Clint Find his Way in Life

The divorce had been a brutal life sucking process for me. Ava and I had been in love, or at least I thought we were. We met the summer after we both graduated highschool. She was from a middle class family and I was on the lower end of the income scale, my family was somewhere bouncing back and forth between food stamps and living paycheck to paycheck. It was the best a single mother could do for her family, which included lonely old me.

Luck seemingly shined my direction when in a horrifying way just one week after I graduated. I met Ava who was a graduate from a school across town. With us both being freshly 18 and in our prime we jumped into the world of sex and did not look back. We had a great 2 weeks together, the sex was amazing for two recent virgins who did not really know anything else. Just like that, the honeymoon phase ended and we both knew it was over.

I prepared for the worst breakup but life had an even worse plan for my life. My mother who was my only person in this world was lost in a senseless alcohol fueled high speed chase. My world was crashing around me. Ava out of some sense of kindness that I would never see again, stuck with me, likely. I think it was out of pity. As the months of investigations and findings and court dates carried on Ava and I did eventually agree to break up.

On the very next day after the breakup some newspaper published an article that, looking back now made sense. This article was likely the driver in Ava and I getting back together. The article showed a slew of evidence about how the police department was at fault and a cover up had happened for the same reason. That combined with the new information that the driver at fault was now named and happened to be pretty much the wealthiest man in the city.

So Ava reached out and we made up, I wish I knew her intentions at the time but you love for her was blind. The court and bureaucracy of the legal system placed my settlement in a trust and I was allowed barely any to live off of. Ava wound up pregnant and hounded me weekly for marriage until I finally asked her for marriage. After the marriage our sex life slowed way down and she shifted had shifted from hounding me about marriage to nagging me about the trust. Our marriage lasted until our daughter was 5 and the trust became available.

That brings us to the divorce. She used every nasty move in the book to slander me. Alleged abuse, which was not true, infidelity, which was also not true, you name it she alleged it. I lost the entire trust to support her and my daughter. Don't get me wrong, I know I had obligations for my daughter, but I had never supported her more then the increasing debt we accrued each month due to her lavish lifestyle.

I did find out after the divorce that she had been dating a family law lawyer and had been for about two years unknown to me. He as not the lawyer she used, but he did give her a lot of unsavory guidance. The way I found out about her infidelity from a mutual friend who did not like me, but wanted to rub it in my face. So the whole divorce was guaranteed to be one sided based on her legal council and her boyfriends connections to the court.

What hurt the most was the custody arrangement. I had next to no visitation and even when I did it was limited and supervised because of the allegations she made up. Ava always cancelled last minute and within two years she used that against me as well and I lost all rights. I tired to reach out to Ava to work something out but I got hit with a restraining order.

My lawyer, if you could call him that documented everything, collected my payment and moved on to newer clients. With no money or options I debated many options for my next steps including ones not involving me altogether. I decided to just forget the world and hope that in the future my daughter would come looking and I could build a relationship when she was an adult, that is if she was not poisoned by her mother to think I was the anti-Christ.

So that is when I got a plot of land in a neighboring county that had 2 shipping containers on it and no neighbors as far as I could see. It was a super simple life, being 25 years old divorced man, this life was not where most young men my age would settle down to. I liked it though for me and for the quiet.

I had power installed, but planned to live off the grid as much as possible. I worked some laborer jobs for some contractors, picking and choosing the contractors with skills I needed for my plumbing, electrical, horticulture, carpentry etc. I refitted one storage container to a livable mini house and used the other one for storage.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately in the end, some rich guy bought the plot of land next to me right after I moved in and built a summer house. That construction job is was where I developed some of my useful skills and I was happy the house would be unoccupied most of the year. About two years into my new life I noticed a woman move in at a odd time of the year. She did come down and introduce herself as Mandy. Over the course of 3 months I learned that she was a recovering alcoholic and her uncle was letting her stay there as long as she was sober. That is what she told me initially, we became better friends, but not close. I later found out it was her sugar daddy and his wife was not happy about this set up.

She was not all that attractive but to each their own. She was recently divorced and her ex still had custody of their only child. Two months later she found out she was sick and she had her now 18 year old son move in with her. I never saw her after he moved in but I did see that she must have passed based on an ambulance I saw at the house and how it had no urgency to leave after arrival. It really was none of my business and that is why I wanted to live here, no drama.

