.It's too big' and he says 'It will fit...just relax'. He works his nob in and out of my hole a few times and I begin to enjoy it. The pain has passed... just as Carl said it would. He spits down and onto his shaft as he works it futher into my hole. He is saying things like 'ahh..so fucking tight...good lad...you're doing good. It is a stange mix of pain and pleasure and I can't tell if I like it or not but hearing Carl enjoying fucking me is enough for me to take it. There are tears in my eyes. The one time I asked Momma for a dress, she just said, "you are aboy and boys DO NOT wear dresses so forget about it!"Even Halloween was a sad time for me. After that first time, when I gotto wear one of Amy's dresses, I was forced to be a boy. Amy was solucky. She got to be Alice from "Alice in Wonderland", Dorothy from "TheWizard of Oz", a fairy princess, a bride, a nurse, and a cheerleader.All I ever got to be was a cowboy, a fireman, baseball player and arobot. The year Amy was Dorothy, I. Sometimes dreaming of the coming year at college. But sometimes imagining a tall, handsome man, holding her on his lap as he quoted, “She walks in beauty like the night...” or something similar. Overall, that summer, life was very good.The third week of August Emily packed her belongings into a pair of duffles and a couple of boxes. Her parents drove her over to the campus, her fourth trip a hundred miles from home. They found her dorm and in only a few minutes had her things moved in. With. His balls were tight and hard, the skin shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the coarse hair below, then moved down a little so I could take his cock in my mouth. I moved my lips to the base of his cock, feeling the whole soft length of him in my mouth, tickling the back of my throat. I started moving my lips and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his shaft and collected in his hair. He couldn't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingers.