." "I'm pleased," he said. We didn't stay. Considering her excited state, I offered to take her home and she accepted gratefully. Sitting in the car o...tside her apartment building, I took down her address and phone number. "I want to see you tomorrow," I said simply. "Y... Yes, Sir. I... I want to see you too." "You had a good time tonight, didn't you?" "It was incredible. I've never done anything like that before. I hope no one saw." "I saw." She swallowed and blushed, nodding and looked down. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of. So far as could be determined from his intermittent contacts, the girl was a homebody. Early Wednesday evening, in the midst of an all-day drizzling rain, he followed her, on foot, to a supermarket not far from her home. But the market was relatively small, and the clothing she was wearing was not provocative. He decided it would be unwise to follow her inside.It rained heavily all day Thursday, and Phelps confined himself to a single after-work drive-by. He saw nothing.Friday night, he. Wrapping my lips tightlyaround his hard shaft, with his head now in my mouth, I sucked andrubbed my tongue against the sensitive underside while I continued tomassage his shaft and balls.The more I took of his cock, the more I wanted. I would let it out ofmy mouth only to slavishly lick along the length of his shaft, eachtime stopping to pay homage to the oversized head, and then back downthe long shaft again. I eagerly slurped around the bulbous head,swishing my tongue as I gently squeezed his.