Gay sex with dominant Pakistani

I've always enjoyed a wide variety of sexual adventures, although when I was married, my wife wasn't quite as adventurous and broad minded as me. In her eyes, the most daring thing she'd ever done was to go out with no knickers one summers afternoon, and watch me have a wank in the woods.

However, when we divorced, my sexual world opened up an endless amount of adventure.

Once I'd found a flat, my first thoughts turned to cross dressing, and I went to a local supermarket, and added a few Paris of panties and stockings to my grocery shopping. These I wore around the flat, and occasionally went out wearing them under my jeans, sometimes even taking ,y jeans off in the car, and driving just in panties and stockings. At this point,it never went any further than that, but would always lead to a very pleasurable orgasm when I got home

My thoughts soon turned to sex with guys, I'd had a few encounters, but nothing more than wanking another guy and watching gay porn. I signed up to a gay dates website, but no luck there, and I went to some local cruising grounds but I was a little nervous, so didn't even get out of my car

Over the next few weeks, I carried on going to my local supermarket, and often found myself at the same checkout, which was manned by a young Pakistani guy. He was quite friendly, and we idly chatted as I packed away my shopping.

On my next visit, I went to his queue as usual, and as we chatted he quietly asked if I was gay.. My cheeks turned scarlet and I stammered "n...n...n..no," He smiled, and apologised for asking.. As he scanned the next few items, I brushed my hand against his,and said with A smile "but I am bi"

I'm never normally wrong, he said, would you like to meet up for a drink sometime? I blushed again, asked for a pen and wrote my number down...and signed it off with two kisses...how gay had I already become?

He phoned about two hours later, on his lunch break, and told me to pick him up at 7:30 at a local parade of shops, and that I had to wear some of the panties and stockings I had been buying.

I showered, and dressed in some pretty pale pink panties, and black holdups. I wore a shirt, a pair of jeans and lofas with no socks ( you could see my stockinged feet) my heart was racing as I drove to meet him, and I almost bottled out, but my erect cock kept me focused

He was wearing a black tee shirt and black tracky bottoms, and got in the car, leaned over and kissed my, like it was the most natural thing to do. He laughed at my embarrassment, and told me he didn't fancy a drink, but I should drive him to mine, and he'd see how I looked in my panties. By this point I just wanted to go home on my own, but was already in too deep

We got into my flat, and he said "well strip off then sissy"

I did as I was told and he looked and smiled " they should use you as a model for the panties" he said

He removed his tee shirts and tracky bottoms (no underwear) and told me to suck him off. Tentatively I put his erect cock in my mouth, as he held the back of my head and forced it down my throat...I gagged, he just laughed and called me a ******

Let's get those panties off, as I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before ( I didn't like to say I'd never been fucked before anyway) he put some lube on his gorgeous caramel coloured cock, told me to get on all fours like a dog, and forced his way into my virgin Arse. I gasped as the pain was quite bad, but it soon subsided into pleasure

He soon came, and with that, he said "drop me home of ******"

As I dropped him, he said he ring me whenever he wanted to fuck sissy ******.

The next time I was in the supermarket, he told me he'd given my number to a few colleagues, all Asian, and they would expect the same as id taken from him

Some days later, the phone calls started, but I'll write about that another time