The First few days of my G-a-y life.

Not in my hands anymore. It was in the hand of the guy sitting beside me in the bus. My poor sleepy head was detached from my phallus in its state of nidra and the subtle movements and my sense of touch which revived me helped me up and out and out is out of the bus. Two train tickets later, I learnt the real real truth. Everyone loved to put my sex as a female, it is useless to fight, I have perished, I have given up my manlihood. (My manly hood is for sale.Drop in a call if you are interested.)