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Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 1 It was almost a year since I had moved to Boston, and I wasn't yet fully engaged with the city. It is really a nice and cosmopolitan town and I had lots of things at hand that should have been enough to make me happy: several art galleries beside the one I was working for, museums, exhibitions, and other art schools like the one I was attending to. I felt however that something was lacking in my life, and I was pretty sure it was a human relationship. I was just a shy young guy, not very tall at 5'5", and quite skinny, so I didn't have great appeal to most women, even while I get along pretty well with them. Trouble was they didn't seem to feel physically attracted to me in general. I actually had a few dates with some girls and a couple of them indeed become girlfriends of sorts, but sex didn't work very well, and they quickly dropped me, and both times I realized that it was basically my fault, because I never seemed to satisfy them, although I also knew they never made me feel deeply in love or committed beyond an early infatuation that quickly washed away. So, here starts my confession: while I tried to date girls and become a regular guy, I had been partly attracted to men since early after my puberty. I become self-conscious of that fact when I started feeling ashamed at my high school lockers after sports, when I found myself avoiding to look at other boys' naked bodies, and always had a hard time when I got in the middle of a bunch of boys at school. This never helped much with my natural shyness and pushed me more aside most forms of social life in general. I spent lots of time alone, and as you can imagine, I had to handle my sex drive on my own and started consuming porn off the internet, as I guess so many people do nowadays. Then, although I started with regular straight porn, over time I found myself increasingly attracted to anal sex and blow-job scenes, and I couldn't fool myself for too long: while the girls' bodies were attractive to me, what really made me hot were the guys? bodies and cocks. Strangely enough, I started trying some gay porn but it didn't worked so well for me. Yes, some of the guys looked hot, but the sex scenes seemed a bit weird, or maybe I felt guilty watching them, and I kept looking for anal involving women. I admit I was quite confused, because I started picking movies following my favorite girls, but I was always playing fast-forward to the parts where hunks appeared to feed of fucked them. Indeed I also skipped all the vaginal acts and jumped right to the oral or anal action. And every time I tried gay movies I experienced a mild arousal, hardly reaching climax while masturbating. But deep inside me I still had the idea that my attraction for men was stronger than anything I could feel for women, which was always closer to friendship or nothing at all. So after my failures dating girls I decided it was time to try luck getting involved in a gay relationship. But... Of course this was not easy due to my lack of character. I was too coward to go to a gay club or some place with that potential right away. But as I felt more lonely, the idea overcome any other need, pushing me closer and closer to a risk threshold. Some time later I became good friends with Vernon, a handsome guy from my art school. We shared just a couple optional classes but we got along well, so we start meeting from time to time to go to the movies or have some drinks, and I quickly noticed that our meetings were becoming more like actual dates and his gaze over me stayed far longer than usual for a friend. I knew something could be building up with Vernon, and I just waited for him to make his move, but making huge efforts not to send any discouraging signal. He was really attractive, with his latino roots and his athletic body, much taller than me and with a manly build, although good mannered and tidy. Definitively away from the macho prototype, he was handsome and appealing nevertheless. He seemed a bit too smart for me and sometimes when we were together I felt we got to a point where I couldn't follow his arguments anymore, but although I didn't have high expectations in a long relationship, I already had a crush on him and I was looking forward to have my first gay experience. One night we went together to one of his friends' classical music concerts at the Berklee Performance Center, and after the show we walked to a restaurant nearby to have dinner. He had a nice conversation on contemporary musical arrangement, a tad too intellectual for my limited understanding, but anyway, I doubled my effort listening to him, and I had a wonderful time enjoying his smarts and admiring his beautiful lips letting his low key voice bounce around me. After dinner he drove me home, and in a heroic act of courage I invited him to come in for a while. I got a couple glasses of white wine and we sat on the sofa, keeping the flow of our conversation, where he did most of the speech and I nodded approvingly, until he started praising the style of my apartment, then complimenting my blue eyes, speaking softly and getting closer until our faces met and he kissed my lips. I stood there, frozen, and it seemed he was not very sure about what to do either. He withdrew a bit, looking at me, my face stoned, by my eyes probably glassy by the urging sensation boiling inside me. He moved back to me and kissed me again, this time a bit harder and longer. And now I could feel the moisture of his lips and something inside me finally snapped