the third sex

Everyone has one, of course, but despite the uniformity of possession, they are not all the same. I am referring, of course, to bottoms.

Here he goes again, I can hear some of the older members of this site mutter. He has a fetish about bums, and can’t stop talking about them.

Well, that might well be correct. But I am fascinated by the difference in derrieres, and as I have seen more of them close up and intimate than most people, I do like to think that I am something of an expert.

These thoughts have been prompted by my photographing little Sprite a few weeks back. Sprite is tiny. In the set notes I say that she is five-two, but quite possibly she is only five foot high. There is not the slightest scrap of fat on her, and the only cushioning on her bum cheeks are the necessary muscles and other bits that allow her to walk and sit down.

As a consequence, the entry point of her bottom is almost on the same level as her bottom cheeks. Run your hand over her arse (as I am sorry to say, I did many times) and you will feel the hole, and as she walks past you naked, you will see it winking at you. The fact that the opening is especially large makes this even more dramatic.

Sprite’s bottom is one of the most sexual I have ever seen. Many years ago I had a GG girlfriend whose rear had the same configuration, but I don’t often see this phenomenon. It is probably the most outstanding example of all the tiny bottoms I have seen.

For absolute classic rear ends, Cherie is probably the ultimate. The most beautiful bum I have seen on anyone, ladyboy or GG. Cherie is slight and slender, and her bum is perfectly symmetrical, with not a blemish on her pale skin, just enough plumpness to grip, and the sweetest little pink-tinged hole.

Honey has a hard little bottom, again no fat at all, the skin a gorgeous honey colour, although my super-sensitive-bottom-connoisseur eyes detect a tiny patch of skin high up on the left cheek, near her hip, that is slightly off-colour. She has always had this little blemish, although it rarely shows up in photographs as the flash tends to obliterate it.

Nong has a scrumptious little rear, made all the more exciting by the enormous ball-bag you can see below it, and of course the giant willy you see when she turns around. It’s a pert little bottom, fitting perfectly into your hands, or so I am told, and her skin is flawless.

Schoolgirl O is another classic, and apart from the symmetry and skin colour and texture, one of the things that most intrigues me about her behind is that the entry point opens so wide all of its own accord. It opens to form a perfect, well, O-shape. Interestingly, although it appears to be built for intercourse, when something big once attempted an entry, she let out a howl of pain and the thing had to be withdrawn. But let us not go into details there.

Whenever I am photographing a ladyboy who I have not met before, I have a feeling of breathless anticipation as she begins to slide her pants down to reveal her rear. Will it be a gorgeous little bottom, free of pimples and tattoos? Will it be smooth or hairy? Creamy or blotchy? Tight or wide open?

This is why so many of the photos show pants just slightly down, with the top of the cleft peeping over the elastic; and halfway down, with the cheeks partially revealed. Plus of course the full-throttle shots, with the lens right up the opening. The sequence is how I have first set my own eyes on the ladyboy’s delicious rear, and I’m sharing my own obsession.

The odd thing is, that along with the delicious derrieres I also see so many ladyboy bottoms that are simply not interesting. These tend to be on the bigger type of ladyboy, who I seldom go much for personally anyway; but even so, I can’t explain why it is that one bottom can set me on fire while another leaves me unmoved. Each of the ladyboys I have just mentioned is of the small and natural type, very much to my own personal taste, so that must partly explain it. And speaking of taste, what can possibly taste better than a cute little ladyboy rear? Yum!

Yes, I am very lucky. I must have seen, touched and photographed well over a thousand ladyboy bottoms. For a man with a serious fetish, this is indeed heaven.

“You want me cum?” she asked, laying back on the bed. Standing over her with my camera, I nodded happily. Can you do, I asked her. She looked at her watch. It was coming up to 4.30 pm, and she had to be at her bar by 6. I know that some ladyboys can take ages to shoot a load (boy, don’t I know, you try leaning over someone with a camera for 15 minutes and see how you feel), and I also know that many don’t actually want to do it because they are saving themselves for an evening’s work.

But my young friend here had a very perky cock that had stood out stiff and straight as soon as it was exposed to my eager gaze, and which felt hot, full and heavy when I took it in my hand (I was only trying to place it in the most artistic position). I didn’t think she would have any difficulty.

