30” “Alright sweetheart – have a nice trip.” we kissed again, and then as a finale he added,“And don’t get fucked – anymore.” I smiled...and replied, “And I don’t want you fucking that dentist.” “Got it honey - have fun.” An hour later I was sitting in the front passenger seat of Nigel’s car, flying down the expressway, with my left hand wrapped around his massive erection, masturbating him and sucking pre-cum off his big meaty nob, and masturbating myself with my right hand. I had been hoping. He’d made the mistake of telling Carl there hadn’t been any gay people in his senior class either and Carl had gleefully explained that anyone who was gay in his little white-bread Bible-thumping cow-town would be so far in the closet, their ass would be sticking out into Narnia.Paul spent a slowly decreasing, but still significant amount of his time worrying that he would do or say something racist, homophobic, or generally ignorant. He’d never had any bad experiences with people of other. In his dream, he could feel the heat of the sun upon him, the sweat on his forehead running down his face as he lay with eyes closed on the lounge chair on the back patio. He could also feel the cool condensation that had formed on the aluminum as he blindly reached for the next can of nectar he had come to rely upon to help him make it through the day. And he could feel the throbbing beat of the teenaged-girl's music coming from the next yard.The memories of that afternoon played out before. For a moment, Katrina thought she saw the shadows move, as though the thing were hiding from the light.Her heart pounding, the dark curiosity that gripped her forced little Katrina to take the first few steps into the basement. Above her, the single bare bulb swung slowly, flickering ominously as she spotted the box of candles and matches on the old wooden workbench. Eyeing the shadows with frightful suspicion, Katrina hurried down the steps and rushed to the bench.By the time she had lit a.