'Come in.' The door opened and my colleague Cheryl walked in. She was dressed to kill and I found myself swallowing unconsciously. 'Hi,' she said.... 'Hello Cheryl,' I adjusted my glasses to take a better look at her. 'You're looking exquisite today. Are we celebrating something?' 'Your birthday,' she said, leaning forward to kiss me. I turned my cheek, assuming the kiss was sisterly but she went for my lips instead. The kissogram started out as light and effusive but somehow, our tongues. Growing up it was always just me and my Mom. That all changed when Iwas 13, Mom started dating this guy who had a son 2 yrs older than me.I didn't like the guy or his son and I do not think Moms new boyfriendliked me. Mom told me it was good for me to have a male influencearound for a change. She said she didn't want me to turn out a sissy.Little did she know what was going to happen. She did not know this but I was already well on my way tobecoming a sissy. During the summer before I turned. Lane grabbed and fondled his balls with onehand and started to stroke his cock with the other. He started strokingvigorously. I watched his boys nuts move up and down sometimes evenhitting his puckered asshole. I couldn't hold back and came at the sightof Lane's awesome body writhing in ecstasy. Cum was shot all over thebottom of my desk. Lane heard me moan and started to stroke harder. Hewas sitting on the desk, legs straddling it. I could see his thigh musclescontract and his nuts move. " No. You seem to be in a rut. I feel like I'm in a rut. So are we, separately, in ruts?" Yes, we're rutting. Only we're not rutting right now." I leered at her. We'd finished fucking not twenty minutes earlier, but Lauren was still a hot babe. And the deep conversation was going somewhere I didn't want to admit to myself.She reached over and smacked me upside the head. "I'm being serious. I feel like I've spent a lifetime doing absolutely nothing, spinning my wheels. My life is going nowhere.".