The fact he was gay and a known slut was common knowledge at the university. He smiled at me in first period, an actual moment of eye contact. Gay sex Just standing there in front of me . . …with his brown uncut dick in his hand. . . . …I woke to feel that someone was on the be bed kneeling between my legs. Two callused hands caressed my butt cheeks, they were warm and felt good on my cool skin. His fervor fueled by their argument, I figure. Before I was eighteen the only shower to have these decorations was their own . A tradition. The three of us collapsed together on my bed panting, holding hands we silently chuckled. We’d all three gotten to the point where we could read each other. I felt my insides stretch. My guts were being “rearranged ” as I’d explain in my next “X” posts. My hand had been stopped from its stroking; then both my hands were crossed behind my back.
