Drinking turned me into a girl.
Novosibirsk greeted me with gray buildings and cold streets. The city looked gloomy and monotonous, as if it was always overcast here. People are rushing, but all in the same way, with no expression on their faces. It seems big, but not interesting at all. It was an internship; I had recently graduated from university and was sent to a small news agency for six months. During the day, I wrote short news stories and rewrote press releases; in the evenings, I played computer games, sometimes went to bars. Time dragged on, the end of autumn came, and it became especially dreary.
One Friday evening, I wandered into an unfamiliar bar. Many tables, most of them empty, a few
people at the bar, I sat down alone and ordered alcohol. I drank, time passed, the clock was close to midnight, the alcohol level in my body was rising. During another order of drinks, a conversation started with a man at the bar; I don't remember what we discussed, but we continued drinking together, and after a while, he suggested continuing the party at his place, said his sister had recently moved out, and it had become quite boring. I agreed, we called a taxi, bought more alcohol, and went to his place.About 20 minutes later, we were in a small apartment; after taking off our shoes, Pavel gave me a tour, showed the kitchen, living room, and his sister's room, who had recently moved out. There were packed suitcases there, which Yulia, that was her name, was supposed to pick up in a couple of days. We settled in the living room and started drinking. We were getting drunk, time passed, music was playing from computer speakers, it was getting boring, I was feeling sleepy. My new acquaintance offered to try "something" to perk up, I agreed, he poured something into my glass and offered me to drink.
About 30 minutes later, I really perked up, I felt happier, I started feeling some strange excitement, the apartment owner apparently noticed this.
-Feeling it?
-Yes (I answered, but didn't fully understand what I was feeling)
-Maybe we should call some girls?
-Let's do it.
Pavel called someone, talked for about 10 minutes, but came back with a sad face; I understood that no one was coming. I was already experiencing quite strong excitement. Pavel sighed and simply suggested watching porn. I agreed.
And so we are sitting in front of the computer, watching a big man fuck a girl in a short dress and stockings in the ass. Another 10 minutes later, Pavel, paying no attention to me, took out his cock and started jerking it off. His organ was no smaller than the actor's in the movie, a long thick shaft, uncircumcised, veiny and bushy, Pavel confidently stroked it, periodically exposing the glans. Like it?, — he addressed me, noticing that instead of the porn, I had been staring at his cock for several minutes. I hesitated and didn't know what to answer. He laughed and said if I wanted, I could touch it. Instead, I reached into my pants and discovered that my cock wasn't hard, although I was feeling strong excitement. I started jerking myself off, but nothing worked. Pavel laughed again and jerked off quite contentedly. "If you can't do yours, then help me," the man said with a smirk. For some reason, I took his dick in my hand and started slowly jerking it off, watching as the head was exposed, then disappeared.
-Well, how is it?
-What?
-The sensations
-Well, it's hot and hard.
-Do you like it?
-I don't know.
I looked at the man, while my hand mechanically jerked his huge dick, my pulse quickened, the excitement was at its peak. Pavel smirked slyly. "I don't fuck guys, so now you will go, choose some clothes from my sister's suitcases and come back," he whispered to me. "Okay," — that was all I could manage, after which I left with a pounding heart. I entered the room, with trembling hands opened the suitcases; in one there was underwear, in others various clothes.
to be continued