CAT | Transgendered
As a musician, I meet all sorts of people but most of my friends are other musicians. We just seem to understand each other better. Years ago, I had a friend who was a keyboard player. We all called him Dee because he had that young Billy Dee Williams looks. Young, dark skinned, moustache, cool hair, the deepest darkest eyes and a smile that could melt ice.
Dee mostly played pop, R&B, soul, etc. I moved to another state and as often happens, Dee & I lost touch with each other. Well as luck would have it, I wound up on the road and while on a club tour, ran into Dee. I was stoked! Dee looked pretty much the same except that his hair was longer and he no longer had the moustache. We chatted for a bit but then I had to get ready to do the show. We exchanged numbers and email addresses and looked forward to catching up.
We all make mistakes…but sometimes things work out for the best.
When I was 24, I moved back to Pittsburgh. I’d been living in a small,
rural community in Ohio that was possibly the most boring place on Earth.
Being a musician, I figured the best way to get my name around town &
start getting gigs was to start hitting the jam sessions held all over the
city, of which there were plenty at the time. For those unfamiliar with the
scene, at a jam session, you basically just show up with your instrument
and sometimes put your name on a sign-in sheet, sometimes you’re just asked
to sit in. As I had a “look” back then, I never had to sign in. The other
musicians just knew I was a player! It was the early 90s and instead of the
typical long, dirty hair look, I sported an exaggerated pompadour and
usually wore a bowling-type shirt or a guyaberra and usually baggy dress
pants. I stand about 5’8 but was well built…broad shoulders, well defined
chest and a 32″ waist.
If you’ve been reading my stories then you know that I have a weakness
for black dick…especially if the owner of that dick is wearing panties,
stockings, etc! Well this story is no different…and like the others, its
true.
For years I had very close friend who was/is a black tranny. We met while
I was on a date with a friend of hers. The date didn’t go too well but I
was lucky enough to meet this new friend. We made odd friends to be sure.
She was young, tall, glamorous, black and a bit wild. I, on outward
appearances, seemed more conservative. Being a white guy in my 30s, good
job, John Q. Citizen type…but still a bit wilder than most would guess.
My new friend and I became pretty much inseperable and after a period of
time, became playmates as well as friends.
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