He suffered the final insultto his boyhood when Angela took the two strips of cloth hanging from thefront waistband, about an inch wide and a foot lon..., and fashioned theminto a perfect, pretty bow.Anthony looked down, struggling to accept that he was wearing suchgirlish clothing. He was only vaguely aware of Angela strapping his feetinto a pair of beach sandals, pink of course, and saying that they wereready to go out once she had changed. He was only disturbed out of histrance when she said. He passed by the living room on his way, and glancing in, saw his sister curled up on the couch, watching TV. She looked up at him with a concerned expression, but he didn't stop walking. Climbing out of his clothes and jumping into his bed, Mark fell almost immediately asleep, exhausted and drained.It was almost noon the next morning before Mark finally woke up, having slept hard and sound all night. He sat up in his bed and flicked on the clock radio on the night stand. He started to think. "I gotto get dressed and stop him, he'll ruin everything!"***Tom came around the side of the house not stopping until he was almostto the front porch. Stepping up onto the porch from the end, he spotteda well-dressed man standing by the front door. The man's long white hairheld back in a ponytail and neatly trimmed beard gave him adistinguished look. He wore what looked like a well-tailored black suitjacket and pants along with a white shirt and matching white tie. Tomhad never met his wife's. "What are you some sort of fag?" He said smiling."I- wa- I- Ju" I tried to speak."Look, since you're such a fag, I'll let you suck my cock." He said smugly while he released his fat eight incher.No that's not what I want I'm straight I love pussy I don't want this fat ... juicy ... dripping cock-"Thank you." I heard myself say as I devoured the monster.I licked the shaft feeling the cock get harder, feeling every vein with my tongue, savoring the old semen surrounding the rigid appendage. Then.