As a teenager on into my young adulthood, we had always considered myself intimately submissive to females, and loved the concept of a strong girl being my Domme, tying me up and fucking me with a strap-on. I nonetheless do, and had a great Domme for a year in my late 20s who did just that, but by the time we reached the age of 24, I couldn't reject it any much longer - we additionally desired some cock. I had fantasized about it a great deal, generally passable trans women or simply a woman with a cock - sucking, getting fucked, constantly bottoming, always submissive. Unfortunately, passable trans women are rare in the real globe and, it turns out, generally want you to ignore their dicks, and women with actual, large, working dicks also rarer, and I also slowly realized that the easiest way to satisfy my need for a cock in my lips will be to discover a guy whom wanted to bang me. Luckily, we reside in a fairly large city don't laugh, Kansas City is big, and I also knew where the gay bars were gee, I wonder why?. When I'd made up my mind lastly, I was eager to get started, so I put on my tight jeans and my snap-up shirt and headed out. It had been a Friday, fortunately, so around 7 pm I went to the first homosexual bar I thought of - Buddies. I stepped in the door, looked around, and meandered over to the bar, where we bought a gin and tonic. There was an older gentleman to my right, in his mid-40s, whom seemed me personally up and down appreciatively, and I also smiled at him. As we switched around on the stool to survey the flooring, his hand brushed my thigh. we looked over to him again, smiled again, and thought, Well, just what the hell. I switched right back, brushed his knee with my knee. He told me his name can't remember, so we'll call him Richard