‘Goodbye, dear Kevie,’ wept Matilda, handing him a card to O’Connor’s Gym on Manhattan Island. It’s difficult to write how a young man clear...d of gynophobia feels, so that will be avoided. Suffice to say Kevie, as he now called himself, felt good. No longer did the young Scot cower in the presence of females, automatically believing they were better looking than he was, were his intellectual superior, multi-tasked unbelievably, smelt awfully and were altogether rounded off in an over-powering. If she called someone gay, it was probably well founded, unless she trusted a faulty source. Shirley was clearly empathetic, she always was. I liked her best because of that quality. Lisa liked to push people's buttons. She was undoubtedly stirring the other two girls up. But she was intelligent, so I chalked up her comment to a simple case of addition. It was possible that whoever they were talking about WAS both gay and shy.But (Dammit!) who were they talking about?When their debate yielded. Almost overnight the guys in the office stopped talking about Mitzi. About the same time, although I didn't notice it right away, several of the guys in the office began to seem uncomfortable around me. It took a while to register on me, but conversations would stop when I approached. People who were talking would stop and walk away and I began to hear snatches of conversations, " ... think he knows?" and " ... gets away with it." I also heard " ... names not Mitzi" and " ... to keep Rob. I play with his balls as I pump my torso on and off of him. John then pulls me to lay on his chest as he then fucks my ass and fingers my clit. I moan as he circles my nub with his finger and thumb. I stroke the side of John's face and tell him how much I love to have him inside me. i wish we could be like this all the time. JOhn rolls me over on my stomach and pumps himself harder into my ass. With each stroke, I can feel the veins grow stronger as he is ready to fill me again.Only this.