Recently I was seated next to a group of people and they were having a serious discussion about people being Gay. Some of the people believed that a person was destined to be Gay from birth, others thought it was the way they were raised.

I sat there far longer than I had intended because that topic had been on my mind for many years as well. I listened to everyone's opinion and bantering back and forth and the small arguments that actually reared up between them. At some point they finished their coffee's and went on their way, leaving me sitting there still wondering about myself.

From an early age I would sneak into my Mom's bedroom and steal her panties and stockings. I eventually worked my way up to wearing her high heels and whatever else I could find. When I was about 12yo I became sexually aroused wearing those things, locking the bathroom door as I masturbated feverishly.

At 15yo I had a real girlfriend but we didn't have sex. I didn't need sex from her because I had another way of releasing my sexual tensions by dressing up anyway. I couldn't imagine sex with my girlfriend being better than that, that was my thought at the time.

I was 17yo the first time I had a sex with a girl. It was good but my orgasm didn't seem to be as intense as the way I usually found sexual release being dressed up in women's clothing and heels.

I graduated and got a good paying job that allowed me to have my own place the following year and I made the most of my privacy. Right away I ordered things off the internet, sexy high heels and boots, stockings and panties. Soon I was buying outfits and other things that I had secretly been wanting for years.

I maintained a relationship with my girlfriend, always having to hide my things whenever she came over to my apartment. We would have sex and after she would go home I would have to rush and get dressed up and have the orgasm I couldn't have with her.

My girlfriend went out of town one weekend and I was all dressed up and seated at my computer just looking for new things to buy. For whatever reason I decided to browse the internet Porn sites. When I saw the genre's of CD's and Tranny's I stopped right there.

By the time I had watched a few short video's my cock throbbed inside my panties. I not only watched the video's but I was focused on the large cut and uncut cocks. I watched them shoot their milky loads and became fixated.

The video's began to preview bdsm genre's and Gay Porn as well. I watched CD's, Gay's, Tranny's erupt, spewing their thick cum with their sex partner. Masturbation Video's appeared and men with thick fat cocks jerked off in various forms of dress, or with the aid of some type of sex toy shoved up their behind or stuffed into their hard cocks. I began to jerk off watching the video's, trying to time my sexual release along with their own.

When I had sex with my girlfriend I couldn't cum. My cock would be hard but I couldn't get to the point of release. We began to have other problems and eventually broke up. My next girl friend I told her I didn't cum much and she seemed happy not to have the mess to deal with so it worked well, I basically faked my orgasm.

Of course I would go home and change into my attire and heels and have a great orgasm while watching some CD, Tranny, or Gay guy jerk his cock until he came. Then one evening I was having dinner and wondered if I could take the next step? Since I enjoyed women very much, was I ready to go further than just jerking to cock video's?

The idea was now in my mind during my waking hours, what would it be like to actually touch another cock besides my own? A few weeks went by and I decided I just had to find out one way or the other.

I began to prowl Personal Sites, eventually posting of what I wanted. Replies came back in no time at all. Guys are more open and cock pics came flooding into my email daily. One day I got an email from Jon, a married man that was a closet CD. He was rather large and his cock seemed massive in the picture.

We began a slow progression of emails, each of us spilling our guts to each other about our needs and wants. Since Jon was married he had to be very careful, and trying to hook up could be a problem. A few weeks passed and Jon emailed me saying the upcoming Saturday would be on if I was free.

Jon arrived just as he said he would. A rather large man but not fat and once dressed, his thick cock bulged inside the sheer black panties he wore. Soon we were facing each other in our attire and heels, it was now or never.

I reached under his frilly skirt and felt the thickness of his cock and squeezed it gently for a moment or two. Jon moaned softly as I pulled his cock from the material, it hung there between his stocking legs. I knelt down and took hold of it, slowly stroking his semi hard cock.

Instantly the thrill of feeling the blood rush into his cock, I could feel it growing almost at once in my hand. I began to jerk him a bit more, my hand wrapped around his growing cock sent chills through me. I knew almost at once that I was going to put his hardness into my mouth without hesitation, I knew deep down I was meant to have this.

We didn't have sex that evening but what we did have was erotic cock play until we could not hold back another moment. I stood before Jon in my heels, holding my own skirt up as Jon now held his thick cock in his own hand. My cock ached for release, I had been waiting for this moment forever it seemed.

John took his other hand and took hold of my throbbing cock and began to jerk himself off much faster. I watched his hand pumping himself, the precum I could see easily now. Jon made a sound, his hips suddenly thrust forward and the milky cum jetted out like a volcano erupting. I felt the liquid warmth on my hard cock, more splattered all over the front of my attire. I pushed my cock into the grasp of Jon's hand and I knew I was going to cum almost at once.

Jon had barely finished his release when I exploded. Just watching my cum coat his still hard cock made my orgasm even more intense if that was possible. I bit my lip hard to keep from shouting my pleasure at this very moment. Jon worked my cock until there was nothing left inside before he let go. Both of us standing there in our heels breathing hard as we touched cocks, the cum attaching to the tips and we both got a thrill from that as well.

Jon and I get together whenever possible, we haven't had sex and maybe we won't. The things we do is enough for us both right now to enjoy. Sometimes I think back to when I was Eight years old putting on my Mom's panties and stockings, I just knew that this was supposed to happen for me sometime.