Shemale Porn

Nowadays, I masturbate exclusively to shemale porn. Like most guys, I started out reading, then watching, straight pornography. Sure, there was the titillation of happening across a cross-dressing tale in the glossy flesh mags, but they were for a ‘straight’ readership, and didn’t quite scratch that itch for me. Nonetheless, it really doesn’t take much to tip an excited teenager over the edge as far as mucky literature is concerned, and conventional pornographic tales more than sufficed, helping to spill many a teenage load over the pages of ‘Mayfair’ and ‘Fiesta’! But it was at my local toilets that I found what truly aroused me, and boring soft and hardcore heterosexual porn was never going to be the same after setting eyes upon the tantalizing imagery and filthy tales that were plastered all over the establishment!

The first time I encountered the sight of several well drawn transvestites sucking and being fucked by some equally well defined cocks, I immediately got hard. Then reading the tales etched onto the back of the cubicle doors in Biro and permanent marker, tipped me over the edge. I had to wank my aching, engorged prick, and came quickly as my mind was filled with the images of these girls who were sporting something extra! Of course, this ignited my fascination to at least sample a cock for myself, and I was not disappointed with the ensuing experiences. I would get to savour several local guys cocks, all of whom were of a more senior vintage, as well as travelling further afield for anonymous random encounters. But, at my local cottage, there was always the hint of some TV fun to be had, with discarded cum covered lingerie stuffed behind the cistern, and fresh tales of cross-dressing exploits scrawled on the backs of the doors. Unfortunately for me, I was never lucky enough to come across (pardon the pun) a horny CD or tranny in the stalls.

By the time I was in my thirties, cottaging had lost it’s lustre, and I felt I had gotten it out of my system.