My men

Hello.

I'm a guy. It all started when I was a student. Somehow, I felt a desire inside for something like that, and so I started looking at ads. I met a man; he was about 15 years older than me. We met, sat in a cafe, he was talking—I don't even remember about what anymore. Then he invited me to a friend's house. His friend turned out to be just like us. We went to take a bath, but nothing happened with him, and we went home. A few days later, he called me and invited me to another friend's place. I came, we sat, they were drinking. We talked, and my friend started coming onto me in front of him. I didn't mind. The friend suggested sleeping. He made a bed for us on the bed and lay down on the floor next to it. My friend, named A, again couldn't—he was drunk and fell asleep. I really wanted affection. The friend lying on the floor started touching my hands. And I lay there motionless. Then he asked if I was asleep; I said no. He suggested lying next to him. I lay down, and we started kissing. Then he suggested going out into the hallway so my friend wouldn't hear. And in the hallway, he made a bed for us, and that's when I realized I liked receiving pleasure from men. The first time and my first man. After that, we started meeting; he taught me how it should be and how to do it. I was with him for about two years. Then we drifted apart. After these meetings, I had already become a girl. Started wearing women's clothes. My second man was Oleg; he was also about ten years older than me. We were together everywhere. The last few times we had sex at a tire repair shop where he worked. He would close the shop; he had a room there. I would undress, my pale butt and body, and he would caress me with his worker's hands, covered in grease. That's when I realized there are uncircumcised penises too, and it excited me. Then I met an older man; he was 62, named Ivan. The first time I went to his house, we talked, drank tea. I suggested we continue our acquaintance; he didn't mind. We kissed standing up; he took off my clothes, then I did. And when he was in his underwear, with a huge erection sticking out, I got scared. But I didn't stop because I wanted to try him. He was a great lover, caressed me, kissed me everywhere, and my penis. When he entered me, it always hurt a lot. We were together for six months. Then I met a man, 59 years old, Rustem. Also with a big size. At our first meeting, he told me, "I love not pulling out, changing positions." And that's exactly what happened when we met; he had me without pulling out. We were also together for about six months. After that, I met a young guy; somehow, I wasn't used to meeting someone younger than me, but he insisted on meeting. I met him; he was very affectionate, gentle, and had me for so long that I couldn't take it anymore under him. I rested because my hole hurt so much. We met for about 3 months. Then, somehow, I was in the village with a relative herding sheep. We went out to a quiet field. And I took off my shoes and socks. He was sitting opposite me, and somehow my feet ended up between his legs. He stood up and started herding the sheep away. I realized he was mine))). I took off my jeans, put on stockings, and met him lying on my stomach, lifting one leg in stockings and a T-shirt. He stood there, then said my legs were like a girl's, hairless. I said if you want, you can touch. He touched, then somehow quickly took off his pants, and I heard him spitting on his penis, then on my hole, spreading my legs—I was still lying on my stomach. I told him not to rush, and I didn't have time to say about a condom before he entered me; I squealed very loudly, and it hurt terribly. I had never been in so much pain when entered by larger sizes, much bigger than his. I always used protection. After about ten thrusts, I felt warmth and hot liquid. He suddenly stood aside, and I saw his hairy penis, and his semen was dripping. But so much of his semen dripped from me—it was awful. I washed with water, wiped with a tissue, put on my jeans, sat down, and felt my wet jeans, and it was still running; I thought to myself, how much did he pour into me)). And after that, I didn't talk to him; he avoids me, and I guess I do too. Now I'm sitting here remembering my men. I haven't been intimate with a guy for about two years now((. I miss the affection and the feeling when they entered.