"No, Honey, this is serious. You've femmed up verynicely, but I've just been easing you into things. This next phaseis going to be an all-out frontal ...ttack on your masculinity. Youhave to know that and be willing to accept it."Not exactly an incitement to forge ahead, was it? Nevertheless, Istopped clowning, got up my courage, and said Yes. I was curiousabout just exactly what form that "frontal attack" would take.***I began to find out the next morning when Pam woke me by rubbing adildo on my. It would be probably one of the cleaning women, making her way through the building. I paid no more attention to the noise and returned to my wild fantasies.Suddenly, a shadow appeared in my doorway. I looked over and there was a huge black man there; smiling on me as if he had have caught me doing something naughty. I had never met him; but he was a very handsome black guy; tall and muscled. He was fully dressed in black clothes…Without so much as a word between us, he got closer to me and. Justin didn’t even think as he began swallowing. Tom’s cum was a bit more saltier than Ken’s, but Justin wasn’t about to spill a single thick drop. Tom bucked his hips, forcing his cock to race in and out of Justin’s mouth as it was slinging thick strands of man seed. As he was swallowing Tom’s sperm, Justin’s cock unleashed its own rage, firing round after round of love pellets sharply into Tom’s sperm hungry mouth. As Justin’s was having an orgasm, his anal muscles went into a seizure like. So the young man, for that is what he had become, spent his days up in the lonely hills with only the calls of the sheep and the crying of the curlews to break the incessant soughing of the wind in the long grass.Shepherding is, by its nature, a lonely and mostly monotonous business. To pass the time the young man carved a flute and taught himself to play, taking as his inspiration the sounds of the moors; merry tunes for the days when the sun danced on the swaying grasses, melancholy tunes for.