Like wearing a bra. I haddreamed of that for so long, I ignored what they really did for women.How they were engineered to hold and shape the breasts.... That suchengineering to achieve the perfect cleavage, or the rounded profile, orthe uplifted bosom, came with pressure, tightness, pinching, or rubbing.I was now privy to the downsides of being a woman I had never seenbefore. But it was a choice I had made, and going back to being a man wasnot really possible anymore.These thoughts raced through. Of course, I'm already hearing about it from everyone, ten times as much as when it was just Wes and Les. Now it's Wes, Les, Jess and Fess. Come to think of it, maybe Jaz is the only one with a normal name.Unlike my sister, I get to see Fess all the time. Mom is either carrying him around, hanging from one of her tits, or Dad is giving him a tour of the living room or the back yard with a grin a mile wide on his face. I've known Jeff less than a year, but he's Dad, where James Bond is my. She really liked my cock. “Omigod Jack, that’s the biggest cockhead I have ever seen. It’s beautiful. I have an overwhelming desire to touch it. Can I?”“Of course you can,” I replied.With one hand she grasped the shaft of my cock and she ran the tips of her fingers of the other hand all over the engorged and now throbbing head. “Oh, Jack, it’s so incredibly hard and yet soft at the same time. It’s like a bar of steel. My boyfriend’s cock is never this hard. Can I jack you off? I want to see you. He smiled a sly smile, turned and continued on his way. Wow, what was that all about? I thought to myself. I'm not gay. I don't get turned on by guys.But I realized that I had been turned on by this youth. His smooth suntanned skin and his feminine ass in those tight speedos had had an effect. Too much of an effect, in fact. I had an erection. Oh god! I'd had got an erection from looking at a boy! What was going on? But one thing was going on. I was horny as hell. I wanted to go back to my.