He needed to get off before he could do anything else. He tore off all of his clothes quickly until he was totally naked. He was supposed to be sleepi...g anyway, and the cool air felt good on his bare skin. He clambered back into bed, and pulled the covers over himself, but it was no use. He could feel the immoral burning around his stiff cock; it was just dying to be used. He tried fisting it a few times, but it didn’t even help a bit. He sighed; only anal stimulation would work at this point.. There was even a huge bald doorman in a suit who took us to an office off the vestibule. He left us, saying, “Mr. Bete will be a moment.”It looked like a Hollywood version of a lawyer’s office, wood paneling, built-in shelves full of hunter green and burgundy leather bound books, and a huge mahogany desk framed by a large curtained window to dominate and ground it all. A pair of tasteful oils of macabre hunting scenes decorated the wall opposite the shelves. This room, the doorman, the gated. Maybe I'm not trans-phobic, maybe I'm homophobic. I likelesbians though,..guess that's not the same thing. I wouldn't want a manhitting on me that's rather a repellant thought. What is April to me? Is she a man or is she a woman?A woman.What is April to April?I don't know. Maybe I should talk to her. Okay, where's the damn cellphone? Oh..here it is.."Hi April, it's me Cliff. I thought you mightknow the voice heh ummm I want to see you so we can talk about....ummmthings. Okay great, see. Aber meine war zu alt;als ich mich eben hinsetzte, zerriss sie mit einem lauten Ger?usch."Sie wird mir bestimmt nicht passen", sagte ich lahm, da mir nichtsmehr einfiel."Jetzt probiere es doch einfach." Sie beendete die schon l?ngerandauernde Diskussion damit, dass sie mir die Jeans in die Hand dr?ckteund wegging.Ich hielt die Hose unentschlossen in der Hand. Wenn jemand sah, dassich eine M?dchenhose anhatte - nicht auszudenken. Aber die Jeans sahwirklich v?llig normal aus.Schlie?lich zog ich.