In this photo I lie crosswise on the bed, across its center. I'm up on my elbows and I'm smiling at the camera. I'm dressed in my full regalia: platinum-blonde wig, eyeshadow, red lipstick, lace black bra (B-cup); I'm pantyless and shoeless but my long, slender legs are sheathed in sheer black nylon--thigh-highs with a minimal elastic top.
My balls lie as a darker elongated clump atop my pale, shaved abdomen's nexus while my shrunken penis, its head anyway, is just visible above them, on my flat belly. My legs are spread wide and, for the photo, raised up, baring my crack and revealing, in its lower center, my inviting hole.
My body is uniformly pale and slender and youthful-looking and, combined with the wig and makeup, transform me into a crossdresser in his mid-thirties. Perhaps even younger.
This is the photo my weekend partner, F, posts in the M4M sex personals, offering me to other men (plural). After taking this seminal shot F lubed up his thick hard-on and put it in me and fucked me on his bed, and came in me. My legs rose up until my stockinged heels sank into bed's edge on either side of F's (mostly) upright body. The fuck lasted, typically, five or six minutes.
After he ran the ad for the first time, and after he fucked me in this same position, I asked him: "So is anybody else coming over?"
"A couple of guys said they would. We'll see." He finished wiping the lube off his cock with a warmly damp towel and tossed it on me, and I wiped my crack clean.
"So should I stay like this?"
"I don't know what time anyone's coming," F replied. "No. Get up. Walk around. Let's go have a beer."
F liked to have a couple of beers (Keystone Lights) both before and after sex. He was one of the few men I'd ever known who didn't lose interest the second the last drop of semen left his body. I stood, can of beer in hand, while F sat on the end cushion next to the lamptable where his laptop sat, open. He checked it now and then, meanwhile running his right hand up and down the inside of my partially nude right thigh. Up, that is, as far as my dangling balls.
He told me, that first day, "Guy says he's just about to leave his house."
"For here?"
F's hand stopped its motion and he gave me The Look. As if to say, What else are we talking about?
"Does he have your phone number?"
"No," F admitted.
We were in a mobile home park, in a doublewide on the backside. What if they guy got lost in the labyrinth of narrow streets and trailers?
I was in the middle of drinking my second beer when a car pulled up. At first it went by, and stopped. Then it backed up and pulled in behind my blue Honda. F's pick- up was parked forward of that.
F leaned forward and said, "He's here! Go get in position on the bed like you were for me. And don't forget to smile."
"I'll pull my legs up," I offered.
"Make it look...just like in the pic," F added. He seemed distracted. As if he was talking less to me than to himself. "I'll offer him a beer first..."
I headed to the bedroom, at the back, while, a moment later, the man knocked on F's flimsy carport door. It opened. When I first started coming over to F's he'd had a dog. A big, friendly mutt. But the dog had died. Suddenly. Recently. Now only his oversized cage, out in the carport, remained.
Once in position I had a clear view into the livingroom, and the door, and the two men standing inside it. I was a little disappointed. The stranger looked to be in his late 40s/early 50s. He was on the short side with a balding head. I could only hope he had a decent-sized cock, like F.
Apparently the stranger turned down the beer and the two of them headed straight for the bedroom. My welcoming smile broadened as the man breached the doorway, ahead of F. I've been told I have a pretty, Cupid's mouth, especially when it's painted fire engine-red. Especially when I'm smiling.
"Wow," the guy declared, in what would become a familiar refrain. "Just like in the ad."
As the man tentatively advanced toward me F, in the doorway, told him, "There's lube on the dresser, to your right. And condoms if you..."
"Is she healthy?" the stranger asked F. I appreciated the "she" part.
"We're both vaccinated," F claimed. "You want me to close the door and leave you two [alone]?"
The man ignored the question and came up to the bed. "Wow, you're beautiful, hon."
"Thanks," I smiled.
