Here at 'Taz House' we were the lucky ones. Due mostly to my success in film, and the high dollar clientele, we lacked for nothing. TV, good food, lit...le junk, closeness of the bois. I paid all the bills, and we had dropped the dues. I did hold on to the tips for the 'house boi', it was only fair. With a weight bench, and a couple of bags set up in one of the rooms, I made sure each guy worked out at least once a week. Keeping trim, and strong kept you desirable on the streets. Our 'territory'. He was musturbating his cock and his looks were upon me. He called me to sit besides him. There were no passengers at that place nearby.I stood myself but stayed there only.He came to me and placed his hand on my shoulders and asked me where was I going. I replied.He smiled at me and said you were so good looking and very sexy..He removed his erected big fat cock from his dhoti and by showing it asked me do you like it.I did not reply to him.He said to me if you like me, you can come with him. ....i look around , i wasnt in a camp, i was at mike house after the party we had sit on my friend bbc confused and now knowing i had a sissy dream again....''oh shit''''oh shit what''''it....was a dream''''why you stop''''shit Mike im , im awake now i ....i ohhhh noooo nooo Mike mike ''''you shut up now and take the cock , you wake me up sit on my cock and now act like a saint?''''ahhhhh ahhhhhh Mike mike ''''yeah good boy, good boy, i knew that tight white ass would be great to fuck''i was. ”Interrupting her he said, “But the reason I asked to meet with my guidance counselor, Ms. Speaks, is that I have a very serious problem that I need your help on.” All summer long he had prepared for this meeting and vowed that he would follow through with it no matter what the consequences. He knew Charlotte Speaks liked him, really liked him.Courageously he plodded on. Having gone through puberty he had been masturbating in his room every day, often as many as three times. The feelings he had.