I’m not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one...of those times. A flat tire on the way to my dead end job was just the start. My boss had reamed me for something I wasn’t even involved in. I lost one of my best clients and my favorite team got eliminated from the playoffs. Enough, already. When I got home and made a cup of noodles, and the depression and loneliness hit. I decided I needed to get. Folding his muscular arms over his big chest, he leaned back so he could kind of sit/lean back on the corner of the teacher’s desk. I didn’t bother to be sneaky about it when I looked over and dropped my gaze to his huge erection bulge. And it really was fucking huge, too! Holy smokes, it seemed Peter had the entire package when it came to sexual allure. Great face, smoking hot body, and now a boner that was obviously well above the average mark. I think I may have stared a little too long,. Males were in the minority, less than one in a thousand. The male gender and the neuter gender were not absent, just rarely applied. All children, regardless of plumbing between their legs, were referred to as "she" and as "girls." Even the few boys. In HoChaRa there were seven or eight genders.I smiled and waved to the audience as I had been coached. My own costume was mostly make-up that made it easy for the cameras to pick me up. My tattoos on my shoulders and the backs of my hands—that was. So this guy in the neighborhood would be out with his k**, letting the k** ride their bike etc and 90% of the time, he was shirtless. He is HOT! My ideal rough, rugged, manly kind of guy - the kind you know is wild in the bedroom. I wanted him. I had to have him. We would exchange smiles, or wave to each other in passing, and then started doing little signals etc. I'd grab my crotch like I was a thug with low hanging pants and just hold it there a little longer than you would if you were.