The Gym

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I am a transman. I will not bore you with all the details of this condition nor give you a detailed anatomical life history. If you are unfamiliar with my situation, then google it.My formative years got spent in a small town where I was initially considered a tomboy. Later, during my high school years, the possibility that I could become a lesbian got considered. When parents came to understand my situation and took me to see the appropriate experts, no one knew about my hormone treatments to deal with my ‘dilemma.’ As one would imagine, these were difficult years, but somehow I muddled through them. It was clear to me that not only did I want to be a man, but that I was attracted to them.I was greatly relieved upon finally attending a faraway college after school. My life did not become much easier, but at least I was finally able to live as a man.As one would imagine, however, this was complicated. I was not able to shower with the males, nor, understandably, able to use a urinal. As you would imagine, I had to be very cautious and could not expose myself to even the most appealing individuals at college.  After jumbling through varsity, where I am pleased to report I did have a few discrete sexual encounters at some of the more remote pubs, I finally settled into a pleasant existence when I commenced working. By now, I had also fully realized that overtly masculine guys were my preference.Despite my masculine lifestyle, I was, mostly seen by everyone as being gay. ‘You’re just too pretty to be a real man,’ became the universal assessment by most people who engaged me.Understandably, I again, as at college, lived a double life. In my social life, I was content to interact as a man, albeit being considered gay. In my güvenilir bahis private life, I again trolled the more remote pubs. I also gave vent to my sexual proclivities by exposing my sexuality to anonymous men. There were the few who freaked out when I explained that I was a transman. In most cases, however, the intrigue of my ‘disposition’ proved to be rather alluring. I was also rather fortunate that I never got into a confrontational situation due to my bizarre status quo.My highest success was with bi-curious men and quite often, I got propositioned to have a scene with a man and his girlfriend. This scenario did not appeal to me at all because I had no lesbian inclinations.At this point in my life, I decided to join a gym. I was not a fitness fanatic but reasoned that keeping in shape could do me no harm. The gym I joined operated from five a.m. until nine p.m. daily. I always hated getting up early and decided that I would rather visit the gym after eight in the evenings. This arrangement suited me because the gym was empty by then, and I could deal with the change rooms far more comfortably.With far fewer men around, I was also able to take advantage of the glorious steam room at the gym, which I adored. Naturally, I would have to do so with a towel around my waist.On my three visits a week, I shortly encountered a magnificent male specimen who was heavily into bodybuilding. Esau, as I would come to know, was the embodiment of masculinity. What made him even more stunning was the shroud of tattoos that blanketed his entire frame. As if that was not enough, Esau also had an uncut dick like a donkey that he proudly allowed to hang between his open legs as he relaxed in the steam room.   By the time I got to güvenilir bahis siteleri the steam room after eight-thirty, Esau and I were generally the last two occupants. Fascinated as I was, I did my best not blatantly stare at the treasure trove displayed between his muscular thighs. I was relieved that I did not have a cock, and therefore, had nothing to try to hide under my towel. My pussy, however, juiced with gratification as I stole glances. I surveyed every inch of his magnificence, from his enormous broad feet to his thick manly fingers. My daily voyeurism became like a fix to a junkie, and I could not wait for my next injection of lust.For the first few weeks, we never communicated. It was, therefore, alarming one evening when this god finally spoke to me.“Hi, I’m Esau,” he said.“Oh, I am… Daryl,” I retorted in shock.“Daryl, this is none of my business, and if you find me offensive, I apologize in advance… You always have a towel around your hips. Why is that?” he added with a smile, before continuing, “Are you uncomfortable being naked?”“Yes… Have you ever heard of AIS?” I then boldly replied, chancing my luck after weeks of frustration.“Huh… What’s that?” Esau asked with a puzzled frown.   “Androgen insensitivity syndrome,” I answered.“Fuck… That sounds complicated; what does it mean?” Esau countered.After I rose to my feet and before departing, I looked at him and impishly dared, “Google it.” Seconds later, Esau joined me in the change room.“Fuck… If I have offended you, I am sorry,” he pleaded.As I now removed my towel, his eyes focussed on my crotch. With his eyes spinning in his head, he cried out, “Jesus… I thought you might be cock shy, but… You don’t have one!” he exclaimed.I laughed inwardly iddaa siteleri at his honest faux pas.“Is… That a real pussy?” he innocently blurted.      “Yes, I am a transman, a man with a pussy,” I countered.“But… Is that possible?” Esau stammered.“Yes, apparently, I’m one of those 0.1 percent people in the world,” I answered with a laugh.“Shit… Can I take you for a drink because I want to hear all about this.” Esau enthusiastically responded.After agreeing, we both put on our tracksuits before I followed him outdoors.“Follow me,” he said as he climbed onto his motorbike.On the short journey, I was both nervous and excited. Much as I found Esau gorgeous, this was not a done deal, and I reminded myself that he was possibly just curious.After we entered the pub, however, his demeanour toward me changed. I began to feel like a girl on a date as he began doting on me. Over the next twenty minutes, as I gave him the lowdown on my situation, he was mesmerized. Along with his fascination, a growing lust began intoxicating me. As his sexy hands moved around the table as he frequently embraced his beer bottle, all I could think about was the sight of his hand around his cock. In summation, Esau eventually said, “So, no babies or periods.”I found this very amusing and began to laugh before he joined in.“So, Daryl, what was your former name?” he asked.“Darryl, with the extra R,” I answered.Esau now looked at me pensively before he asked, “So… What are your plans in life?”“To live as a man and be happy,” I answered.“But what about marriage?” he countered.“Well, I can’t have kids, and I am happy being a man, so I have no plans for that,” I concluded.“Mmm, but that could be complicated. I mean, if you do marry one day, your husband might not be happy being considered a ‘gay man,’ he challenged.“That is a long way off, Esau. I’ll deal with that if and when it arises,” I answered, before continuing, “But, that enough about me. Now I want to hear your history,” I countered.

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