Hello how are you!It's my first time publishing, and the first thing I want to share with you is a combination between a feeling I want to get out of my chest and an anecdote that happened to me about two years ago.
It was a night on a weekend with friends, we got together because as good groups of friends who hadn't seen each other in a while, we wanted to remember good times and, of course, generate new ones. It was a relaxing and quiet night; we took drinks, smoked pot, and stayed up late laughing and having philosophical conversations.
It was 6 am when it ended, we were tired, and we had the whole Sunday to rest, so we slowly started leaving. I called an Uber, and since I lived farthest away, and with two friends who were just passing through, we decided to share the ride and split the cost. I, tired but not sleepy, was guiding the driver and waking up my friends to tell them it was time to get off, until they got off the two of them. Even so, there was still a long way to go until my house, and that's when I started talking to the driver in a more relaxed way. I asked him things like What did we do last night?, How did we spend it?, Are we good friends?, until he started asking me questions about myself, such as my age, how I met my friends, if I had a girlfriend. I answered all these questions normally, it wasn't the first time I talked about this with an Uber driver, for me this was just a generic chat that always went to the side of At your age, you should be doing something or All women are whores. But in this conductor there was something different when talking, he wasn't abrupt, on the contrary, he was quiet and relaxed. I started commenting about his ex-wife, how they separated because they were different, and how he found love with his new girlfriend. While I was commenting on that, he asked me if I had ever been in love, about how happy and exciting it was to feel when you meet the right person, and I... I believed he was going to talk about how nice it is to live and nonsense like that, while little by little, in an educated manner, he would ask if I didn't mind talking about sexual things, he would tell me how well he was doing after finding the right person, and at that time, he stopped referring to his girlfriend as his partner, I wondered if I wasn't interested in guys, seeing that he was single, I replied that no, and partly it was true, I don't see myself as a man being with another man, so he revealed that his partner is actually a man, I wondered if that bothered me, I told him no, that on the contrary, why would it bother me? Love is love, tastes are tastes, there's nothing to be ashamed of. He thanked my understanding and started opening up about how he realized, that with his wife he didn't get along, she wasn't attractive to him, and when they separated, he met this guy, he told me that this guy was a bit taller than me (the driver above 40 was, and I was 25 at the time), he was effeminate, and very sweet, I was annoyed in the back of my mind because I didn't want to talk, I was very tired and the last thing I wanted to do was chat, but out of politeness I kept playing along. Little by little he became more specific about what he felt for this guy, specifying that although they got along very well, they weren't exclusive with each other, they allowed themselves to be with other people. He explained his sensation on his first time, how the excitement of being with another man attracted him, how exciting it was in his first time, that mix of pain and pleasure and vice versa, being the one who generated that in another man. To all this I believed it was a way for him to unload, for him to feel free without feeling judged, so I let him talk because deep down I thought I was helping him by being an ear where he could be heard. He told me his whole story, his explosion of emotions discovering this world, and how happy he was, and you could tell it too, he was calm, transmitting peace. until... I was listening to all this with half a neuron active, I was tired from staying up late, half drunk, and half crazy, which was the last thing I could do was make my head work. I finished telling his story, and I wondered did you ever feel that way about another boy?. That question hit me like a cold splash of water. I woke up completely, the hangover went away, and for that moment I was the most conscious person on earth; I replied that never... and it was a lie. Since I started to be interested in sex, what I liked most was when it reflected the sensation, seeing both enjoy it, and while with other women, what I enjoyed most was making them enjoy it, and I never worried about myself, I was used to being the one who satisfies, and that started to bother me because with each girl I was with, none of them cared about wanting me to have a good time. Over time, by mistake, I found a hentai comic on Pornga without warning that there was transgender content, and I liked it, imagining myself as that boy, dressed as a girl, and being treated like one, imagining the pleasure that girl with a penis felt when being penetrated, being treated like a woman, and being able to enjoy it without guilt. Little by little, I started consuming this type of comic during my wank sessions, and it escalated, watching transgender women, even sissy girls in this community, I started buying women's lingerie for myself, I love the sensation of bras, long stockings, corsets, and catsuits, and I bought a plug and a consolator that I regret because I bought one big for someone who was just starting out and it hurt a lot. All these were pleasures I ventured in the comfort of my privacy; I never imagined sharing those moments with anyone else, and this driver, by asking me that question, made me realize that if I could share those private moments with someone like me, and enjoy As I saw the trans girls enjoying themselves, I felt like a sissy. At that moment, from nerves, I grabbed my backpack with force, feeling like my heart was pounding in my chest. He asked if I had ever had that curiosity to know what it's like to suck a cock. I swallowed saliva, feeling like my dick was going limp and more intense, feeling like my anus was tightening up, getting excited, wanting to be touched somehow. I responded ashamedly and with many nerves that no, never went through my head, lied again, but