His letting go was making me excited. He let all go with his body shaking. He actually screamed as he shot cum everywhere. It felt good knowing I h...ad brought him to that place. When he was finely spent he held me tight and cried.At first I didn't understand but I held him anyway stoking his head. When he calmed down we talked. He had been giving guys blow jobs for so long in a neighborhood where all you got in return was being a outcast. Nobody had ever loved him back. Being queer was. I opened and took as much of that dick in my mouth. I've never been one to like blow jobs. It seems the girls I was with kinda half assed it and never got anywhere with that. I decided if I'm gonna suck dick I'm gonna do a good job. I slowly worked up and down the shaft. I licked it all over I gently massaged his balls I started to pick up the pace. I began to bob back and forth faster taking as much of his cock in that I could. I could hear him start to moan. I then grabbed hold of his shaft. Deciding to repeat, to see if I could reproduce, I proceed to polish off the wine.By that time I had quite a nice buzz on, plus had to go. I put down a few towels and got into my couch, a dirty movie going. Soon I had a real rhythm going with fingers of one hand pumping in and out while the other hand worked over my clitty.When I came, it was intense. As before, when I orgasmed I lost control and my piss came gushing out along with my cum. It flooded over my hands and crotch as I squealed in. .. cross-dressing.I put those thoughts aside as I had a long discussion with Kathy aboutthe direction my business was going in and she had some great ideas onpresentations. I loved her creativity and spirit.I was what you would call a passive cross-dresser at that time. I'mpretty sure no one else knew about my hobby and I never, never, took anychances. But who knew? Surely my mom, at least. I kept my feminine "Dana"tucked away for safe keeping. The feelings never went away after my.