" He took a sip of his hot tea and set the cup back down again."You want to talk about it?" I asked quietly."I don't know what I would say," he replie...."Well, when did you first think you might be..." Queer? You don't have to mince words with me, Sean. You couldn't call me anything worse than I've called myself." I wasn't going to call you any names, Spencer."He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm a little defensive right now. And a little nervous." If it's any help, you don't have to be defensive with. "I really never thought much about special boys being made into girlsuntil Ms. Lee sat me down for a long talk. As we talked I sort ofremembered that back in second or third grade there was a cute boy who wastaken out of the classroom one day. Nobody saw him for a week and thenthe same person reappeared in class wearing a pretty dress and using a newname, Larry had become Linda. Our teachers told us we needed to berespectful and we should use 'she and her' pronouns when talking. Soon, it was pretty clear from the panting, gasping and moaning that things were building to a head. As Pete fucked her to a noisy climax on my sofa, she screamed out to announnce the arrival of her own orgasm, sending me over the edge and sending fat wads of cum shooting from my cock as all three of us came together. I quickly cleaned up with a handy tissue and turned the TV back up to normal volume. I could hear them getting themselves sorted out in the next room, recovering missing items. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her arms firmly down at her sides. He then took his free right hand and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left tit. He began to grope and squeeze her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too strong and held her firm. She then told him to “stop it” but he just told her she was a “fucking whore” who fucked all the men in the company.