Accept his kindness.

"Uhm sure, Leon...thanks." His powerful, gnarled hands wrap around your shoulders and you feel a super charged current run through you. You try and fail to suppress a moan as he kneads your tense muscles into melted butter. Every fear, every regret sloughs off you. The shower suddenly feels more than warm...even steamy...

"You look like you could use a full body massage." Leon's expert hands slide lower, turning taut tendons into yielding jelly. You can feel his thick dangling cock stir to life and begin to nestle between your cheeks, but you put it out of your mind and focus on the power and pleasure at his fingertips.

"I can tell you fancy this, comet. You're more high heels than boots." You want to tell him he's wrong, even though you barely understand what he's saying, but you can't even muster a lie. Just a needful moan as he begins to knead your doughy cheeks and send hungry pangs deep inside your ass. His hands grope, squeeze, and slide your cheeks together, making your asshole quiver against the steel hard rod sliding against it. He can tell you have a cunt inside you from how it throbs hot and needy against his swelling cock, your puckering pussy lips are practically kissing his dick, begging him to fuck you. But he just keeps massaging your ass, making every inch of you crave him to feed you his fat cock.

"Pleeeease...WHIMPER please fuck me! I MOAN neeeeed it!" You let what dignity you have left wash down the drain. You are a sissy runaway that got turned out by her weed dealer and is getting felt up by a hobo in a homeless shelter shower...why bother keeping up appearances at this point? It's obvious your boy disguise isn't fooling anyone at this point. One look at your swaying ass as you walk or the hungry glances you give to their crotches and they will have you pegged. And you do so love being pegged...you might as act the part.

"No need to batter, little looloo, I got enough to fill up even a greedy moocher like you!" You have no idea what he is saying, but you don't care once you feel his fat mushroom head stretch your pussy out further than ever before. It feels like your first time all over again. You don't need the **** to make your head spin this time either, just the water kissing your sizzling skin, the hard, scarred hands roaming your body, and the iron rod sliding sloooowly up your ass, laying claim to your cunt one incredible inch at a time.

"That's a good un'. Gonna make you my NNH possesh! Gonna treat you real NNG good...you gonna be a MOAN candy kid. You'll never go hungry cuz I'm NNGH gonna fill you up every night, every NNNF rooster call, and as often as I OOOH can to spend those long, hard MOAN hours ridin' the rails."

You can barely understand him, and not just because of his arcane hobo jargon. You are incoherently, head over heels, in love with his hard hands and harder cock. You are putty in his hands, your supple skin molded by his expert touch, new erogenous zones alighting in anguished arousal...new needs given shape and form that only he can fill. Your pussy is reshaped to take on the freight train barreling through it. It was first opened through the fumblings of a impatient boy.

Now your hungry hole is discovering what it truly craves through the erotic expertise and perfected patience of a well traveled man. Your sissy clit paints the already stained shower walls with a near endless stream of sticky spurts. Even after you are bone dry, your body bucks back against him, your pussy squeezes his thick rail tightly, and your sissygasm howl through you like a train horn in the night.

"EeeeeeEeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!" You let out a wail as he fills your guts with his hobo stew. You fall back into his arms, quivering uncontrollably in an euphoric epileptic fit that burns away any lingering lies of manhood whispering in the back of your mind. You go blissfully, brainlessly blank, and a single hope follows you down into the deep darkness of the sissy spiral...

Please let me wake up in his arms...