A week later I had gone to town for some supplies and driving my truck home I saw the sheriff leaving the house where she had lived. I knew he was leaving that house and had not come out to mine because he had my number and when I rounded the last turn it was clear what had happened. The sheriff was an asshole and I knew that already but what I saw made my blood boil. The boy had been evicted and was standing by the mailbox on his phone, no doubt looking for information about his predicament. He had been evicted this late in the day and not even offered a ride to town, not that there was much there for him anyways. All of his mom's items and his were in a few boxes next to him and the mailbox.

I pulled up to talk to the boy. He was about my size, so a little on the smaller size. He had longer blonde hair that was maybe 3 inches long in total. I had never met him, but I asked him about it, "Hi. Are you Mandy's son?"

He nodded and I knew I should offer my condolences, "Sorry about your loss man, I knew your mom very little, but she seemed nice."

He said, "Well, thank you sir. Do you think I could place these boxes inside of your fence line while I go to town and see about what I need to do here. I don't want the owner to come and throw it in the trash or burn it."

I asked, "So the owner had you evicted after you mom passed huh?"

He replied, "Yes, I mean she did not really live here. I just need to figure this out though."

I got out and said, "I am Clint. What is your name anyways?"

He stuck his hand out to shake my hand, "Chris, it is nice to meet you Clint."

We shook hands and he seemed like a good kid so I offered him some help. I said, "Tell you what Chris, I will let you keep your things in my storage shed, I don't have much but there is room there. That way you do not have to worry about it tonight. As far as figuring something out, there is not even a motel in town, no taxi or bus station. I don't think you will be able to figure much out today. Why don't you come to my place, again, it is not much, but it is clean and I got a cot if you want to sleep on it tonight."

Chris's eyes lit up, "Really Sir? You would let me stay the night?"

I liked his enthusiasm, "Chris, it is not much, but it will put you in a better place until you figure out your plan. Come on, help me load these boxes in the truck."

After we got the boxes in the shed I showed Chris the cot and I made us a small meal.

After the meal I asked, "So Mandy told me, sorry I mean, well this is weird. I barely knew her, but you did."

He said, "Go ahead. I know she is not her. Honestly, she was my mom, but she was not always the best parent one could ask for."

I knew he was likely neglected or at least had grown up in a bad environment so I made sure to not try to get into that, "She told me you lived with your dad. Is that who you are going to live with now?"

Chris looked at his empty place and said seriously, "That is not an option, he is in prison now and not coming back. I am on my own and need to figure it out."

I said, "Well, I will help you tomorrow. I don't have much going on. I only need to plant a few beans in the garden."

Chris smiled and said, "Thank you so much Sir. You have been very nice to me."

I returned the smile and said, "No problem, now I need to get to sleep. I want to get up right before the sun so I can get planted before it gets too hot. Then I will help you try and figure this out."

The next morning I planted the beans, prepared the ground for the next crop I was planting. Fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. I went back inside and found him at the table on his phone looking stuff up. I helped him for about 2 hours, we had little luck emailing and calling about some support for a case like his. The state office that handles this type of help pretty much told us that since he did not have any kids he was on his own.

I was not going to kick him on the streets, I said, "Look, Chris, I know this is not ideal. I will not kick you out, but I don't have much room. You can stay until you find something, or get a job or help out here. I am sure you can make something of a plan after a while, bit don't sweat it too much today."

He said, "No, I can hitchhike to the city tomorrow. I can find a homeless shelter or mission or something. I won't put you out anymore."

I replied, "Look, that might work, but your mom's things, your things. You cannot take them and you will not get far in those places. The state lady pretty much said there is no support. I don't have any issue helping, that is if you don't mind living in a place like this. We could get a softer mattress than that the cot as well."

Chris said, "Seriously? It is not too much?"

I replied, "No, help out with the chores. Help me with a few two man projects that I have been putting off. It will be a welcome change for me."

