I grabbed my novel and a coffee, told dispatch that I’d be checking electrical rooms, and headed to the roof. Luckily, it was Saturday so there woul...n’t be any HVAC guys around, I thought. There were one or two that I wouldn’t mind finding, but no one paid contractors overtime to fix a/c units on a 70* day. I resigned myself to solitude and sat down to read.The novel was interesting enough, a story about an Englishman in WWI and his French amore. I flipped page after page, enjoying the. I keep stroking that big cock as I squirt lube all over it- I’m becoming hypnotized. I want it. I can’t take my eyes from it.I stand up, reach for my poppers and give my dick a few tugs as I stare at the flashing images on my television. I start thinking of my dick as a clitty, and I open the popper bottle and take a deep inhale on in each nostril- “You are a fag- You are a sissy slut” I start moving my hips like a woman, staring down at Bam. I look up to see a giant black cock entering a. Ab dard kyu hone lag gaya.Fir B ne peeche se mere muh par thappad mara aur mere muh neeche kar diya, taaki A mere muh mein lund daal kar mujhe chup kara sake. Kafi der chodne ke baad B aur C ab jhadne waale the.Dono zor-zor se jhatke maarne lage aur unhone mujhe hawa mein uchaalna shuru kar diya. Jisse A ka lund mere muh se nikal gaya. Ab B aur C poora zor lagakar mujhe chod rahe the.Fir unhone mujhe neeche fenk diya aur mere muh pe paani ki pichkaariya chodh di. Main thak chuki thi aur mera. “What a nice picture,” she said, picking it up. She sat on the bed. “I didn’t know Chad sailed.”“Last summer,” my mom answered for me. “He spent most of the summer at sailing school and got pretty good. Not racing good, just a competent skipper of a decent-sized sloop. Here, I’ve got more pictures.”Mom sat next to Marty on the bed and opened her phone. She scrolled for a half minute, then stopped and pointed. Marty nodded. Scroll, nod. Scroll, nod. Marty took the phone and began scrolling.