‘Shit!’ he said. ‘What?’ ‘The ring! I’m supposed to give you a ring! That was why I didn’t propose yesterday and here I go and forget an...d propose anyway. I’m so bloody impulsive.’ ‘It’s only in American movies you have to have a ring and go down on your knee and all that, which is good since you didn’t. We can buy a ring together.’ ‘Good. I know a goldsmith who doesn’t scare me.’ ‘But I do would like you to kiss me.’ He did. Very thoroughly and in many places and when he was finished his nose. He turned and saw me and I think his words were 'what the fuck are you looking at'. all I could say was 'do you want a hand with that?'. he stood still for a moment - I thought he would just turn and hit me being a pervy crossdresser in the street. but he turned after a pause and held his cock in his hand looking at me. I needed no further introduction and grabbed his cock with both hands. it felt great to feel a nice black cock in my hands. I grabbed his balls with my left hand and cock with. Just as we get ready to leave the sky blackens and the rain comes pouring down. It’s so hard that you can’t see out the windows and it just keeps coming. You tell us that we can wait until it stops and we all go into the living room. You sit on one end of the couch, I on the other and the guy sits in an easy chair. We all listen to the rain hitting the deck in the garden.The guy looks at me and then at you. I look at you and then at him. You look at each of us for a moment. “What?,” you. Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger than a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd cock and balls,And these attributesOf hermaphroditic divinityAre ebullient enoughIn their flounce and bounceTo buoy up my shemale.