I am a nineteen year old genetic female currently undergoing sex hormone therapy to transition to being a man. From birth, I always had some hormone problems that have caused me to have masculine features and I have always identified more as a gay male than a female or a lesbian. I am five foot five inches tall, weigh one hundred thirty pounds and have dark hair. Sexually, I have very limited experience since I was not particularly attractive to other boys my age and have mainly experimented with cucumbers and dildos.
As of now, I am only undergoing hormone therapy and don't have final plans for surgical changes. Fortunately, I never developed breasts so no reduction was necessary. The hormone therapy has been working well and I have gained quite a bit of muscle mass and a lot of body hair, enough to even grow a nice beard!
I have been trying to "come out" as a gay male, but I am always a little reserved since I don't have a dick to offer to other gay males, so it's a little weird to change sex just to be a bottom for a man. Most of my coming out experience has been spent going to gay bars and sitting as an invisible observer and not really being noticed. Recently I went to a Bear Bar and realized that big, hairy, hypermasculine men turn me on.
One afternoon, I was in town for some shopping and stopped by a Bear Bar around four-thirty. There were only a few men there, but one caused me to stop in my tracks--a real daddy bear! He was approximately fifty years old, six foot three inches tall, muscular and weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. He had salt-n-pepper hair trimmed short on the sides and longer on the top and a big, full, bushy beard. He was wearing a blue button-down oxford short with the sleeves rolled up showing his hairy forearms and a big tuft of hair peeking out of the collar of the shirt. He had on blue jeans that highlighted his beefy ass and wore black cowboy boots. When he ordered a beer, I could hear he had a deep bass voice and a nice smile. I actually felt my pussy getting wet.
I sat by myself at the table next to his where I had a good vantage point to watch him. I was used to being "invisible" so I was taken aback when looked directly at me and he raised his glass in a toast and flashed me his sexy smile. "Wanna join me, boy?" he asked. I was so torn! Yes, I wanted to join him but I was afraid that he thought I was a male with a dick. I however, "manned myself up" and moved over and joined him. He took my hand in his big, hairy paw and shook it vigorously. "I'm Dan," he said, and I replied that my name is Thomas.
We hit it off pretty well and we could keep the chatter flowing. We drained our beers and he went up to the bar to fetch two more. I watched his beefy ass on his way up to the bar and his ample package on the way back to the table. I was totally smitten. While we were drinking, he put his hand on my thigh, squeezed and I felt electricity jolt through my body. He then put his other hand on my chin and his two of his big, meaty fingers on my lips. I licked them and sucked them into my mouth to show him my eagerness. "Oh, baby boy, mmm!" he muttered. He cupped and rubbed my ass through my jeans and then slipped his hand down my pants and fingered my ass crack. He leaned in and gave me a deep tongue kiss, exploring my tongue and gums with his big, thick tongue.
I rubbed his strong pecs and his belly and pressed my body into his. He continued to finger my ass causing my pussy to get wet and my clit to stiffen. I was a total virgin with a real man and had never even experienced sexual energy like this. I wanted him so badly and at the same time I was very afraid of potential rejection when he found out I was actually a girl. I reached down to massage his package and my heart skipped a beat when I felt the size of his stiff cock. It was pointing to the right and was reaching under his belt. I massaged his huge balls and thought I would have a little orgasm right there. We continued to kiss and swap spit and he mumbled "Who is daddy's boy?" I froze for a second and I think he could feel it.
