Unexpected knock at the door.

Once Grandma’s family got too large to have Christmas at any one person’s house, we started renting a lodge in a park. It was a charming cabin in the woods with a large room, fireplace, kitchen, and multiple bathrooms. It was large enough to hold the now seventy to eighty of us in attendance. We would typically have the party on a Saturday afternoon in mid-December to avoid schedule conflicts. I had the responsibility to rent the cabin and that meant that I was also responsible for organizing the setup and the final cleanup at the end of the festivities. This particular day was cold, and a snowstorm was expected in the evening. About halfway through the day, it started snowing, sparingly at first but picking up in intensity as the sun started setting. Everyone left fairly quickly once the snow got heavy. Since it was snowing, I had to wait until the last person left before I could mop the floor. There was still a warm fire burning as I finished mopping. Someone had left a half gallon of chocolate milk in the refrigerator so; I made a cup of hot chocolate in the microwave. I left a single chair in front of the fireplace and turned off the lights. I settled in and started watching a college basketball game on my phone. I was sitting in just the glow of the fire, enjoying the warmness of the fire and the snow falling outside.

Then there was a knock on the door. The knock was quite unexpected as everyone else had long gone home and with the lights out, I would have noticed a car pulling in the parking lot. Being alone, I was a little concerned, but only mildly. At the door was a snow-covered young man and I let him in. He explained that he had been hiking in the woods. Between the dense snow and the darkness, he had become disoriented. After finding the shelter, he knew where he was but also knew that he was a few miles from his car, and it was cold. I made another cup of hot chocolate and sat another chair by the fire. I offered to give him a ride once he warmed up.

We talked and I learned that his name was Kyle. Something struck me as strange with Kyle. It wasn’t in the way he was dressed as he was covered with layered clothing. Rather it was the way that he reacted to being lost. It sounds sexist, but his reaction was more like I would have expected from a young woman than from a young man. Even though he was now safe and warm, he started crying. It didn’t take long for me to suspect that Kyle was transgendered. I retrieved a sleeping bag from my truck and threw another log on the fire. We sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and I held him. We didn’t talk for the longest time and just enjoyed the warming glow and the snow falling outside.

If I had not strongly suspected that Kyle was a biological woman, I would not have permitted myself to do what happened next. Kyle looked up at me and I smiled. I removed his hat and ran my hand through his hair. We kissed. Softly at first and then passionately. I was so nervous as several questions were running through my mind. First and most pressing was wondering if I was having my first homosexual make out session. The next question was one perhaps even more pressing. I wondered how old Kyle was. I was twenty-nine and I suddenly realized that I had never asked Kyle his age. In all the clothing, he could have been a minor. That realization caused me to break the kiss. I started with the age question. I was so relieved that Kyle was twenty-two. I learned that he had graduated college and moved here alone to start his first job. He didn’t know anyone and enjoyed hiking to have something to keep himself preoccupied.

I could tell that my sudden hesitation had concerned Kyle, and I leaned over and resumed kissing him now that I was no longer concerned with a potential illegal act. Still the question of his biological orientation weighed heavily on my mind as we kissed. I pondered what my reaction would be if things progressed to now quite potential physical interactions. I don’t think that I had been both this apprehensive and excited since the night that I had lost my virginity. Like a teenager, I was eager but unsure how to proceed.

We were laying down now and Kyle was leaning over me. We were still kissing. I felt his hand on my jeans. He was taking the initiative. Slowly he loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. He grasped me in his hand, and I responded accordingly. My deep gasps caused us to break our embrace and he just smiled at me while stroking my erection. I stared deeply in his eyes trying to determine if there was actually a female behind those eyes. But there was no definitive sign, just a content smile. I guess it didn’t matter. He broke eye contact and repositioned himself. Soon his warm mouth encompassed me. It wasn’t long until I surrendered.

Kyle came back up and we resumed kissing. I could taste more than a little of myself in our embrace. I had never been given a wet kiss before. I am guessing that what I had given him in his mouth just moments earlier, had now been returned to me. Kyle broke our embrace once more and he instructed me to swallow. Which I did. If that experience were not enough, I realized that I had an obligation to reciprocate and I tried to prepare myself for that eventuality. I rolled Kyle over and started to undress him. That was not a simple tasks as he had dressed and several layers for his winter hike in the park. He stopped me just before I was preparing to remove his pants and only then informed me that he was in-fact transgendered. He explained that his birth name was Kylee and was biologically a female. I think he was expecting me to be disappointed and possibly upset.

Initially I was hesitant to even kiss Kyle and I know that I would have never allowed this to progress unless I strongly suspected that Kyle was a biological female. However, it had been quite an experience to allow myself to accept a blowjob not knowing for certain. I guess it didn’t matter. My body had responded the same way regardless. If fact, with the uncertainty, the experience was perhaps a little more exciting. At the moment that I ejaculated, I had to accept that I was allowing myself to receive that pleasure from another man. Further, in the moments afterwards, I had resigned myself that I was willing to reciprocate by giving head to another man and in some in some small way I was disappointed that I would not have the chance to see if I could complete the act.

Once we had both removed all of our clothes and I had placed another log on the fire, Kyle became Kylee, and we made love in a very heterosexual manner. The sun was starting to rise when we heard the park’s snowplow scraping the parking lot. We hurriedly dressed and departed just as the park’s employees started prepping the building for the next day’s renters. Kyle and I went to Waffle House for breakfast before dropping him off at his car. For a little over a year after that Kyle/Kylee and I had a very interesting relationship. But that is another even longer story.

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