The center of attention

The thing with being Mike, at least here at the resort, was that I couldn't go anywhere without becoming the center of attention. In my own body, I could have walked around naked at church on Easter Sunday and not gotten as many looks as I got in this body. It was kind of a turn on.

Between the fit body and the dangling cock, Mike was a god. Both women and men stared and gawked as I strolled by. I was really enjoying the pussy, but after everything that had happened with John, maybe I had the power to turn straight men into cock suckers. At least some or them, if only for the weekend.

I pictured myself making a happily married father of three choke on my big black cock while his wife fingered herself in the corner. When I was done I could bend her over and put baby number for inside her sissified husband cried.

I was starting to get hard, which just brought more attention my way. Pretty soon the gawkers started circling like sharks in the ocean.