I didn’t like this at all.“This is my friend Chris. He too is a pantyboy who began wearing his Mother’s panties and slips when he was a young bo...y. You two should get along just fine.”What did he mean ‘get along’? I wanted nothing to do with this person. And I wasn’t going to!“You see, Chris likes to be fondled in women’s lingerie as much as you do!”What did he mean liked to be fondled as much as I did? I hated it! I absolutely despised what he did to me that first night. Nothing had humiliated. I didn’t. Instead, my inflamed cockshaft sprang up straight in the air. Before I could say “Holy Mama in Heaven!” my stinging cockflesh received a dose of analgesic comfort delivered in the form of the saliva-soaked mouth of a pintsized girl/woman. First, my cockhead acquired a healthy licking treatment. Second, my entire engorged penile shaft was blessed with another deep-throated sucking. And lastly, my entire erectile rod was saturated with slippery spittle wetness. This babydoll. I mean, I know my parents love me and all that, but they just kinda get on my nerves sometimes ... like all parents probably do.Once again, I gotta admit ... the idea to go to his house was mine. He had told me about his ... collection ... his swords and spears and shit ... guy stuff, I know ... and some of his bondage shit ... anyway, I knew he lived close ... we talked some more and I finally said, before I go ... lemme see your shit, your weapons, okay?He acted kinda unsure again, let me. Jamal said,"Let's get started."With that, I laid down on the bed. Jamal leaned over and started rubbing my shoulders. I said that it felt really good. He rubbed my back for a while and after a few minutes when I was completely relaxed Jamal suggested that it would feel much better if I slid down my top. This request came as no surprise to me. Jamal wanted to fuck me and that feeling of knowing a man wanted me was getting me hot. I unhooked it and tossed it on the floor while briefly exposing.