and I opened my mouth and moved closer to him, almost melting against his chest. His face rotated a bit and our lips locked together while his wet tongue entered my mouth and started probing around. I could feel my temperature body rising and my cock twitching inside my trousers as his hands started to wander around my torso, and I hugged his head and let him suck my tongue as my hands caressed his short black hair. We kept kissing and stroking each other and he slowly began to slip his hand under my shirt. I was very excited and I wished he were going a little faster, but he was too polite and I thought he didn't want to risk pushing too hard. So I let him continue at his own pace and we went slipping down over the sofa until he finally got over me, and I shyly hugged him, attracting his body closer to mine, our kisses getting wetter and hotter. He began unbuttoning my shirt while gently kissing my chest, and once my shirt was off he whispered to my ear if I preferred to move to my room. I was so horny by then that I asked him to stay there, and then helped him undress, revealing his sexy complexion, and a promising hard-on stretching the fabric of his boxers. There he was, standing in front of me. I was seated in the sofa and I had my face just a few inches from a real, erect cock waiting for me. My hands trembled as I worked the elastic of his boxers to get them down his thighs, and suddenly his cock sprang free and I saw the target of my wet dreams and desires at reach for the first time. I still hesitated a couple seconds, but then took his cock in my hand and started feeling it. His skin was tight and soft, and it felt warm to my touch. I slowly squeezed my hand back toward his pelvis and saw his darker glans emerge out of its foreskin while he let a groan escape from his mouth. A couple more gentle strokes and I could see I small crystalline drop forming at the tip. I looked up to his eyes and he smiled and sweetly put a hand over my head. "Time to do it", I thought, and stretching out my tongue I ran it over the tip and tasted this tiny sample of man juice. It was almost tasteless but incredibly silky, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I finally moved forward and closed my lips around his cock tip and slowly started milking it. Oh, my! What an incredible sensation... I could barely notice, but as I sucked, his hand gently pushed my head closer, encouraging me to take more and more inside my mouth. And somehow my mouth started producing a lot of spit to lubricate my eager pumping. This was even better than I had thought. I finally felt like the girls in those porn videos that I had dreamt emulating so many times. All my senses were captivated by the forceful sensation of his cock penetrating my mouth, pulling my craving lips back and forth, the smooth skin sliding along my tongue which tasted his flesh while my nose collected for my memory the fantastic smell of another man's crotch. I may have sucked him for about five minutes and was in ecstasy when he began to moan louder and I could feel he was about to come. I was prepared to go to the end and somehow was expecting to try the taste of cum when he withdrew from my mouth, stumbled beside me on the sofa and kissing me again, stroked himself off until he came over my chest and trousers. Somehow I enjoyed the feeling of his sticky cum over me, but I sure was expecting something more than that for my first time. He hugged me and placed himself at my side, stroking my neck and hair, catching his breath relaxed and satisfied, while I was yet terribly excited. I tried to overcome my shyness and slid over his body, taking his softening cock in my hand and stroking it, feeling the rests of semen with my fingers, then starting kissing his pectorals down to his groin, willing to suck him again until I could get him hard and ready for more. But he took my shoulders and told me "You don't need to do this", that I had been wonderful and he was completely done, and thanked me with another wet kiss. I was astonished. He started talking again while he got dressed, and I just remained there, seated on the sofa, with an aching bulge in my trousers, just waiting for him to go without saying a word. He didn't seem to notice my emotional shock anyway. When he was fully dressed he told me it has been a great night and he was very sorry having to leave me. I stood up and went straight to the bathroom, waving him goodbye while asking him please to make sure the door was properly closed after leaving. I got into the bathroom, slammed the door and looked at myself in the mirror while I heard the apartment door closing outside. There were a couple bright traces of his cum over my belly and some damp shadow over my trousers. I slipped a finger over my skin collecting a thin coat of semen and smelled it, then sucked my finger and tasted it. It wasn't bad, but... Damn! He was gone! I felt sick of all this. I began thinking that it was my entire fault. Why couldn't I start a normal relationship with any human being..? or at least find someone who could fulfill some of my expectations? What an asshole I was! Maybe I was asking for too much, but... I felt really sick. I went to bed, tried to calm down and masturbate myself for awhile trying to release the pain in my balls, but I could hardly stay hard and after a long time I only reached a meager orgasm. I had thought about eating my own cum, but after I came the idea didn't looked so good anymore. Annoyed with myself, with Vernon and the whole world I tried to sleep, revolting on the bed for hours, getting just some scanty sleep. ## Next