I will always have a love for woman. I love the way a woman’s pussy feels, tastes. The sensuality that women have will always be something I lust for. But when I was 12, I first dreamed of another man’s penis. It was confusing. I really didn’t lust after men, but I guess since the fact that I spent so much time playing with a cock (mine), my curiosity was there.

I was also 12 years old when I first tried on women’s underwear. I knew what I was doing was wrong. Maybe it was lack of self-esteem or love, I don’t know. The silk against my penis was something I loved. The fact that it was considered “wrong” played havoc with my need to rebel and go against the rules.

Years later my need to suck cock was something I wanted to express. I’d been with quite a few women, but the urge was still there. As I got older, I let go of my inhibitions and decided to express this urge. I tried the “hole in the wall” thing. It was okay, but unfulfilling. I got online one day, and saw this man. He had quite a large penis, of course. Have you ever heard of a fantasy where the guy has a small cock? We messaged back and forth. I told him of my fantasy to be with a man, and my wanting to cross dress.

“I think I can help,” he said. “Meet me at the Motel on Telegraph Road, Saturday Night”

I got dressed up and drove over to the motel. I was nervous, almost shaking. I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said.

I walk in and take my coat off. He looks me up and down.

“Very nice,” he said as he started to rub my chest and thighs.

Truth is, he wasn’t much to look at. Balding, 30 pounds overweight. But the thing I couldn’t take my eyes off of was the bulge in his pants. His cock seemed like it’s begging to come out of his pants. I decided to let go of my inhibitions completely. The only thing I wanted was to feel his huge prick in my mouth. My cock was now fully aroused. He started to take my shirt off, my shoes, my pants. I was now completely nude in front of him.

I started to try and take his pants off.

“Wait a minute,” he smiles and said.

He walked over to the stand and grabbed a small bag.

“Go into the bathroom,” he said as he handed me the bag.

I walked into the bathroom and opened the bag. In it was a silk, pink baby doll with matching panties. It had been a while since I’d worn women’s underwear. I put them on really fast. I looked ridiculous. My body was very muscular; working out five times a week will do that. But the way it felt… the silk against my cock and ass… I felt so effeminate, but so sexy. I felt like I was free, I modeled in the mirror. I didn’t touch my cock for I knew I would explode. I was ready to be his.

I walked out of the bathroom. He looked excited. He didn’t say anything. He walked over to me. He put his hands on my shoulders and lowered me onto my knees. He pulled out a blindfold and