A Love Like Ours

Titus was touching me and I responded to his touch. I kissed him from head to toe, and paid close attention to his member. He was both long and thick, also all natural. Just like me. Uncut and fully loaded. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. Titus took me to high nirvana that night. he took me from behind, spreading my butt cheeks and sliding his hard cock into my back door. I felt his huge cock slide into me. He grabbed my hips and began pounding into me, hard and fast. I screamed as my wonderful lover fucked me. So this is what it felt like to have Titus's hard cock inside me. I loved it! I stroked my own cock as he fucked me. I came time and again that night, and I can't remember the last time I had more fun. I fell asleep in Titus's arms.

When I woke up the next morning, Titus was gone. I can't tell you how I felt. I had finally done it with the man I loved. And he had left the morning after! I put on my clothes and went to work. I work as a coach for a local soccer league. I like coaching young men and women about the wonderful game of soccer. At my job, nobody knew that I was a transsexual. I don't know why they would suspect. I had the face of a supermodel and the body of a female athlete. Oh, and I had a bubble butt that a certain Latin star in Hollywood would feel jealous of. In the eyes of the world, I was simply a tall, beautiful black female athlete. I don't go around telling people that I was a transsexual. They tend to look at me funny afterwards. Titus, along with my family members, were the only people who knew about me.

The following night, Titus came home. I was nervous when I saw him. I once had a relationship with a young man named Eric. He was a closeted bisexual black man I met at a football game. Eric had a wife and family, but he still liked what I could do for him. Eric loved having sex with me. We were very passionate. Unfortunately, he couldn't admit to himself that he was even remotely close to being queer. He considered himself to be a straight man with an occasional penchant for transsexuals such as myself. Never mind that he loved riding me and screamed louder than a banshee in my arms. We had a lot of fun together. Raunchy fun, I might add. Yeah, those were the days.