For a time the only sounds to be heard were my slurping as I messily sucked my first cock, and his grunts and moans. "Here is comes faggot" his cock g...owing in my mouth. His hands grabbing my head again as he began thrusting faster. At this point I panicked. I'm not sure if it was the realisation of what I was doing and the fact a stranger was about to cum in my mouth, or that I realised I would be truly a faggot if I tasted cum.Either way it was pointless, he grinned down at me while I. " You're not fat..." If I'm not, then you're not." I've always wanted to look like that." It wouldn't look right, Andy." No, not like that, I mean, girl shaped, but thinner." Are you having health problems now?" Me? No, why?" Then why go to all this effort to change the way you look?" Well, I... Can I come around here more often?" Much as you like, Andy." I was kidding." I wasn't." Oh. Thank you Steven." Listen, have I at least half convinced you I'm not a homicidal maniac?" Yeah, half." Then. It lay loose in the weave. The winds pushed and tweaked it. It drew closer to hers, and to mine. Suddenly it jerked. It twisted tight around hers. The two threads writhed and wrapped, stretching out into the darkness.Then it shifted again, knotting around mine. My consciousness slammed back into my body. I opened my eyes and sat up. The candles were unlit. The window was opened and Erica was nowhere to be seen. A shaft of moonlight crossed the room. There was a figure. A man! I saw gray,. ‘Alf is hot, and sex with him won’t be a problem… but a threesome with my stepfather… whew, that’s outrageous. No, I can’t… where are those fucking earplugs of mine?’ I thought. For the rest of the week we settled into a comfortable routine. The following Saturday, as I was about to head off to the bar Alf asked, “Why are you going out, looking for something that you already have at home?” After a brief silence he continued, “Are we told old for you?” “No, not at all. It’s just… well, a.