“No, don’t be stupid. It’s something we black guys say to scare white guys and get their wives going, A big cock is a big cock whatever the colo...r!” “Nice one, Clive,” I laughed. “Hey, but don’t you tell anyone will you. The b*****rs will kill me if they find out I told you.” “Don’t worry, Clive, your secret’s safe with me. Now just give her what she wants, and needs by the looks of her.” I backed away and sat down again, watching intently as he began.to make his move towards his ultimate. As I get on the bus, I have the sense that people are staring at me, theyknow, they know what a pathetic sissy I am. I'm scared and nervous butalso excited, my clitty trying to get hard. I'm so fucked up, what iswrong with me. I know this is wrong, but I also hope one of the black guysin the back of the bus, has seen my site and wants to fuck me in abathroom some where. The trip to the doctors goes by incredibly fast,thanks to all the fantasies running through my head.As I exit the bus at my. She had been born like me - a man!Of one more thing I was equally certain. I had to speak to her. Horny as I wasfrom my cyber-sex session, I became even more aroused at the thought of her, nowsitting at a terminal just a few yards from me, one of my favourite fantasiesbrought to wonderful flesh.After about ten minutes hidden behind in her booth, she rose and left. Ifollowed immediately, trying to appear casual as I followed her out of theBusiness Centre. I smiled to myself as I thought of the. I had seen him around the ship a few times and thought he was too girly for me. Then one night on the mess deck eating dinner alone, he slipped into the booth facing me. "Hi, my name is Jerry". He sounded so affeminate as he spoke. My name is Troy. From there the conversation covered, our lives stories, that both of us had just suffered breakups with our girl friends back home. We talked for so long that the Master at arms had to tell us to turn in our food trays. We both had duty and so when.