I still can't believe what happened last weekend. I went round to my mate John's house, not for a party as such, just a social evening, drinking. John's wife was there, otherwise it was just a few guys hanging out. None of them know about my secret cross dressing and the fact I've sucked off a few tranny girlfriends in the past. By 3am everyone had left except for me and a bloke called Gary. I'd met him at John's once or twice before. He always struck me as a down-to-earth sort of chap. He's about thirty, ten years younger than me, short, stocky, muscular, shaven head and has very masculine features and mannerisms. I don't know his trade but my guess would be he's your typical builder. John had previously told me Gary was a bit of a womaniser too, having a wife and a least two girlfriends, one of them being a very hot nineteen year old chick. So it caught me totally by surprise when, after John and his wife went to the kitchen, Gary leaned over to me and said, "I want you to suck my cock, then I'll fuck you up the arse." Bloody hell! Where had that come from? Ok, so I'm not the most masculine of guys but I'm pretty sure I wasn't giving out any "gay" signals. I wasn't even wearing panties under my jeans that night. Well, surprised or not and a bit befuddled by drink, my inner girl leapt at the offer. I heard myself whisper, "Ok, we can go back to mine." Gary smiled and I immediately got a raging hard on. Just then John and his wife returned with a final cup of tea. All casual like, Gary suggested it would be cheaper if he and I shared a taxi home. I got that point and tried to back down, saying I could just as easily walk. Gary insisted on the taxi, saying he'd pay. I caved-in and agreed so fifteen minutes later we hopped in the taxi. I was still incredibly nervous and for some reason, instead of asking the taxi driver to drop us at my door, I got him to leave us at the end of my road. As Gary and I walked he said he was nervous as he'd never done this before. I sort of lied when I said I hadn't either. I had with other trannies but never with a manly man. Gary surprised me again by unzipping himself, pulling out his cock and placing my hand on it. I wrapped my fingers around his meat and that's how we continued to my house. During the short walk he again told me how he couldn't wait to fuck me. I told him he could do anything he wanted but did he mind if I dressed up like a girl? I said how I'd always wanted to be a girl, so had lots of feminine clothes. He said he didn't care, just as long as I sucked him and let him fuck me but there was no way he was going to suck or even touch my cock. That suited me fine. I'm sub after all and just wanted to please this muscley young stud. Once indoors I left him in the living room while I scooted upstairs and quickly got changed into a pink silky shortie nightie, sheer pink panties, pink over-the-knee schoolgirl stockings and a pair of pink fluffy slippers. Oh and I put on my favourite pink lipstick too. When I came down again Gary was sat on my sofa with his trousers and pants off, rubbing his cock. I immediately knelt between his legs, started licking his hairy balls, his shaft and the head of his cock. He said, "Suck it slut." I lovingly kissed the tip then did as I was told. He wasn't too big so I managed to slurp almost his entire length into my mouth in one go. I stayed down on him for a good long while, slowly sucking him to full hardness. His solid, five inch cock felt so good sliding between my slutty pink lips. His groaning told me I was doing a good job. After a time he told me to get off and turn around. Despite my lust-crazed state I insisted he wore a condom, which he agreed to. So I quickly rolled a rubber down his shaft, turned around and knelt before him, wiggling my pantied arse for all I was worth. He knelt behind me, pushed me down on my face, reached under my nightie and pulled my panties off. Then he pulled me back up into a kneeling position and I felt his cock pressing at my boy-pussy. (I'd already appiled some lube before putting my panties on.) Gary gripped my hips and pushed inside me. I felt him pull my nightie up and he slapped me hard on my bum cheeks as he started to thrust into me. I could see why he was such a hit with the ladies, he wasn't big but he was so strong, so powerful and masterful. I felt thrilled that he wanted me as much a hot young girl. Like a girl, I simpered and moaned as he continued fucking me, harder and harder. He ran his hands all over my nightie, squeezing my "tits" and gripping my shoulders through the wide silky straps. He was fucking me in a frenzy and I felt my own useless dick beginning to harden but just then he pulled out and told me to turn around again. He quickly whipped the condom off his cock. I didn't need telling what to do. I plunged my lips over his engorged cock-head and bobbed my head, as fast as he'd been fucking me. He let out a huge groan and I felt his cum spurt into the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and took control of the pace, urging me into long, slow, sucking strokes. He pulled me off his spasming cock, just long enough for me to get a creamy blast all over my face, before pulling me back down to swallow his final spurts. Eventually his balls stopped pumping and he roughly pulled me off his sensitive, shrinking cock. I knelt before him and licked the remaining drips of his cum from my face and lips. After he'd recovered a little he pointed to his slimy dick and said, "You've missed a bit." At which I leant down and licked the last traces of his salty cum off his cock-head. "Mmm, you slut." He said. He told me I was a good little cock-sucker and made sure I gave him my phone number. However he wouldn't let me have his number. I went upstairs to put on a robe while he got dressed and called a taxi. Five minutes later the taxi called and Gary was gone. I went to bed and still savouring the taste of his cum, wanked myself to a glorious orgasm, soaking the front of my pretty pink nightie. That all happened Saturday night and it's now Thursday. Gary hasn't called yet and I'm sat here every night by the phone, desperate for him to call. More than the fucking and the sucking, it makes me feel more girlish than ever, that he promised to call but still hasn't. I can't call John and get Gary's number that way. Gary, being an outwardly straight guy, swore me to keep this our little secret and I don't want to arouse suspicion. However I really want more of Gary's cock. I want him to fuck me all the way next time. I want to dress up nice for him with full make up, to be his bitch, to be his private little whore. I hope he wants me too. I'll let you know if he does.