Johnny didn’t know how he got through the next few weeks. Slowly his strength was coming back, and with it, his desire for a man’s ass. He watched as Frenchy strutted around, his blood almost hitting the boiling point.
And then one day Frenchy saw him watching. With a shrewd lopsided smile on his face, he turned away, but that night while Johnny was asleep he woke up feeling a big hard c**k moving along his ass. He knew who it was without even turning around. He could smell the sweet smell of Frenchy’s makeup and perfume.
When he realized Johnny was awake, Frenchy’s smooth falsetto voice lulled him into a kind of heaven that only he could provide.
“What are you doing here?” Johnny asked, his breathing becoming labored with desire.
“I’m here to make you happy,” he said as his hand crept
