The taste was foreign yet familiar, clean and earthy, the smell as hypnotic and unmistakable as I’d remembered from years ago when I was last between a woman’s legs.

Truth be told it’s been thirty years since I’d gone down on a vagina but it’d only been a few days since I’d been with a dude so this was new (but ‘not’) at the same time.

And as I licked and tongued his outer lips I could hear *Evan start to moan and thrash about in my bed so that was all the confirmation I needed that I’d not lost my ‘pussy-eating’ skills.

His was shaved clean so I could see the outer lips in all their pink glory and enjoy the juicy wetness.

One thing I noticed that was different (other than the fact that he’s a ‘transman’) was that Evan’s clitoris was not only engorged but it was ‘super-sized’, about the length and girth of a child’s thumb, and looked not unlike a very small, wet penis peeking out from his pussy lips.

He was using his fingers to pleasure himself but not like a woman would (by rubbing the clitoris) he wrapped his fingers around it and was stroking his clit up and down, furiously jerking off like any other ‘guy’ with a little dik would.

I first saw Evan on a popular hook-up website and after reading his profile I was intrigued enough to contact him then after chatting with him I found myself getting hard thinking of what it would be like to fuck a ‘transman’ so I invited him over to my place.

The next afternoon I opened my door to greet a short, hot, dark haired little guy with a neatly groomed beard wearing a motorcycle jacket over a tee shirt, jeans and boots; he looked up at me over his glasses with a sheepish smile as I said hello and gestured him inside.

“No need to sit,” I said to him before he could get comfortable in the living room.

“You’re not here to chat, follow me.”

I led him to my bedroom and sat in the wingback chair near the window across from the bed.

“Stand there,” I commanded, as l unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi-hard dik.

“Strip and crawl over here.”

* Not his real name