FTM Pussy 101: Live Demo Pt. 01

A gay story: FTM Pussy 101: Live Demo Pt. 01 I Was A Sex Ed Dummy for FTM Pussy 101

Author’s note: I wrote this sexual exploration piece primarily to stimulate my desires. It satisfies my specific tastes and kinks and combines memories of some of my most incredible sexual experiences with long-standing fantasies. One aspect of my reality that I included is my desire to engage and entice cis gay men to feel comfortable with and be turned on by trans fag pussy, so the fun facts are all truthful from my personal experience. I crafted it as educational material, disguised pornography, to both aid others in learning about my kink and to take my desires to the next level. I hope it inspires men who are strangers to perhaps try their hand at sexually involving themselves with guys like me. The party starts in one hour, and my anxiety is rising. To calm my nerves I crunch numbers and decide to wait another half hour before partaking of my edible. But my fluttering stomach begs for something to settle my social anxiety enough to enjoy the event. This isn’t far off from one-on-one dates I’ve been on for the past couple of years, but this time, the audience is male, and they will be watching several of us.

I wandered out of the bedroom to Daddy’s tastefully-decorated living room, stepped around the bar separating it from the kitchen, & poured myself a margarita from the pitcher waiting in the fridge. I ran back through the evening’s agenda, and the thoughts swirling in my head mixed with the first sip of tequila sent a warmth spreading out between my legs. Phew. I’m often glad I don’t have to worry about performance anxiety like the other boys—when the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak I can just grab some lube, doesn’t ruin anything if I’m not hard—but if I get too nervous I get caught in my head it and can be hard to enjoy myself. Besides, I wanted to put on a good show, and I’m not much of an actor. I need genuine lust to show through.

With relaxation on its way, I strolled over to the big L-shaped sofa and folded my legs under me. I put on my favorite pre-clubbing playlist, the stuff I listen to whenever I need to get my blood pumping and my body loose. Daddy came in from the other bedroom, wearing his most professor-y outfit, the one he uses to give important talks: a tweed sport coat over a thin V-neck sweater, with a slim button-down and chinos. Classic, even a little dorky, but the fit was perfect. His broad shoulders and trim waist were nearly impossible to hide, but the cut flattered them both. His pants were a little looser than they needed to be, since neither the round muscle of his ass nor his impressive cock print are really work-appropriate. The smile lines around his eyes and a few streaks of grey in his hair were the only real tells that he’s over a decade my senior. It’ll be a while before he really hit his silver fox stage, and I kinda hope I’ll be around to see it.

All the furniture was arranged into a big semi-circle to seat as many people as possible, but he sits on the arm of the couch right next to me and tousles my hair. “You ready for this, babe?” I nod. “Nervous?” I nod again, think for a moment, then add “I’ll get into the zone once we get started. Just lay it on thick for me during the demo? Just tell me what to do, don’t make me think”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be nice and thick” he chuckled, guiding my hand to his lap. I could feel the mass of his cock through his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so it was so close under the fabric. I ran my fingers over it. “Ha, want a little taste to tide you over?” I nodded and he unzipped. My practiced fingers massaged his dick while bringing it to my lips. I love feeling him get hard in my mouth, going from a soft, tender mouthful of cock to so big I struggle to take it all. I make a ring around his shaft with my finger and thumb, pumping him into my mouth as my lips slide up and down. Soon I’m tilting my head to make a straight line between my mouth and my throat, as he reaches full size. He strokes my hair, tickles the nape of my neck as I push myself to take him deep and bring my lips to the base of his cock. Just as they brush his pubes, the doorbell rings.

“One sec!” Daddy shouts as he stands up, calmly closing his pants over his still very hard cock & heading to the door. I return to the bedroom to find my indica gummies.

Our guests are unusually prompt. I hadn’t finished getting dressed yet because I was expecting everyone to be fashionably late, but the first doorbell ring was early, at 5 minutes till 7. It rings again and again as I give myself a last clean-up and once-over. I strip naked & take a quick, hot shower, using the handheld shower head & razor to make sure I’m presentable everywhere. I towel off and put on nothing but my cutest floral lace boyshorts. I check myself in the mirror: dark hair cut short on the sides with a cute little flop on top. Short trimmed beard, just enough length to avoid being scratchy, with a clean line around my neck and across my cheeks. Fur across my chest in a capital T that trails down my belly, trimmed just a bit so the bush of my pubic hair stands out. Under my shorts, I’ve shaved out a tad from the base of my cock and everything below, out until I hit my thighs. I feel more naked than should really be possible, with my smooth bare skin brushing my underwear directly. I’m no athlete—more of a cub than anything—but my legs are toned from biking to work every day. The line of my quads has gotten clearer and clearer, and my calves are starting to show a little bulk. Turning around, my ass is rounder and fuller than ever before, solid with muscle under the last of my baby fat.

