non-bearded man

Non-bearded man? What. The. Fuck. You have to see that. Rushing up the stairs you pull a quid from your pocket and ram it into the slot. The door clicks and you throw it open. Your eyes practically bug out of your head when you see him.

He stands in the middle of the living room, dancing in the nude as Grease plays on the plasma screen television. When he notices you he shouts, "Close the damn door or everyone will get a free show." You are dumbfounded, but do as the man asks. He continues to dance as if you were not even there. Your eyes are drawn to his massive, flopping dick for so long that it takes you awhile to notice that he is indeed a non bearded man. How about that, they weren't lying.

"Well." He speaks up as 'Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee' comes to an end. "Why don't you take a seat." You once again do as he asks. He sits across from you, crossing his legs but otherwise doing little to hide his cock and balls.

"So. You just couldn't pass up the chance to see a non-bearded man, huh?" The non bearded man asks you.

"I guess so, yeah. Although really I was just kind of confused. You see, I am also non-bearded." You tell him.

"Yes, but you are a woman."

"No. No I'm not."

"That's preposterous!" He shouts and then jumps out of his chair. He grabs your pants and rips them off. They fall the floor in two pieces. He gets down on his knees and gets up good and close to your dick. The whole situation makes you very uncomfortable.

"Well I'll be damned. You are of the male gender." He stands up, but still remains uncomfortably close. Your stomach's are actually touching a little. His face suddenly gets very serious, and even a little mean.

"Your here to try and replace me, aren't you!?"