I don't know if my story is typical of other men that develop a curiosity involving homosexual acts. Mine seemed to grow from my addiction to pornography. I started out imagining that I was the guy in the movie getting blown. But Kitty Foxx made cocksucking look like a whole lot of fun, and it wasn't long before the movies that I watched went from mature ladies to bisexual threesomes, to transsexuals, and lastly to full-blown M2M. Every step of the way, I longed to be the slut giving the outstanding head. I wanted to be the cute cheerleader blowing a jock, the stepdaughter teasing daddy, or the cub nursing on the penis of a papa bear. I finally registered on a gay hookup site and made a friend. 

Dave wanted to get blown and I took on the task. Over time, I developed a great technique that left him totally drained and pleased as punch. I really enjoyed having him in my mouth and the loads he left deposited signified he liked being there. 

Dave's lunchtime visits went on for a few years. The fun was limited to oral with the occasional rim. He briefly brought up the topic of anal, but I quickly dismissed it. I was a blowjob sissy. And when he moved away, I started a long list of one-time hookups. None were as good as Dave, and all were strictly blowjobs - until I met Sanjay.

Sanjay and I exchanged a few messages on the hookup site before giving him directions to a meeting place around the block from my home. He followed me to the house, and we both had our pants off immediately. He was a smooth shaved Indian with a delicious brown complexion. Married and in his mid-forties, he was in decent shape. 

Sanjay took a seat on the sofa and I took a spot on the floor between his legs. I started by kissing and licking his tight nut sack. He let out a sigh of relaxation and his shaft began to expand and twitch as I caressed his thighs. Finally, I took him in my mouth and felt a surge of gay energy take over. The more I saw his stunning brown cock glistening with my saliva, the more feminine I felt. I wasn't just a guy blowing another guy. I was a sissy boi pleasing my man, and I would do anything to make his sexy penis happy. 

I played with myself as I worked Sanjay's stogie. Then he stood up, kneeled on the sofa, and stuck his ass in my face. It was smooth and hairless. I gave each cheek a big smooch before plunging my tongue into the hole in the center. I swirled and kissed his asshole as if my life depended on it. Stroking his hard prick with my left hand while I ate his asshole like a madman, I could feel my masculinity leave my body. 

When he sat back down, I realized how absolutely gorgeous this man was between the legs. His throbbing brown cock looked like a majestic redwood as he shoved it in my face. It was at that moment that I knew I wanted to take him in my ass. I throated him a few more times, then looked up at Sanjay. 

"I want you up my ass," I said in a low growl.

"Where's the bed?"

"Upstairs," I said and led the way. 

Prior to Sanjay, the largest thing ever in my rectum was the gloved and lubricated finger of a doctor. Seeing my lover slip a condom on his huge Indian cock had me wondering if I was ready to be fucked. It just seemed like it would be uncomfortable. But I needed to know if I was missing something in life. After all, I had tried cocksucking and loved it. 

I lay face down across the bed and spread my legs. I felt Sanjay kneel behind me and begin to rub his warm cock head up and down my ass crack. Again, I felt a surge of femininity overwhelm me as I braced myself to receive my man's gift.

When he began to push his way into me, I experienced a multitude of sensations starting in my sphincter and rippling out to my whole body and soul. It seemed like slow-motion as Sanjay inched his way deeper into my man-pussy. And every inch that I took was not only pain-free but exhilarating. I felt so completely under his control. I was his sissy, performing the sissiest act a sissy could do. When a guy is in my mouth I feel that I control the situation - even from my knees. But now, I was surrendering myself to an erect man.

Once I realized that I possessed the asshole of a faggot, I began to thrust my ass out in a rhythm that Sanjay joined in on. It was a thrill to find how beautiful it was to be a man's fuck toy. I was falling in love with being bred. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me.", I grunted as he laid pipe in my ass. 

When he broke the rhythm and banged me with some hard, deep shots, I knew he was nutting. He let out a soft squeal as he came, then collapsed on top of me. It was then that my manhood packed up and left town. I felt like a beautiful woman that had just pleased her gorgeous brown lover. 

I never saw him again, but I thank God I had him in me in every way.