Finding A Well Hung Girl

As Bobby approached the three stairs leading into the club, he thought his heart would leap out of his chest. It was pounding furiously with
nervous adrenline, so much so that he could feel his hands shaking. He briefly thought about his wife and kids for a split second, and then with a "Fuck it", walked through the door. The music now pounded louder than his heart. This was a long time coming. So much planning. So much deception. So much gathering of courage, if that's what you want to call it. Bobby had thought and fantasized about this moment for the last year and a half. Countless hours of late night masturbating at the computer. Researching, planning, plotting. How would he make the excuse
to get away from home? He was nearly 75 miles from his suburban home, his wife, kids, neighbors, church, the whole nine yards. And for what?

The mere Possibility to go home with a transsexual. It was that powerful a call. An obsession he dealt with for a long time. And now!
he was trying to make it a reality. He'd been on the computer sifting through all the dot-coms, been to personal sites from real TS's. The
best free material he had found was in the Yahoo clubs and groups. For free he could rendevous at night, after everyone was in bed, with his
dream girls. He'd gone into the chat rooms several times, but it was dissappointing. Nobody ever wanted to Cyber with him. It was mostly "girl talk". He did learn one thing however; nobody had a name for his desires. He wasn't gay by any means. The thought of being with another man just did not turn him on. He didn't really want to dress up. Oh, he tried on his wife's stockings once or twice(after she had thrown them out and he slyly picked them out of the trash), but it wasn't something he wanted to do a lot. Even Transvetites didn't really push his buttons.

Okay, so one or two looked good enough that he shot his load over, but his real desires lay somewhere else. What was it he craved? Who wa!
s the one he needed? What caused the yearning in his very soul to make him be here at this moment? He wanted "girl-cock". What?! Yes, he
wanted cock, but not a guy's. It had to be a beautiful, femenine, totally female, woman with a cock. He wanted a beautiful face, beautiful hair,
nice ass and legs, and at least some breasts. At least a mouthful, he thought. Oh, and a nice cock. Not one of those huge 10 plus inchers, but
actually, the smaller ones seemed to turn him on more. "It probably won't hurt as much", he had thought many times. He had never felt another
cock besides his own, but he sure was ready for one now. He wanted to touch it, feel it grow, slide his hands over it, and take in the scent.
He wanted to lick it and slip his sopping wet lips around the head and down the shaft, sucking it into his mouth. He wanted to feel the
stiffened skin slide in and out of his mouth while his hands explored her beautiful balls. He wanted to work a finger into her trans-pussy as s!
he shot a load (his first ever load) of sweet creamy semen into his sucking mouth. He wanted to fuck her in all kinds of positions, and do all
kinds of kinky dirty things. Things that a regular girl wouldn't understand. He wanted to feel her cock press slowly into his wet lubed ass as their eyes met, and her hand moved to stroke his cock as he was fucked on his back for the very first time. He wanted to feel his ass tighten around her cock as his sperm shot wherever she aimed it. Maybe back into his own mouth. He wanted to be taken by her, ravaged by her, and ravage her as well. But this was all what could be. What he wanted to be.

So he took a deep breath and headed for the bar. (To be continued)