I am a bisexual man, meeting straight, bisexual or gay men for our sexual
pleasures. I post messages on various message boards like Squirt and Adam4adam
that allow members profiles and posting messages. I also post to local Yahoo
groups in my area that allows one to post messages to a small geographical area
or to a distant user group. However, the best place to find no-strings attached
meeting is on Craigslist where you can post an advertisement for a geographic
area in a personal group erotic meeting male for male. My posts are usually
brief, 'White married bisexual submissive bottom seeks a dominating top. I am
58-year-old 5'-10' 210 pounds short gray hair about twenty pounds heavy but not
fat. I am seeking to give oral to completion for nothing in return.'
In my younger day, I was constantly searching to meet strangers for adult
fun, to give them oral without the man having to give anything back in return. I
had regularly posted advertisement to personal encounters of Craigslist,
resulting in receiving several e-mails a week from men wanting to meet. I
answered every e-mail asked them when they could they meet, where could we meet
and when we met, what did they want to do. When they responded, with the
necessary information, I reviewed their information then decided if I were
willing to meet. E-mails were from local men or from men traveling and want to
play when they were away from home.
I received one e-mail from a stranger in San Diego; his name was Ray. Ray was
coming to my town for a few days on business, mentioning my advertisement posted
on Craigslist. He wanted to meet me, so I could give him a blowjob. Ray and I
exchanged a few e-mails and I agreed to meet him because he could host at his
hotel room. In his e-mails, Ray asked a strange question, "Do you know any
transvestites?" Ray mentioned he had a fantasy about meeting a chick with a
dick. In my e-mail back to Ray, I told him that I had a fantasy about a Tranny
topping me. I told Ray I would look around for what we both had erotic
fantasies. I provided Ray my phone number should we need to speak about our
threesome. The next-day Ray, my cell-phone rings and it was Ray.
First question after hello, Ray said, "Do you swallow or spit?"
I responded boastfully, "I like letting a man shoot off in my mouth and having
him tell me to swallow his load."
Ray continued, "Good; I am straight man, and not interested in sucking any
cock. So you'll do fine." Ray continued his questions; he asked, "Did you find a
chick with a dick yet?"
I responded, "No, not yet; I will check Craigslist today. You know that most
she-males charge money. I am willing to split the cost with you."
Ray scoffed, "No, not fine. I do not pay to get my rocks off. You need to
find a chick with a dick to meet us, and one that does not charge. I want to see
her sucking your cock; I take her from the rear. Then I want to see her cock
fucking your ass."
After Ray's phone call, I started my search on Craigslist for a chick with a
dick. I found several and sent them all an e-mail. The next day, I received an
e-mail from Crystal, a thirty-five-year-old transvestite with silicone breasts.
Crystal lived about thirty miles from the town I was living in. Crystal provided
her phone number to call confirming our meeting arrangements. When I called her,
it rang six times, and I wondered if I had the correct phone number. Finally,
when someone answered the phone, I said, "Crystal, Roger."
Crystal answered in a low, soft whisper, "Oh, hi sweetie; I'm Crystal, so nice
of you to call."
I did not want to catch her at a bad time, so I asked, "Crystal, is this a
good time to talk?"
Crystal replied, "Sure Roger; I just got out of bed and fixing my first cup of
The conversation was going as planned, I continued, "So, are you OK meeting Ray
and me on Friday night?"
Crystal stretching her words, "Oh yes sweetie; I have two holes that loved to be
I was beginning to be excited about having a threesome with Ray and Crystal,
but needed to check, not sure how to ask I blurted, "Crystal, I have to ask. Do
you charge when you meet someone?"
Crystal replied, "Oh no sweetie; I am always free."
I replied, "Great Crystal, Ray and I are not looking for a professional, just
someone who likes to meet men and have fun."
"I love to have fun, and with the two of you, there are more possibilities. I am
versatile. Why don't you two meet me at my place, where I have my things?"
Crystal said with a playful sound in her voice. Crystal continues, "Now Ray is
the straight guy who wants to fuck me and you are a bottom which likes to give
oral? Crystal continues by asking, is it OK for me to top you?"
I responded, "Yes that sums it up, and I also like to give oral."
The meeting was set for seven PM at Crystal's house on Friday night. I sent Ray
a text message giving him Crystal's facts. 'Thirty-five TV, 40D, seven inches
cut, versatile.' Crystal provided a photograph that showed that she had large
silicone boobs and a male member, a chick with something extra. Ray was all
excited about meeting Crystal. The plan to meet as threesome was set.
On the Thursday evening, Ray calls me saying, "Roger, bad news my meeting has
been canceled. I will not be arriving until Monday."
I said, "No problem Ray, I will reschedule."
I called Crystal to update her on the change of Ray's arrival date. She
apologized, but she was going to be out of town on Monday and could not change
her plans. I called Ray back and I told him, "Ray; Crystal will be out of town
on Monday night. She cannot change her plans. Looks like it is going to have to
be, you and I"
Ray, in an upset and loud voice, said, "Roger, you will have to find another,
Taken aback from his outburst and demand, I said, "I have tried, there are
none available. I did find one, but she wants two hundred dollars an hour.
