. no, his neckslimmed down. When he finally managed to choke out a gasp, it was not thedeep, masculine tone he was acustomed to. It was like his skin,...being nowsoft, smooth and... feminine. He was dimly aware that his voice wascloser to what would be known in musical circles as a contralto incomparison to his previous baritone, but he had barely any time toregister this trivia. The burning sensations passed up through his faceand more cries and gasps followed as his facial features. ” I wasn't called deary & being sent straight to the changing room seemed rather odd. It felt such a long time after I had got undressed to my underpants, until the curtain was pulled back by a woman dressed in a white blouse with lots of lace, a black pencil skirt with black nylons (I never knew if they were stockings or not at the time) & black patent high heeled stiletto shoes. She had a Sky blue gingham school summer dress, exactly like the one I had seen in a shop window yesterday. My two. For the next 45 minutes I savored the experience and alternated between deep sucking, with my girlfriend and new friend taking turns guiding my head, then taking breaks when I would jerk and lick his cock.I also vocally admiring his cock with phrases like, "I love your huge black cock" or, "It feels so good in my mouth," intermittent with moans of pleasure.They both encouraged me with praise like, "You're such a good cocksucker" and, "Keep sucking faggot."I was also jerking my rock hard cock as. “Does it matter?” he asks again, this time in a murmur.“No,” I admit.He grins and kisses me on the mouth then, so quickly I can’t react. “Good girl.”My knees are weak and I want more of his touch. More of his kisses. More of him.“I… I have to go,” I manage to say.I don’t want to. But if I didn’t leave and he found out I was a man, I wasn’t certain my heart could handle the disgust on his face.I turn, my eyes burning with tears I shouldn’t be shedding. Not here. Not now. I run from the room.