Metamorphosis Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Metamorphosis Pt. 01 by Mist2Rain,Mist2Rain
I passed through airport security and strolled down the aisle to Gate 35. I had flown many times for business and for pleasure, but this was the first time that my destination was not to a place, but to a person.

I’d never met Jason before, but we had corresponded and spoken many times over the past several years. I was wearing the white silk panties he had sent and asked me to wear. It was sexy to receive them and arousing to slip them on. Now I was feeling a bit silly and very thankful that I wasn’t stripped searched at security.

It was thirty minutes prior to boarding and I took this time to reflect on how I ended up here.

I believe that life comes in sections, with many stages between birth and death. For simplicity, I’ve split the stages of my life into decades.

The first decade was uncomplicated and filled with fun and friends. The second decade was the most chaotic, with extremes in ups and downs. Ages twenty to thirty were oriented to career and relationships. Between thirty and forty, children came along and life as I knew it changed. In my forties, career and family were priorities and I was still on the upward slope of my life.

I reached the summit in my fifties and had the time to reflect on what was and what might have been. This is the decade that reality and fantasy became more a part of my life.

Humans are sexual beings and my sexual realities in the second decade of life were confusing. I loved the female form and a firm rounded butt was a sight to behold. I never was attracted to guys, but on several occasions I slept over with a friend who touched my cock and I touched his.

Sexuality was new to me and although the physical touching felt great, I knew that keeping it a secret would be in my best interests. I looked forward to our sleepovers, knowing that I would masturbate him and that I would feel the intense pleasure of orgasms when he masturbated me. I loved to see him spurt and he seemed to be quite happy that I hadn’t been able to do that.

In my late teens, I had one sexual encounter with another guy and it involved him sucking me. Although it felt wonderful, I wasn’t able to cum. Guilt won out over pleasure and my sexual life with males was put on the back burner. My life would certainly have been different if I had sucked him, but that wasn’t in the cards for me.

In my forties, I discovered internet porn. Photos in magazines took a distant second to videos of guys and girls in the act. Seeing a girl sucking a cock and being fucked was such a turn on and the wired world became a huge hit in my books.

After a while of looking at intercourse, my view on what was hot was morphing into something I never thought possible. Instead of imagining being the guy thrusting into the girl, I began to imagine what it would be like to be her. How did it feel to have a cock slip into my pussy? What would it feel like to have a cock spurt cumm deep inside me?

My thoughts on oral sex changed as well. I no longer wanted to be the guy, having my cock licked and sucked. I wanted to be the girl, licking the man’s cock and feeling his hot seed cover my face.

I no longer wanted to be a guy. I wanted long hair, shapely breasts, curved thighs and soft pouty pussy lips. Being on all fours, guiding a cock into me was my guiding thoughts in my nightly masturbation ritual. My frustration grew as I realized I wanted to be a woman and not a man.

As I reached the mid-point of my fifties, I had to admit that fantasies are nice, but reality has to be accepted. It was at that point that I began to imagine sucking a cock, not as a female, but as the male I was.

I was fascinated with the thought of sucking a cock. How it would look, how smooth the skin would be and how hot it would be to the touch. It is difficult to put a label on my sexuality and in the end it really didn’t matter. I became entirely comfortable with the thought of sucking another man’s cock and wanting nothing in return.

I joined a bisexual chat forum and came across a guy who responded very thoughtfully to several of the posts. He was dominant and his writings showed him to be very reflective, informative and courteous. He seemed to be the kind of guy I imagined in my fantasies and we began to share e-mails.

My initial impression of him was reinforced by our correspondence. He is a dominant that appreciates and understands a submissive. There are many ‘want-a-be’ doms that don’t understand the dynamics that surround a Dominant/submissive relationship and he wasn’t one of those.

I would have jumped at the chance to meet him, but I was married and he lived at one end of the country and I lived at the other. I wouldn’t cheat on my wife and the distance between us was probably a blessing.

Several years passed and my desire to meet Jason ebbed and flowed. Imagining his uncut cock was probably like a drug addict imagining needles and a poppy field. He was my drug of choice and my willpower to not fly out and meet him was tested many times.

That changed when my wife passed away. One month she was healthy and happy and the next month she was bed-ridden with cancer. The end came quickly and so did the life I had known for so long.

Months passed and as the grieving process subsided, thoughts of my sexuality grew. Jason was very understanding and the main roadblock of being married was no longer there. Submitting to Jason was a safe fantasy because I was certain it would never happen. Now, it was possible to meet him and turn fantasy into reality.

