michael lived in the apartment across the courtyard from me. he worked construction. one night i left the blinds up when i was dressed and he had a perfect view. next thing i knew i looked out and michael was standing naked at his window and jacking off. we became lovers, we even moved to a part of the city where my femme ways would be more acceptable. he was a superlative lover, and while he did enjoy my "sexy" lingerie he began buying me the kinds of undergarments his and my mom wore in the 50s along with modest dresses like working class women wore back then. needless to say he had mommy issues, and when i met her, a typical devout irish catholic who underneath the surface was a drunk and a whore. i learned to do my hair and makeup like she did and especially when he was drunk fucked me like i was her
Whenever Silvester is given the chance to fuck boys he does it so hard so I normally feel very good when he's given the same treatment and fucked very hard