After the third time we lay in bed and compared notes. "I always wanted to be a boy, and it was so easy. Girls can wear whatever, so I started to dres... like a boy, cut my hair short, and after a while everyone thought I was a boy. Mom didn't like it at first and always made me do the chores boys usually do, but then I figured why not? After a while she started to call me Steven, just like everyone else, and now, nobody knows, except you." I told him my story, about the fear and shame, how dad. .well, fuck it hurt. I pulled away and whip around and she grabs my head, shoves my face back in her crotch and I lick away, working her clit like I do best. Next thing I know I hear a man's voice and feel what only a cock must feel like and lubricant dripping from my balls and that same cock slide inside my asshole. Pain is gone by now, in fact it feels pretty good. Now there hasn't ever been anything going in that hole, so I know it must have been tight and it only takes a little work on. It was boring journey and was hot as it was July. I had boarded the train in Bangalore early morning and train was scheduled to arrive Mumbai next day afternoon.Complete day passed by and with kind of old aged people travelling with me, It made journey super boring. By late evening my compartment was deserted as maximum people got down at belgaum and kohlapur. Now in my compartment we were only 2 people and in boggie there were hardly 15 to 20 people. So we stretched our self and had. He pushed me down to my knees and stuffed his still rock hard Cock down my gagging throat. I just let him fuck my mouth and throat like the whore I am until he splattered my face with another huge load.He rubbed his cock in the cumm and had me lick it all off which I eagerly did.After a smoke break where he belittled me as a faggot, sissy, cock sucking anal whore he brought out a huge dildo and a bottle of lube.He bent me over, lubed my ass, and shoved the dildo all the in in making me.