Can't Stop Staring Part 2
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I can’t believe Mark and I masturbated in front of each other yesterday. When I began jizzing, his eyes got real big. He moaned and shook, and I knew he was cumming too. He didn’t stick around after. I think we were both embarrassed. I mean, we’ve been friends since kindergarten. And we’re guys! One of us just happens to be in the body of a hot babe. I assumed Mark would avoid me for the rest of his swap week, but today he’s at my door again, wearing a sheepish grin and a white dress. I looked away as he stepped inside. “Good to, um, see you again. You look nice, I mean, shit, just get in here.” He wasn’t wearing a bra. I can’t stare, or I’ll get turned on, and then it’ll be awkward again. I tried to think of sports statistics as I walked towards my couch and plopped down. Mark was suddenly right there, looking down at me. He can be so quiet in this body. There was a hungry smile on his face as he said, “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. About how this body got you so hard.” A long moment passed before I realized I needed to try and clear the sexual tension that was building in the air. “I…yeah, I’m sorry about that man. But, look,” I said, spreading my legs and gesturing to my crotch. “I’m not hard.” A mischievous smile spread over Mark’s pretty face as his hands went up to grope his chest. “I bet I can change that pretty quick.” And then he pulled at the shoulder straps on his dress, and it fell away. “Oops, I’m naked,” he teased. “Go ahead. Show me you don’t have a boner NOW.” But it was obvious I did. The second I saw Mark’s beautiful curves, I’d tented my jeans. “Ooh fuck yeah,” he purred. “Well what are you waiting for? Take it out and touch yourself while I show you some moves I’ve been practicing in this body just for you. I can’t wait to see you cum again.” As Mark began to writhe in an unbelievably sexy way, he didn’t have to wait long.