I had a burning desire to suck his cock and to be penetrated by him and he had a strong desire to be sucked by another male and to breed him. It was easy to tell him how much I wanted to suck his cock when I knew that in all likelihood it wouldn’t happen. But in our recent calls, we spoke of meeting, with specific dates. No longer was it pretend, it was real.

We were compatible in so many ways and liked a lot of the same things. We both enjoyed hiking, camping and the outdoors. Sexually, he is very ‘manly’ and I’m the opposite – ‘womanly’. Our erotic chats had primarily been about oral, but that changed to oral and intercourse. When he spoke of breeding me, my temperature would rise and my pulse would flutter.

He said he loved his wife, but had a strong desire to have a male wife. I thought that was weird when he first mentioned it, but I found myself masturbating to the thought of him breeding me and making me his wife. The image of him cuming inside me made my orgasms more powerful than ever.

The time had come for me to decide whether I really could do the things I had imagined. When Jason and I had first spoke, I expressed my desire to suck a cock, but had no thoughts of kissing another man. Now I was ending my emails to him with Best Wishes and Kisses and Hugs. The thought of a kiss was so gross in the beginning, but now I imagined him leaning towards me and brushing his lips against mine.

I had changed and it frightened and thrilled me.

We arranged to meet for a week in June and reality smacked me hard when I opened a small package and saw the black panties with a note embossed in gold. “Sweetheart. You’ve been in a cocoon for so long and I know the butterfly that you are destined to be. Wear these for me and more importantly, wear them for you. Kisses … Jason. PS. Dreams do come true.”

I became more apprehensive as the plane crossed the country and began its descent. I had dreamed about this trip so many times and now the reality was hitting me like a slap in the face. Each minute was taking me closer to a destiny that was uncertain and confusing.

The plane taxied to the terminal and I was the last to exit the airplane. Jason had arranged to meet me at the airport and we would spend the week in his cabin. Although my brain was sending signals of trepidation, my cock was twitching and rubbing against the smooth silk.

I stepped on the escalator down to the luggage circle and noticed Jason standing near a cement pillar. He was in his mid-fifties, tall with shimmering strawberry blonde hair. His tan and the size of his arms showed he worked many hours physically and outdoors. He was a handsome guy and I did want to see his cock for real, but I had no idea what I would do if he wanted to kiss me.

Jason smiled when he saw me and I couldn’t help but smile and blush back. It’s strange to tell a guy you want to suck his cock, but its alot stranger coming face to face with him. We shook hands and I was relieved to see how genuinely happy he was to see me.

I grabbed my suitcase and we walked through the parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the mountains and if there was a time to turn back, this was it.

“I’m really glad you came,” Jason said.

“It’s nice to see you. For the longest time I never thought this would happen and even now it doesn’t seem quite real.”

Jason replied. “Paul. I never thought we would meet and I had to pinch myself in the airport, just to make sure this was real.”

As I sat in the car my cheeks began to warm. “Some of the things I had written and spoke about are so embarrassing now. Plus I still haven’t come to terms on the depth of my ‘female’ side.”

Jason smiled. “We’ve always been a mirror image of each other. I’m a top and you’re a bottom. I want a man who craves to be feminized and you want a man who is aroused by that.”

My cheeks blazed red and the warmth was enough to fry an egg.

“By the way. Are you wearing the panties I sent?” Jason asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded yes.

“And you’re getting aroused, aren’t you,” he stated.

I nodded again.

“Say it. Tell me.”

“Yes, I’m getting aroused,” I said.

He slid his hand over my cock and the blood rushed hardness into it.

“Paul. I love your feminine side and I’ve made it clear that I want to take your maleness away. If you are certain you want this, take your case and place it in an airport locker. I will be in charge of what you wear, or don’t wear this week.”

I’d imagined being a cross dresser and imagined having a complete sex change, but until now it had been a safe fantasy. I bit my lower lip, praying for a sign of what to do. Without realizing it, I placed my case in the locker and walked back to the car.

“Good girl,” Jason said.

Now take off your shirt and slip on this top. The top was sheer silk, light pink and the buttons were on the wrong side.

“In some of your e-mails, you signed your name as Leah. It’s a lovely name and it suits you perfectly. From now on, I will call you Leah, or other things as well.” He laughed. “I will not call you Paul. Now, slip off your shoes, socks and pants and place them in the back seat.”

I was left in panties and top and my cock felt like a turtle’s head that had retreated to its shell.

We sped down the highway and I turned to Jason. “I like the top. I like how it makes me feel.”

“It’s time to embrace the true you.”

***

We quickly left the city and entered the country. British Columbia is a province of sheer beauty and I contemplated on making it my home. We wound our way through a sea of green forests and followed the road alongside a fast moving river. Jason turned onto a dirt road and it curved in a snake like pattern for miles.

