I know what I'll see. A pretty girl. Why do Ihave to be pretty as a girl? I don't' want to be a girl. I don't want towear this stuff. I don't want to ...e pretty.I check the mirror. There's a sluttier version of the girl from thisafternoon reflected at me. Darker make-up I guess. Really bold red lips.I touch them. They look... juicy? I don't know."You look awesome, sis!" she beams. "You're so pretty! You're beautiful." Ok!" I slur.I'm mesmerized by my appearance. I touch my hem. She touches her. Sein Prügel will immer tiefer in meinen Mund, ich bin geil. Er: „Hohl tief Luft.“ Warum? Er beugt meinen Kopf noch weiter nach hinten und schiebt seinen Steifen in meinen Hals. Seine Eichel hinter meinem Zäpfchen, ich bekomme keine Luft mehr. Hart und schnell fickt er mich in den Hals, 10 Sekunden. Ich werde geil und geiler. 20 Sekunden, er wird größer in meinem Rachen, ich brauche Luft, fange an zu zucken. 30 Sekunden, er stöhnt laut, sein harter Schwanz pulsiert und in meiner Speiseröhre wird. As far as I was concerned, I was gay all over again, more gay than ever. That night, I jacked off thinking of Tyler and his smile. I pictured him naked. I imagined him gay instead of straight. I imagined he liked me and that we made out.Actually, Tyler did seem to like me, maybe as instantly as I liked him. But then, straight guys do get bro-crushes and, like I said, Tyler didn't act gay. Jason wouldn't hang out with him if he did.And Jason did hang out with him. Tyler was over every day that. I liked the way Michael took a more-dominant role, by making me take his cock out in the car, and the way he was somewhat indifferent to me as I sucked his cock and balls. Then he threw the wash cloth back at me and abruptly left, after showing no interest in helping me to ejaculate. In short, I was beginning to realize that I got very aroused at the thought of being used by men for their pleasure.After having no success at finding other men from the area on the story site, I was becoming even.