this time, my voice betrayed me, had a broken voice, stuttered, made the fool looking out the window, had many emotions on the surface, he repeated what he felt the first time being penetrated, the mix of pain and pleasure, but this time I listened to it not with indifference, but with lust, excitement, and curiosity that, although I already knew what it was like with a toy, gave me curiosity to feel one for real, with someone who would caress me, talk to me, and tell me nice and dirty things. He looked at me and said you have the face of wanting to try what it's like to suck a cock. I denied with my head, couldn't say no because it was true, I was imagining how his cock would be, wanted to touch it, see how it would get bigger little by little, lick his pre-seminal, wanted to feel what it's like for a penis to explode semen in my mouth, try the semen of another man. I didn't know if I had fear or excitement that he asked if I wanted to suck it, knew I wasn't going to be able to respond with another negative answer, was waiting for him to ask, desired it, LONGED FOR IT! knew that if he proposed something, I would say yes, in a way accepted it, was thinking where it would be, at my house? if we were going to a hotel? in the car on the way to a hotel? told him to stop for a minute at my place so I could find some stuff? The only thing I wanted was for him to say it, was one phrase away from falling and giving in to lust, would be his, and at the same time also wanted him to say be mine. While he was still explaining how beautiful it is to feel something in the ass, I lost myself in my thoughts and when I realized it, we had already arrived at my house, I stayed waiting for him to say something, it was a very intense silence because it was a moment that was going to define what would happen between us. I think he gave up or confused my excitement with discomfort, and he told me the price of the trip in a calm voice but with a sad tone, I paid, and I quickly went home with shame. I was excited and a little disappointed, both for him not daring to ask what he wanted me to say, as well as for myself not taking a step forward and doing what I really wanted to do. I undressed and just as I lay down on the bed, I fell asleep instantly due to exhaustion, but when I woke up, my cock was hard and full of precum, and my tiny ass was pulsating, I didn't have the will to dress like a girl, I needed to touch myself already, so I undressed and started caressing my anus, imagining that this older man was touching me, telling me how slutty I was but still treating me with delicacy, I moaned thinking sadly about the opportunity I missed, I ended up and came on my semen, but it wasn't the same, I didn't want mine, I wanted someone to share theirs. Until today I remember that situation and sometimes I touch myself with the desire to feel like a woman with another person and enjoy it as it should be, I would like to have a friend who is equal to me, we can dress up, make-up, and touch each other, play with toys and explore each other's tongues. This is something I never told anyone, and I wanted to share it in this community, get it out of my chest and I'd love to read what they think, maybe meet someone jajaja. I hope you liked it!
It was a night on a weekend with friends, we got together because as good groups of friends who hadn't seen each other in a while, we wanted to remember good times and, of course, generate new ones. It was a relaxing and quiet night; we took drinks, smoked pot, and stayed up late laughing and having philosophical conversations.
It was 6 am when it ended, we were tired, and we had the whole Sunday to rest, so we slowly started leaving. I called an Uber, and since I lived farthest away, and with two friends who were just passing through, we decided to share the ride and split the cost. I, tired but not sleepy, was guiding the driver and waking up my friends to tell them it was time to get off, until they got off the two of them. Even so, there was still a long way to go until my house, and that's when I started talking to the driver in a more relaxed way. I asked him things like What did we do last night?, How did we spend it?, Are we good friends?, until he started asking me questions about myself, such as my age, how I met my friends, if I had a girlfriend. I answered all these questions normally, it wasn't the first time I talked about this with an Uber driver, for me this was just a generic chat that always went to the side of At your age, you should be doing something or All women are whores. But in this conductor there was something different when talking, he wasn't abrupt, on the contrary, he was quiet and relaxed. I started commenting about his ex-wife, how they separated because they were different, and how he found love with his new girlfriend. While I was commenting on that, he asked me if I had ever been in love, about how happy and exciting it was to feel when you meet the right person, and I... I believed he was going to talk about how nice it is to live and nonsense like that, while little by little, in an educated manner, he would ask if I didn't mind talking about sexual things, he would tell me how well he was doing after finding the right person, and at that time, he stopped referring to his girlfriend as his partner, I wondered if I wasn't interested in guys, seeing that he was single, I replied that no, and partly it was true, I don't see myself as a man being with another man, so he revealed that his partner is actually a man, I wondered if that bothered me, I told him no, that on the contrary, why would it bother me? Love is love, tastes are tastes, there's nothing to be ashamed of. He thanked my understanding and started opening up about how he realized, that with his wife he didn't get along, she wasn't attractive to him, and when they separated, he met this guy, he told me that this guy was a bit taller than me (the driver above 40 was, and I was 25 at the time), he was effeminate, and very sweet, I was annoyed in the back of my mind because I didn't want to talk, I was very tired and the last thing I wanted to do was chat, but out of politeness I kept playing along. Little by little he became more specific about what he felt for this guy, specifying that although they got along very well, they weren't exclusive with each other, they