" What are you, a faggot?" Russell asked, now more calm and confident, but still stern.Still staring at his feet, Bill replied, "Yes." Why the hell ar... you dressed like that?"Scared, and embarrassed at being caught, Bill couldn't speak."Answer me," Russell demanded, walking forward to the couch, towering ominously over the sitting, lingerie-clad homosexual.Looking up at the straight stud's swelling, muscular chest and huge, powerful biceps, Bill--now a prisoner in his own home--felt he had no. We are both so close, our nerve endings screaming.. So close...And then, simultaneously, we ease the pressure, denying one another finality, knowing that when we do reach our peak it will be unspeakably intense.Your cock throbs against my tongue as I suck more softly. I grip your glans lightly between my teeth, flicking your slit with my tongue, tasting you, stroking your shaft. Your talented fingers glide between my legs, tracing the wetness sliding drop by drop down my thighs. I can feel you. Since she already had me in her hand for the inspection, she began slowly stroking my now fully swollen cock. Once I was hard enough to be 'functional', she stood up, turned around and bent over the dining table and reaching around to guide me into her wet pussy. The view I had of my newly shaved smooth cock slowly sliding between her lips was at first startling to me, but as the wet warmth of her tight pussy engulfed my cock I began to forget all about the shaving experience and focus instead. "Yes Mum," I said, "I just... I just need some time to recover."Understatement of the year.I got to my room, and shut the door.My room was totally different: a pink laptop, lots of girl stuff, and afull length mirror.I unzipped my jeans, immediately noticing how close my hand was to mycrotch without the familiar rubbing against my penis.Yet... how can I describe it... I still felt like I had a penis. I couldsense it was in there, somewhere.I pulled my jeans down, revealing a very feminine pair.