Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath I couldn’t tell who it was. Someone from my class was all I knew. Someone who now knew I ...as a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn’t help myself and gasped. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming or fainting, something, anything but stand there and get hard while he played with my cock. I felt movement. He feels her warmth hit the back of his throat . He starts to strugglefor breath as she finishes and starts to release her grip. He coughs andsputters as she withdraws. She leaves the head dangling just in front of hislips as she gives him a moment to recover, then tells him to give it a kiss.He looks up at her, not quite understanding. Then realises what she saidjust as she raises her hand to slap him again. He flinches, then kisses thehead of her penis.He feels like he's going to be sick.. All he could think about was poking it into some young girl from behind so he could feel the full curves of her backside against his groin when he was navigating her tight young girl channel down below.He had seen Miss Dixie in her altogether a few times now and he knew she was aware of his eyes on her body but she didn't seem to mind at all and he noticed that she didn't turn away when he and his brother were getting in and out of the water with their big things just swinging and flopping. I put my bikini top on and walked over to the block. I walked inside and could hear Romey whistling to himself as he cleaned the large shower cubical at the far end of the block. On hearing me walk in he stopped what he was doing and turned round. He looked me up and down before managing to say, “Sorry, I’m just cleaning, I wont be long,” “Don’t worry Romey,” I replied. “I don’t mind if you want to hang around.” With that I untied my bikini top letting it fall to the floor and exposing my large.