Cock Sucking Epiphany
8 April 2008
“How long is it?” I asked.”Have you some ideas on what you want to do with that 10 inches?” Jacques inquired.”Oh shit” I muttered. I was really in it now. I hesitated but Jacques started whining about not having enough water so I peeled the tops of the stretchy shorts down over his ass. Jacques pushed his ass up in the air and helped with the front part of the shorts and then plunged back down onto the couch. He was naked now and I was still straddling him. I noticed that some of the oil had stained my stockings and I was worried about the dress.I thought about it and then lifted the dress over my head. I resumed rubbing his lower back and dribbled some oil on his ass. I put my hands on what were basically two large balls of muscle. Jacques didn’t have any hair on his body and I noticed how soft and smooth his skin felt. I quickly slid down to the backs of his thighs. They were just as muscular as his buttocks. As I worked the crease where his legs became his ass Jacques spread his legs and his scrotum spilled out in front of me. It was large and his balls hung loosely in it. I also noticed that the round hardness from which the scrotum hung was basically the butt of his dick. It was thick and impressive. I got away from it by moving down to his calves. It really didn’t matter though. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.”No way.” I almost hollared back at him.”Had your air conditioner on, huh?” Came from the walkway I had landed in front of.He sat down next to me on the couch. While I would have been content to get this over with as quickly as possible, Jacques was bubbling with curiosity. “Who does your make up if you don’t mind my asking?” Where do you shop? How long have you been dressing as a woman and what got you started?” The questions came at me a mile a minute. I could tell that Jacques was simply curious but I still had my legs crossed with my dress down as far as it would go. I could see him trying to sneak an eyeful of my legs and unfortunately for me the dress was loose but short.”Well you are going to have to walk home in those pretty high heel pumps. It seems such a shame to ruin them.” Jacques was gently caressing my crossed knee with his hand.”Big isn’t it?” I heard Jacques say through my trance.Yet as close as we had become I couldn’t bring myself to tell her my biggest secret. Whenever my girlfriend was out of town for any length of time I engaged in my favorite pastime. I was addicted to dressing as a woman. I would even be so bold as to take drives around town dressed up.