I’m still admiring myself when Daddy opens the door to tell me they’re ready to start. He leads me by the hand back out, to the bar dividing the kitchen from the living room. There’s a dozen men waiting: a few couples. but mostly single guys. A few faces I recognize, but a lot I don’t. From the headcount I can tell everyone who RSVP’d is already here, no no-shows and no need to wait for anyone else. It’s showtime.

Daddy and I are about the same height, so he hops on a barstool behind me, putting himself half a head above me, and has me stand in front of him. He wraps his arms around my torso. “So all you homos are here to try boy pussy” he begins, lightly but without preamble. “Or at least to see what all the fuss is about.” There’s some good-spirited laughter and I blush a little, looking down for a moment before remembering myself and looking up to meet their eyes. Daddy’s hand drops down to tease my cock through my briefs, rubbing gently as he goes on.

“But you don’t have to, this is a no-judgement zone. Follow the ground rules and you can do whatever you want. Like it said in the invite, I’m going to give a little 101 demo out here to get us started, then I’m going to lead him to the back room, fit him with a blindfold, and cuff him to the bed. From there his body’s up for grabs. You can put a sock on the door for a little privacy—I trust all of you to respect that, and if he so much as whispers a safe word I’ll hear it from across town. Or if you want, leave it open so other guys can come in and watch, wait in line, whatever. You can untie him, move him around, take the blindfold off if you want him to look you in the eyes. Or keep it on—he wants to have a little mystery as to which of you has fucked him after this. Fuck him as much as you want, or not at all, just no negative feedback to the boy. Not your thing, move aside for the next guy. I know for a fact all of you haven been to parties with a cumdump before and know how to behave. I have all of your papers, and the boy is all vaxxed up, freshly tested, on PrEP, and he’s been fixed, so you can fuck him raw if you want. If you’ve been fucking ass, go wash up before putting it in his puss or mouth. After 2 hrs, I’m gonna come get him & let him join the main party—if you guys haven’t worn him out too much, you can show off what you learned in front of the group. Got it?”

Nods and affirmations all around. I catch a few hungry looks. At least I don’t have to worry about rejection. There’s a lot of guys here & it seems like most of them want their turn with me.

“Good! Now, let me show you how it’s done”

His slow, methodical teasing has lulled me a bit, so I didn’t quit expect it when he shoves the crotch of my underwear aside and has two fingers in me so fast I gasp. I was fucking soaked already, the fabric sticky against my thigh. His fingers meet no resistance.

“See? He loves it.” He withdrew as fast as he’d penetrated me, leaving my hole disappointingly empty. I whimper loud enough for everyone to hear.

Daddy hopped off his stool and pulled my underwear off in a smooth, expert motion. “Go get on the coffee table like we practiced”

I nod and obey, making my way over to the sturdy reclaimed wood table that’s been pulled to the middle of the room & turned perpendicular to the couches. I sit on the narrow edge facing the seated crowd, lay down on my back across it, then prop my feet on the edge at either corner. It’s not quite a gynecologist’s table, but my audience has a view that’s just as exposed as I’d be in the stirrups. The wood is cool, but not cold—it’s warm here in the living room with so many people. I close my eyes against the ceiling light, and decide to focus on Daddy’s words and touch rather than scrutinize the faces of the men watching up. Soon, I feel his hand on my knee, gently spreading me wider.

I hold the pose after he lets go and takes two steps up to stand over my head, facing the audience from the far end of the table. “Let’s start with the anatomy lesson, shall we? You can all come closer to see if you want, guys in the front may wanna get down so we can have 2 rows. First the basics. When Andy here had top surgery, they were able to leave him some sensation in the nipples. Not all guys manage that, but it worked out for him. Still, his are less sensitive than you’d think—you can play a little rough before he yelps”

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