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davudmagomedov I hadn't been on testosterone for more than a couple of weeks when I could feel that my *** - though you might call it a *** - had begun to grow. Fast forward two years and, wow, had things changed. Not only was it a lot bigger, though of course not as big as I'd like, but it did get nice and hard and was huge compared to the little button it had been. Little was better than stroking my hard *** while my *** oozed warm juice. Indeed, a lot had changed over the past two years. Having lived as a *** for twenty years, imagine my surprise when I found myself lusting for ***. Not my ***, but a nice long, hard cismale ***. Before coming out as a *** I had slept with more than a few guys, mostly quite well-endowed. I loved sucking *** and having it pound my ***. Back then anal wasn't a "thing" and none of the guys I'd been with had ever dared suggest it. But, now, oh, did I want a *** up my ass. I found myself traveling in Europe, France to be exact. I thought I'd start my adventure by looking for someone who performed tantric massage. I wanted the person to be male. But, they needed to be okay with a transman. Check. Then, I had to figure out what their parameters for service might be. That was a bit more awkward. Nobody sensible, of course, would put it in writing. So, I booked my appointment and off I went - not really knowing what would take place. After some small talk and tea, we removed our clothes... and I laid eyes on my first "live" *** in decades. Well, not counting the spa. He began with warm oil on my back, slowly but firmly massaging my shoulders, my arms, and my back. He worked his way south. As the warm oil dripped past my anus, I was more aroused than I had been in years. But, I didn't know what was appropriate. He continued, massaging my legs, my feet, and working his way back up. I knew that "mutual touch" was acceptable. So, when the placement was right, I held his ***, feeling it grow stiff in my hand. At that point I wanted nothing more than to take the entire thing in my mouth. Yes, I was always good at that. And, I loved it. Anyway, I let him continue. Eventually, he began to massage the outer lips of my ***. The warm oil and his deft fingers worked magic, particularly as he began to work his fingers in and out. I'm not kidding when I say I practically lost consciousness. He fucked my *** with his hand and my mind exploded. But, I still wanted him to *** me with his ***. In particular, I wanted him to *** my ass. I let him continue. Then, meekly, I asked, "What are your limits?" He said - yes, he spoke English - "Whatever you wish." I raised my ass slightly and said, "Please." He worked more oil around my ass and at the puckered opening. Then, he slid a finger in slowly, but not far. I was losing my mind. I pushed back. He added a second finger. For someone who does not have a prostate gland, I couldn't believe the degree to which I was close to exploding. I finally worked up the courage. I said it. "*** me. Please. *** me in my ass." We had talked about him being on PrEP so I worked at throwing any cares aside. I stroked his ***, feeling it grow harder. We were already on a futon on the floor, not a massage table, so that wasn't an issue. I was face down with my legs spread. Then, I felt it. His fingers were working me a bit more. Then, I felt the tip of his *** press against me. Slowly, but firmly, he entered me. My *** was hard, my *** was wet, my ass - or what I like to think of as my man-*** - was welcoming. He started working his *** in, then out, in, then out. Harder. Faster. At that moment I wanted little more than double penetration. I wanted a *** in my *** and his in my ass. Alas, it was just the two of us. He pumped harder. I was sweating and trying not to scream. There had been no pain. My years of work with dildos and butt-plugs had prepared me. I wanted to scream with pleasure. I came with a ferociousness I'd never known. He continued, fucking me hard. I think my brain short-circuited. Suddenly, he drove his *** into me, his pubes against my ass, his long ball sac slapping my ***. And, he came. What seemed like buckets of sweet *** juice filled my ass. I slowed the pace, pumping me until he withered and withdrew. I reached down, pumping my own *** as it, too, withered. At that point we were both, it seemed wilted. But, I had to have that *** in my ***, too. So, I turned over, moved a bit, and took it in my mouth. Once hard, he was going to *** me again. He had no choice. analpornvideos.xxx
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