When I saw that tranny picture for the first time, I realized that it was something that will change me. It really changed how I felt about my sexuality and it gave me something to fantasize about. I was never attracted to other men or their dicks, but girls with dicks..it was exotic and so hot!

I cut that tranny picture out of the magazine, and put it in my wallet. I was determined to find a tranny just like that and finally feel a dick in my mouth. It wasn’t too hard to find shemales. If nothing else, the magazines were full of ads and personals.

I rang up one of them and introduced myself. In just a couple of minutes I had a set up date with a tranny named Vanessa. I rented a hotel room and waited her there. She appeared wearing a short skirt and a top that didn’t really cover much. She was perfect.

I could see the bulge under her skirt and I was so eager to finally see that dick on a girl. As if she could hear my thoughts, Vanessa took my hand and placed it right on her dick. “Come on, boy, It ain’t gonna come out on itself.”

I pulled up her skirt and stared at a perfectly shaped, average sized, uncut dick. It was semi hard and I wanted to make it as hard as it can get. I took it in my hand and started kissing it from the top all the way to Vanessa’s stomach and it’s root, and all the way back.

I touched her balls and played with them for a while before starting to suck on that tranny cock. The smell of it alone made me horny as hell. The feeling of it growing in my mouth was amazing. It tasted salty and it tasted like olives.

Vanessa moaned and started moving her hips back and forth, jamming her cock into my mouth. I could feel the precum and I was excited! She cum into my mouth and I was ecstatic. I’ve finally tasted the tranny dick and I loved it! The feel, the taste, the cum – everything about it!

The only thing that was left for me to do was to try and repeat this amazing experience as many times as possible. And I have! I didn’t stop with the oral sex either. However, I still have that tranny picture in my wallet to remind me how it all started.