morning I got up with a bad headache and decided that I couldn't go on with so much work and study-related activities and so little of a real life. So I get dressed with some skinny jeans, plain t-shirt and hoodie, packed some clothes in a backpack and went to the airport, decided to give myself a break and go anywhere, literally speaking. I was so mad that my only plan was to get a map and pick any appealing place as far as possible. Once at the airport I went to an information counter and peered at a bunch of brochures. There was a little one with the Canadian flag that got my attention. It wasn't a bad idea to leave the country, after all. The brochure showed a beautiful place called Vancouver Island. I've never heard of it, and that alone was quite inspiring, but when I saw the pictures of towering mountains and exquisite coastal vistas, I immediately decided that this would be my destination. I bought a ticket to Vancouver and just had to wait for a couple hours wandering around the terminal, having lunch, reading a magazine and walking by, leaving my mind drift in blankness. I just kept looking at the tiny pictures at the brochure, wishing that this magical place could somehow change my life. I finally boarded the plane and once it took off and climbed to the sky, I looked at the clouds around us and felt so relaxed that I got asleep almost until we landed around 10 hours later. I felt incredibly good after that long sleep, and stretching my limbs I went down the plane full of energy and curiosity. A little unsure of what to expect, I got impressed with the size and stylish architecture of the place, combined with the stunning view of the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other. I was happy about selecting Canada. Even happier with the feeling that I was completely foreigner here and nobody knew me in thousands of miles around. Catching a bus to Victoria, on the southern tip of the huge Vancouver Island, I got thrilled by the magnificent scenery as a large ferry transported the whole bus through what seemed like a never-ending series of small islands. The vast amount of water and forests and decreasing density of people made me feel calmer and safer. Arriving in Victoria, I found it to be a quaint little taste of Britain, and an interesting place to visit. I rented a small car and headed north, exploring the Island's towns with not plan in mind. I just stopped everywhere, enjoyed the sight, and took another route. I felt really free after all. I just followed the advice of the people at the bars or motels where I rested. Someone mentioned I could make good time on the new inland highway or enjoy the sights on the older one that winds along the east coast. I opted for the latter, dropping the car and picking a bus instead, so I was even more relaxed. And I was not disappointed by the sight of the mighty Coast Mountains on the mainland to my east, across the Strait of Georgia. After a couple days of breathtaking natural splendor, I reached the northern end of the Island late one afternoon. The highway ended at a quaint town on one side of a sheltered bay. I could look right out the bay over the intervening strait and see the soaring, snow-capped mountains on the mainland. Unsure of where to go next, I noticed a sign on a building at the end of the highway identifying a newspaper. Believing that surely someone at the local newspaper should be able to answer my questions, I headed there and entered the building. I was asking a lady at the reception who seemed to know the surroundings pretty well, when a tall guy appeared to ask her to send a fax. She took the chance to introduced me to Harry, the newspaper editor and one of the people that better knew the whole region according to her, and indeed she asked him if he had a minute to help me. We shook hands while we introduced each other and he gave me a keenly appreciative look that made me drop my eyes to the map and probably blush. He and his charming smile, looking at me from about a head above, broad shoulders and this grayish hair that added to the knowledgeable impression he transpired. I followed the movement of his huge fingers while he pointed places in the maps and slowly started looking at his handsome face again, avoiding his gaze. After talking for a few minutes, Harry said that if I really wanted to make a good plan to travel about his land, the best would be to join him for dinner, as it was the newspaper's closing hour. Intrigued by the look in his penetrating brown eyes and captivated in only a few minutes of chatting, I hesitated a bit, but he smiled, saying that he was one of the local attractions, and his broad smile convinced me to accept. We had dinner in a restaurant with a fine view of Hardy Bay. Drinks flowed, dinner was eagerly consumed, and more drinks arrived. I couldn't recall enjoying a conversation this much in a very long time. He entertained me with tales of Canada, British Columbia and Vancouver Island, occasionally offering only fleeting glimpses into his life. I realized it had become late in the night and asked if he could recommend me a hotel to stay. With that sly smile that I was beginning to find extremely appealing, he suggested that I could stay in his guestroom. I shyly declined at first, but he told me his guestroom was ready and available, a pity to miss the bargain, so I finally accepted. As we left the restaurant and started walking to his house, his arm snaked around my waist, and it looked like we were father and son, although the neighborhood was empty with no one to care. As we kept walking through the deserted