"No such thing as a straight guy who sucks dick," said Timmy."Sure there are," said Brad. "On my business trips I have found dozens of them. Some guys...just are just wired to suck on big, fat cocks. They just see it and cannot control their cravings. They aren't gay because they don't want to cuddle with the guy after or go on a date with them. They just want to go down on him and get him off." Dave you really did this?" asked Eric. Even with the picture right in front of him Eric couldn't. There wont be any chocolates, or roses waiting for me when I get home, nocute card from anyone saying they were thinking of me.Just another day alone, and that's every bit as much fun as it sounds,trans or not.It started with me getting into my work clothes, and pulling my hair backinto a ponytail.I dont exactly get to look glamorous at my job.There actually a couple of cute guys, and even a couple of cute girls atmy work that if I had met them socially and they wanted to, I'd try andget a date. She was a great swing dancer and we looked good on the floor. She was a high school cheerleader. A cute tiny 18 year old blonde. About 4 foot 10 and maybe 90 pounds wet. She had an incredible tight, shapely body and for her size large firm boobs. She never wore a bra, her nipples were always hard when we danced.When we were not dancing she was always flirting and rubbing against me. She always made me hard, she knew it too. Lisa would stop by the house quite often and would flirt and. A touch. A soft, tender, touch."Michael?" my mind whispers. A small nervous caress of two beings."Yes, shush!"I fall silent knowing that his request is more than a command. It is a matter of life or damnation itself. I wait. And as I lay here, I flesh and become physical. My breasts heave with each painful breath I take, the bubbles trailing from my lips, and my nipples harden with the slow sexual wave washing gently over me. He comes closer until I feel him lie next to my naked body. The time.