The thought of whether I would get to fuck Luther was on my mind all week. I imagined my enormous penis going inside him. It gave me wet dreams, and I masturbated over my thoughts.
I met with Luther again the following Saturday, and we got straight down to business. Into the bedroom, we kissed and I stroked his hardness through the thin material of his shorts. Tops came off and I kissed my way down his body, until I was sat on the bed. Thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, I eased them down. He was wearing white jockstrap and a damp patch had appeared in the front. He asked me not to take them off, as he wanted me to fuck him with them still on. I turned him round, told him to put his hands on his knees, and I rimmed him. He sighed. He turned back round, knelt, and gave me head, (well, as best he could). We climbed on the bed and carried on, with me shuffling down the bed to give him a blow job. It proved to be too much for him, and he shot his load. "No worries, we have plenty of time, you'll soon be ready to go once more." We went back into the living room for coffee, my balls now aching for release. Half an hour later his erection has returned, so we went back to the bedroom for a second attempt. After kissing and groping, he produced his dildo, "Start with this, then I want to try your huge member." He held his legs by the knees, I lube the plastic cock and his hole, and fucked him with it, turning on the vibrator. Fearing he would orgasm, I told him that it was time to try and take my cock. "Get on all fours", I told him. I knelt behind him and used the vibrator on him, then put it in with a finger, then two. He murmured and I knew he was ready to take me. Lube on his ring, more lube and spit on my cock, I held my tool against his hole and pushed. My tip slipped inside, "Fucking hell, you cunt!" More lube and saliva, I had another go. It worked, and I was inside him. He groaned as I edged all the way in. Checking underneath, I was pleased to feel that he had maintained his erection, it was even leaking. "Okay?" He nodded, though I couldn't see his tears. Ten inches came out, more spit and I slid back in. This time I went in to the hilt, and began to pump, using all of my considerable length. Trying not to hurt him, I took things slowly, adding more spit. Faster now, he shot cum onto the duvet, and I'm banging him hard. I felt my climax approaching, "On your back, or inside?" Before he could answer, my spunk was flowing into him. It had taken a month, I finally had my man. I went round on Sunday. This time he was much more receptive. He was wearing a black leather waistcoat and a short kilt, under which were ladies silk panties, with his cock and bollocks out of the leg hole . He wanted to be shagged fully clothed. 'Whatever', I thought. He also wanted to be fucked on the living room carpet. He had put the lube in the fireplace. The furniture had been pushed back to make room. We got on the floor. If he wasn't undressing, neither was I, I unzipped and pulled my dick through my flies. We snogged, I pulled the gusset of his panties to one side and finger fucked him. Having him clothed made life more difficult, but if that's the way he wants, who am I to refuse? I lubed us up. With Luther on his back, I mounted him missionary style, my large appendage pushing past his knickers. We kissed and fucked at the same time. I knew that I couldn't last very long with the elastic of his panties rubbing against me. "Toss yourself, this won't take long." I'd never seen him cum so much, or anyone else for that matter. I decided to pull out and toss myself over his face, porn star style. I too shot more than normal.
Recovering afterwards, Luther said, "Thanks for suffering my little fetish, oh, and by the way, I have a friend, Ross, who I think you would find 'interesting'. I have already been there, good shag, I'll send you his number."
True to his word, I received a text with Ross's number, together with a picture of him in his boxers. I thought it strange that there was no discernable bulge. He was however, quite a looker. I had a wank whilst looking at him. Ross had an apartment not far from Luther. It was immaculate, if a little feminine for my liking. Ross himself was charming. Black, curly locks fell in ringlets over his forehead and he had a radiant smile. I kicked off my shoes in the hallway, we kissed, and he showed me through to the lounge. More kissing, I felt for his knob, but it wasn't there. He dropped my jeans and his eyes lit up, "Fuck me, Luther wasn't lying, fucking enormous.". He knelt and gave me head and I shuffled out of my jeans. "Come on, I need you in bed." The bedroom had a pink fluffy rug, and there were photos of well known gay celebrities on the wall. I was now naked, Ross still fully clothed. I undressed him. I kissed his neck, on down to his nipples. Sitting on the bed, I lowered his grey sweatpants. I wasn't surprised to see frilly knickers, but still no cock in sight. I lowered his knickers, only to see a fanny where the penis should be. He them confessed that he was an FTM (Female to male) born with a vagina instead of a cock. I found it both sexy and fascinating. On the bed I buried my head in his pussy, it was exactly the same as a girl's. I had to ask him, "Do you want my cock in your fanny or your ass?" "Both, cunt first." Ross lay on his back with his legs spread. I fingered him and ate his pussy, teasing his clitoris. "Fuck me", he pleaded, "I need your big cock, no one else, apart from Luther will have me." I mounted him, the first time I'd been inside a vagina since my ill fated attempts months ago. It went in easily, cunts are very adaptable. We kissed and fucked, while Ross frigged himself. "I'm nearly there", Ross said, and frigged himself harder. His cheeks turned red as he climaxed. "Wow, super, thank you. Now my ass." He turned onto all fours and I rimmed him. He produced some lube. I didn't need it on myself, my cock had fanny juice all over it. "Please be gentle. I've only had Luther recently, with his little dick. '7" isn't little'. I thought. Nevertheless I did play it cool, probing his bum and playing with his ring. "Now!" I held his hips and pushed. A squeal of delight, and I was inside. "Okay, go for it, bang me hard." So I did just that. He screamed and yelled as I plowed him. "I'm gonna cum again." and with that, he erupted. Three or four more thrusts and Ross had been bred.
Afterwards, Ross said, "Please don't go telling people about me. It's hard to live with this condition, and I'd rather keep it a secret." "I'm yours, whenever you want me."
As I drove home, I mused over what had been a fun time, and how sometimes things aren't what they seem.
