Male - open for all (Bi, Male on Male)

You straighten your shirt collar and ring the bell for today’s appointment. It opens fast, as usual you’re eagerly anticipated. The woman opening for you is wearing a black dress, tight, knee length, a neckline letting you get a good hint of her breasts. Sexy but not slutty. According to her profile she’s pushing 40. She might pass for early 30s, supported by the the moderate but effective make-up she wears.

“Alexander. Hello. Thank you for coming.”

You nod smilingly.

“It’s my pleasure.”

She kisses your cheek.

“Business first?”

You nod again.

“I’d appreciate that.”

She takes her purse and counts 300 into your hand that you put away with a nod.

“Thank you.”

You follow her into the house. Quite a nice one. Big, roomy, tastefully decorated. Definitely expensive.

In the living room, her husband awaits: beard, some streaks of grey in his hair. Black Jeans and dark red dress shirt. That might cover a slight belly, but if so it does it well. You assume his wife picked the clothes. From your experience this type of men would rather dress in every day causal to deny this is anything special or in a suit and tie to celebrate the occasion. It's usually women who got the hand for the most convenient amount of dressing up. You shake his hand – definitely don’t want to swamp him with too much intimacy at your first conversation. He looks awkward, a little embarrassed as he takes it. But not scared or timid. That's good. You flash him your warmest smile and he returns it a little shyly.

You take a seat in an armchair across from the couch where she sits down looking at her husband.

“Why don't’ you get us a drink, honey? What would you like {first_name_male]?”

“A glass of wine if you have some.”

“Red?”

You nod.

“We still have a bottle of the ‘08 Claret we've had with the Jensons last weekend. I'll have some too.”

He nods and leaven for the kitchen, obviously happy to have something to do.

She smiles at you.

“He’s a little nervous."

”Understandable. When did you tell him about me?"

"About an your ago at dinner. He denied everything first, but he also was…”

She giggles.

"Relieved that you know? Excited that you talked about it openly.”

She nods.

“That’s good. I’m not usually a fan of this kind of surpri…”

He comes back, with two wine glasses held by the stem in one hand and a bottle of beer – pricey imported stuff - for himself. He sits down and takes a big gulp. As does his wife from her wine. You take a little sip and toast to him.

“Happy Birthday. The big 4-0, huh?”

“Yeah… Couldn't avoid it.”

He nervously combs with his hand through his hair, maybe subconsciously thinking about the first grey streaks.

“Well, I for one like mature men. You make a sexy 40 year old.”

You take another sip before putting it down on the small table next to you. You see him blush, a condition getting much worse as you...

“And you got such a lovely loving wife giving you such a generous gift!”

She giggles.

“So… The fact that we're all her tells me you're at least considering it.”

He does nothing. Silence is a loud confirmation in this case.

“Have you ever been with a man?”

He takes another big gulp.

“N... not really…”

You smile. You know the phrasing by now, you heard many way to express the same state of affairs in the year since you turned back into a man and begun to explore the side of your sexuality that was hidden under a layer of toxic masculinity before. And it was, you are comfortable to be honest with yourself. Your love for cocks didn't start the second you became a woman, it just was allowed to be freed.

“But…?”

“Well… In college I experimented – some…”

“But no sex?”

He shakes his head,

“Just… petting… kissing… ma..masturbating with my room-mate.”

You nod and smile warmly.

His wife giggles.

“But what I found on his computer let’s me think he wants a LOT more than that.”

You nod again at her.

“Only gay porn?”

She smirks.

“No. Women, too, thankfully. I’d be a little worried if in thought I had married a closeted gay man. A bisexual husband I can live with. I’d love to live with, actually.”

“You have a great supportive wife, you know. You're a lucky man!”

He gulps.

“I guess.”

“You do. I have a lot of male clients who hide their bisexuality form their wives. Not healthy, on the long run.”

You smile at his wife.

“You were explicitly looking for a bisexual ma on KinseyScaleDating. You want to join in?”

She shrugs.

“Maybe. Eventually. I’ll see how much I - enjoy the evening. I’ll leave you to him for now.”

“Then maybe we should switch places!”

She gets up and sits in the armchair while you sit down on the couch next to her husband. With a big gulp he empties his beer bottle.

“No need to be nervous, we won't do anything you don't want. And we start nice and easy with things you already know."

You put a hand on the man’s cheek, lean forward and kiss him. His beard is scratchy, but you don't mind that – it could have been a very unusual sensation had your first time with a man be AS a man, but somehow you got used to scratch kisses as a woman. And now you like them. Really do. He freezes as your lips touch his and you keep the kisses chaste on his closed lips until he finds the courage to open them then enter his mouth with your tongue and french him, gently, teasing first, then more hungry, passionately and you feel his tongue's reaction, massaging yours.

