HOW ONE PEEPING TOM MORNING TURNED ME INTO A SHEMALE SISSY BITCH

Hell Mr Perkins was fuckin milkin my young prostrate gland long before I even knew I had one? Then when a yet a second dirty diget entered my back alley to join the first one, my CLimax arrived. Millions of pins and needles throbbing thousands of volts of pleasure nerves all over my cock, balls and entire insides too. It seemed to me like it would never stop as I rode this magic carpet ride almost to the fuckin stars. Then I next remember a wet cold face cloth waking me up. I was on the den floor then with only the lingering faint taste of his Cock Cum to link me with our gay play day..

In making me promise on moms life to keep our queer frolics a total secret to the rest of the world, Mr. Parker kissed me softly on the forehead as I left via his backyard slider later that afternoon. Tucked under my tee shirt and down in my shorts were two gay magazines imported from Denmark that would help educate me on the inner most workings of the Gay Lifestyle.

Yes I would discover many new things about sex in the upcoming years. Tops and bottoms, sub and doms, acts both oral and anal, group, fettishes and fantasies. So now some 14 years later and long after Mr/Mrs Parker left this good earth, I live in his hot little trailer and sometimes leave my slider drapes wide open. Why last Saturday morning I discovered what appears to be sneaker foot prints in my flower garden soil just below my bedroom window. they appear to around size nine or ten which has me wondering if Allen the very tall new boy in the park might just have some gay blood running threw his veins?? Perhaps I should bring the vcr out into the living room for the next few nights and play some hot gay movies? I wonder if Allen ever was a scout? Hummmmm!!!!! PS. the legal age of sexual consent is 16 here as it is in most US States these days.