" Not really?" Well, maybe once or twice. You know. Kids being kids. I wore some ofmy sister's things."He smiled. "And did you like it?" I can't remem...er," I said. "I mean, I didn't do it for long, so Iguess not." Louis, length doesn't measure desire. You could have had other factorsstop you. A girlfriend. Getting caught. Joining a sports team. You see,transvestism can be a controlled urge for a growing boy. Some kids arehelpless to fight it. And some can block it for years." Dr. Martin, I. This one day, I went up to the stairway just inside the roof door. I had my jeans and my underwear down and was lost in some incredibly sexual dream. Undoubtedly, in my dream, I was doing some sexy girl that I knew. My hand was pulling my foreskin up and down on my rock hard organ. It generally felt so good as I approached my orgasm.What had begun as a gentle tug up and then an equally gentle tub down had moved on to a more vigorous up/down, and then up/down. As the precum oozed out of the top. Shelley smiled as she squeezed my cock. She finished undoing my pants and pulled my dick out.“I’ve never seen one before. It’s beautiful,” she cooed.Shelley continued to squeeze and stroke it while kissing me. Her kisses ran down my chest to my mid-section. She lifted her head and just stared at my rigid cock. I could feel her breath as she panted on my dick.“It’s amazing. The way it moves and twitches. When you breathe in it moves up a bit.”Then IT happened. Shelley opened her mouth. Shaking a bit Tankena remembered the last time he'd had to pay for their services, it had taken three years to finally escape their daily pounding of his sex to get pregnant. Fatin drifted up to Tankena her long nails trailing up and down his crotch, "I can't wait," she smiled even more wickedly. "You lasted far longer than I thought you would," leaning closer she whispered in his ear, "I did so enjoy pounding myself on you, it makes me tingle to think I will get to breed with you again..