streets his hand slowly came to rest on the upper flesh of my right buttock. I felt it a little weird, but I didn't dared to object. In fact, it felt right after a while. Once we arrived at the house, he let me in first, switched the light, and after closing the door, he turned me around swiftly, facing him, and before I could say anything, I felt his hands around my waist and he kissed me. I didn't reacted at first, keeping my lips shut, but the power of his jaw promptly opened my mouth, and feeling the heat of his breath, I couldn't help but cross my arms around his neck and give up to his kiss. And what a wonderful kiss it was! In my memory it lasted for hours, days... I just remember his tongue playing with mine, so sexy that I realized that I was terribly aroused and accepting whatever may happen next. And then, all the while he went on kissing me, both of us breathing heavily by our noses, I felt his hands rubbing my buttocks very sweetly, pressing my body against him, and making me feel the growing bulge inside his pants against my belly. When he finally released my mouth it was to keep kissing my cheek, my jaw, down to the neck, and up again to my ear, where he whispered: "Want to know my bed?" I surprised myself nodding without further thinking, but I couldn't imagine then that I wouldn't be able to deny him anything in the future. He lifted me in his arms as a fireman saving someone, just that this time he was lighting the fire instead of fighting it. I loved this gesture, and admired his strength to do it so easily, as if I were a child. While kissing me, he walked to his room, and without turning the lights on, he slowly left me on the bed, placing himself above me, letting his weight press my body little by little. He is so much bigger than I am that I felt crushed under him, but that only contributed to my arousal. Still kissing me, his hands went down my legs, caressing them through the denim of my jeans, letting me spread my legs and crossed them around his'. Then the bulge inside his trousers placed against mine and he started rubbing them together. I moaned excitedly, and as he raised his waist a bit, I slipped my hands between our bodies and struggled with his belt and zipper. He let me do it while sucking my lips without stop, and just moved his hips a little to help me throw back his pants and release his cock from his underwear. As soon as I touched it, I noticed that his cock was pretty big, quite like the porn stars in the movies I watched, and that worried me a little, but not enough to stop. He stood up to take his shirt off and completely drop his pants, while I did the same with my clothes, and under the dim light from the window I saw his cock standing to me and I realized that it was really huge, even while it wasn't probably fully erect yet. I got a bit scared, but he didn't give me time to elaborate, as he took care of the sides of my straining briefs and pulled them down my legs, releasing my own full-standing dick, which bumped in anticipation, but looking really tiny in comparison. Then he swiftly pushed me over the bed linen and crawled over me again, our bodies rubbing each other naked this time, my fingers running along his muscles, feeling the powerful structure I have over me while his hands fondled and moved my legs as if I was a doll. The feeling of his mighty erection against mine was so exciting that I felt the urge to grab his cock and began learning with my fingertips the whole length and width of his manhood, the pulsating veins, the shape of its fruity glans. His own research concentrated on my thighs and my bum, which his hands caressed and squeezed appreciatively. This intimate contact -beyond anything I had experienced before- lead me to some purring and moaning he seemed to like. He kissed me again, and while I tasted his tongue once more, he moved to the side and made me spin again on his arms, placing me over him, his rock solid cock getting between my legs, pressing against my balls while my own cock got pressed between our bellies. I stretched my hands behind me and reached his cock which was comfortably laying between my buttocks. It was so thick and stiff! I caressed it while we kept kissing, and then I surprised myself once more letting my head move slowly, kissing his neck and then licking and kissing his pectorals and nipples, then his abdomen, all the way down to his pelvis, until I have to climb down from the bed and kneel down between his legs, reaching the base of his cock in my hands and then starting to lick its length up and down. I marvelled at the sheer size of it, and while I kept licking around, I tried to figure out what to do next. Given it was taking too much for me to decide, he held my chin in his hand and taking his own shaft, he drove it between my lips. Thus I stop hesitating and eagerly opened my mouth and got his huge cock-head in, starting to suck it with my lips and tongue, delighted as never before. I had sucked Vernon's cock already, and I had loved doing it despite the overall bad experience with him, but he didn't drive me to this feeling of strong desire, that worshipping frenzy that I was feeling now for his phallus. I found myself sucking it with desperation while I started jerking him off. His hands took my head and started bobbing it over his pipe, and even when that seemed a bit rough and scary, I couldn't resist him and I let him fuck my mouth that way, even pressing my lips tighter around his throbbing cock. Of course all that pressing with my hands and lips finally made him approach climax, and then he warned me: "I'm about to