I pulled into the driveway, got out my Jeep and walked in the house. There she was laying on the couch watching TV waiting for me to get home. She was...wearing her white terry cloth pants and a black spaghetti strap tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra but didn’t really need one anyway. I would love for her breasts to be a little bigger, like her friend Heather’s, but those perky little B’s were good enough for me. It had been a week since our threesome, but neither of us had spoken a word about. She soon was coming again. She could feel the spasms from her stomach to her clit as one of the men’s tongues ran up her pussy lips to her clit, he wrapped his lips around her hardened clit and sucked it into his mouth. He sucked on her clit, tugging it with suction and jenny screamed as the orgasm hit her in wave after wave. As the mouth removed from her clit, her body shaking in after waves she soon found the cock she had ridden so hard was now directly in front of her. The amazement of size. She spoke gently in my ear and said, "I'm really sorry Ann, I shouldn't have said that. I was just being silly. To think that a beautiful woman like you could love a fat thing like me, it was stupid. I hope we can still be friends, and any time... you know, you feel like you want to have sex with me, you can. I'll still want you Ann."I pulled back and looked at her, her eyes were red from crying, I felt so wretched about what had happened between us. I said, "Don't worry honey, I still like. They all know me as a gentle, friendly guy. But in private, I'm a closet queer. I don't like to use the word "gay" because I think that word minimizes what we are; homosexuals. The truth is that I like all things male. I like the looks of a man, his body, his face, and especially, his cock.I have been queer since I was ten years old. When I started masturbating at that age, I didn't fantasize about girls and women. I fantasized about boys and men. I wanted to be around males as much as.