Here I am again masturbating while looking at photos of cocks and arseholes, imagining myself fondling and squeezing and sucking and licking and easing my cock into him, deeper and deeper into him.

I adore feminised men, they look so exciting in their lipstick and eyeliner, their legs so shapely in their heels and stockings,  their thighs so smooth and soft, their cocks and their balls so displayed for me.  I want to fondle them, caress them, squeeze them softly, feel their throb and their heat. 

I long to play with a man's cock, feel it soft and pulsing in the palm of my hand. I want to wrap my hand around him, squeeze him, rub him forward and rub him back.  I love cocks soft, and I love cocks hard.  I love cocks pushed against me, rubbing over me, leavig juice sticky and warm on my hand, on my belly, on my face.

My friend took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me gently and slowly, moving his head into my tummy then drawing it back and smiling at me. My cock grew hard as he moved his lips, I loved being naked before him.  I felt such a queer to be aroused by a man - and rejoiced to know I was queer.