u/Drinks2nite

We're going back a long while. This was 2008. I was/am a cisgendered straight man, kinky but predictable. Transgender people were not really on my mind. I wasn't grossed out, it had just never occurred to me to be attracted to anyone other than a cisgendered woman.

I went to a friend's party, mostly women there, a good chance to get wasted and to talk a girl into going home with you. There was this thick goddess, meaty thighs, plump breasts, tight jeans, grinding on the dance floor. I couldn't look away. I openly asked a ladyfriend who she was. She told me. She also informed me of what was going on anatomically. I raised my eyebrow. Honestly, it didn't put me off. It's like telling me there would be some garnish on my steak.

The bathroom situation was wild. It was an apartment, but the bathroom curved into a "u" shape. on the upper lefthand side of the curve was a bathtub/shower. On the right was the toilet. In the middle, in between both, was the sink. Generally, people were entering the entire room, locking the door, and using the toilet, though, because there were a lot of women, there wasn't a lock of knocking.

I decided to use the bathroom, keeping the door unlocked. When I finished, I went to wash my hands, but I took my time. I wanted to see if anyone would come into the bathroom, and we could share it. And then she came in. She approached the toilet and fiddled with her zipper as I rubbed my hands with the soap. "Honey, you may want to look away," she cautioned.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," I said.

"I don't know. I don't think you know what's going on down here," she cautioned.

"I think I have an idea," I said.

She tugged down her panties and sat on the toilet. Looking over to me, she said, "You sure about that?"

I said, "I'm guessing it's the same thing I have down there."

She squinted. "Show me." I walked forward, unzipped my pants, and rolled out my cock, dangling it onto my palm, semi-hard. She gazed at me. Then she said, "Come over here." I honored her request and stood over her as she sat on the toilet. She grabbed my cock and began to suck on me. "Is it okay if I have a cock?" she whispered cautiously. She wanted to be certain I knew what I was doing. I leaned forward, grabbed her dick and gave it a squeeze, as piss dangled from her tip.

She sucked on me long enough that people knocked. People had to use the bathroom. We cleaned up and went back into the party, dancing separately. It wasn't maybe fifteen minutes where we once again locked ourselves in the bathroom, taking turns sucking on each other. I had never done anything like that before. Cock was still disgusting to me. But girlcock tasted smaller, sweeter, more feminine. Juicier.

At one point, a mutual friend of ours couldn't hold her liquor. She took the friend by one hand, and me with the other. We went to the horsehoe-shaped bathroom together. The drunken ladyfriend was perched over the toilet, vomiting. And my new transgender loved tossed my drunk ass into the bathtub, clothed, like a slab of meat. She went over to the other side, and I could hear her counseling our friend, rubbing her back, soothing her as she wretched over the toilet. And then she came back to me, stood over the tub, unzipped, and shoved her cock into my mouth. "Just breathe slowly, count to five and then let go," she yelled over to the girl as she grabbed my head with two hands and pumped my mouth.

The night wound down, and she told me to go downstairs to the curb and wait for her. I went out to the NYC streets on a Saturday night at 2AM, waiting for twenty minutes until I fell asleep. I woke up pretty violently, shocked that I pretty much passed out on the curb. I went home alone.

The next day, I stayed home and thought about her. I couldn't get her off my mind. I touched myself while thinking of her. But I didn't think I could actually see someone like that again. After a few hours, I decided to call a friend who might know her...

I can go on if anyone likes.