Sure enough, she didn’t. Within 60 seconds of glancing at her watch, and seemingly without any effort at all, she was sending good, strong, white-hot spurts onto her tummy and her thick bush of pubic hair. It was a textbook example of how to cum to best effect for a photographer.

Thank you, I said.

“You like? I can come back see you soon. Up to you.”

I took her mobile number, and indeed we will be replaying this scene very soon, only this time without a camera.

My young friend is just 19, the kind of age where you can cum just by thinking about it, and several times a night is not only easy, it is almost necessary. She is quite tall, about five-eight, and has a well-built body that, had she remained a male, would I think have been strong and athletic.

Sometimes, as in this case, I get to thinking that many ladyboys are a serious loss to Thailand’s distaff population. Time after time I see a physically beautiful ladyboy who has a good, strong cock, and who if her life had run to a more conventional pattern, would have made an excellent sexual partner for a genetic girl.

It is not just the body structure, of course: the size and shape and appetite of the dick is so important. My young friend has one that is full and plump and firm, ideal for pushing its way into a waiting young girl. Other cocks come to mind that were so beautifully engineered for the job they were designed to do that it seemed almost (!) a waste that they had been put onto a ladyboy.

But so be it. The girls’ loss is our gain. It is through ladyboys that I have come to appreciate the beauty of the penis. Without ladyboys, I would never have realised. The emails I get from all over the world tell me that I am far from being alone in this.

A friend the other day warned me about a ladyboy I was about to meet who, he had discovered, had robbed him of some money when she was left briefly alone in his room. Have you ever had that happen, he asked me.

I replied that in all my years of having been involved with ladyboys I have suffered only three thefts, and two of those were by the same ladyboy. She had stolen a camera from me, but it was a cheap film camera that I didn’t use, and it was several weeks before I realised that it was missing. The other item was a dildo.

“That pink one?” asked my friend with interest. He knows the site very well. I complimented him on his memory, because this was several years back. I had bought the thing from the Ann Summers shop in Oxford Street and had been quite fond of it as a prop, as it was a nice colour. It was a long one, but nonetheless I had had several models who managed to get it right up their rear ends, with the help of a large dollop of KY, and the photographs had been pretty good.

The dildo was the vibrating type, and I had used it in a couple of videos: you can hear it buzzing away like an electric razor, although you cannot see it vibrating because (tee hee!) it is largely hidden.

I was always careful when using it during a shoot because it would have been easy enough to cause damage to the poor model. And that brings me onto the subject of haemorrhoids.

I was taking photographs of a gorgeous young ladyboy only a few days ago, and getting quite worked up about her. Then she pulled down her pants so that I could get some up-the-bottom shots and I saw that she had a bad case of the dreaded piles. This of course can happen all too easily when something hard is rammed up the bottom (despite what a lot of people think, it isn’t designed for that). And of course, that is partly what ladyboys are all about (bless them).

But it made me go cold. It does indeed turn me right off, especially if I have to sit in front of the screen and photoshop the nasty little swellings and contusions out. You get to see them in clinical detail when you do that, and they are not pretty. And I see so many cases. After all, if you are poking a camera lens up someone’s bum, and as many bums as I do, you are asking for trouble.

Some years ago now (look away at this point if you are of a queasy disposition) I knew a ladyboy who was very well known on the circuit, which was much smaller than it now is, and who in those early internet days had become a star of most of the LB sites. She had a cute face and body, and the sweetest little cock, but she also had, as the doctors would describe it, a prolapsed anus. The lining literally hung out of her bottom by about half an inch, and she had to tuck it back in by hand. It was a real nuisance when taking photographs. Obviously she had been banged too hard too often, and the lining had become detached.

(You can look back now.)

There was also the case (uh-oh, I think you had better look away again) of a really lovely ladyboy who I photographed very soon after she had been fucked by someone with a really thick dick, for the skin on both sides of her hole had been worn right away, leaving two very sore looking abrasions. Again, this caused me a lot of grief in front of my screen, although not nearly as much as it must have caused the ladyboy.

(Right, I’ve finished.)

So, I have always been very careful when doing that kind of thing myself with ladyboys. Some of them have a natural talent for taking it up them, and do not suffer any ill effect. But others are surprisingly tight. I have examined closely well over a thousand arseholes and probably have more expertise than the average doctor. I have also probed an impressive number. Believe me, a tube of KY Jelly is an important part of any gentleman’s wardrobe. You wouldn’t want to spoil any of my pictures, would you?