I was placed on the upper level of the last building and the end apartment. At the age of twenty-one, this was the perfect place for me.A few days lat...er, after getting settled in, I met one of my neighbors. He was a few years older than I and he told me that he worked out of town often; since I lived above him, I would not be a bother to him. The upstairs apartment next to me was vacant and I was basically alone at the end of the apartment complex.Some of my friends would come by on Fridays and. Then she circled the head with her tongue and then impaled her mouth on his cock. Once she had her mouth on his cock, she knew that we were in complete control of him. With a loud groan from her, I knew it was time for me to come into the bathroom. I walk into the bathroom with the video camera pointed at them as she devoured his college boy cock. He looked over at me in a helpless sort of way as if he was thinking about whether he wanted to be on video tape. I read his thoughts and said "If. He was surprisedas he felt himself fill with blood. Most of the time, when he tried tomanipulate himself, nothing happened. But, even when he was responding itwas nothing compared to being a real man. He sighed. A real man. It wouldalways be something that would elude him. It wasn't meant to be.The endocrinologist had told him that it was too late to charge up hisreproductive system with testosterone. He'd been on the anti-androgensfor too long. He'd forever be sterile and impotent. His. Close friendships seem to end in elementary school, around the time everyone starts changing for gym in the bathroom stalls and into their boyfriends' boxer briefs, at that.I sighed and mumbled into my sweatshirt,"I haven't had my coffee yet".I reached under the desk for my bookbag, "I was in such a f*cking rush for this stupid f*cking class." I nonchalantly tossed my head up to look at Sherrie,trying to initiate some entertaining complaint from her." Goddam it! Coffee again! That's all you.