My lookers are probably my best feature. I've never really liked anything else body-wise, so they're kinda the only thing I like besides one OTHER thi...g...Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two. She chose a pink skirt that would have fit her when she was Lewis’s age for me. The skirt barely covered my butt, but it did. I was told that I should behave like a lady but that I would have prissy skimpy/girly clothes chosen for me. My Aunt said that I was free to hold my skirt down if the wind blows it up, and I would start to appreciate what girls have to go through when men stare.I never once got hard while I got dressed, and I only had a few dirty thoughts as I looked at my Cousin’s lacey. We entered the bus and occupied the second last seat. I sat with Aarti while my friend sat with Riddhi. We had bought some beers to have some fun on the bus.As the journey started, all were busy with their work. I opened a beer and had a few sips. Aarti grabbed the beer from me and started drinking. We fought funnily like a couple.While fighting, I was coming close to her like I wanted to kiss her and would intentionally touch her boobs and other parts. She knew my intentions so she would also. Now i didnt do anything, i was scared he might kick me out plus he might be straight. A few months went by, Mark and I had become friends. We used to drink together and all. I was still interested in him but had lost all hope of ever getting him. I still had a thing for him, i used to find way to see him naked. I would peep on him when he showered. He had a massive dick, like 10 inch monster cock. One day it all changed, I was in my room jerking off to gay porn. I fell asleep naked after a good.