Someone had to be blamed ... and I was a perfect fit for the scapegoat. The fix was in before I had even left the river.I told my story to anyone who ...ould listen, but BMA had already decided upon their set of 'facts' even before the fire was out. Sure, there might have been a 'bit' of a multi-dimensional leak, but 'fire crazy Zak Zyphyr' had to run in and play hero again and burned the place down to the very bedrock.This was the story that was given up the line to Imperial BMA, and no one. She had some girlfriends, mostly teammates, but boys, for the most part, just didn’t approach her for conversation. She didn’t spend time talking to boys. It was “normal” for her to go days without exchanging more than a sentence or two with a male. Now, suddenly, there was a man in her life, a man she had talked to at length, and who treated her, more or less, as an equal. She had saved his life. He had saved hers. They had seen each other naked.It was a whole new world, and she had only. If I didn’t do this I knew he’d tell everyone. My knee hit the damp, cold concrete floor and I could smell his manhood, right in front of my face. He reached down, using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth. ‘Suck it you filthy little panty wearing faggot!’ I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn’t long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I. I met this boy, Tarun, thru net only. We both had already exchanged lot of mails about each other’s liking and disliking. Finally we decided to meet and to go to bed one day. It was a cool late evening when Tarun came to visit me. We both were in my flat. We were having drinks and talking to each other about the work, family and other topics. Slowly I noticed that our conversation turned to sex topics, even our breath was heavy this time. We finished our glasses and decided to make love. I.