cum, honey. Take care..." I retired a bit, but kept jerking him off with my hand and placed my face close enough to the tip of his cock, eager to watch him unloading. With eyes wide open I excitedly watched the first jets of his cum flying across the bed, and I definitely loved it. I extended a finger and let a string gush over it, then tasted it. It was so warm, silky and sour and... copious. He groaned aloud and trembled and his cock moved and sprayed some drops over my chest and chin, and I got some last gush on my lips, and again all my shyness and hesitation fell overboard and I found myself rolling my tongue out and licking it, tasting again his delicious sperm, which stormed my senses. I was so horny about him that once he finished ejaculating, I went back to suck him clean for long minutes, savoring the remnants of his silky cream. And I couldn't help but notice that his cock didn't get much softer as I had expected. Indeed, it was still quite hard and big. But he let me suck it as much as I wanted, and looking up to him I could see his satisfied face, and so, without taking my eyes off him, I tasked myself to lick him spotless. When I finally took my mouth away, I retired a bit and stood there looking at that magnificent pole near me, pulling back its skin, seeing how it has got full-sized once more. I looked down to the bed and to my chest and saw the incredible amount of semen that was around, and confirmed that he had unloaded a bucket of cum. I didn't have idea that a man could produce so much, and was thrilled and proud about being the person who drove him to such climax. With his tool ready for more, he made me turn back over my hands and knees, and while the size of his boner scared me, I instinctively popped my butt up, anxious to be fucked for the first time, somehow knowing that this would be the moment. I saw him quickly stretching to a drawer on his night table and pulling something from it. Then he got back between my legs and I noticed his fingers spreading something oily and cold around my asshole. It seemed he was prepared for this and I started to wonder how often might he bring boys and fuck them; but this first rush of jealousy didn't matter too much at the time, because I felt one of his fingers starting to push inside me, while he said: "How pretty and tight... Relax, my little girl...", and this was my second shock this night. Had he called me a girl? I knew mine was not the most impressive display of manliness, but no one had called that before. But... once again my thoughts evaporated when I felt his finger entering deeper and reaching my prostate gland. I whined and I felt my own hanging dick swell between my legs. He made an approving sound and started moving his wide finger back and forth, and I groaned at the feeling of his knuckles pushing my rectum and the fingertip reaching my sensible spot every other thrust. After a couple minutes of this finger-fucking, he pulled out and sniffed his finger, disappointingly commenting "Hmmm... you are not clean enough for this... Don't you use to clean up yourself for your men, honey?". My face turned deep red and answered in a broken string of voice that it was my first time, looking back at him over my shoulder with a sheepish look, almost about to cry, overwhelmed by the sensation that I had blown my chances for gay sex also, and the rest of my life I would be a lonesome creature with no knowledge of love. But I saw his eyes open as wide as his bright smile as he whispered "A virgin, really? This is definitely my lucky day. You are not only beautiful and lovely, but spotless, too..." And with that, he slapped my buttock and climbed off the bed, telling me not to move. He went to the bathroom and quickly got back, drying his hand with a towel and opening a condom pack with his teeth. "I'm not a good friend of this rubber things, but I will have to be careful this time. It will be your responsibility from now on, lady", he told me while getting back behind me and adjusting the condom over his huge erection. My consciousness got another blow at hearing him call me "lady", although at the same time the words "from now on" -as a hint of a relationship going further- brought back hope to my life. This night was poised to be a roller-coaster for my feelings. I was even starting to consider how should I take care of having my ass cleaner while I watched him spreading lube over his now protected cock, and all my thoughts blew away when I felt him pushing into my asshole. If his finger have felt intrusive but pleasurable from the start, his cock was a completely different business. I softly cried when I felt my sphincter widen so much under his pressure and I instinctively stretched a hand back to his hip, trying to stop him. "You have to relax, sweet. If you don't, it will hurt you. Try to loosen and push a bit, as if you were trying to poop. Come on..." he instructed me, and almost trembling of fear, I did it. As my asshole gaped a bit, he advanced again, and I cried aloud at the feeling of his huge glans getting inside me. "Oh, please! Stop, please!", I begged, feeling as if the muscles of my asshole were about to tear broken. "Is it painful, my sweet pie?", he asked me close to my ear. I nodded with tears running down my cheeks. "But do you want me to be your man?", he asked me, licking my earlobe. I nodded again, still crying. "Then you better get used to it!" he said harshly, and pushed hard inside me, impaling me and making me cry louder and scream. But despite of my cries, he tightly hold my hips and kept thrusting deep into me, and I could feel his gigantic