Ray retorted, "I am not paying for anyone's service; I want to meet a cock
sucking she-male slut, or cross-dresser will do."
I apologized for not being able to meet his needs, "I have looked on Squirt
and on Craigslist, and I'm telling you on short notice, I can't find someone." I
started to be perturbed with his demand and in frustration I said, "Look, what
you want me to do, wear pantyhose for you?"
Ray paused, with a devilish sound in his voice he said, "Yeah, you do that, you
dress up for me."
I was jesting, was not inclined to play dress up for anyone, not even Ray. I
tried to talk my way out of his demands, by offering an excuse, "What, are you
kidding, right? I have never dressed, ever. You have to be crazy to want to see
me in pantyhose. Ray, I don't have any pantyhose to wear."
Ray insisted, "Well, go out and buy some pantyhose. While you are at it, get
a matching bra and panty set. Make it something sexy."
I continued to offer every objection not to dress, but Ray continued to press
the demand. Resigned by his persistence, I agreed, "Well all right; I will find
pantyhose, panties, and a bra. I am not going to buy a wig and a dress, or wear
My agreement to play dress up for Ray excited him about our meeting. Ray urged
me on by saying, "Yeah that will be fine; I want to feel nylon stockings rubbing
on my legs." Ray agreed I would wear pantyhose and anything else I could find on
short notice. I would meet him at his hotel room Monday night at seven PM.
I went to Walmart that Saturday. Walking around the woman's department,
spying at the panties and bras' sets from a distant, my heart was pounding. I
felt self-conscious about the thought of buying woman’s clothes. Someone from
work or my church might see me with large woman garments when they know my wife
is small. I knew that husband's shop for their wives, so why would anyone notice
or care what I was buying.
Embarrassed, I walked down the panty display, grabbed a red lace ruffle panty
with matching bra. Next, I walk to the stockings and selected several pantyhose;
I made sure they were large. I raced to the automatic checkout; I did want a
cashier to remark what I was buying. Quickly, I left the store. Five minutes
later, I could still feel my heart pounding. I had an Adrenalin rush caused by
buying woman garments as directed by a stranger named Ray.
In my e-mails and chats with Ray, we talked about me giving him blowjob while
I was dressed in pantyhose, panties and a bra. Ray called them sissy clothes.
The date, time was set, and everything confirmed; I would wear the pantyhose,
panties and bra. I would rub my nylon-clad legs against Ray's legs, and Ray
would get hard. I would perform fellatio for him, and we would both be happy.
Ray arrived on Monday and attended his business meeting. I got a call from
him about six PM, Ray questioned, "Are you ready?"
I replied with an excited voice, "Sure, I'm ready to meet you and can be there
Ray continued, "Do you have sissy things on now?"
I responded with sound of humiliation in my voice, "No; I was going to get
dressed at your motel room."
Ray shot back quickly, "No-good. I want you to arrive with your wear your sissy
I tried to offer my objection by saying, "No way; I do not want anyone to know."
Ray in a convincing voice, saying, "Who is to know, wear your stockings,
panties and bra on, then your pants and shirt; no one will notice." Ray says, "I
want you to arrive with wearing your sissy things. No sissy things, I will
cancel our meeting."
I did not want to disappoint him, I reluctantly said, "OK I will. I will do as
you ask. It should not take me long to get them things on."
Now Ray ordered me, "When you arrive, the door will be open, you knock, and I
will go into the bathroom, you enter and remove your shirt and pants. When I
walk out I want to see you in pantyhose, panties and bra."
Submissively, I responded, "Ok; I'll be there at seven."
I got naked and took the pantyhose out of the package. The package said they
were large, but looked small. I looked if there was a front or back. I could not
tell. I looked for instruction, there was none. The pantyhose were black and
sheer. I asked myself, how do you wear pantyhose, one leg at a time? I had to
roll up the leg, slide my foot into the tip, then pull and unroll the stocking
to the knee. I did the same for the other leg, I stood, pulled on each side so
the pantyhose and covered my butt to the waist. I smoothed out any wrinkles in
the stockings; I looked at my stocking covered legs. I commented to myself; I
had pleasurable and womanly shaped legs. I shaved my legs so to look more
feminine for Ray.
I put the panties on first then the bra. Ouch, the Bra was unyielding. I
bought a large, but the straps pressed into my skin restricting. The bra around
my chest restricted my ability to take a deep breath. I covered up my sissy
things with my pants, shirt and shoes. I drove to Ray's hotel dressed in woman
underwear and had the filling others watching. I prayed not to have an accident
or pulled over by the police. You could not tell I was wearing pantyhose, panty,
and a bra. Nevertheless, I was self-conscious about my sissy condition.
