I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of those ass cracks.I would quickly change out—getting into my jeans and tank. Throwing on a pair of kic...s, with no socks. Skipping the shower, as discretely as I could—didn't want the other guys to notice, or catch on. Then jet home as quickly as I could. It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement, pulling my kicks off, and huffing on them like a d**ggy huffing glue. I would take deep whiffs, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better. I had been at my second year of University and she was just about to start her first year of nursing. It was almost the end of summer break, I heard she had moved into her own apartment near the college here in town. A one bedroom place above a dry cleaner some where near the campus. I had no plans on seeing her at all that summer as we ran with different crowds and I suspect her brother was trying to keep me away from her. But fate intervened.I happened to stop at a house party thrown for. I am 32, and a transvestite. Not all of the time, but on a couple days of the week I like to get dolled-up and go out for a good time. Sometimes I go to gay bars, drag shows and fun places. Other times, I get horny and go to an adult bookstore, where I'm friends with the staff, and many of the resident "queens."The queens are basically gay men who are into being the passive sexual partners of so-called "straight men." In the old days they used to call this "rough trade," or just "trade.". His mere presence next to her at the bar was making her so fucking wet from imminent desire.“How does it feel being the most coveted creature in this room right now?” The rich, deep voice whispered huskily to Aiden. “My name is Damien. It’s not every day that someone demands my attention in this place. I suspect it’s your first time here?”Aiden nodded and gulped. “I’m a little intimidated, I won’t lie.”“I can sense it.” Damien nodded. “Well, good thing I just wanted to make out tonight. Nothing.