Flavor of the Week: Of Trannies and Trepidation

STRAIGHT MEN DESIRE trannies. It’s true.

Her name was Rita and I found her on AdultFriendFinder, a website for local hook-ups. She was a hot male-to-female transsexual from Colombia and, in her pictures, she lounged around on her bed halfnaked. I liked what I saw: She had smooth legs, large breasts and long black hair.

I sent her a message: “You’re beautiful.

Would you like to talk?” She wrote back: “Thank you.” And gave me her phone number. I called that same night.

“Hi, is this Rita?” “Jjyesss...”

“Hi, this is Will.Thanks for giving me your number.”

She got right to the point: “So, how big is your cock?” “Um, 8 inches.” “Ooh! That sounds nice!” she said. “How big is yours?” I asked her. “About 6.” “That sounds nice,” I said, figuring I should say something.

She was pleased. “Good. So, would you like to come to my place?” I was very apprehensive. It was unwise to go to a stranger’s apartment and risk getting raped, robbed or killed. She gave

me the address of an apartment in Elizabeth, N.J., which didn’t make me any more comfortable.

I MapQuested the address, grabbed condoms and hopped on the Parkway, bound for Elizabeth, still unsure whether or not I was going to have sex with her. I wanted to talk first and feel out the situation. I have always been paranoid of STDs, and I wanted to make sure that Rita would respect my limits.

I arrived at the complex 40 minutes later. I rang the buzzer and the door to her basement apartment opened.There she was, Rita. She looked like a short but very pretty Colombian girl.

“Hi, Rita! I’m Will. Nice to meet...” “Shh!” she shushed me. “My roommate’s home.”

She quickly ushered me into her small, pink bedroom.

“Sit down.” She pointed to her bed. “Thanks for having me at your place I...”

“Can I suck your balls?” Things were moving a bit fast for me— I wanted to get to know her—but a little teabagging never resulted in STDs, so I went with it.

“Can I see your tits?” I asked.

She pulled out a glorious breast with a dark nipple.

“Can I take off your pants?” She stretched out on the bed, her legs straight, and I pulled off her sweatpants. Her legs were as smooth as a woman’s. She untucked and revealed a small cock. This was the first cock that I had ever touched. While determined to remain cautious, I was thrilled. I have always had a strong same-sex curiosity and I was now satisfying one of my longest-held desires. I grabbed it and started to jerk her off.

I lay next to her and we stroked each other.

“Can I suck you?” I asked, following with a less appealing question. “Do you mind if I put a condom on you first?” She grabbed a condom from her night stand, unwrapped it and put it on with a flick of her wrist.

What excuse did I have now? I grabbed her cock and slid it into my mouth.While still paranoid, this was exactly what I had wanted to do. I did not even care if she sucked me; I’ve always enjoyed giving more than receiving.

I would have been content merely to suck her off.

Before I knew it, she was on all fours and asking me to fuck her. “Come on, papi,” she moaned. “Stick that dick in my ass.” I was not ready.Things were moving too fast.

“Um, I’m going to stick my finger up there.” I was stalling. I put my middle finger in her asshole.

“Ooh! Stick another finger up there!” I inserted my ring finger.

She urged me to fuck her again and again. And looking up and down her amazing body, I decided I had no other choice. She grabbed a condom and I put it on. I got on my knees to stick my dick in her and then changed my mind. I have such severe OCD that if I had sex with her, I would be convinced I had caught any number of diseases, but be too afraid to even think of getting tested. I backed out. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t want to have sex.” “I can show you my HIV test.” “That’s OK. I want to take it slow.

Maybe fool around, but not go all the way.” I sounded like a prude. “Can I suck you again?” I asked.

“No.You should go,” she said. I pulled the condom off and pulled my pants up. “I’ll call you,” I muttered.

“Whatever,” she said as she put on her own clothes.

I arrived home and inspected my fingers for any unknown lesions.Why can’t there be a happy medium, I wondered. Some people move too slowly and others too fast.Why can’t everyone be as sane as I am?

After I calmed down I was still glad I did not have sex with Rita. It’s always better to err on the side of caution. Especially when going to the apartment of a tranny stranger.

Will Johnson still admires trannies.You can read his blog at [ageless-willj.blogspot.com]