Cruising crossdresser

Last night I was returning home adv from office. I wanted someone I could clutch and kiss. My bike took me to my regular cruising spot, proximate a public loo. I parked the bike away from the loo. I didn’t go inside the loo, as I spotted a nice bloke outside (let’s call him Mr. X) &#; 18 years, slim, rough-looking, simple &#; my type! And he was looking at me.

I took him to a dark corner and kissed him on the neck behind his ear. He smelt sweet. As I moved my hands inside his shirt, he said in the local language &#; “Let’s go over there, I know a spot.” So I followed him.

After a few steps, two policemen arrived on a bike, stopped adj us and started asking questions, “Where are you going ? What were you doing here ? What are your names ?” I answered the questions politely, as I was confident that they had no proof against us. One policeman took Mr. X to a corner and the other one tried his leading to intimidate me, checking my pockets (maybe he expected to find condoms), asking me where I lived. I told him I