” With Gullah already semi-erect, JP’s jaw almost hit the floor as he gawked at the size of the uncut monster before him.In a shaky voice, JP aske..., “Do you have lube?”“Don’t need any,” answered Gullah, before continuing, “My cock leaks slime like a faucet. Your pussy will be as wet as a swamp by the time I enter you.”As Gullah toyed with the head of his own dick, he invited JP to feel it for himself. Hesitantly, JP touched Gullah’s erect penis. As Gullah milked his dick, JP felt ever. When I tapped his shoulder, he still did not move but I noticed that his ass moved up and down. I looked closer and I could see the tip of his dickhead poking out of his shorts. My dick got even harder and my mouth was getting wet with the possible thought of sucking on it. I tapped him again and he still was motionless except that his hand was moving. He was opening and closing it as if he wanted to grab something. So I called his bluff and moved closer to where he could grab my dick if he. "Make yourself comfortable. I looked around and there was really no furniture just lots of pillows and small tables. I took off my shoes and he helped me out of my clothes,. He ran his hands all over me as he undressed me. I was feeling his hairy back and butt. He whispered into my ear "let's Fuck!" I shook my head in agreement. We lowered ourselves onto the cushions and explored each other's bodies. His buddy was covered in thick black hair. It was hard to find his nipples as they were hidden. Society tries to stomp out our emotions and kill who we really are. After being changed it is worse, much worse. You see after being changed you stay who you are in your mind. Twenty something years of personal history is very hard to throw away over night. There is no magic to wearing girl's clothes, or to sex, or to hormones. Heck, ask any scientist, hormones may amplify emotions but they do not create them or control them. With time you do adapt to the change, but adaptation does not mean.