allowed themselves to be with other people. He explained his sensation on his first time, how the excitement of being with another man attracted him, how exciting it was in his first time, that mix of pain and pleasure and vice versa, being the one who generated that in another man. To all this I believed it was a way for him to unload, for him to feel free without feeling judged, so I let him talk because deep down I thought I was helping him by being an ear where he could be heard. He told me his whole story, his explosion of emotions discovering this world, and how happy he was, and you could tell it too, he was calm, transmitting peace. until... I was listening to all this with half a neuron active, I was tired from staying up late, half drunk, and half crazy, which was the last thing I could do was make my head work. I finished telling his story, and I wondered did you ever feel that way about another boy?. That question hit me like a cold splash of water. I woke up completely, the hangover went away, and for that moment I was the most conscious person on earth; I replied that never... and it was a lie. Since I started to be interested in sex, what I liked most was when it reflected the sensation, seeing both enjoy it, and while with other women, what I enjoyed most was making them enjoy it, and I never worried about myself, I was used to being the one who satisfies, and that started to bother me because with each girl I was with, none of them cared about wanting me to have a good time. Over time, by mistake, I found a hentai comic on Pornga without warning that there was transgender content, and I liked it, imagining myself as that boy, dressed as a girl, and being treated like one, imagining the pleasure that girl with a penis felt when being penetrated, being treated like a woman, and being able to enjoy it without guilt. Little by little, I started consuming this type of comic during my wank sessions, and it escalated, watching transgender women, even sissy girls in this community, I started buying women's lingerie for myself, I love the sensation of bras, long stockings, corsets, and catsuits, and I bought a plug and a consolator that I regret because I bought one big for someone who was just starting out and it hurt a lot. All these were pleasures I ventured in the comfort of my privacy; I never imagined sharing those moments with anyone else, and this driver, by asking me that question, made me realize that if I could share those private moments with someone like me, and enjoy As I saw the trans girls enjoying themselves, I felt like a sissy. At that moment, from nerves, I grabbed my backpack with force, feeling like my heart was pounding in my chest. He asked if I had ever had that curiosity to know what it's like to suck a cock. I swallowed saliva, feeling like my dick was going limp and more intense, feeling like my anus was tightening up, getting excited, wanting to be touched somehow. I responded ashamedly and with many nerves that no, never went through my head, lied again, but this time, my voice betrayed me, had a broken voice, stuttered, made the fool looking out the window, had many emotions on the surface, he repeated what he felt the first time being penetrated, the mix of pain and pleasure, but this time I listened to it not with indifference, but with lust, excitement, and curiosity that, although I already knew what it was like with a toy, gave me curiosity to feel one for real, with someone who would caress me, talk to me, and tell me nice and dirty things. He looked at me and said you have the face of wanting to try what it's like to suck a cock. I denied with my head, couldn't say no because it was true, I was imagining how his cock would be, wanted to touch it, see how it would get bigger little by little, lick his pre-seminal, wanted to feel what it's like for a penis to explode semen in my mouth, try the semen of another man. I didn't know if I had fear or excitement that he asked if I wanted to suck it, knew I wasn't going to be able to respond with another negative answer, was waiting for him to ask, desired it, LONGED FOR IT! knew that if he proposed something, I would say yes, in a way accepted it, was thinking where it would be, at my house? if we were going to a hotel? in the car on the way to a hotel? told him to stop for a minute at my place so I could find some stuff? The only thing I wanted was for him to say it, was one phrase away from falling and giving in to lust, would be his, and at the same time also wanted him to say be mine. While he was still explaining how beautiful it is to feel something in the ass, I lost myself in my thoughts and when I realized it, we had already arrived at my house, I stayed waiting for him to say something, it was a very intense silence because it was a moment that was going to define what would happen between us. I think he gave up or confused my excitement with discomfort, and he told me the price of the trip in a calm voice but with a sad tone, I paid, and I quickly went home with shame. I was excited and a little disappointed, both for him not daring to ask what he wanted me to say, as well as for myself not taking a step forward and doing what I really wanted to do. I undressed and just as I lay down on the bed, I fell asleep instantly due to exhaustion, but when I woke up, my cock was hard and full of precum, and my tiny ass was pulsating, I didn't have the will to dress like a girl, I needed to touch myself already, so I undressed and started caressing my anus, imagining that this older man was touching me, telling me how slutty I was but still treating me with delicacy, I moaned thinking sadly about the opportunity I missed, I ended up and came on my semen, but it wasn't the same, I didn't want mine, I wanted someone to share theirs. Until today I remember that situation and sometimes I touch myself with the desire to feel like a woman with another person and enjoy it as it should be, I would like to have a friend who is equal to me, we can dress up, make-up, and touch each other, play with toys and explore each other's tongues. This is something I never told anyone, and I wanted to share it in this community, get it out of my chest and I'd love to read what they think, maybe meet someone jajaja. I hope you liked it!
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