At the end of my adolescence, I traveled with a friend to the capital. We were on his business trip and I was accompanying him. We spent all day going around in circles and when it was getting dark we went to grab some beers. We got pretty drunk and wanted to visit some whores. The thing is that we didn't know much about the city. We gave a lot of turns looking for it, not even daring to ask. After walking for a bit, we arrived at a boulevard where at first glance was full of whores. But they were transvestites. We realized right away, obvious, kept walking and more kept appearing. It had been like 2 hours that we were looking for where to cum, at that point in the night and half drunk it didn't matter much to us. We stopped to ask one. It was cheaper, when she told us the price my friend got close to me and touched my cock. I wasn't hard yet, but halfway awake, when I touched my cock it pulsed. It hardened for an instant and the transvestite smiled. Then I touched my friend and repeated the gesture. -Let's go, he said and we walked a couple of blocks away from the boulevard. Where it was darker and quieter. In the entrance of a garage the transvestite knelt down. He wore a very tight dress that tied with some ropes on the sides. Showing his legs, hips and all his profile from both sides. With an exaggerated neckline, both breasts were in their place, compressed by the neckline, about to burst. His booty was also done. It was perfect. Round, paradisiacal, easy to open up to expose a dilated hole. The one I only dreamed of while sucking my cock. My friend's was bigger than mine at that moment. I sucked both their cocks equally until my friend decided to give it. That ass was pumping like never before I saw. The transvestite's moans were spontaneous...I was sucking his cock with a pleasant intensity, so much that I could barely take a breath every now and then, and there I'd let out a moan. My friend finished quickly... And it was my turn. I got behind him and looked at the whole scene. No one I knew it was my first time. I had never been with anyone before. I grabbed my cock and did what I saw in porn movies, knocking on the door of his anus. I leaned my head against the door of his ass and pushed, enjoying every moment. As I started to slowly pump that ass, I noticed something white coming out of his ass. I looked at my friend and he didn't have a condom. He had taken it off to fuck. I couldn't get an erection. I started touching... those artificial breasts, so beautiful but rare. They weren't helping. I lowered my hands to the belly, was surprised by its softness, lost myself in pleasure and the moment and kept going down, everything was skin until I reached the trunk of a cock that was mine and my friend's together, it seemed asleep, but not. The thong pressed such a member with so much force that it seemed asleep. I didn't dare to free it, my friend was present. But knowing that excited me and kept caressing the monstrous thing in its prison. With timidity. I pulled out my cock and went to have him suck me off. It hadn't ended yet. My friend was still there, letting himself be cleaned up. I put mine next to his. He took it off and started sucking with devotion. I left it hard quickly and wanted one thing. To cum on her. I put myself behind him and he let my friend get out of the way to lean against the wall. My cock went in easily into that open ass, but once it was all the way in, I felt the pressure of his anus on my cock and started pushing until almost my head came out, then pushed with all my might and repeated. 2, 3, 4 and more times. Each time faster, agitated by those lovely moans that were coming out. Until when I was at climax, the moans stopped. I opened my eyes and saw my friend holding onto him by the girl's cheekbones he had, inflated by his cock, drooling and whining in front of such a manifestation of pleasure. That image made me cum instantly. I felt like it was squirting inside. And when I pulled out, I spat another jet on her ass. It was my first cum. It wasn't as exciting an anecdote as the previous to my opinion. But I lack genuine experiences as to arm stories of the quality I desire to achieve. Help me gather experiences if you live in CABA, Argentina. And be able to provide more stories to this beautiful community.
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