As our friendship grew, we slept over at each others house, nobody bothered that we slept in the same bed, but it was becoming more apparent every day...that we were in love.We were both still sixteen when we sat down with our parents at Becky’s house and my mum asked us if we were gay.“I don’t honestly know Mrs. Wright,” Becky answered. “But I do know that I love Sammy.”“And I love Becky,” I put in, holding Becky’s hand. “So if that means that we’re gay, then I think the answer must be. I sat on the little bench and said so are you going to let me leave in this condition. He started to say Mr.... I said none of that if your not interested its ok but I was hoping you would be. He reached down and took my cock and rolled it in his hand, I reached out and touched the bulge in his scrub pants and watched as he got hard very fast, I could see the outline thru the cotton and it was very nice, about 5" long with a mushroom shaped head.He still had my cock in his hand and I pulled his. .. ," I started to say at the same time my mom said, "Peg... " We both stopped, waited and then laughed. I nodded to my mom to go ahead, but Aunt Peg spoke first:"Billy... may I call you Billy?... I'd be much more comfortable if you called me Peg or even Peggy. Right now I don't want to be an aunt... I don't want to be all grown up. I just want to hang out with you guys and let you take care of me. Okay?" Sure, Aunt P... uh... Peggy," I replied as Mom took her arm and added, "My sweet sister,. She swallowed, realizing how much she loved Michael. At that moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to make love to him. Sex in the newsroom would be a titillating bonus. She slipped off the counter and moved toward him. Reaching him, she grasped his wonderfully erect pleasure shaft, and he groaned in response, panting: “Wait a second, baby. I’ve got an idea.” He reluctantly disengaged her cool slim fingers from his boner and ran naked to the camera, quickly setting.