He sinks back into the couch and relaxes, accepts you taking the lead and do you it, open the buttons of his shirt as you let your hand slide down – yes, a little belly, but you like some curves on a man - open the button of his jeans and let your hand slide onto his pants. He gasps and you lets your hand rest on his cock for while, doing nothing. Until you feel it react to the touch and grow into your hand. You free it from the underwear and jeans and begin to gently caress it. It's bigger than yours. Most cocks you encountered are, as a woman as well as in the months afterwards.

Which isn't a problem. Not any more. As a man in the old days you handled your shortcoming by lying to yourself calling it a good average. Which of course did nothing on the women who saw it and knew the truth. And lying to yourself meant you didn't even bother to think about how to make the most of it.

When you were Lexi, your attitude toward it was quite the polar opposite. You thought back to your tiny cock scornfully, mocking As if the cock was to blame for you own inability to live with it. You are glad that attitude didn't make you denounce your cock forever. You DO miss having a pussy at times, female orgasm and sex were, if you're honest, superior to what you get as man, but you also like your cock, small as it may be. You learned there are quite some good uses to it.

You actually advertise it in your profile on the app. And Honesty pays. Experienced men and women who hire you look for a bottom, a position you learned to love as a woman and dutifully take as a man. And less experienced clients like these two find your shortcoming - inoffensive. Non-threatening. You assume one of the reasons she picked you today is not to intimidate or humiliate her hubby with a cock larger than his own his fist time with a man.

You enjoy the feeling of the man’s cock in your palm, you are very grateful for your week as woman, letting your explore and experience your love for cocks without shame or inhibition. You learned a lot back then you still use everything you learned now as man, enjoying it just as much as you did when you were a woman.

The cock in your hand enjoys it, too, your client moans into your kiss, his dick twitching eagerly.

“Ready for some new experiences, birthday boy?”

He breathes heavily and nods. You wink at his wife, watching you intensely and you kiss down his chest, his belly and then begin teasing his circumcised cock. Kiss the head, lick down the shaft, pull down his pants down to free his balls and take them in your mouth sucking on them. Making him groan. He loves that. You lick them some more before getting back to the cock towering over your face. You kiss it, take the glans between your lips and move your tongue over fist slowly, as you lick the small hole, the let it slide deeper and deeper into your throat.

You take your time when you notice he has good stamina - of course the last months you have developed quite effective ways to make a man last longer, but you're pretty sure he won't need tricks. His wife next to you begins masturbating to the sight of you licking her husband for a long while, easily overcoming every wall of inhibition he might have had against giving in to his secret urges and making out with another man.

Eventually you stand up, begin to slowly undress, your shirt falls to the floor and your pants follow suit.

You’ve been working out a little in the last months. You’re not a Greek statue, but you’re body wouldn’t be called scrawny any more. Lean and wiry, more likely. Your profile pic in the app is in the market of non threatening but attractive in a boyish way. You wax all your body hair, pubes included. And are well aware that it’s a bit ironic that you now have less body hair than you had as a woman. But the bush you cultivated in you female week made you stand apart, made you your own special thing and not just a replaceable smooth sex pet. And maybe kept you in touch with your male side, a little. Going all waxed a s man now feel – right as well. Staying in touch with your female side. Marking you as more feminine.

Your birthday boy devours your naked body up with his eyes. Licks his lips.

“You’re beautiful. So pretty and young….”

You smile. Other men might object to those terms, you, having been a woman, you know it’s a compliment from men into guys like – you. You notice his eyes glued to your erect, small, smooth penis. Yep. Definitely one of the men for whom this is a plus. Non-threatening, boyish. His wife laughs from her spectator seat, hand between her legs.

“I knew you'd like him. His profile pics looked just like all those guys in that “twink” folder on your laptop. And like our daughter's new boyfriend… don’t think I didn't notice how you look at him… High time I got you an outlet lest you start hitting on the poor boy... ”

She giggles.

He blushes but nods.

“He’s perfect.”

You smile, gratefully

“Thank you, Daddy.”

You see his cock twitch as you call him that and his wife giggles. Now that you know his taste, that naming was a safe bet.

“And I love mature men. Were made for each other.”

You straddle him, his hard cock rubbing against yours, making it look even smaller. Stroke his chest, combing through his hair with your fingers. Kissing his belly. You’re not lying, your taste for older men burst out as woman and it has only grown since you're man again.

“Ready to make me yours, Daddy?”

He gulps and nods.

You lift your body until his cock finds his way between your cheeks, spread them and put his glans against your tight hole. It's still wet and slippery from your Blow Job – intentionality of course, and slides in nice and easy. You've gained a lot of experience and that part works effortless, and painless, and fully pleasurable by now.

He closes his eyes, moans and grunts as you let him enter your bowels deeply, remains inside you for a few moments, you massaging his shaft with your sphincter. Then you begin to gyrate your hips and ride him, welcome his big cock in your small hole, kneading it. Your sphincter is as skilled in pleasing cocks as your pussy was as a woman, and while this isn't exactly the amazing, incomparable feeling of having your pussy filled by a large cock gave you, it’s close enough. You miss being fucked in your pussy sometimes, but this, combined with your male orgasms kinda make up for it. To a certain extend.

