He breathed a groan and thought, ‘Just another day.’ He pointed the vessel of his withering soul toward the darkened bathroom. He stood motionless..., frozen by some unseen restraint. The bathroom mirror reflected a dingy silhouette of his slouch. It seemed to be mourning for him. Calling him to wash his face and brush his teeth. But Jeremy wasn’t listening to the mirror. He had fallen into one of his fugues. He couldn’t see the room anymore. It had vanished with his diminishing self-respect.. What if he said ‘No’? What if I didn’t like the way his cum tasted?I pushed the horrible thoughts out of my head and knelt down and opened my mouth by the tip of his dick. I cautiously picked it up a little and slid my head forward letting it go in my mouth. It started to grow! I started licking it a little and then it began rising into the air! Suddenly, my dad woke up and sat straight in the air. I froze, afraid to do anything.“Son, what are you doing down there!?” he asked, slapping himself. I even ended up having sex with Tara, but that's a whole other story.Suffice it to say that when I walked out of the salon/boutique I was a changed person; I became the real me. Even my therapist said she was surprised and amazed at my development. I finally admitted that I had been taking low doses of hormones since I was 13 to hold off puberty and it had actually worked. But let me warn any of you readers, that I shouldn't have done that. It was very dangerous and might not have worked; I. She just smiled and pleaded, “Please Brian its time!”He smiled and positioned his purple head just under her clit and started rubbing gently.Her puffy lips widened in unison with her legs which were now splayed like a ballerina doing the splits.Brian so desperately wanted to nuzzle in there and explore the treasure trove displayed before him but he was interrupted.“Now Brian, now, deep inside please. I so want your beautiful cock to fuck me. All of him. Fill me up now with your cum. Shoot deep.