I spent 2 years with my mature lover Ernest, he was now well into his sixties whilst I was a 32 year old crossdresser in Leeds. He was a wonderful guy who adored me dressed up, I say lover but sex was nothing more than wanking , kissing, sucking without swallowing. Despite my love of dressing, I was still fairly inexperienced with another man and sadly Ernest had not had an erection for years, long before I actually met him. I did little more than dress, I\\\'m no TV and do not wear make up or wigs, yet I have a good body, fit and firm and my muscular legs look great in nylons and heels combined with sexy mini skirt. Deep down I\\\'m just a kinky guy who gets a thrill from dressing and loved the girly names Ernest called me. I only saw Ernest once a week and continued to use a chatline to contact guys, which hardly resulted in anything more than a sleazey phone wank. I was contacted by yet another old chap named dennis who to my surprise said he had heard of me. We chatted privately and it turned out he was a friend of Ernests\\\' who lived in Pontefract, from that moment on my one night a week dressing for Ernest was interupted by the appearance of Dennis. I was a good 35 years younger than both of them and it was clear that Ernest regarded me in some way as his weekly man wife. Dennis was physically fitter than Ernest, yet seemed to have a darker more arrogant side than the lovely Ernest. I never did find out what their relationship was, they were very close yet seemed to have little in common. Once when Ernest went to make tea Dennis placed his hand on the inside on my thigh and stroked me saying I had firm legs. I pushed his hand away and he simply told me to chill out as if nothing had happened. Boring I know but over several months nothing much happened other than Dennis trying it on when Ernest was out of the room, he seemed annoyed that I refused to play and made some comment like he and Ernest were good mates and he wouldn\\\'t mind. I said if that was the case why did he only try it on when Ernest was out of the room. A few weeks later Ernest was taken to hospital after a drunken fall and needed surgery for his elbow, during this time I had to dress at home ( I have a wife who doesn\\\'t know about my dressing, always risky) and used the chatline more often. Several times I spoke to Dennis and on one occassion I had phone sex with him, I regretted it but I\\\'m only human and our chat just got out of hand. When Ernest left hospital I was the perfect lover very attentive to his needs. Dennis had a very different attitude towards me, openly slapping my arse and telling me to be a good girl and get the kettle on etc. Ernest noticed too and asked me what had changed, I made some excuse that Dennis thought he was the man about the place whilst he had been away and we had got to know each other a little more and he was just being his usual cocky self but more openly with me now. several times Ernest went to bed early, he seemed drained and the pain killers made him sleepy. One night I was sitting on the sofa when dennis joined me and without a word he put his hand under my tartan mini skirt and cupped my balls through the black nylon tights, he asked if I had thought about our phone sex. I told him it was a one off, just something that happend. He then asked me if I knew what the difference was between him and Ernest. I made a joke about him being more sullen, when he knelt between my legs and rubbed his hands up my thighs. \\\'I do things Ernest wouldnt dream of\\\' he said, looking straight into my eyes. He hooked his hands at the back of each knee and pulled me forward so that I slumped dowm the sofa, his entire head disappeared from view up my skirt as he nibbled me through the tights. I knew I was becoming more aroused and yet didnt protest too much, l thought I should when the sound of ripping nylon reached me. there is no sexier sound or feeling in the world as the front of my tights were torn wide open, dennis pulled on my legs and they were suddenly over his shoulders, I had to bite my lips as his mouth covered my throbbing hard on, my high heels trailing down his back, all the time his eyes on me to witness my pleasure. When I gently held his head in my hands he seemed to sense I had totally given in to him, he moved up a little and pushed my knees back into my chest, I\\\'m not very flexible as I am quite muscular and felt uncomfy but Dennis went down again his tongue darting at my exposed bum hole. A first for me, I let out such a deep sigh I thought Ernest would hear. My hips pushed greedily at his tongue as he circled my hole and evey few seconds he dripped saliva all over my bum, he teased me with the tip of his finger and gently poked deeper, I shook my head at him as he probed further and finger fucked my man pussy. Every few seconds he spat more lubricant on his finger. I cannot deny I was in heaven, the head of my cock was swelling, but guilt and the fear of being caught got the better of me and in as loud as I dare a voice I said \\\'Not here\\\' Dennis seemed to half rise but only to drop his own trousers, my only protest a half hearted shake of the head as he approached my hole with the tip of his thumb guiding the head of his little cock towards my starfish. I made one last feeble protest. \\\'No we can\\\'t\\\' as I felt the cock head touch my man pussy. Dennis pushed my knees back further and I spread my legs wider. \\\'OH MY GOD\\\' I whispered and he gently thrust forward.