Of Course. But My Wife Has Shown Me How To Do It From The Front, Spin It Around, Run My Arms Through

Yes, another easy $18,500! I could have done better Barrack but I ran out of choices!

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If you love trans, can I get a reblog?

Bob, my golfing buddy/orthopedic surgeon buddy, sat on the corner of his desk, looking down at me sitting in his comfortable wing chair. I was wearing nothing but a thong and my sandals.  Two things were obvious:  my hard cock was filling up my blue lacey thong and the head of it was poking out from the top of the stretched elastic, and secondly, Bob was looking at my cock while he explained why I was having lower back pain, but not until he asked about my thong.

“Where on earth did you find women’s panties to fit your crotch?”

I explained they were actually men’s thongs and I told him how I met the two Danish couples on St. Croix and how they turned me onto thongs a few years previously.  And how I partied and played with them for about 4 years.  I didn’t go into a lot of detail, but Bob read accurately between the lines.

“So, you just got naked with the old man and changed into his swimsuit while he and his wife stood there and admired your body?  Did you know you were gay or bisexual before that meeting?”

I explained my history in short and although he was shocked to find out about my sexuality, he was fine with it.  “No problem TD.  We’re non-judgmental here.  I don’t care if you’re gay or straight or yellow or black.  You’re my patient and that’s all I care about.  Everything you tell me or share with me stays in this office.  I’ll call you later this week once I get an MRI set up for you and we’ll go from there, but first things first.”

The surgeon said, “I need to send you to physical therapy.  Do you have a problem with Nash? I can try to get you in right now if you’re not in a rush to get back to work.”

I did not have a problem with Nash.  He was a noted physical therapist about the same age as Bob and me, we all three belonged to the same country club, sent all our kids to the same Catholic school, and he was one hell of a good tennis player.  Historically one of the best three men players in our club.  He always came off as a bit feminine, but his effeminate ways faded away once he got on a tennis court.  And he, along with his therapy practice, happened to be a personal client of the firm in which I was a partner.

“No, I like Nash.  I’ve never been to PT before, but he would normally have been my choice of therapist if you’d leave it up to me.  And I’ve got nowhere to go for the next 3 hours so the sooner the better.”

“Good.  I asked if Nash would be okay because he comes off as a bit of a sissy to some folks, and that’s a turn off to some.  But don’t let his meek and mild ways fool you.  His hands are like bricks, and he gives by far the best orthopedic massages of anyone in the city.  And that’s what you need right now, along with an exercise regimen to start getting the curvature back in your spine to relieve some pressure on those lumbar discs.”

Bob picked up the phone and had Nash on the line in just a couple minutes.

“Nash, can you work TD in for a massage while we have him in the Med Center area, and get him started on a McKenzie regimen for lower back?”

“Absolutely.  Can he walk over or is he in too much pain?”

“No, he’s handling the pain well and can walk over right now.  He’ll see you after he gets dressed.”

I got dressed and apologized to Bob for mistakenly wearing a thong instead of some briefs or boxers to a physical exam.  That was stupid on my part, but Bob was totally understanding.

I walked over to the PT Clinic a block away and was immediately escorted into a room with a massage table.  The therapist said, “Mr. TD, Nash will be right with you.  Strip to your drawers and lay face down with your head in this donut, and Nash will be here in a couple minutes.”

I did as I was told and my cock started getting hard again, knowing my exposed ass was up in the air with the string tight against my hole.  In just a couple minutes, the door opened and I heard Nash gasp, “Holy shit TD, what in the fuck are you wearing baby?  Looks like you wanted to make it easy for Daddy to give you the kind of massage I specialize in.”

I swear, my ass and my cock started leaking at the same time.  Back pain was the last thing on my mind.

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Well it’s more like 40 years since I stopped wearing boxers and went exclusively to feminine panties or the least masculine thongs I can find.

I've worn them a lot over the years, including cross country flights. But only a few people have noticed, and only a couple were interested. I rewarded them of course.

Indeed!!!! Love to look like her, be like her, if I could go back to about her age. I can barely imagine the cock she must have always around her and inside her. What a dream?

if you r into incest what family members regardless of age do you want?

The initial attraction was my mother, grandmother, and aunt and those attractions lasted into my late 20's. It may have lasted longer had they decided to be sexually active in their later years.

It became obvious to me that I was bisexual around age 9, although I had no clue what that meant, only that I liked both sexes and I was sexually active with other boys my age. The attraction and interaction with my father was very limited because of his fear of his own sexuality issues I think, and he was pretty dismissive of what was going on sexually in the rest of the house.

I just know I would be getting cock every chance I could.

Enjoying this position in the late 70's and all the 80's probably caused me to miss a couple hundred business meetings and the ability to retire 10 years earlier. Worth every drop of sweet cum I swallowed though!