That was the start of our friendship. He helped me complete some projects and we learned a lot about each other. I told him my story about my ex-wife and my daughter. How I would never be in a relationship again. He told me he also lost out on love as well when after he turned 18 he met a girl. He only dated the girl for a month, but he was so much in love. The girlfriend dumped him for another man with money. He had not even fucked her before that happened and he was still a virgin. He decided to not actively look for a new women and got into smoking weed with his dad's friend.

One day he was digging a hole, we were both shirtless because of the heat. I went to help him and every time he needed to get on his hands and knees I noticed his ass was looking kind of sexy. I disregarded the notion, but the thought persisted for a few days. I knew I should not think about him like that but I had to admit I might be attracted to him. At least lustfully attracted to his form and I did not know how to deal with it. I decided to accept it and I did enjoy him when he was not looking, but I did not know if I would ever act on it. I was super conflicted, I was not gay, but being without companionship was making me wonder if a gay act was wrong or right.

About a week later at night while we were talking on the back porch area about around 5 pm. We had finished for the day, we showered and ate already. Chris said, "Man, I like it here. I just with there were a woman around here to talk too."

I knew what he meant, I was getting horny, I had not beat off since he got here. I replied, "Yeah, I don't have interest in getting to know any woman ever again, but to use one, that would be nice."

He asked, "What do you normally do? I never seen any women coming over."

I thought this might be a chance to make a move, even though I had never actually intended too. I had never even thought I would make a move on another man. The fact that he was my friend at this point made the idea risky.

I said, "I usually jerk off to some porn, but with company. You know it has been pretty dry."

He must have felt bad and said, "Oh, man, sorry. I can leave for a bit if you need to take care of it."

I replied, "No, we are both adults. We have needs. I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, but I don't mind. Feel free to jerk off whenever, I won't mind. I would like to if you are ok with it."

Chris wondered and asked, "Wait, you mean you would seriously let me jerk off, like right here and now?"

I replied, "Yeah, I am not a prude, you feel free to do whatever. If you want we could do it together. I have never done it with another guy in the room before, but we could and I would even be willing to help. That is if you wanted too."

Chris was surprised but gave little in the way of rejecting the idea, "Wow, I mean. I have never done that before either, but I think that would be cool. Do you want me to help you too?"

I knew I had him now and this was everything I wanted for the past few days, would I be ok with it tomorrow? I said, "Sure. Do you want to go first? or do you want me to jerk you off first? No backing out once we start though."

Chris said, "I can't believe we are doing this. I have had some fantasies about this kind of thing. I will go first."

This was turning out better than I hoped. Chris got on his knees before me and I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my pants and boxers. I was semi hard and Chris just grabbed my cock and started jerking it harder with no resistance to the idea of this being a touch gay. I looked at him and he looked up and smiled. He did look sexy, even his young face. I had never thought of a man like this, but being horny was making me appreciate his soft and now sexy facial features.

He looked me in the eyes, locking his gaze to me as he continued stimulating me with his soft hands. He spoke, "Clint, I am not going to lie. I have been having thoughts about you lately that made me confront some notions about what is ok and what is not. I am glad you are allowing this. I wanted to do this for about two weeks now."

I thought, fuck, he was probably putting on a show trying to seduce me. I did not want to complain, this was going to be great. I even thought about how this was definitely gay and I did not care, I actually liked it and could allow so much more in the way of being gay with him,

I decided to put any notion of non lustful thoughts out of the way, after all he was into this just as much as me. I asked, "Chris, do you want to just go to my bed and get more comfortable?"

Chris replied, "Yes, lets go." We stood and I stepped out of my clothes and he saw me fully naked and decided to do the same. I watched him strip, loving seeing his skinny but toned body, his dick was hard and just as big as mine.

We went to my bed where I sat back against the headboard. He crawled onto the bed and immediately took our evening to the next level. He dove right in and swallowed as much of my cock as he could in his warm inviting mouth. I knew this was his first time sucking cock and it was about the third time I had ever had any mouth on my cock. Ava had done it twice during our first few weeks of dating, but that was it.

I placed my hand on the back of his head and guided him as I thought was appropriate while still being gentle. After a few minutes of sucking he pulled off and looked at me and said, "I hope you wanted something like this?"

I replied, "I was not expecting anything like this, but I am not going to complain. You are doing great Chris."

