u/Spiritual-Rabbit1026

Sometimes I wonder what my ex would think if she saw me, naked, on my knees with another man’s thick hairy penis gliding in and out my mouth. My head eagerly and sensually bobbing up and down on the length of a cock far more impressive than that of her modest ex husband by every measure.

Would she laugh or be shocked at the feminine tenor of my moan as his cock, generously lubricated with spit glided across the hungry lips and tongue of the “man” she once kissed at the alter in front of all our friends and family. “What a faggot” she might think. There I’d be, no longer hiding and playing the straight husband, totally exposed both physically, emotionally, as a man sexually submitting to another man. As a legit and unrepentant cocksucker.

She would see and hear me gag as I tried to take him into my throat, see the tears in my eyes. She would hear this man tell her former husband “good boy” as I performed for him in the most sexually submissive and intimate way. She would witness me lick and suck another man’s balls, and work my way to his taint, maybe even tease his ass a little. The sounds of spit on flesh, the heavy breathing and soft words of a man and her ex husband engaged in the most intimate of sexual acts between two men.

I can’t imagine what she would think when I brought this man to climax, as ropes of another man’s seed filled her ex husband’s mouth, painted his face and dripped down his chin. Would she be shocked at the joy and contentment on my face as I fulfilled the role for which I had truly been placed on this earth? To sexually submit to and pleasure other men. It would definitely be a sight to see.

Sometimes I wonder what my ex would think if she saw me, dressed in the prettiest dress I own, on my knees with another man’s thick hairy penis gliding in and out of my mouth. My head eagerly and sensually bobbing up and down on the length of a cock far more impressive than that of her modest ex husband by every measure.

Would she laugh or be shocked at the feminine tenor of my moan as his cock, generously lubricated with spit glided across the hungry painted lips and tongue of the “man” she once kissed at the alter in front of all our friends and family. “What a faggot” she might think. There I’d be, no longer hiding and playing the straight husband, totally exposed both physically, emotionally, as a sissy girl sexually submitting to another man. As a legit and unrepentant cocksucker.

She would see and hear me gag as I tried to take him into my throat, see the tears in my eyes. She would hear this man tell her former husband “good girl” as I performed for him in the most sexually submissive and intimate way. She would witness me lick and suck another man’s balls, and work my way to his taint, maybe even tease his ass a little. The sounds of spit on flesh, the heavy breathing and soft words of a man and her ex husband engaged in the most intimate of sexual acts.

I can’t imagine what she would think when I brought this man to climax, as ropes of another man’s seed filled her ex husband’s mouth, painted his face and dripped down his chin. Would she be shocked at the joy and contentment on my face as I fulfilled the role for which I had truly been placed on this earth? To sexually submit to and pleasure other men. It would definitely be a sight to see.

Sometimes I wonder what my ex would think if she saw me, naked, on my knees with another man’s thick hairy penis gliding in and out my mouth. My head eagerly and sensually bobbing up and down on the length of a cock far more impressive than that of her modest ex husband by every measure.

Would she laugh or be shocked at the feminine tenor of my moan as his cock, generously lubricated with spit glided across the hungry lips and tongue of the “man” she once kissed at the alter in front of all our friends and family. “What a faggot” she might think. There I’d be, no longer hiding and playing the straight husband, totally exposed both physically, emotionally, as a man sexually submitting to another man. As a legit and unrepentant cocksucker.

She would see and hear me gag as I tried to take him into my throat, see the tears in my eyes. She would hear this man tell her former husband “good boy” as I performed for him in the most sexually submissive and intimate way. She would witness me lick and suck another man’s balls, and work my way to his taint, maybe even tease his ass a little. The sounds of spit on flesh, the heavy breathing and soft words of a man and her ex husband engaged in the most intimate of sexual acts between two men.

I can’t imagine what she would think when I brought this man to climax, as ropes of another man’s seed filled her ex husband’s mouth, painted his face and dripped down his chin. Would she be shocked at the joy and contentment on my face as I fulfilled the role for which I had truly been placed on this earth? To sexually submit to and pleasure other men. It would definitely be a sight to see.

Sometimes I wonder what my ex would think if she saw me, naked, on my knees with another man’s thick hairy penis gliding in and out my mouth. My head eagerly and sensually bobbing up and down on the length of a cock far more impressive than that of her modest ex husband by every measure.

Would she laugh or be shocked at the feminine tenor of my moan as his cock, generously lubricated with spit glided across the hungry lips and tongue of the “man” she once kissed at the alter in front of all our friends and family. “What a faggot” she might think. There I’d be, no longer hiding and playing the straight husband, totally exposed both physically, emotionally, as a man sexually submitting to another man. As a legit and unrepentant cocksucker.

She would see and hear me gag as I tried to take him into my throat, see the tears in my eyes. She would hear this man tell her former husband “good boy” as I performed for him in the most sexually submissive and intimate way. She would witness me lick and suck another man’s balls, and work my way to his taint, maybe even tease his ass a little. The sounds of spit on flesh, the heavy breathing and soft words of a man and her ex husband engaged in the most intimate of sexual acts between two men.

I can’t imagine what she would think when I brought this man to climax, as ropes of another man’s seed filled her ex husband’s mouth, painted his face and dripped down his chin. Would she be shocked at the joy and contentment on my face as I fulfilled the role for which I had truly been placed on this earth? To sexually submit to and pleasure other men. It would definitely be a sight to see.

Of all the sexual activities two people can participate in, for me personally there’s nothing more powerful and erotic that two men engaging oral sex. There’s just something about a man, willing and eager to put another man’s penis in his mouth that turns me on more than anything else. I think part of it is the abandonment of cultural norms and expectations on masculinity. If you think about how much pressure there is on men in our culture to look and behave certain ways, the man who sucks cock reject these expectations completely.

The man who sucks cock is there for the love of it. He loves the physical sensation of a penis in his mouth, the tastes and textures of another man’s manhood across his eager lips and tongue. He loves the feedback he gets, pleasuring another man in the most intimate of ways, the way the man responds physically, vocally. The verbal and nonverbal feedback of words, moans, and breathing, there’s no ambiguity in performing oral sex on a man. The feedback is instant and honest as his body responds to you.

He loves the psychological and emotional aspects of sucking cock. There’s a deep need to do this that he might not even fully understand. He craves it night and day. The sensation of letting go of all of the pressures and expectations the world has placed on him. Of being vulnerable and seen as cocksucker. A man willing to submit and perform for another man in a way many parts of society reject.

He’s man willing and eager to bring another man to orgasm with his mouth, lips, tongue and hands. He chooses how it ends, either by swallowing the man’s seed, allowing him to become a physical part of him or by letting the man to paint his face and body with cum, to be marked by him in the most submissive of way.

It’s the most intimate and powerful connection that two men can achieve. There’s beauty and acceptance on another level when a man sucks another man’s cock. Anyone else feel this way?

I know online shopping and Amazon have made it extremely easy to stay anonymous when buying girly stuff but I remember having to shop in the store, out in the open and having to face the store clerk as a young man with pile of the cutest, girliest panties and dresses a random Walmart off the interstate could offer! 😂

There was a rush to it. One interaction in particular stands out. I walked to to the checkout, I knew these clothes were for me, and judging by her smile the clerk absolutely knew they were for me as well. There was no judgement in it though, there was almost warmth. Like she knew the cute panties, and yellow sundress were for me by the nervous look on my face and she was telling me it was alright.

It was an almost a tender moment, to let the masculine mask slip a little and let another person see the girl underneath for just a brief moment.