Welcome home by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: Welcome home

Link: LS666 Email / 07.09.2023

Welcome home

This one has impacted me as am dealing with a crisis.

My wife now has cancer and am hoping for a miracle, as even though I have felt myself in different ways I cannot picture myself without her. We have had an up-and-down marriage, based on faith, as both are Christians — though I have my darker side.

At our worst, I have even had a few who wanted me to join them, so they could open that feminine, dark side of me. I have had one, who lost his wife, who was a Satanist and wanted me to take her place — to a point of, not only femininity but possible full transition. I have had others who have said, it is not about being fully feminine or even fully passible, as it is more the spirit inside.

They have guided me to pictures of men, with makeup, who even have facial hair, and some videos about the pan side of things, and say its time to come home. We have talked about the use of drinking and drugs, to loosen up, and how they are the devices of the Devil. But, that it is okay to relax and indulge.

The battle now begins, as my Christian side reaches out for a miracle, as cannot picture myself alone or know where I will end up. With my PTSD and all, I have thought about seeking help, but then got this weird thought as I fell asleep

I am in a doctor’s office, and we begin to talk about, shall I say, my deficiencies. As I talk about my body and then my thoughts being tugged by both the light and the dark, he suggests we go to a special room. I tell him about using things like poppers and weed in the past, and had thoughts of stronger stuff — and even masturbation as it is a sin — I find myself even telling him about my sissy thoughts and transitioning. He tells me he will teach me to love myself through a tough lesson if I please, and it will bring me home.

He takes me to this room but tells me we must enter naked, as nothing should stand between us and the truth. He is also a chubby man, so he says, we must learn to love ourselves, no matter how we look. I take off my clothes to show my belly and moobs and he tells me, it’s fine.

We walk in. It is lit by candles. There is a red light and some statues, from Buddha to Baphomet, to the crucifix. There is a lounge chair in the center.

“Too many people get caught up in religions and their rules and doctrine. They fail to live life and enjoy it,” he says.

There is a table there with cups and some drugs. He grabs a glass and offers one to me. It is strong and I tell him it will make me feel weird.

“You are in a safe place. Non-judgement. If it makes you feel good, just go for it.”

As I drink I notice a bottle of poppers.

“You want some?” he asks.

I tell him about using them with porn.

“That’s okay.”

He turns on these screens around the room.

“Don’t worry. Let your mind be free.”

The screen is filled with normal porn. There is this girl sucking a guy’s cock.

“Most guys are afraid to admit what they like most about this,” he notes.

I am seated in the big lounge chair and get an erection.

“Most guys would rather be the girl …”

The images change. Instead of a girl, he puts on a tranny on next.

“What do you think? What about smoking weed?” he asks.

I told him about the time that I was dressed and smoked weed. I did things a girl would do sexually.

“Are you scared that may happen?”

The next images show simple man-on-man gay sex.

“How does this make you feel? Try loosing up. Try the bong.”

I take a few hits as he returns and pulls up a chair in front of me. He has a semi-erection.

“Does my body offend you?” I look at his chubby body and shake my head, “Well, yours does offend me. You know, some adults go crazy holding things in.” He grabs a glass pipe.”So, tell about the things you have done with other men.”

I tell him and he talks about my moobs. He hits the pipe and offers it.

“Don’t worry. I will not make you do anything that you don’t want to.”

I hit the pipe.

“So, what are your thoughts about femininity? What about religion?” he asks. “You know, when I was young at a retreat, I had a great revelation. It was my first time with a male friend. At first, it was just two hugs. Catching that buzz and enjoying each other. My friend taught me to enjoy all my feelings, whether masculine or feminine.”

At this point I was high and on some kind of trip.

‘Tell me about your boobs. Are they sensitive? Can I touch them?” I nodded, “Feel your spirit … and let it roam freely …” he said as he began to rub, and then lick them, “Do you need to look like a girl to feel the pleasure? Why don’t you close your eyes? That’s it. Close your eyes and feel your spirit …”

He began to suck my boobs. My eyes closed. Then I feel him kiss the head of my penis.

“Too many guys will go and jerk off and not get the pleasure they can have — just because a girl is not around. They miss out on the true pleasure. Are you willing to miss out?”

He then took me in his mouth. He continued to rub my boobs. I tilted my head back and I grabbed his head in pleasure. He paused.

“Let go. Just let go.”

He resumed fingering me while sucking. I couldn’t hold out and exploded in his mouth.

“Most men are scared to feel that pleasure from inside.”

I open my eyes and he stands up and then over me.

“It’s okay to feel it all.

I just stare at his big hard cock.

“I know that it’s difficult to decide,” he says, “You want to taste me? Or maybe have me shoot on your tits? Let’s face the facts. You enjoy it … right?”

He leans over me, and the chair tilts back, as he presses his cock between my small boobs. I see some precum.”

“Yes. Lick it.”

He then moves upwards. I wrap my lips around his cock head, as my hands drop. He begins to fuck my face slowly.

“Yes, I will take you home.”

He then pulls out and shoots over my tits, before going back in my mouth and finishing in my throat. He slides off and down until he is lying on me.

“It’s time to let go of what the world thinks. Come home.”

He lifted my legs. I feel him go into me, as all the drugs and my spirit takes over. He begins to fuck me slowly. I am no longer male or female. My spirit has taken over. Then he pulls out. He puts the chair in a slightly leaning position and has me stand up.

“The drugs will make me explode,” he explains as he sits down, “It’s all mine if I want it. But, you must come home and sit.”

I get into position as I slide my legs over the arms of the chair. I am barely able to stand due to the drugs. He takes a hit of poppers. Then he hands me the bottle. He begins to suck on my gooey tits and I melt onto his rigid cock.

“Just become part of whatever is happening,” he says as I ride him. He grabs my waist and pounds me with his cock. Then he holds me tightly as he explodes.

“Welcome home.”

THE END