroked Bill's back and then prodded a lubed up finger into his puckerhole.
It was too much for Bill: he cursed and grunted and flooded Darryl's chute
with thick, hot jizz.


As soon as Bill pulled out Magenta drove her eight inch wanger into
Darryl's jazzed up bumhole.  He gasped as a second wave of pain tore
through him; he thought he was beyond that, lulled into a false send of
security by the pleasure that Bill's small cock had given him. But Darryl
was determined to see this through. He gritted his teeth and tried to relax
his protesting pucker as much as he could. He heard Magenta sigh in his ear
and felt her soft tits crushing his back and then her hot tongue nibbling
his earlobes. He forgot the pain and concentrated on the pleasure that he
knew would be his. Bill lifted Darryl's feet off the bed and started
sucking his toes and soon Darryl was transported back into ecstasy. His
asshole adjusted to Magenta's large cock and soon they were locked in
unison, taking pleasure from and giving pleasure to each other. Magenta's
sighs and moans were joined by Darryl's as Magenta's hungry cock and Bill's
hot tongue worked their magic on him.


Darryl had no idea that the reality would surpass his fantasy. He was
totally relaxed now and completely surrendered himself to Magenta. He had
nothing left to prove. He loved cock, it was plain to see. He felt as if he
was floating above himself, looking down at himself lying on that bed
getting fucked by Magenta and toe-sucked by Bill. He could not have
imagined this if he tried. His ass was on fire; lust flowed in his veins;
all he wanted was more, more, more! But Magenta was close, too close. This
hot stud's ass was so tight and his masculine body so incredibly sexy and
his responses to his lovers' so intense and open and gentle and lustful
that she felt almost tearful. She wanted to stroke into him until the cows
came home but her balls were starting to ache and she was fixing to blow.
Hearing Magenta's hungry race to ejaculation got Darryl so worked up that
he reared up now on his knees and grabbed hold of his blood engorged cock
that he knew was just moment from eruption. She responded by really pumping
into him now and he groaned out loud and shuddered as he felt the waves of
ecstasy start to wash over him. Magenta's bosom was swollen with pride as
she heard Darryl's hungry groan and moments later she joined him at the
peak as her balls fired off a massive volley of love cream deep into his
guts. His asshole clamped down on her erupting cock while powerful jets of
the white stuff shot out of his overheated cock and drenched the bed
covers.


Both whimpered as the came down from their highs and lay together a moment
in the afterglow. Bill lay down next to them and hugged them close. He knew
that in the morning Magenta would be moving on but he and Darryl would
share some special memories forever more.

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