I noticed a sign up ahead – “Okanagan LGBT Nudist Camp.”

“This is the one you own?” I asked.

“Yes, along with my brother and sister.” Jason paused. “You can see the lake off to the right. The camp is on one side of the lake and my cabin is on the opposite side. We’re about ten minutes away.”

I had spent a day at a nudist camp and was surprised how quickly my embarrassment disappeared and how natural it felt to be nude. I did enjoy seeing women’s breasts and the parts of men that is usually hidden. I was afraid that I would get aroused, but luckily that never happened. However, I did masturbate that night to the image of a guy I had seen by the pool. His cock was uncut and that definitely was my preference.

The road curved to the right and part of the lake lay before us. Gentle ripples flowed over it and looked so inviting.

The cottage was a log house and it looked amazing. A porch ran along the length of the cottage, which had large windows on the left and right and a huge window above the door that reached up to the second floor.

“It looks better than the pictures you sent,” I said.

We stepped out of the car and he took my hand. “The only thing this place has been missing is you,” he said.

I blushed and leaned into him. “That is so sweet of you to say.”

He gave me the grand tour and our last stop was the kitchen.

“Are you hungry,” he asked.

“One thing about me, I’m always hungry.”

“There are tomatoes and cheese in the fridge. I would love a sandwich.”

“Sure,” I said and he stepped outside while I made lunch.

We sat on wooden chairs and watched a pair of loons on the water.

“You make an awesome sandwich,” he said.

“You’re welcome, it was my pleasure.”

He turned towards me. “I need to go over some things. After lunch we will shower and as you agreed in our correspondence, I will shave the hair off your chest, legs and crotch.”

I remember agreeing to that and it was so easy to say yes then, but now it was real.

“I will not force you to do anything and urge you to let me know if you are uncomfortable with anything we are doing. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, I understand.”

“After our shower, the only clothes you will wear are the ones I ask you to wear. If you are cold, tell me and I will provide something for you. Now, slip off your panties, bring the dishes to the kitchen and come back.”

I stood and slipped my fingers under the band of the panties and pulled them down. My cock was semi-hard.

“You are a horny bitch.” He lightly slapped my bare bottom. “Now do as your told and take the dishes to the kitchen.”

When I returned, he was walking from the car with several shopping bags. I was so curious, but he kept the bags closed and just grinned when I tried to look inside.

“Shower time, Leah. Start the water and take off your top and I will join you in a moment.”

I prepared the shower, ensuring the water wasn’t too hot or cold. When it was just right, I slipped off my top and waited. I never thought this moment would arrive when I would be naked with another man. Up until now it was a safe fantasy. Was I ready to touch another man and take him in my mouth for real?

My thoughts evaporated into the mist when Jason entered.

“I would like you to take my clothes off.”

I unbuttoned his top button and slowly worked my way down. My fingers trembled slightly and a few times they brushed against the hair on his chest. He didn’t have alot of hair and I was pleased about that. A bit of hair is one thing, but guys that looked like gorillas was another.

I slipped his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans and lowered his zipper. I smiled at the sight of his bulge, knowing that he was as aroused as I was.

He stepped out of his jeans and was left standing in a pair of tight black boxers. “Kneel, my little slut.”

A strand of shimmering precum dripped from my slit as I lowered to my knees.

“Nuzzle and breathe in my scent,” he said.

I leaned and my nose rubbed along the inside of his leg. I drew in a long breath, taking in his light, musky scent.

“Pretend you are a dog, drawing in your Master’s scent.”

I sniffed one side of him and then the other. The scent was subtle and unique. Each breath sent me floating as if I were riding on a fluffy, white cloud.

“Good, girl. Now pull my boxers down.”

I freed his cock and felt the power and heat that exuded from it. His foreskin completely covered the head and a surge of desire to slip my lips around it was so overpowering that I started to shake.

“Leah! Don’t you dare,” Jason said.

Words cannot even suggest the desire within me to take his cock into my mouth. Except for his cock and balls, nothing seemed to exist. In that moment, I realized the enormity of my craving for his cock.

His fingers slipped under my chin and he tilted my head. Our eyes joined in a pairing of understanding.

“Are you going to be my cocksucker, Leah?”

At the moment the word yes slipped from my lips, my cock spurted over and over again. I held onto his legs as the last spasms of ecstasy flowed through my hardness.

“Naughty girl. Lick up the mess you caused.”

I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve tasted my cumm, each time thinking it was gross. I leaned down, licking up every drop.

– To Be Continued.