Main jis din return karne wala tha us din uske phone aaya maine bolamain aaj ja raha hoon to wo bole thik hai mere ko bhe aaj return karna hai aur mai... 2 ticket book karwa leta hoon mere to man main jaise ladoo phutne laga kyun ki puri raat bhar main uski saath travel karunga raat ko karib 10 pm hum log bus main chad gaye thand ki mahina tha Main sirf ek jacket pehna hua tha wo both ek chhadar aur jacket pehne the jab mere se thand saha nahin gaya to wo mere ko dekhi aur boli ye chhadar thoda. I'm a b-babe..." He tried to say the word 'boy'."...booob...babe..."His mouth wouldn't say the words he had really wanted to say. Words like'boy', 'guy', 'man', 'male'...any masculine phrase, in reference tohimself...were now astonishingly impossible for his mouth to vocalize.What's HAPPENING to me?? The sensible side of his evidently-weakeningmale mind protested.At this point, he noticed that the vacuum cleaner had been turned offoutside, and he was hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes. His jeans were pulled up to the correct level at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone’s hands. As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his. “Check this out,” he said to John. He pulled a hammer out of the tool box, and ran his fingers up and down the round rubber coated handle. “That oughta do the trick,” John proclaimed. Mack threw him the hammer, and went back to exploring. He moved some more blankets and he found a half empty container of motor oil, and a tire iron. He tossed the oil to John, and stood behind me with the steel tire iron. “This’ll get you warmed up in a hurry,” he explained, and he fucked my ass wickedly.