Playing With Cum

Paul sat nude at the oak desk, sipping Chablis while re-reading Gwen's e-mail. He smiled as she related the most intimate and mundane aspects of her life and Paul hung on every word. His manhood twitched in anticipation of opening the six attachments, Gwen's P.S. had simply said: enjoy the glamour pics! Ha ha!

The lovely transsexual grinned coquettishly, a beige wet tee shirt clung to her petite body. Hair tousled, pert breasts and nipples clearly outlined. Paul stared into her inviting gaze and his warm balls rolled within the hairless sac.

Posing under an arbor laden with ivy, Gwen wore a cute, flowery summer dress. Another outside shot found his t-girl in a very short mini-skirt showing gorgeous tanned legs. Hair tied in a bun, Gwen appeared ready for work in a smart pleated skirt and ruffled, white blouse.

Paul's cock throbbed semi-erect viewing the next picture. By the fireplace in her spacious living room, Gwen posed submissively on hands and knees wearing only a black thong. Fleshy derriere raised high, the skimpy material wedged into her crack. Dainty wrists bound by a colorful scarf, Gwen's slim fingers grasped the bamboo cane. The voyeur drank in the implied scene of punishment forthcoming and lightly fingered the soft skin of his growing erection.

Saving the best for last seemed to be the trait of Paul's beautiful transsexual and the picture shocked him pleasantly. He gasped at the unabashed pose of his girl propped on one elbow, laying atop her satin quilted bed. Naked, except for the smoke nylons that highlighted Gwen's tender white thighs and red high heels, she stared back invitingly, mouth slightly parted. Her hair and makeup were perfect, although she didn't have a need for much. Pear shaped breasts hung, capped by those wonderful gold loop piercings. Centered between spread legs and capturing most of Paul's attention were Gwen's hairless genitals. Her cock stood erect, shaved balls encircled tightly with a thin chrome ring.

Paul's pulse increased at the sheer beauty and wanton look his t-girl provided. Blood coursed into his thickening penis and he stroked with delight. Paul dove into the magic monitor and kissed a cheek, telling her how pretty she was, how he had missed her. He fingered taut nipples and smoothed a path along her shapely hips. Gwen's legs were ultra smooth and warm to his touch. She whispered that she'd been masturbating, thinking of him. Paul caressed her feminine scrotum, quickly grasping the rigid stalk, feeling it pulse with urgency. He bent closer to mouth her pink shaft and suckle Gwen's spongy cap.

Hard as a rock, Paul's penis had grown to it's 8 inch height and he gazed down at the mushroom head, amazed at the effect this girl had, even in pictures. Paul felt safe with Gwen and desired her immensely. It was easy, almost natural to enter the delicate line of crossing genders. She had completed the circle of masculine/feminine passion.

Tearing open the foiled Trojan, Paul unrolled the rubbery sheath down, encompassing his erection, hissing with delight the second skin afforded. Narcissistically, he loved the fact he could see the minute printing on the condom's bottommost edge. Through the cloudy rubber, Paul could see the one thick blue vein. His palm moved the ribbed surface in a stroking motion, the unmistakable squelching noise of rubber so pleasing. The reservoir tip looked like a nipple that needed attention. He sighed.

Gazing into Gwen's alluring eyes, Paul memorized every facet of the scene and enlarged the picture. He focused on the head of her cock and sure enough, as he'd suspected, a clear droplet of pre-cum leaked. Oh dear, dear girl, the aroused man thought, what you do to me!

Paul had become fascinated with cum, especially since meeting Gwen and it was all her fault he smirked and deduced. Although he had male encounters in the past, Paul never thought of himself as homosexual and certainly didn't have any aversions to the gay lifestyle. Gwen was more his style and she had nudged him pleasantly in this new direction. His cock throbbed within the restricting condom remembering the sweet taste of her sperm. When she ejaculated into his mouth, Gwen's shrieks bounced off the walls but her load of cum was light, salty and easy to swallow.

Draining his glass, Paul clicked onto a favorite website for erotic literature. Logging into his account, he scrolled down through the listing of new stories and categories he enjoyed: lesbian, transsexuals