My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03

... on thru the night. Then he fucked me one last time in the ass facing the balcony window for all to see.

It was agreed that I was his bitch, as I was a good cocksucker but a useless ass-fucker, so that’s how it was with us.

We exchanged email addresses and cell numbers. I planned to return during the mid-year break.

The next morning, I wore eyeliner, my skimpy denim shorts that had rips in them, my poncho, my fuck-me boots, and an Indian cowboy hat that Jessa gave me. I packed and had breakfast then headed to the Greyhound depot. The odd person looked at me, and the bite marks on my neck, as I sat waiting for the bus to arrive.

To me they were marks of a good time, not only was my neck covered in bite, but so were my shoulders, and breasts.

As I boarded the Greyhound bus a while later, I still felt tired and sore. I’d been fucked hard so many times in the past few days, that I was walked as if I had been horseback riding.

I sat at my seat looking at the gay bar, and the time I had here and there.

Then at 11:55 AM, the bus left the city. We had one more stopover, in a few days, before we headed home in ten days. I went to a laundromat and washed my clothes, all of them, while I did, I draped myself in my blanket. It was dark and no one was around.

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I left home because my so-called friends had found out that I had gay desires. I’m returning with the same desires but unlike before, I didn’t care. I was slowly growing into a girly gay. Also, before I’d left, I was thin built or athletically slim, but I had noticed I had lost a little weight but had grown tiny man boobs over that time.

(To be continued...)