"it's my turn now", I said reaching for the shower gel. I washed his back first, delighting in the feel of his soft young flesh beneath my fingers. Wi...h his back to me, I pulled him close and started kissing his neck and shoulders and then down his back to his soft, smooth cushioned arse. I slipped my tongue between his cheeks until I found his delicious hole and probed as deep as I could, savouring the sweet taste. I turned him around so I was eyes to eye with his handsome cock then took it. Sometime in the conversation I started to think to myself what would happen if I told him my Secret? Would he abandon me, never talk to me again? Would he still be my friend, after all these years he surely must accept me for my true self? At one point I wasn’t responding to something he said for a minute or two, so he asked what I was thinking about.I just came out. I said it.“I am Bisexual”There. I did it. I couldn’t think straight and almost instantly I regretted saying it.After a few. ‘Hai,’ he hissed, his face tightening into a cringe. ‘Do it!’ I snarled, crossing my ankles behind his head and yanking him into me. The weight of his body compressed me even more, driving his cock even deeper inside, if such a thing were possible. His young passion was primordial and my blonde hair fanned out on the massage table as he gave me what I wanted, what I needed. When I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades, his shout started loud and ended louder as he went off inside me. She moved even more gingerly now as she took a spot on my bed.I said, “so why don’t you tell me something about yourself I don’t know”?She said, “I guess the best place to start is to tell you why the way I am.”I asked, “what do you mean?”She replied “you know how I gave you a BJ when we first met, but I wouldn’t let you do anything else.” and “how I am still a virgin.”“Oh,” I said. Well it is kind of a big one. When I was seven my parents who had always been very liberal, pot smoking and.