pole drilling me deeper and deeper. I raggedly begged him to stop, but he wasn't taking notice and went on his way. Soon I could feel his belly and balls spanking my buttocks as he got fully inside me, and he started pumping in and out of my ass with increasingly longer strokes, adjusting his angle with every push to searching for my prostate, and my screams then turned to grumbles, then occasional sighs. In a few minutes of uninterrupted fuck my moaning was constant and my tears had dried off. Then he took my elbows and pulled me up right on my knees, pulling my back to his chest, and fucking me up and down over his lap, and looking at my incipient and slender erection he whispered again in my ear: "It seems to me you are enjoying it wholeheartedly, honey. This is why I love sissy boys sometimes... You can't deceive a man like a real girl. You are totally evident in your joy. Does it still hurts you?". I just emitted a muffled, "A bit," and when he asked me if I still wanted him to stop, I shook my head no. He teased me by stopping, most of his pole out of my rectum, letting me feel void for a moment, then asked again: "Are you sure you want me to go on?". I nodded again, but he insisted: "You really want it?", until I asked him please to fuck me. So he start doing it savagely, and I just couldn't stop begging for more, while he enthusiastically complied. I couldn't believe how much I was getting in my novice asshole, and my senses were completely overwhelmed by this mix of pain and pleasure, and the ecstatic agony of feeling completely under his control. My elbows had already collapsed and my groaning face and my shoulders were being pushed against the sheets, only my buttocks kept up by his clutch as he pumped them fiercely. My own swollen dick was banging back and forth against my belly, and after long minutes of feeling it pulsate under the influence of his jackhammer inside me, I started feeling the urge for release and stretching a hand I started to jerk myself, trying to get fully erect. However, while part of me was loving his anal drilling, the pain resulting from his sheer size was still enough to make it difficult for my own cock to get hard, and I whacked myself for long minutes, sweating like a pig before I achieved some stiffness and started leaking pre-cum as never before, so I intensely focused in the feeling of his cock folding my sphincter in and out, its bulbous tip hitting my prostate on many deep thrusts while I squeezed my tube until I cried out loud an incredible orgasm. He rejoiced hearing me and let his weight fall over me, flattening my body against the sheets, my ejaculating prick pressed under my tummy. Supporting himself over his straight arms at my sides, he shoved his condom-coated shaft deeper inside my asshole, making me yell louder while my trapped dick blasted another dollop on each subsequent shove. I was delirious and I almost lost consciousness while he sodomized me for awhile more, extending my sensation so much that I couldn't really know when my orgasm subsided, and I just got back to reality when he finally withdrew and flopped over his back beside me, threw the condom away, grabbed my head and pushed my face right to his cock to feed it to me. I knew what was coming and I eagerly kept sucking to let him overflow my mouth with his semen discharge. It felt like it was even more than before, but maybe it was just the sensation of having it exploding right inside my mouth, stuffing me. It was so big for my lips that the semen spurted out and dripped all over my face and neck, but I wasn't holding it anyway and let it all drool from my mouth onto his pelvis. It was sticky and I couldn't spit it all, but I was already liking its taste and silkiness, and I savoured the remnants while I snuggled against him, with my hand over his balls, while he caressed my head. Tired by incredibly happy, unable to speak or do anything else, I suddenly fell unconscious. ## I'm not sure how much time I slept, but I slowly awoke and noticed that I had his cock in my hand, quite erect and inviting again. I couldn't resist and moved a little to place my face closer and started sucking him once more. Half asleep yet, he reacted holding my head in his powerful handsome hands, pushing a little for me to engulf more of his cock. I sucked for a while, feeling his cock grow steadily between my lips. And once it was hard enough, he pulled from my armpits and place me to his side, telling me we were about to play the second round. I was thrilled at the idea of getting fucked again, although my asshole was feeling a bit sore I knew I would love to feel him penetrate me after the initial discomfort. I thought he was looking for another condom, as the lube was still on the nightstand, but he opened a drawer from inside a wardrobe and came back to me with something in his hand, telling me to wear it. My hands took the things he was giving me and under the minimal light of the room I finally realized it was a set of women's panties and nylon stockings. I was agape first, then I felt rage. Stuttering, I shouted at him, complaining that I was no sissy for him to play with, and that he had misunderstood everything, and many more things that I scarcely could elaborate and hardly remember. He looked a bit puzzled at first, and then, while I wandered around the room looking for my clothes, putting them on as fast as I could, stumbling from one place to another, he sat on the bed, looking amused. And that finished driving me mad. I shouted that he was an arrogant and dirty man, and slamming the door behind me, I rushed outside the house.