It was only semi hard hanging down through the hole.I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my hand around it. Damn it felt so good in my grasp. It throbb...d and moved as I stroked it. If by magic it grew harder and slowly rose until it looked enormous about 9.5” long and nearly twice as thick as my own! I heard the guy in a foreign accent maybe Middle Eastern telling me to suck him! His command was overpowering to me. I knew that I was to obey his every wish. This big dicked master controlled me. .I adored the way they looked and smelled. I loved theirmannerisms. I loved the way they dressed - especially stockings andhigh-heeled shoes. I enjoyed their warm, caring supportiveness ratherthan the briskness of men and the boisterous bullying of most boys myown age.That first clandestine experience of dressing in womens' was repeatedhundreds of times in my childhood and adolescence. I loved stockings andlater pantyhose the most - sometimes even wearing them under my pants toschool, and at. I asked what her mom said, and she answered that it was true, she no longer wanted sex and that I was just going to have to get used to it. I said isn't that just fucking terrific. She said she knew it was bullshit and not fair. Is that why you've been grumpy so much the last while? I admitted it was, and she said, you do know I love you and want to help. How can you help I said? She promptly took off her blouse and bra and said I think you know. I should say now that she is 5ft.4, 110 lbs.. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally.