It was fun reminiscing about that one time when Olivia and I were together in a sexual sense and, later in bed, I put a few drops of lube on my hand a...d began recalling how it felt to lay there as a young, inexperienced boy as my older sister masturbated me.It was really coming back when I heard a soft rap on my door."Jame's are you asleep? Can I come in?"I quickly wiped my hand off and told my sister to come on in as I snapped on the bedside lamp, raising my knee to disguise the erection that. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said speculatively. “Now Don, yes, I think he’s a strict straight shooter. But my ‘bidar’ tells me that Mike has sucked a dick or two in his day.” “No! You think?” She asked, incredulous. “How can you tell?” “It’s like women’s intuition,” I said. “You notice little things, tiny mannerisms. Most gay guys I know aren’t the effeminate caricatures that you see so often on TV. I think you’d be surprised at the range of men you see in a gay bar. Maybe I’ll take you to. The thought suddenly seemed absolutely terrifying, as if my entire lifewould crumble around me if it somehow came to pass. I was a guy! Nevermind the rest of society and the kind of stir it would create there - whatwould my friends think? What would my parents think?What would Karen think? My heart suddenly clenched as I imagined the lookof disgust and horror that would probably grace her features upon findingout.Taking deep breaths, I forced those thoughts out of my mind. First,. ” My ears burned now. I took in a deep breath. I had to tell them. This wouldn’t stay a secret. I had PE later on today. No hiding my cock in a locker room full of girls. “I came down with Futanari Syndrome.”Wendy blinked.Victoria’s eyes shot down to my skirt. She gasped, hands clapping over her mouth. “You have a bulge.”“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning. “It’s, um, quite big. I’m still trying to understand how to deal with it.”“It’s so rare,” Wendy said. “Are you sure you have it?”“My clitoris.