He said, "Good, I want to have you cum in my mouth if you want to."

He went back to sucking and about 10 minutes later I fulfilled his desire for me to breed his mouth and shot a huge load in his wet hole. He swallowed as best he could and after he was done he gently licked up the remnants of my love for his mouth from his lips and my cock.

When he was done he sat up and said, "Thanks, I really liked that. Next time you need that, let me know. I am more than willing to do it again."

I said, "Now, what about you Chris. Do you want me to go down on you too?"

He smiled and said, "Well, you don't have too do that. I was playing with myself while I sucked you off. I came at the same time if you did not notice. Sorry about your sheets."

I replied, "You were so good I missed it. Sorry, I was only paying attention to your mouth. Don't sweat the cum on the bed. I will clean it later. I was going to return the favor though."

He said, "Maybe later, if that is ok. I did enjoy sucking you off more than I probably should have."

I replied, "Sure, we can wait for now. Don't feel like enjoying that was more then should should have, I think it was great for me and it is ok to like what you did too. Do you want to come up here and rest?"

He came up to the head of my full bed and we rested naked together while talking about how we liked what we did and were not ashamed in our post nut realization of having committed such a gay act.

He asked, "So how far do you want to go. I mean if we do this again, just a blowjob, or more? I am ok with whatever you want. If you want to fuck me, or even have me fuck you."

I asked, "I know we were both just horny and I am ok with what happened. It does seems like you might be a little bit more curious than you led on. You can tell me Chris. I promise I wont judge you, obviously."

He told me, "Honestly, I have always been attracted to women, but that does not mean I have not had a secret obsession with, you know other men's cocks. I know that is kind of gay, but seeing as you make me feel safe to share about this kind of stuff, I want you to know."

I said, "I get it, I have always been straight too, never felt the need to experiment. I have thought about cock before and now that we have done at least one first step, I do want to try more. I am open to anything, at least to try it out once."

He replied, "I am so happy to hear that Clint. I do have a secret I have never told anyone. Well anyone still around."

I knew he was maybe talking about his mom so I listened as he said, "When I was living at my father's place, after I turned eighteen. This was before my father went to prison, I was experimenting with crossdressing. No one ever caught me, but my dad's best fiend, uncle Leroy, was visiting one night when my dad was working."

He adjusted his conform on my pillow rolling to the side to look at me, I did the same and we had a better visual of each other's soft cocks. We smiled when we saw each other checking out the other man's package and he continued his story, "Anyways, Leroy and I were getting high and one thing led to another. Before we knew it we were both naked and passed out in my father's bed until the next morning. I remember it all, we kissed and he could not get hard. Like I said, we had passed out and then my dad found us naked and in his bed in the morning. It was a huge fight between them, my uncle tried to murder my father. Uncle Leroy was saying that I was going to be his lover. I honestly would have done that because I needed to be wanted. I know it was stupid of me to think that was ok. I was looking for and craving attention, any sexual attention was even better. "

He got more serious and finished his story quickly, "That was when the fight turned physical, after my uncle pulled a gun on my dad. I saw my dad grab a knife. I tried to intervene and I got knocked to the ground and hit my head. I was out cold. My dad must have somehow got the upper hand and the rest is history."

I said, "Well, It sounds like your father's heart was in the right place. He was trying to protect you. I am sorry you lost your uncle, maybe he was a good guy. I do not know."

He replied, "I know my dad was going to protect me, after uncle Leroy pulled the gun I don't blame my father about that. I just wish he would have been more accepting of the idea of us being together. Then none of this would have happened. I do want to make up with my father eventually, but I am not ready for that yet and I know he is probably not either."

I said, "Well, if you ever want to talk about it more, I am here for you."

He asked sweetly like someone who needed comfort, "Can I lay on your chest?"

The moment and request made me feel like we connected on another level, I wanted to be close to him too. I said, "Of course, come here."

He came to me and laid his head on my chest, with his chest on my side, his arm draped across my stomach above my limp penis. I placed my arm around him to show I was here for him. Without asking he took his leg and crossed it over my legs so his soft dick was pressed against my thigh. I liked the closeness and how it made me feel inside. I moved my hand and placed it on his lower back and pulled him closer. We rested quietly, his cock got hard and then soft and we dosed off to sleep.

