He was sitting here in my computer swivel chair and I was sitting on a folding chair shoulder to shoulder to him. As I said, without looking my way he...closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He was to my left so I reached my left hand over and took hold of another man's cock for the first time ever!It felt so strange as I slowly stroked it like he was. I was stroking a hard cock similar in size to my own, yet I didn't feel mine being stroked. And it was over to my left at that. I was lost. He spotted his brother across the patio and excused himself from his conversation with the group of old guys who were giving him golf tips. Steven walked across the patio, past the pool, past the group of adults laughing hilariously, past the old banker with a bottle of wine in each hand, filling the glasses of everyone he passed. So this, Steven thought, is how rich people party. Not bad, he thought.His aunt was turning 50 this weekend and her friends had thrown her a party at one of their. She was slim built, with bleached blonde hair and was only 5ft 2in tall, but she had an amazing curvy figure with her pert 34c breasts which she always loved to show off in skimpy tops.As she turned to hand me my drink she noticed me looking at her incredibly small pert arse, with a grin she then said "caught you, you dirty sod!" with that i apologised for looking and felt rather embarrassed for having been caught. Then without a thought about the consequences she walked towards me and smiled. But it wasn't just the possible residue of makeup that was worrying me. Iwas concerned that maybe I was acting differently, that something wouldreveal my secret. It could be my speech, or my body language, or - I don'tknow - some kind of telepathic projection ... Whatever, I was half convincedthat I would be recognised as The Boy Who Dressed Up as a Girl.It was not that I regretted what we had done - not even the terrifyingouting to the shops. Even without the reward of my first (and.