wnytransylover
12-26-2006, 08:52 PM
Greetings board! This is my first posting , so let me tell you a little about myself. I am 21 years old, Black, and I currently reside in Buffalo, New York. I am also a student, and have been attracted to transwomen (and genetic or "normal" females) since I was 14 years old. Let me tell you about my holiday experience on 12/22/2006.
I had just got off of work at my temporary day labor place of employment, and after indulging in my daily luxury (cannabis, dro, perp, or whatever you want to call it), I got onto the Buffalo metro rail heading downtown from University station. as I got to Utica station (for those of you not from Buffalo, thats the "Black 'hood" station), a scrumptious dark chocolate shorty came onto the train and sat in the front, while I sat in the back, enjoying my THC induced state of euphoria. She was wearing the typical eastcoast teenage hoodrat essentials: nice, tight-ass jeans, a Baby Phat like hooded down jacket (you know the ones with the furry hoods), huge gold bangle earrings and cute girls-style Nike 1's. Although I consider my TRANSDAR to be near optimally functional, I still thought that this girl was a gg/normal female.
I usuall don't make a point of following strange females at nighttime and initiating conversation with them, and maybe it was the weed, but I felt a ravenous desire to talk to this shorty. I purposely missed my stop at theater station, (I have been staying at the Buffalo City Mission for a few months, and thats what makes this story even more incredible) and got off with her at Church station. She was walking fast, so I jogged to catch up with her, and started chatting her up. She told me she was born and raised in Buffalo, but was now living mostly in NYC, working (I later learned that evening as an escort), and would be in Buffalo just a few days, visiting family members for Christmas. I learned that I knew some of her freinds and cousins, also from Buffalo, and they were also trannies. I asked her what did she like to do for fun, did she smoke (weed) or drink, and she said of course. I askede her could I eat her pussy, she said she didn't have one, and without missing a beat I then said "I'll just have to suck your dick before I bang that ass out". She laughed, and said challengingly "I bet you don't even have a big dick", so I offered to show her in a nearby parking garage, since we couldn't go in the mens bathroom, and I couldn't go in the womens bathroom. When we got to a secluded corner of the parking garage, I pulled it out and she said "nice". We walked outside to the sidewalk , and i walked behind her, since I still had my dick out. I told her to grab and fondle it, and she reached under my hoodie and did exactly that for a good 10 seconds.
Anyways, I invited her to share the rest of my L and another bag with me, and she invited me back to her motel room. while we were smoking and talking, some of her clients called. I learned she charges $100 half hour, $150 an hour for her services. She also told me the other reason that she was in Buffalo: to find and reconcile with her ex-boyfriend. She showed his picture, I paid little attention and instead focused my attention on her. She said she didn't like jumping in to bed with near-strangers, but made an offer to jerk me off since I already had my pants down with a full erection, while we were sitting on the edge of her bed, smoking the L. I accepted the offer and she told me to lie down, and she climbed on top, straddeled my knees, grabbed my dick and began jerking it. She asked me "did I want to suck her titties" and I obliged her. I could tell that they were natural/hormone grown, not implants, and licked them for a few minutes, then took the whole perky little cute breasts into my mouth and began sucking them. She started moaning ecstatically, I moved up to her neck and she began moaning even louder and jerking even harder and faster. I came in her in her hands, and instead of felling the often accompanying am I gay/transphobic regret, I felt incredibly at ease with her laying her arms. She then went and got some wet wipes and handed them to me. As I cleaned myself off in her bathroom, I watched her out of the corner of my eye, as she dressed, and she smiled at me. She gave me, a poor broke semi-homeless college student something for free that she charges the pasty white, out-of-shape rich oafs that she services $150. Free. I love being Black and athletic.
When I made motions to leave, she demanded that I take the train back downtown with her so that she could look for her ex-boyfriend. Out of sheer curiosity, I asked what was his name and asked her to show me his picture again. Lo and behold, I recognized the guy. He and his brother were both staying at the mission. I had smoked weed with them once. When I said i knew her ex and his brother (who she was also fucking with on the side), she begged me to tell her where he was, and I reluctantly told her he was staying st the mission and she wanted me to acompany her there. She asked me why I didn't check in at the missions curfew time (it was about 8:30pm and curfew is 7:00pm, I told her that I didn't have to, I don't live there that I just go there to hang out and maintain street contacts (my real reason for being able to come in late is that I had a job, and I told mission staff that I work odd and sometimes late hours). I showed my late pass, checked in and she walked in and inquired at the check-in window about her ex's residency at the mission. He refused to come out of the sleeping area once I notified him of her presence at the shelter, but his brother did come out, met with her, and they walked off together somewhere in the direction of the nightclub district. Neither her ex or his brother knew that i knew that she is transsexual, nor of our tryst. Today, some of the other guys staying at the shelter started saying that they suspected her to be trans, and they knew the guy she was came to see, and started accussing him of being gay. I spoke out and explained that like in jail, a man's business is his business.