When I woke up I looked and it was about 9 pm, he was no longer on my chest but he was still laying naked beside me. I looked over him and his naked male body, my cock started to react to the gay thoughts I was having.

My stirring must have roused him from his slumber. He asked, "So I see you are curious again, judging by the erection you have. Did you want me to take care of it again? I would not mind putting it in my mouth again."

I was so horny again, but I wanted more connection to him than to simply use him for getting off so I said, "How about a kiss and we see where that takes us?"

I leaned over and his lips connected with mine, we kissed and I introduced tongue. The kiss was sensual and then turned passionate as we began making out where he got on top of me and we ground our cocks into each other in humping motions as we played tonsil hockey.

He broke the kiss and said, "This is fun and I want to kiss you, but I need your cock in my mouth."

I said, "Can we do both, like 69?"

Chris replied in a smile, "Even better!" He got off of me and positioned himself on his hands and knees with his head over my groin. He took my cock in his mouth and I grabbed his leg and pulled it over my head and went for the meat stick I had lusted for. After I had his cock in my mouth and started playing with it, I quickly decided that my bi-curious desire for a man's penis all of these years was no longer a curiosity, but something I desired. I fell in lust with his hard cock. We pleasure each other until I came in his mouth and shortly after my orgasm he filled my mouth with his hot slimy cream.

I had never tasted cum before, and this was definitely something I liked. I loved the flavor, the consistency, the warmth and especially the delivery method. He then came up and without talking he spooned me as we fell asleep.

The next morning he was showering as I got out of bed. We talked about our gay night at breakfast. He said, "I hope I did not over share and scare you away last night Clint?"

I replied, "No, I appreciate the openness. As far as the gay things we did. I am not ashamed and I liked it. I am a little surprised I did like it as much as I did."

He said, "When I cross-dressed and found out I liked it, I knew I would do it with a man like that eventually. I am glad it was you"

I asked hopefully, "So you would want to do it like that again?"

He said, "I would want to do that every moment of the day if I could, but that is not practical."

I said, "I want it too. I really liked it. If you want to cross-dress here, go ahead. I think our boundaries have dropped enough for that."

He smiled like I just told a little fat kid he could have some more ice scream. I loved how happy he looked with that news. He replied, "I will start now, I have a few items, mostly dresses, but I am so excited. Can I take a few hours? I need to clean up and shave my legs and I even have a little make up and wig."

I liked the idea of see a pretty girl around here, I said, "Sure. You help out so much anyways. I don't need you this morning."

He ran off and did his thing. When I saw him, he was gorgeous. He had a form fitting yellow sundress on. It covered his flat chest. He had a pink wig with hair a little longer than shoulder length. He had lashes and makeup on and a choke collar. He was barefoot and his dick was swelled up, almost into a full blown boner. He was horny and it was from dressing like a girl and I could not blame him. I liked what I saw.

He asked, "So Clint. Do yo like what you see?"

I said, "You look pretty, just like a girl. There is one issue though."

He asked, "What is that?"

I replied, "You are a bit too excited to be in that dress. If you want I could help take care of your problem."

He smiled and said, "Oh really, and how would you do that?"

I decided to try a little pet name and I said to him, "Come over here and I will show you baby."

He walked to me and I remined seated. When he got to me I lifted his dress to find his hard cock mostly out of the red panties he had on. It looked so delicious and I remembered the treat it gave me last night, I wanted more of that. I had to have this cock in my mouth so I grabbed his ass cheek with one hand and guided his mouth watering cock into my waiting mouth with my other hand. I sucked him hard and fast, while I played with his smooth shaved balls with one hand.

I soon earned my reward. After swallowing his delicious load down he sat on the other chair and I stood for him to return the favor.

Afterwards we went to my bed and laid down to talk more. He was still dressed as a woman and I was in my boxers. We talked about what we wanted, I said, "Chris, I know we are just probably horny, but I like you and I like sucking you."

He smiled and replied, "I liked sucking your dick too. A lot actually."

I asked, "Does this mean we are a couple?"

He replied, "Well, what do you mean? Like boyfriends? You never asked me out or anything yet."

I said, "Chris will you be my boyfriend?"

