She had been a pretty good sport about letting him do her in out of the way places like hallways and parked cars but they had never actually done it o...n a real bed and he surmised it was because in her mind it wasn't really sex until both feet were off the floor in bed. They had broken up because she had informed him with a hard unsmiling look that,"You are the most sexually immature person I have ever met!"He found out later that she had been making physical comparisons to a married man with. " How could you!" exploded the girl tears in her eyes."Eric!" her mother said exasperatedly.I smiled at the new girl and leaned close whispering, "I used to be a boy too." Really," she said eyeing me up and down, "Did you just change too?" I changed a few months ago. It gets easier with time. I'm still not sure about all this girly stuff, clothes, makeup, and so on. But it's getting easier," I replied."Do you miss being a boy?" Sometimes, but you have to focus on the good things. I've made some. The thought terrified me almost as much as the idea of a strange grape permanently lodged inside of me. The thing thudded with each step, sending unknown erotic signals up and out to the tips of my fingers. Each step became agony, the voices and conversations around me droning on into dull, white noise. Thank god Kent was engaged with our tour guide, discussing the mundane growing details as I blushed, wondering if the purple ball inside of me would cause me to cum right here in front of. I sit still, daring myself not to move and he moves in front of me, 'You fucking slut', he says to me, 'you want my cum, dont you', he screams, his cock right in my face, I can smell it and see traces of unwashed semen, the smell is powerful and nauseating, he pushes it into my face and wipes across my moistened lips, 'Suck it you dirty cunt', he shouts again and his taste is bitter as he pushes deeply into my mouth.I suck him deep to keep the taste from my tongue, he holds my head as he mouth.