I had just got off of work at my temporary day labor place of employment, and after indulging in my daily luxury (cannabis, dro, perp, or whatever you want to call it), I got onto the Buffalo metro rail heading downtown from University station. as I got to Utica station (for those of you not from Buffalo, thats the "Black 'hood" station), a scrumptious dark chocolate shorty came onto the train and sat in the front, while I sat in the back, enjoying my THC induced state of euphoria. She was wearing the typical eastcoast teenage hoodrat essentials: nice, tight-ass jeans, a Baby Phat like hooded down jacket (you know the ones with the furry hoods), huge gold bangle earrings and cute girls-style Nike 1's. Although I consider my TRANSDAR to be near optimally functional, I still thought that this girl was a gg/normal female.
I usuall don't make a point of following strange females at nighttime and initiating conversation with them, and maybe it was the weed, but I felt a ravenous desire to talk to this shorty. I purposely missed my stop at theater station, (I have been staying at the Buffalo City Mission for a few months, and thats what makes this story even more incredible) and got off with her at Church station. She was walking fast, so I jogged to catch up with her, and started chatting her up. She told me she was born and raised in Buffalo, but was now living mostly in NYC, working (I later learned that evening as an escort), and would be in Buffalo just a few days, visiting family members for Christmas. I learned that I knew some of her freinds and cousins, also from Buffalo, and they were also trannies. I asked her what did she like to do for fun, did she smoke (weed) or drink, and she said of course. I askede her could I eat her pussy, she said she didn't have one, and without missing a beat I then said "I'll just have to suck your dick before I bang that ass out". She laughed, and said challengingly "I bet you don't even have a big dick", so I offered to show her in a nearby parking garage, since we couldn't go in the mens bathroom, and I couldn't go in the womens bathroom. When we got to a secluded corner of the parking garage, I pulled it out and she said "nice". We walked outside to the sidewalk , and i walked behind her, since I still had my dick out. I told her to grab and fondle it, and she reached under my hoodie and did exactly that for a good 10 seconds.
Anyways, I invited her to share the rest of my L and another bag with me, and she invited me back to her motel room. while we were smoking and talking, some of her clients called. I learned she charges $100 half hour, $150 an hour for her services. She also told me the other reason that she was in Buffalo: to find and reconcile with her ex-boyfriend. She showed his picture, I paid little attention and instead focused my attention on her. She said she didn't like jumping in to bed with near-strangers, but made an offer to jerk me off since I already had my pants down with a full erection, while we were sitting on the edge of her bed, smoking the L. I accepted the offer and she told me to lie down, and she climbed on top, straddeled my knees, grabbed my dick and began jerking it. She asked me "did I want to suck her titties" and I obliged her. I could tell that they were natural/hormone grown, not implants, and licked them for a few minutes, then took the whole perky little cute breasts into my mouth and began sucking them. She started moaning ecstatically, I moved up to her neck and she began moaning even louder and jerking even harder and faster. I came in her in her hands, and instead of felling the often accompanying am I gay/transphobic regret, I felt incredibly at ease with her laying her arms. She then went and got some wet wipes and handed them to me. As I cleaned myself off in her bathroom, I watched her out of the corner of my eye, as she dressed, and she smiled at me. She gave me, a poor broke semi-homeless college student something for free that she charges the pasty white, out-of-shape rich oafs that she services $150. Free. I love being Black and athletic.
When I made motions to leave, she demanded that I take the train back downtown with her so that she could look for her ex-boyfriend. Out of sheer curiosity, I asked what was his name and asked her to show me his picture again. Lo and behold, I recognized the guy. He and his brother were both staying at the mission. I had smoked weed with them once. When I said i knew her ex and his brother (who she was also fucking with on the side), she begged me to tell her where he was, and I reluctantly told her he was staying st the mission and she wanted me to acompany her there. She asked me why I didn't check in at the missions curfew time (it was about 8:30pm and curfew is 7:00pm, I told her that I didn't have to, I don't live there that I just go there to hang out and maintain street contacts (my real reason for being able to come in late is that I had a job, and I told mission staff that I work odd and sometimes late hours). I showed my late pass, checked in and she walked in and inquired at the check-in window about her ex's residency at the mission. He refused to come out of the sleeping area once I notified him of her presence at the shelter, but his brother did come out, met with her, and they walked off together somewhere in the direction of the nightclub district. Neither her ex or his brother knew that i knew that she is transsexual, nor of our tryst. Today, some of the other guys staying at the shelter started saying that they suspected her to be trans, and they knew the guy she was came to see, and started accussing him of being gay. I spoke out and explained that like in jail, a man's business is his business.