"Joyce followed his order, and Mike began playing with her nipples again. He was having much fun and was having trouble resisting putting her nipples ...in his mouth."Now! I'm feeling the uncomfortable tingling now. It's getting stronger than ever."Joyce's breathing had become really heavy, and she kept rubbing her legs together incessantly; she was having hard time standing still.Mike didn't miss it."Joyce, I can tell that your pee-hole is itchy too. Take off your pants and panties, let me see. But I've never heard of somebodynamed L." This is New York, kid," I grinned in spite of myself."People call themselves all kinds of crazy things, and herein the Village, it's the worst of the worst for stuff likethat." Yeah, I know," Matt sighed. Deep down, the kid wasprobably tired of hearing me talk about the strange side ofthe city. It was as if I was reminding him that he hadgrown up on the Upper East Side where the money is andwhere families shield themselves from the seamy side of. Rick and Randy were just as trapped in our relationship as I, since if they exposed me as a transsexual, they would expose themselves as trannie lovers, little better than faggots in their jock world. The more time they spent with me, the more closely associated they became with me, the greater their investment in preserving my secret. Randy and Rick, I decided, could fuck me whenever they wanted. The more, the better, I decided. I set my alarm for 6:45 and got a couple of hours of desperately. He regularly worked out, but wasn’t an iron monkey by any means. The muscles on his chest were all clearly visible, even through the steamy haze of the room. I don’t recall how long I was staring at him, but I remember my eyes fixated on his perfectly formed bum when he suddenly said “uhhh, Justin? You okay man?” Dripping wet, and naked I awkwardly managed to squeak out that I was just looking for some soap. He smiled, and handed me a wrapped bar of hotel soap. “Oh, uh, thanks” I said and.