We were like lions trying to swallow each other, snakes coiling around one another's bodies slippery with our natural juices.We were a****l.“When do...you leave?” I asked.“Two days from now,” Trey said.“Come home with me.”“Can't... Boyfriend. Tricking is fine, but no sleep overs.”“Fuck.”Trey shoved his finger up my hole, teased my prostate gland. “I'll fuck you here,” he whispered in my ear. “We'll exchange infos.” He nibbled my earlobe. “No sleep overs, sure. That doesn't mean we can't do other. So I posted seeking an older, experienced, discrete man who wanted to top a younger boy. I ended up with several responses to the posting. It was a guy in his 40's who was married and traveled to the area frequently that caught my eye. He told me his company paid for a room in my town and he was there almost every other week on business. I knew I wanted an older dominant man and he fit the description. He was fit, white, hung, about 8" and thick! I was very attracted to his pics but was nervous. Very petite with frail bone structure and blue eyes. I managed to nod my head. She then stood up and I looked right up at her tight little pussy still soaking wet. The inside of her legs were wet too. Juice dripped from her pussy and hit the bed next to me. She leaned over Jen and spit into her mouth two times. Each a big glob of saliva from Hannah’s mouth. I noticed that Jen didn’t swallow. She then leaned over me and dropped two big globs of spit into my mouth. My dick twitched and a fresh. While I knew that I could never complete Draft Dodger on the Rag - A Bunny's Tale in time to submit it to Femur's Contest, I was nonetheless intrigued with the idea of trying my hand at a story that had at its' core, a tread of romance. Thirdly, I wished to formulate yet another story that had its' protagonist reluctantly opt to become a female rather than face some other less desirable consequences, much as I had in my story The Witness Protection Plan with a TG Twist. Once again, I would.