A Different World or a man explores bisexuality.
There is NO heterosexual sex in this story! If you have hang-ups about gay and/or bisexual sex; STOP HERE. The same applies if you're hung up about interracial sex
After he and his wife divorced, Tom was anxious to get his life back together and move on. Heloise helped him and opened new sexual vistas for him.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old and are consenting adults.
Chapter 01
Heloise, nee Henry, Clark sat naked on the sofa with her legs spread and one hand mauling one of her D cups while Tom Moore sucked her cock. Heloise is a transgender woman with a substantial cock and a body made feminine by hormones.
"Mmm! You're getting better at this," Heloise said in her melodic contralto.
Tom stopped sucking long enough to look at his new lover's face, framed by a blond pixie cut. Heloise was tall at 5' 7" with legs that went on forever and a round, firm 34" behind. Except for her 34D cups and 8-inch cock, she was a Sandra Bullock look-alike.
"Practice, practice, practice," Tom said.
His eyes were at half mast, his face gleamed with sweat, and his lips were wet with saliva and precum. The THC he and Heloise smoked had him feeling euphoric and incredibly horny.
"Get back to work, bitch," Heloise laughed, tapping Tom on his head.
Their affair began when thirty-year-old Tom Moore moved into his garden apartment after divorcing his wife of 12 years. Heloise lived next door and introduced herself to her new neighbor.
The divorce decree said Irreconcilable Differences. The real reason was that they just got tired of each other. He said she never wanted to have sex and had got fat. She said he was a momma's boy who cared more for his 48-year-old mother than for her.
Heloise's seduction of Tom began immediately. He was Black, a cute 6-footer, 200 pounds, and looked vulnerable. He could stand to lose a few pounds or exercise more, but who didn't? She told him where the local strip mall was and the rules for using the common laundry room.
It took Heloise two weeks to go from a queer neighbor to a confidant and lover. Their first time was in the laundry room.
"You're overloading that washer, sweetie. Here let me help."
Heloise swished over and bumped Tom aside with his hip. He separated his laundry into two washers while chattering about the complex and their neighbors.
She had never made love with a Black man and always wondered if the rumors about cock size and stamina were true. She intended to find out.
"Do you get high, sweetie?"
"I've been known to indulge," Tom said wryly.
He gave his new neighbor the side eye. He...she...whatever seemed nice enough. However, though he prescribed a live-and-let-live policy, he didn't know if he wanted to be associated with this person. What would people think?
They shared a marijuana vape while washing.
Initially, Tom was leary. He considered himself straight but tolerant; he had gay friends in college.
Over time he became more comfortable with his neighbor. They shared a penchant for vaping and beer.
This particular night they were sharing a vaporizer and a beer. Tom was crying on Heloise's shoulder about his divorce, the insensitivity of women, and the unfairness of life.
"Well, you know what they say, Tom. The best cure for a lost pussy is another pussy!"
"Heloise, the divorce didn't break me but left me badly bent. I won't be able to date until I get my finances in order."
"Anything I can do to help, just let me know." Heloise smiled seductively and squeezed Tom's knee."
"Thanks, but I'm not gay, you know that," Tom chuckled.
"Sweetie, blowjobs are not gender specific. I can blow a man better than any woman."
Tom sipped his beer and took a long drag on the vaporizer. They had this conversation several times in the past weeks. Tom took a long look at his neighbor. Today she wore yoga pants and a cutoff t-shirt. As usual, his makeup and nails were perfectly done.
Tom had seen him dressed to go partying. He was stunning in 5-inch heels and a mid-thigh skin-tight dress.
"Maybe one day, Heloise."
Tom smiled and shook his head as he unsteadily stood to move his wash from the washer to the dryer. Unlike his neighbor, he was casually dressed in jersey shorts and an old t-shirt.
Tom emptied the dryer into his laundry basket. He was high and careless about how he did it. A pair of sox he placed on top of the laundry rolled from the basket to the floor.
"Shit," he exclaimed.
"Let me get that for you, sweetie."
Tom's clutched the basket high on his chest as Heloise knelt to pick up the sox. He was high and was never sure of what happened next. Heloise snatched his shorts down and gobbled his cock.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Tom was simultaneously trying to set the basket down and move away from his neighbor, sucking his dick. However, Heloise firmly gripped his hips while bobbing on his cock.
He grabbed Heloise's head to push him away just as she swallowed his cock.
"Oh fuck," Tom said. Instead of pushing him away, he gripped his head and fucked his mouth.
Heloise expertly hummed and hiccuped on Tom's dick, sending unfamiliar sensations through his body. She smiled around Tom's cock when he began fucking his mouth instead of pushing him away.
He ran his fingers between Tom's ass cheeks, found his anus, and pressed the tip of one finger in it.
"No! No, don't..."
An explosive orgasm cut off Tom's protests. He came hard and long like he never had cum before. His knees weakened, and he slid down the counter until he was sitting on the tile floor of the laundry room.
Heloise sat back on her heels, smiling at her new conquest. She opened his mouth so that Tom could see his mouthful of cum, then swallowed.
"And I ALWAYS swallow!"
"Oh my god!" Tom's cock twitched as it lay on his thigh, dripping cum.
"As I said, Tom blowjobs are not gender specific. Now get your clothes together before someone comes in."
Tom struggled to his feet and pulled up his shorts. He held his hand up to stop Heloise when she stepped toward him.
"You shouldn't have done that!"
"Perhaps! But you needed to cum, and I wanted to suck your cock! Nice cock, by the way."
Tom grabbed his laundry basket and rushed out of the laundry room and to his apartment.
Chapter 02
Tom avoided Heloise for the next several days. He had mixed feelings about what had happened. She was right about a blowjob; they weren't gender specific. She gave him the best blowjob he ever had. But what would people think if they knew a transgender woman had blown him?
He sat on his sofa, stroking his cock and thinking about Heloise. She said that the best cure for losing a pussy was another pussy. He didn't want to fuck her, but he was horny enough for another blowjob.
Tom sighed, finished his drink, puffed on his marijuana vaporizer, and made a decision. He opened his apartment door and walked quickly to Heloise's place. He stood outside the door for several moments, undecided about what he was about to do.
