A respectable gentleman

I felt their weight atop my waist, crushing my groin in the worst way. If I was a car, I would have been totalled.

Not that it mattered, cause luckily my balls took the brunt of the ****.

But I had no air in my lungs to scream, it had been knocked out.

I looked in front of me seeing a very worried face.

"I'm so sorry," they said, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

I saw the respectable lad in front of me, and knew it was all just an innocent mistake.

It was nothing that we all haven't done before.

"No problem bro," I said as I tapped his shoulder, "my fellow man."

Man did this gentleman have very strong legs, they were squeezing my waist so hard it was almost pulling my crotch towards them.

And it seemed that in our kerfuffle, this respectable man had gotten some dust on the front of their chest. Well it was my duty to help.

I put my palms over his chest, and attempted my best to repeatedly sweep away the dirt.

"You got to do some pushups," I said as the gentleman's chest gave way. "It's way too soft up here. It's almost like you have lady pillows!"

No way my good lad would have lady pillows!

I heard my fellow man moan.

"No," he said, "stop." The voice was a few octaves higher than before.

It was odd, like he had stuffed really soft grapefruits underneath his shirt. In fact they were like putty in my hands moving wherever I tried to take them.

"Fuck," he moaned in a voice sounding embarrassingly feminine. I was determined to remove the dirt from their chest. I wouldn't leave a fellow in need.

"Uahh, mmhhmm." Suddenly his hands covered my own on his chest, helping me move the dust away from his chest.

Their hips began to move up and down slowly.

Anyone not understanding I was just a bro helping out another bro, could get a very wrong picture here.

Suddenly something snapped, and from the bottom of the shirt binding wraps fell.

I looked at them for a moment wondering why in the world this gentleman would have binding wraps, before I realized what was going on.

PERVERT!!

I threw the lady pervert off of me. She had taken advantage of me. She had used me, pretending she was a gentleman this whole time just to entrap me in carnal actions.

I felt betrayed, I felt powerless. As the crowd surrounded me I pointed at her.

"You are a pervert," I said.

"You are the one who had their hands all over me," she said. Okay that was a good point.

"I was just a piece of meat to you," I said, "your strong lady legs held me down." Suddenly the girl began to blush.

"When you were moaning did you even have the decency to ask for the name of the person you were with." The girl didn't seem able to speak.

"Were you going to call," I asked, "was I ever going to get a valentine?" Her shamed face held all the answers. She was a pig, and I was tired of being held back by the matriarchy today.

I left her to sit there in her shame.

I stumbled away nearly gagging as bad as that one time I had eaten a sandwich with gluten in it.