I did not want to be late, and arrived at Ray's motel before the scheduled
time. I sat in my car, feeling how smooth and silky the pantyhose were against
my shaven legs. The bra was still tight and restricting my breathing, or maybe I
was excited about being dressed.
At seven o' clock, I arrived at Ray's motel room door. I knocked on the door; I
heard an answer, "Come in." Pushing on the door, I found it unlocked. Once I
entered the motel room, I closed the door behind me. As instructed, I took off
my shirt, pants and shoes to reveal my male body wearing black sheer pantyhose,
red ruffle panties and a red under wire bra. I do not have big breast, but the
bra did giving the appearance that I had small breasts.
A stranger appears out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped roughly around
his waist. He said, "Well helloooo, I am Ray."
We shook hands; I replied and said, "Roger."
I lifted my arms, and twirled, so he could see all of me. He sat on the bed
and asked me to stand in front of him. The pantyhose were sheer and black, but
you could see my moderate erection bulging off to one side. He undid the towel
exposing his genitals. His cock was limp. He turned me around, so I was facing
away from him. He pulled on my hips causing me to sit on his lap.
I was in the typical lap-dancing position; my butt was hovering above his
crotch. Moving my butt in circles, I pretended to grind his package with my
cheeks. I changed the pace. I switched to a revolving motion; I was simulating
riding him in reverse cowgirl position. Looking back at Ray as I grinded against
his body, I could see the grin on his face become a smile. Sitting for full-body
contact, wiggling my bottom on his legs, and rocking back and forth on his male
member caused Ray to be aroused. The contact between my pantyhose and his flesh
did not take long to awaken his hardness between my legs.
I continued to rub my bottom on his erection while he felt my breasts and
slipped his hands into the bra from the top to play with my nipples. He got my
nipples erect; I got his limp member erect.
He told me to sprawl on the bed on my hands and knees facing him. I did as
ordered. I saw his erection for the first time and could see a cut phallic about
six inches. He stood in front of me, placed his hands on each side of my head,
pulled my head forward and down, directed me to give him oral. I opened my
mouth; accepted his hardness into my warm wet mouth. I heard him moan and tell
me how that feels good. He kept his hands on my head moving his hips up into my
mouth, using his hands to restrict my moving.
Ray used my mouth for his pleasure for a few minutes, he stops and ordered me
to stand. He slid my panties down to my ankles. He turned me around, forced me
onto the bed, so my knees were on the edge, my hands starched in front; I am in
the doggy position. He rubs his cock along my crack and tries to rip the
pantyhose, but no luck. Ray rips hole in the pantyhose at a location in line
with my anus. I did not expect to receive anal intercourse that night; I was
only hoping for oral.
As he rubbed his erection on my pantyhose, aroused, he grabbed my hips and
dry humped me. Ray forced me on my elbows, pulled my hips up. He positioned
himself with his cock aimed at the hole in my pantyhose. He slides his cock
through the pantyhose and touches my rosebud. I have had been anal a few times,
and I know I need to relax and let him do what he was going to do.
I needed to relax for his shaft and gland head to slip pass my anal sphincter
muscle. I relaxed more with Ray being able to insert his erection halfway into
my man-cunt. I was tight and there was no lube; I had to reach behind me and
spread my cheeks. With a last push, he was all the way in. Ray started to thrust
in deep then slowly withdrawal.
He grabbed my bra began to squeeze, pinching my nipple at the same time. I
tighten on his member inside me, gave him pleasure. The speed picked up; the
thrusts were deeper, and each time I cried a moan of pleasure. Ray held my hips,
so I could not move, and he climaxed was way up inside me. Everything happened
so fast that I did not realize Ray did not wear a condom.
I collapse on my side, Ray rolling with me, his manhood still inside me. We
lie there for a few minutes, when his relaxed cock slipped out of my now
dripping wet anus. He patted me on my butt and said I was hot in pantyhose. He
started to dress, mentioning that he had nothing to eat. He told me to stay
dressed. I went to the bathroom to go clean up. I kept the stocking on, put the
panties back on and wore the bra; I was dressed as a sissy under and a guy’s
We drove to a restaurant with my sissy thing under my clothes. We had a pre
dinner drink, another dinner drink during dinner, and an after-dinner drink. Ray
made comments about being able to see my red bra through my shirt, and the man
at the bar was looking at me. Ray was joking, but I still felt humiliated and
self-conscious about being dressed. Ray would say I was dressed in sissy
clothes, and that it suited me. During dinner, Ray went on how sexy I was; he
said I was an enjoyable lay.
After dinner, I was thinking I would go home, but Ray asked, "Do you want to
come back to the motel room?"
Well, the story continues; we returned to the room; we did what we did
before. I fell asleep and may be I felt Ray in me one more time, or it might
have been a dream. The next morning Ray woke me with his morning woody; he used
me again. I left the motel tardily in the morning, went to my place, cleaned up,
and was two hours late arriving at work.
I received a text message from Ray, I have extended my stay another night, I
want to meet you tonight.
I sent a text message back; sure, what do you want me to wear for you this time?
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