Some of it was even glued to my pillow! "This is sick!" Thank goodness I have my own shower! Most of my, uh, explosion was on the pillow. I flipped it...over in case anyone looked in, and ran for the bathroom."This is all your fault!" I grumbled at my erection. She didn't seem to care. Yes, she. It's my cock, and I think of her as a girl. People might think that's weird. So what? "Hey stupid! Go down already! I gotta piss!" Everyone knows that most guys have trouble going pee when they have a. She didn’t have anything sexy; my mom was forty when she had me and my dad, forty-six—nothing special. I would get into her nightgowns and parade around the house, and the girls in the family found it cute, so they would call me “Samantha”. When we would go out to the department stores I loved the feeling of the women’s underwear, the satins and silks, lycra and spandex, it all felt so wonderful to me. I remember I would raid my sister’s panty drawer and sneak on her panties, one time when I. My hand was trembling, but I reached out and touched him. His cock felt warm and smooth and moved under my finger tips. “Hold it” he said and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and felt it swell and harden. “It feels nice, right?” My cock was so hard it hurt. I nodded yes. I moved my hand up and down him, like I would do to mine and he moaned softly. “Yeah, that’s so good. You are making me so hard!” Strangely, I felt encouraged by his words and continued to hold and stroke his massive. I lean forward and kiss you - so very gently! - stroking your hair, my eyes slitted, all but closed, my tongue tracing the contours of your lips. My arms involuntarily clutch you tighter, wanting, needing to feel you next to me. My pulse is racing; I'm dizzy with desire and with love, and God, it feels so good! Warmth fills us, surrounds us, becomes one with us, and I kiss you again, deeper this time, a slow, lingering caress with lips and tongue. We sigh, and you convulsively clutch me.