You keep eye contact while riding the man's cock. You love first timers, they’re SO grateful, once they accepted their urges. He looks up at you with shining eyes, a happy smile and a kinda vacant look in his face. He's in paradise, you can tell. His cock rubs against your prostrate and sends warm, tingly waves all through your body – you don't even envy him any more for having his cock massaged. You enjoy being ass fucked more by now than being the active part. Being penetrated is something you learned to love as woman an never lost any more. Eventually you feel his cock twitch inside of you, see his face contort in the well known spasm of male orgasm and he shoots a hot creamy load into your bowels. His wife behind you moans, apparently getting her orgasm as well from watching.

Yo lean into him and kiss him as his cock grows limp and slides out. You lie on him, enjoying his warmth and his heartbeat until he begins to move.

“Do… do you have go go now?”

You giggle.

“Your wife paid for your birthday present all night, Daddy.”

He smiles widely. He’s not done, yet. After another round of drinks, he takes your hand and leads you over to the bedroom. You’re a little surprised but also very glad that the initiative now is fully with your client. He needs no encouragement to take the next step, now fully broken out of his closet. Eagerly begins to suck your cock. You smile. Another advantage of being under-endowed. He might be intimidated if your were bigger, but no danger of that. He takes it without hesitation or doubt, sucking like man would gulp down water after three days in the desert. He's been dreaming of this for a long time. You let him - he needs no instructions, for a first timer, he’s an excellent little cocksucker. Cheered on by his wife, next to you on the bed. Eventually he looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“I want you to fuck me!”

You nod and he goes down on all fours, spreading his cheeks for your immediately. You're quite sure, your non-threatening size made this a lot easier and are again grateful for being below average. You put your cock against his virgin pucker and gently, slowly enter him. He groans into the mattress, you give him time to adapt, feel his sphincter relax as you begin to fuck him, slow and probing first, faster as his moaning get more blissful.

You wave at his wife who positions her crotch in front of his face and he immediately begins to hungrily lick and lap on his spouse's wet glistening pussy. She leans her head back, joining her hubby’s moans.

You feel a pang of nostalgia. As much as you enjoyed the excellent blow job and now sinking your cock into his ass, you do miss getting your pussy licked. You remember that feeling often when you masturbate and feel an ache in your no longer existent body parts for that incomparable feeling.

But you can make up for it. You fuck the small asshole of your client harder, faster, making him groan into his wife's pussy and see her enjoy that immensely.

Finally she slides down and his hard cock enters her wet cunt, ramming into her in the rhythm you **** upon him - with every one of your pushes into his ass, you shove his hard cock into his wife, making them groan in unison, as they kiss.

You smile at the two. They're happy together, you can see. Probably happier now that the huge secret looming between them for years is out of the way. They kiss, passionately, lovingly, as you shove the husband into his wife and they eventually come together, moaning into each others mouths. Only seconds later, you shoot a load into the husband's rectum.

He rolls off his wife, an arm around her as you slide down and begin to caress their matrimonial genitals. She giggles as you kiss her clit, spread her lips and lick up her husband's cum dripping out of her glistening pussy, then move to her husband and lick his flaccid cock clean of her wifely juices.

They kiss and you're a bit of a fifth wheel for a while. You don't mind. You know you made this marriage a lot better, they can now be honest to the other and their love will be stronger than ever for it.

You love your life.

After a period of relaxation in which you keep leisurely licking cock and pussy, they're both ready again.

They make you lie on your back, she is mounting your small but hard dick, beginning to ride it, while the husband shoves his big cock into your hungry little mouth. This sets the roadmap for the rest of the night, they two have grown confident, certain of their needs, their love for each other and their lust for you.

For the rest of the night, they use your body as they see fit, the husband exploring all areas of his newly out in the open desire for men, the wife casually using you to satisfy her lust, heated by watching her husband make out with a man.

It's a great night, one of the best since you're a man again and when you leave the house at dawn, a very generous additional tip in your pocket, you hear a giggle behind their or as it closes. You're sure they have enough in them for a round of newly invigorated marital twosome fun before falling into bed.

You make your way home, when you feel your phone buzz. You have a notification from KinseyScaleDating. A new five star rating from BiMan’sWife69, pushing the number of your ratings another step closer to the three digits that are already in sight, and raising the average from 4.7 to 4.8

“Wonderful Evening. Alexander was the perfect man to help my husband out of the closet. Will date again!”

You smile gratefully and return the five stars, their first rating.

“Very lovely husband, lucky to have such an open generous wife. Had a great time. Looking forward to meet again, soon.”

You hope they may hire you exclusively and encourage that with the closing statement, but if they look around for other dates, the keywords in the review tell your fellow sex workers what they need to know: Easy to handle, well paying, with no jealousy dramas, that are genuine fun for get hired by and not just a business deal.

You lick your lips, tasting semen and pussy juice and smile as you watch the sun rise.

You love your new life.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.]