Everyone else just stood around watching him have sex with my bottom. They were just chatting to each other like it was not a big deal and I felt so ...solated and ashamed. The honey made it easy for him to slide in and out and as he was using me another guy knelt down in front of me and pushed his cock to my mouth. Someone yanked a handful of my hair hard making me let out a groan and as I did he thrust his cock into my mouth. My body was being pushed back and forth between the two guys. .. say again ... Oh, sweet Jesus!” He looked up in horror at us. “Another one just took out the Pentagon!”The other guys just stared at each other, white faced. “Where are we going?” I asked.The guy who was listening to his earbud seemed to be in charge. “Sir, that is classified information.”“Excuse me?” I asked incredulously.“Sir, where you are at a time like this is classified.”“Who the hell am I going to tell?” I demanded. “I’m on the plane with you! Now, where are we going?” I looked out. 1. I am no longer dressing for myself. I am no longer dressing for my gender. I am no longer dressing to pass as a woman as most sissy boys are prone to do. I am dressing for other men, Black men. I am dressing to attract and please Black men. I will dress the part always. I agree that I will, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, dress in the absolute sexiest clothing with which I can get away with, depending on the circumstances. When I have to dress in boy clothes I will wear the. "I have a long time friend I've known since college. He's always lusted after me and I admit there have been times when I teased him mercilessly. I've always thought that he had an eye for men, too, even if he never acted on it. Anyway, he's recently divorced - for the third time... he's so handsome - and he's coming out here a few days before Labor Day and I'm thinking that we should have a foursome. I'll even let him fuck me for the first time. But more than anything, I want to see him suck.