He replied, "Yes Clint, a million times yes." He kissed me and we embraced. He pulled back and said, "Can I also be your girlfriend too? I mean I do plan to cross-dress a lot if that is ok, even during sex."

I replied, "I would like that. You would be the best of both worlds, cock and a pretty lady."

She smiled and said, "Are you a little bit of a cock whore all the sudden?"

I joked, "Yes, I think so, but it is ok, because it is not gay if it is a girl's cock."

He laughed and said, "I want you to call me Christa, if that is ok?"

I said, "Sure, I love that Christa."

Christa said, "Now I want you to fuck me baby. Are you able to get it up? I have lube in my bag."

That fist sex with her was a great experience. She and I both fucked each other a few times that day. We never got much work done that first week of dating. A few months into the relationship we decided to move. We needed a more progressive area where two men could show affection without judgment or persecution.

Christa also wanted to start actually transitioning, for that we both needed real jobs and money. Our sex life never slowed down at our new home. We both admitted we liked the same thing when it came to sex, we liked taking it in the ass, sucking cock and swallowing cum. Neither of us liked to have the manly responsibility of doing the fucking or getting sucked off. Sure having an orgasm was nice, but we loved the traditional female roles in bed.

About a year and a half after the move we discussed us getting a man for the masculine roles in sex. She had healed from her breast, face and vocal surgeries and and I had even started to wear women's clothes some at home and during sex. I brought the idea of a real male lover up and she liked the idea.

We decide it would be easier to find a steady fuck buddy if we were both feminine and I provided no resistance to the idea. We never did find a steady guy, but we rotated through about 5 guys and a few random one night stands here and there.

She admitted her favorite thing was picking up random black men. I liked that too, but I really liked the one black guy in our rotation of steady men. Of course he was married, but his while wife never sucked is cock, so I was more then happy to lend him my mouth.

By the end of our 2nd year in the apartment, we had both fully transitioned including removing our cock and balls. We officially changed our names, I was Chloe and of course she was Christa. I had never wanted to marry again, but we were so close and in love when she asked me I had to say yes.

Our honeymoon was just us two, no men. We did use our strap-on dildos a lot during that week. We bought a little house and lived a quiet peaceful lesbian life. On the weekends we still went into the city and sucked and fucked strange men together. Having the bottom surgeries worked in our favor a lot, me who were not gay never knew they fucked a transgendered woman's ass or mouth.

After 2 years of marriage she was diagnosed with cancer. We fought it but in the end she did not make it. I knew I would never find a true love like her again, but that did not slow my desire or need to suck and be fucked. Many of our regular partners offered there condolences in the form of hot creamy loads of sperm in my mouth or ass. I did not mind, it is what I wanted, but they were all snakes for taking advantage of me. I know they only used us and now only me for sex and there was never any real connection or relationship, so they owed me nothing.

I did meat a man, Shawn, who moved in with me. He was a younger black man and he had a nice big juicy cock I could use al the time. Initially he and I were fuck buddies, but he knew I fucked other men. He also fucked other men and women, I never did like it when he brought women over. Ava had left suck a distain for cis women in my mouth I hated them all. To know that they were taking this man's sperm, the man I cared for made me upset.

I would go out of my way to prevent him from brining over a real woman. If he was bringing over a man or a trans woman I was happy for him. He caught onto my actions and asked me about it. Shawn asked, "Chloe, why are you always cock blocking me. Seems you have an issue with women, but not the fags I bring over?"

I told him the truth, "Shawn baby, I was married to a woman once, now remember I was a man and this was a life time ago. She used me the same way all women use men, she used my daughter to take everything I had and she was cheating on me the whole time with the scum she left me for."

Shawn had and idea to make me feel better, he said, "You should fuck her man. Take everything she has from her. She does not know who you are now, it would be great payback." I think he was joking, but I liked the idea and the seed was planted in my mind.

In the next few weeks I did some research and discovered my plan could not work. My ex had married and divorced this lawyer and was now married to an older retied lesbian. She seemed genuinely happy now, but I was not about to do anything with a woman. I also wondered where my daughter was. The ex-husband had adopted her when they were married and after the divorce kept her. So Ava had taken my daughter from me only to leave her with someone else who was not me. This was such a blow to me, I cried for a few days about it.

