I am not sure if (a) this is the right forum or (b) I am doing the right thing by posting. If (a) maybe it could be moved; if (b) I look forward to getting the advice of some of the more experienced and/or medically knowledgeable BMs.
First off, the background.
About a year ago I got chatting to a TS girl (call her Anna, though that is not her name) on a UK chat room. She's Asian, early 30s, living in the UK and working as an accountant for one of the big four firms. From her photos, she appeared to be absolutely beautiful - which turned out to be the case. At the time we started chatting she had a boyfriend, but in the middle of last year she split with him and we started going out.
I€™m nearly twice her age, so I didn€™t expect much from the relationship, but over the late summer and autumn we went out maybe two or three times a week, having a brilliant time together. We kissed and cuddled at the end of our dates, but we didn't go to bed together. She shares a flat with a lesbian couple who are a bit prudish about her bringing blokes back, and I'm currently living with my daughter and her boyfriend, so the opportunity for rumpy-pumpy was very limited. But no matter, gradually we both came to the conclusion that it was going to happen - just a matter of time.
We talked about taking that next step, and we decided to go for it, and over the new year holiday, we went to Paris for three days. We got there at lunchtime on 30 December, checked into the hotel but she didn't want to go to bed immediately ("No, wait, let's see Paris, we have time later") so we went off sightseeing. That evening we went out to dinner, and then we went back to the hotel. I went into the shower first, and then she went to get ready. She came out of the bathroom wearing the dinkiest little nightie, the tiniest panties and a gorgeous sexy smile. I immediately got the biggest boner I have had in years.
I slowly took off her nightie, kissing her all over, working my way down her body, which she seemed to enjoy. I'd already told her that I wanted to suck her, and now was my time. I felt her getting hard as I got closer, stroking her panties, then I pulled them down and bent to pop her little secret in my mouth.
And this is where those of a sensitive disposition should maybe look away. I am not sure of the reason - a botched circumcision seems the most logical - but she has, on the top of her cock, a huge fold of skin, like the end of a thumb. Like I said, I like to think I am a nice guy, but this was absolutely grotesque and it made me feel queasy having it in my mouth. So as not to hurt her feelings, I carried on sucking for a while, and then started kissing her body, stroking her cock and finishing her off with my hand. By this time, my erection - which had been rock hard and raging - had disappeared altogether. She was lovely about it, trying to get me going, sucking me, kissing me, but all the time I couldn't get the thought of her strange cock out of my mind.
Eventually we drifted off to sleep, and the rest of our trip passed in a kind of haze: we had a great time during the day, but I dreaded going to bed with her in case she wanted me to suck her. That didn't happen, and eventually nature took its course and I managed to make love to her - but only the once.
I've been out to dinner with Anna three times since we got back, and it's clear that she adores me. And I still think she is one of the nicest people I have ever met. The problem is that I don't want to go to bed with her again, until I find a way of dealing with this problem.
OK. Here are the questions.
1. The most obvious ones: has any BM ever come across this kind of thing before? Does anyone know what is the cause, and is there any way in which it can be safely treated - ideally in the UK? I seem to recall that there are some medical chaps who've posted before, so maybe they know. Or perhaps some of the lady members know friends who've had similar issues.
2. The Agony Aunt questions: am I being a complete asshole by getting hung up on sucking this strange cock? Or an even bigger dickhead by not saying anything? If I do say something, how much risk is there of me blowing what could be (cue violins) the love affair of the century? Or have I already blown it?
Sorry for rambling on, but if anyone is going to give me an intelligent answer, you need to know more than the fact that I have met a ladyboy with a strange knob.
Look forward to some intelligent responses. And, probably, some stupid ones.
First off, the background.
About a year ago I got chatting to a TS girl (call her Anna, though that is not her name) on a UK chat room. She's Asian, early 30s, living in the UK and working as an accountant for one of the big four firms. From her photos, she appeared to be absolutely beautiful - which turned out to be the case. At the time we started chatting she had a boyfriend, but in the middle of last year she split with him and we started going out.
I€™m nearly twice her age, so I didn€™t expect much from the relationship, but over the late summer and autumn we went out maybe two or three times a week, having a brilliant time together. We kissed and cuddled at the end of our dates, but we didn't go to bed together. She shares a flat with a lesbian couple who are a bit prudish about her bringing blokes back, and I'm currently living with my daughter and her boyfriend, so the opportunity for rumpy-pumpy was very limited. But no matter, gradually we both came to the conclusion that it was going to happen - just a matter of time.
We talked about taking that next step, and we decided to go for it, and over the new year holiday, we went to Paris for three days. We got there at lunchtime on 30 December, checked into the hotel but she didn't want to go to bed immediately ("No, wait, let's see Paris, we have time later") so we went off sightseeing. That evening we went out to dinner, and then we went back to the hotel. I went into the shower first, and then she went to get ready. She came out of the bathroom wearing the dinkiest little nightie, the tiniest panties and a gorgeous sexy smile. I immediately got the biggest boner I have had in years.
I slowly took off her nightie, kissing her all over, working my way down her body, which she seemed to enjoy. I'd already told her that I wanted to suck her, and now was my time. I felt her getting hard as I got closer, stroking her panties, then I pulled them down and bent to pop her little secret in my mouth.
And this is where those of a sensitive disposition should maybe look away. I am not sure of the reason - a botched circumcision seems the most logical - but she has, on the top of her cock, a huge fold of skin, like the end of a thumb. Like I said, I like to think I am a nice guy, but this was absolutely grotesque and it made me feel queasy having it in my mouth. So as not to hurt her feelings, I carried on sucking for a while, and then started kissing her body, stroking her cock and finishing her off with my hand. By this time, my erection - which had been rock hard and raging - had disappeared altogether. She was lovely about it, trying to get me going, sucking me, kissing me, but all the time I couldn't get the thought of her strange cock out of my mind.
Eventually we drifted off to sleep, and the rest of our trip passed in a kind of haze: we had a great time during the day, but I dreaded going to bed with her in case she wanted me to suck her. That didn't happen, and eventually nature took its course and I managed to make love to her - but only the once.
I've been out to dinner with Anna three times since we got back, and it's clear that she adores me. And I still think she is one of the nicest people I have ever met. The problem is that I don't want to go to bed with her again, until I find a way of dealing with this problem.
OK. Here are the questions.
1. The most obvious ones: has any BM ever come across this kind of thing before? Does anyone know what is the cause, and is there any way in which it can be safely treated - ideally in the UK? I seem to recall that there are some medical chaps who've posted before, so maybe they know. Or perhaps some of the lady members know friends who've had similar issues.
2. The Agony Aunt questions: am I being a complete asshole by getting hung up on sucking this strange cock? Or an even bigger dickhead by not saying anything? If I do say something, how much risk is there of me blowing what could be (cue violins) the love affair of the century? Or have I already blown it?
Sorry for rambling on, but if anyone is going to give me an intelligent answer, you need to know more than the fact that I have met a ladyboy with a strange knob.
Look forward to some intelligent responses. And, probably, some stupid ones.
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