BUT it did beat blue-balls by a mile. Walking across his backyard, Joel noticed the lights were on in the kitchen and living room. 'Mom must've left ...hem on,' he thought. Their house was a sort of two story built onto a sloping lot. From the front it looked like a regular one story ranch, but from the back it was two full stories tall. Joel's room was on the lower floor, which was convenient for late night rendezvouses. Figuring his mom had just left the lights on he went inside and crept. Pooja aunty too joined in. I was made to lick their asses, vaginas and armpits. My mom even made me lick her hairy vagina. Pooja aunty made me drink her urine.I was later untied as all of us were tired. I went to sleep with Pooja aunty and woke up in the evening. We had a quick sex before leaving our room. My mom was waiting outside with food. We had our dinner. After dinner, my mom wanted to tell me a bed time story. She took me to my room. She laid me on my bed and slowly removed my clothes.. I felt Bob’s fingers press on me through my panties, and at one point he slide a finger under my panties and slightly penetrated me. Sam calmly put a hand on my other leg but just lightly caressed it. We all continued to laugh and, I think, act relatively normal.Back at the hotel, one of them paid the taxi and we walked into the hotel. I could tell they were both discretely hiding their obvious erections. Bob, I think, suggested a night cap. The hotel had a small shop that sold individual. Alright, let's stop with the figurative foreplay and get to the obvious. I'm gay. Like super gay. It'd be really convenient if I were Bi and I could blend in, but I'm not. Some girls gag for cock, cocks just make me gag. Really, this is one of the two things that is in anyway distinctive about me, and the best part? No one knows. I'm so in the closet Ikea is offering to rehome me. I get bullied as it is, can you imagine if anyone figured out I liked girls? It's like a free pass to shun me and.