Ava only cared for number one anyways so what she did made sense. Honestly I could not provide for her as well as he could, and with my lifestyle now there was no way. However, she knew nothing about me now and never thought to ask.

I did need to see if this man was a good guy, I knew enough to know people change. I made an excuse to bump into him and get to know him, at least to see what kind of man he was. When I meet this man, Justin, he was not a bad guy. I did let my guard down some as we had a few drinks and the next thing I knew he seduces me and I gave him a blowjob and let him fuck my asshole.

He did not seem to have a problem with me being trans and we did hook up about once a month for a while in the beginning of our relationship. I enjoyed the sex with him and his acceptance when he found out I was trans on our second fuck date was something appreciated.

This was about the time that Christa's father was being released from prison. He did come around my house looking for 'Chris'. I gave him the bad news saying that he passed from cancer. He was heart broken, he had received word, but did not know if it was true.

I brought him in my house and comforted him. I shared how Chris did transition. He took that news better than I thought he would. I told him I married Christa and stayed with her to the end. During our emotional chat, one thing led to another and we ended up in my bed.

I helped him get back on his feet and he stayed with me for a while. He had developed an appetite for young men in prison and soon him and Shawn hit it off. It was cool to see them move from being fuck buddies to lovers.

At the same time their love was blooming I was seeing Justin almost every night. One night after a great round of great anal sex he said, "Damn, Chloe, you are better than any woman I have ever been with." I loved that he told me I was better at sex then Ava.

I needed more and I asked, "Even better then your ex-wife?"

He smiled and said, "A lot better than that bitch ever was." He got more serious and said, "Look Chloe, there is something I want to discuss, but I don't want to scare you off."

I looked at him as we sat naked in his bed, "Ask, you wont scare me off Justin."

He asked, "So I want us to date, like officially, but are you ok meeting my daughter?"

I almost forgot who this man was, damn. We always made plans to have our fuck dates when she was at school. I needed to tell him the truth and hope he did not hate me for it. I said, "Look Justin, I don't have a problem dating. There is something I need to tell you. You will be upset with me. I am so sorry. I bumped into you the first time to make sure you were a good man. I found out you are and I was happy with that. The reason I needed to know what kind of a man you were is because the truth is I am Ava's first husband, I transitioned a few years back, your daughter is mine. I promise I was not using you to get to her. I like you. This is so weird, I am so sorry."

Now he surprised me, "I know that Chloe, I checked. I know you are not using me to get to her. You never once made a move towards that. I just want to move further."

I replied, "I am so sorry I lied. I only wanted to make sure she was ok. Then you and I, you know did it and here we are."

Justin and I kissed and had sex again after our talk. We had agreed to keep my identity a secret for now. I did get to meet my daughter introduced as Justin's transsexual girlfriend. She accepted that and was hungry for a positive female role model. Her mom ignored her when she was here and has all but ghosted her since the divorce. I helped her with school but left any talk of boys or relationships questions to her father. She trusted him and I accepted that.

A year or so later, Justin asked me to marry him. We planned a small wedding, my third wedding. Misty had turned 18 a moth before the wedding. She had invited her new boyfriend, a man she met at the mall, the weekend after her birthday party actually. She was spending the gift card her father and I got her for her birthday. This was a black man who was about 30. My fiancée was weary about this man and his intentions because of his age. I reminded him that every man has the same intensions, whether they are young or old or black or even white like our precious Misty. Why not let her enjoy herself and have fun while she was young.

The man was handsome and a charmer. She did confide in me that she did already fuck him and they had been sexual since the first time they met. I did not tell her father about that, but he did see him take Misty and one of the waitresses to his hotel room after our wedding reception.

When we got home from the honeymoon Misty was crying and she had been dumped by this man when his wife found out about her. Misty had a baby from the man 9 months later.

During her time pregnant she got close to her gay best friend. It turned out he was not as much gay was he was a crossdressing sissy, he still liked woman and he was not into men at all. I thought that was a bit of a waste for such a cute boy. Misty and him started a relationship and she told me that her new girlfriend had a cock that rivaled her baby daddy's only this cock was on a young white boy, or actually girl now.