Perverts Progress. Part 6.
As promised.................... . Its a funny old world, as many on here will testify to. There is a great thrill to being involved in clandestine sexual meetings. An old friend of mine always said that anticipation was fifty percent of the pleasure and I do have to agree.
The next day after several delightful orgasms and ejaculations, I returned to Georges house. George was in the garden, and was wearing, his usual ladies slacks, and a chiffon blouse in cream. A closer inspection of the blouse, showed George to be wearing a satin cami-sole top underneath. I smiled and said hello. George smiled back and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he poured us both some tea and offered me a cigarette. He told me he wasnt sure that I would be back after the previous days disclosure. At this point I let it all out, I told him how I felt, and that he had become very much an object of my desire. At this point he leaned over me and kissed me firmly on the lips, his tongue, slipped into my mouth, and we remained locked together for what seemed to be an age. I was light headed and my erection was aching it was so hard. We seperated and I sank back into my chair, George just smiled at me. He told me that he knew how I felt and had been waiting for me to make a move, but was also aware that we lived in not the most liberated times. I told him I didnt care and that the ice had been broken and that was it. We kissed again and the earlier frenzy had gone and now it felt different, and very right. I moved behind him, and started to kiss his neck, my hands had moved onto his chest and I felt his nipples harden. George began to moan softly, I could feel my erection pressing into his bottom through our clothing. His hand slipped behind him, and grasped my bulge, I thought I would orgasm there and then. My hands slipped down below his waist and I felt his hard bulge, his very large bulge I should add. George, told me to wait................. . I got my breath back, and stood in front of him. In a very deft motion, George pulled down my zip and undid my trousers, dropped to his kness and took me firmly in his mouth. This was only the sort of thing I had read about, but was so desperate to experience. His lips were soft and his mouth so moist, it was like an electric current on my very hard shaft, I have to admit I didnt last for long, and George swallowed me, suckling me until every drop had gone. A wave of bliss swept over me. A perfect moment in time. George stood up and pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply. I could taste the saltiness in his mouth. He carresed my face with his hands, and held on to me very tightly. We eventually parted and sat down holding hands over the kitchen table. George told me all about himself, he was a transvestite and had been since a young man, he told me that he had a huge collection of clothing and magazines and some of the old super 8 projector films. Happy days, was my only thought. George asked what I did during the evenings, I told him, that occasional trips to the pub and the local dance were about the limits of my social life at the present, I did mention my trip to the local hotel and the bar frequented by gay men I did notice a wry smile when I mentioned this. I told George that I would be going to college in the Autumn, and would be home at weekends. George nodded and told me to bring what clothing I had to his, and that it could be kept there, he also told me to call around that evening, and that I wouldnt be disapointed......................... .He told me he was going out and would be back around six, gave me a peck on the lips, and shooed me into the garden. I went to the orchard and lit a cigarette and thought about what had happened, and then my thoughts returned to the evening.................... .
More to follow dear readers.
The next day after several delightful orgasms and ejaculations, I returned to Georges house. George was in the garden, and was wearing, his usual ladies slacks, and a chiffon blouse in cream. A closer inspection of the blouse, showed George to be wearing a satin cami-sole top underneath. I smiled and said hello. George smiled back and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he poured us both some tea and offered me a cigarette. He told me he wasnt sure that I would be back after the previous days disclosure. At this point I let it all out, I told him how I felt, and that he had become very much an object of my desire. At this point he leaned over me and kissed me firmly on the lips, his tongue, slipped into my mouth, and we remained locked together for what seemed to be an age. I was light headed and my erection was aching it was so hard. We seperated and I sank back into my chair, George just smiled at me. He told me that he knew how I felt and had been waiting for me to make a move, but was also aware that we lived in not the most liberated times. I told him I didnt care and that the ice had been broken and that was it. We kissed again and the earlier frenzy had gone and now it felt different, and very right. I moved behind him, and started to kiss his neck, my hands had moved onto his chest and I felt his nipples harden. George began to moan softly, I could feel my erection pressing into his bottom through our clothing. His hand slipped behind him, and grasped my bulge, I thought I would orgasm there and then. My hands slipped down below his waist and I felt his hard bulge, his very large bulge I should add. George, told me to wait................. . I got my breath back, and stood in front of him. In a very deft motion, George pulled down my zip and undid my trousers, dropped to his kness and took me firmly in his mouth. This was only the sort of thing I had read about, but was so desperate to experience. His lips were soft and his mouth so moist, it was like an electric current on my very hard shaft, I have to admit I didnt last for long, and George swallowed me, suckling me until every drop had gone. A wave of bliss swept over me. A perfect moment in time. George stood up and pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply. I could taste the saltiness in his mouth. He carresed my face with his hands, and held on to me very tightly. We eventually parted and sat down holding hands over the kitchen table. George told me all about himself, he was a transvestite and had been since a young man, he told me that he had a huge collection of clothing and magazines and some of the old super 8 projector films. Happy days, was my only thought. George asked what I did during the evenings, I told him, that occasional trips to the pub and the local dance were about the limits of my social life at the present, I did mention my trip to the local hotel and the bar frequented by gay men I did notice a wry smile when I mentioned this. I told George that I would be going to college in the Autumn, and would be home at weekends. George nodded and told me to bring what clothing I had to his, and that it could be kept there, he also told me to call around that evening, and that I wouldnt be disapointed......................... .He told me he was going out and would be back around six, gave me a peck on the lips, and shooed me into the garden. I went to the orchard and lit a cigarette and thought about what had happened, and then my thoughts returned to the evening.................... .
More to follow dear readers.
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