"Hey, girlie. What are you doing in *our* lockerroom?"I could see him through the slots in the stall. He was naked, coweringand facing away, bent ov...r, his hands down in front covering something."I'm not a girl!" shrieked the punk.I burst into the stall. "Prove it! Show me your beaver, Beaver." No, go away!" he whined, cowering. "I'm not a beaver!"I crouched down and grabbed his ankles. I shot back up, flipping himupside down, and raised him way up, spreading his legs wide. His shriekwas. I was a little nervous about LoVe because I knew I'd have no awareness of actual reality. There were horror stories about girls letting themselves be mutilated because they believed it was something they liked doing. But no one seemed to have ever heard about any real occurrence of this, and the other girls all assured me that with Max controlling things it was the most wonderful experience possible. And I trusted Max completely. After all, I owed him my life. When Karl indicated his. I smiled back at her and then she spoke to me, she said,"If you're interested, I have some more books of that kind. I haven't had time to put them on the shelf yet. Would you like me to get some for you?" I looked her up and down, smiled and said,"Yes that would be nice, thank you." She disappeared through a staff door. Two minutes later she was back with a small pile of Lesbian Erotica. She handed one to me and said,"This one is particularly good. I've read it a few times. It's really hot. "So, you come here often?" He asked to break the ice. I laughed breathily."Ha, yeah, I'm here sometimes." I wasn't very good at this. Fortunately, Sandy wasn't here for small talk."You want to go first?" He said, reaching for his crotch. I looked down and saw that he had a bulge already, like me. I grinned and reached for him, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in for a kiss.There was something electric about two men kissing. Maybe it was the taboo of it, or maybe I was more gay than.