Young for Hung

I feel like I am addicted. Like I will go mad if I don’t get it. But I am choosy too. I want it hard and big enough to choke me. I want cock and now. I never knew I would go so crazy for it, but after my first encounter I was hooked like a junkie. I love sucking it and fucking it and the more I get the more I want. Especially tonight for some reason. I have been jonesin’ for a fix since I got out of class. I thought about trying to score then, but decided to wait until nightfall when the really hot guys come out. I love cruisin’ the bars looking for those bands of gold that tells me they are married, but are also in need.

My own cock aches now for it, though it seems more like a bother than a blessing. I hate being a guy. I want to be a girl, especially when I am with a guy who has a big luscious piece of meat. I never realized I was this way until I confessed to my sister my fantasies. Lily is the best. She understood and even told me that no matter what she loved me and just wanted me to be happy. I showed her the magazines I got off to and the panties that I stole from her to wear. She just giggled and hugged me and said she would try to help.

She did help. By just loving me she helped.

“It’s OK Chris. You are just human and have needs.” She said while she lay in the tub.

I watched her full breasts move in the bubbles and wished they were mine. We had been living together for 2 years in the city and had developed a very close relationship. Our relationship got closer as I became her sister/brother plaything. She said she would help me dress as a girl and get guys, but in return I would have to pleasure her with my cock. No big deal. We kissed on the deal. I love the way my sister kisses. She has the best tongue and lips and though I have kissed several men since then, I could make out with her for hours.

The night of my confession my world started to change.

“Show me your cock.” She ordered from the tub. I took it out stroking it a little since it was in a state of limbo.