And all of a sudden, one day, he wasn't.'After crying my eyes out for two days, I decided to fight back. I searched out one of Tim's best friends, Jus...in, and asked if I could talk to him after school. He said OK. We met at the local hamburger joint that afternoon and talked for almost an hour. We did teenage talk for a couple of minutes, and then I started asking him what to do to get Tim back. He wasn't real helpful, of course. He was just a kid, after all, without much more experience in. I didn’t know any of these guys. My mind was blank. I couldn’t remember names. Ididn’t know what I was going to do. Jennifer asked if I was ready. I told her I guess so. Then I heardher say, “Randy quit getting yourself ready. You have to follow the rules.” She leaned down andwhispered that he was jacking himself because he wanted to cum on me. I knew right then what I wasgoing to do. My hand was placed on the first cock. It was hard. Before even jacking it I yelled outRandy. Everyone laughed. I notice while he is looking at my cock there is a bulge in his pants getting bigger by the second. When I see his bulge my cock starts to grow harden in his gloved hand, this makes his bulge even bigger. He grabs my cock with his other hand and stretches the skin around the freckle, He moves in closer for what I think is to take a closer look, but when his face was close enough his lips parted and took my rock hard cock into his mouth and licked the underside of the head. An involuntary. One day I finally got the nerve and drove two town's away to a Wal-mart where I wouldn't be recognized and picked up some clothes. Panties, fishnets, a spaghetti strap shirt and a plain black skirt. I was truly a white trash sissy. I would spend my free time dressing up and masturbating while fantasizing about sucking cock and being used.I couldn't do this at work but often I would wear a thong or pair of lacy panties under my khaki shorts. Feeling the strap of the thong between my cheeks or.