Heady spinning, I was in a world of my own anddidn’t care how gay kissing a man made me. Eyes closed,I enjoyed his passionate kiss.Coming to my ...enses I broke the kiss and stepped backaway from his embrace. Unabashed, he asked, ‘Would you like to getcomfortable?’ as Eugene removed his shirt and droppedhis shorts to expose his cock to me, in its full erectglory.I started to disrobe and when I was removing myunderwear I saw there was already a wet spot from thepre cum on the. When they got there, they found both Steve and Gary on the floorstruggling with a third man. The donations box for the prayers had beentorn off the wall, and the back had shattered. Money was strewn acrossthe floor with the third man vainly trying to hold onto some twenties.Steve finally subdued the man enough to get some of those nylon tiesaround his wrists. There was a massive welt on the side of the officer'sface, and it looked as though a black eye was forming.The third man was now. I kept walking to my room without saying a word. I was still comprehending what we had done and what we needed to do. I got my jeans on and sat at the edge of the bed, just thinking. We need to tell Mom, but I need to have Kimmy once more, I thought to myself.“Hey, Bret, are you going to answer me or what?" Kimmy yelled.“What? Sorry, just thinking about things,” I said.“Bret, look at me! What’s up with you?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.“I can’t tell Mom what we did. It would. .. ten more minutes." Samantha replied.Samantha Hunter. She's my best friend. My only friend. We grew up together. Just us against the world. Her ginger hair framed her pale face, as she looked at me blankly.It's one of those things everyone knows. When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing."You're worried." I stated, looking away.Samantha was beautiful. Long, ginger hair. Pale skin that could rival Snow white's. A thin figure, with C-cup breasts.