As I sat on the train seat, I placed the paper in my lap, hands on top so none of the other passengers could casually read anything incriminating. I d...sperately wanted to read it myself, but of course, dared not. Leaving the train, I practically ran the mile or so home and melted onto my bed, paper in hand and began to stare at every word on every page till they burned my retinas. Here it was. Here they were. Gays. Queers. Pansies. Poofs! Back then, all those words were used about my kind so. He turned meover onto my stomach, and told me to raise myself onto my elbowsand knees. By now I was truly acting, and feeling, like a littlewhore, so I readily obeyed, pleading with him to hurry. As healways did, Kevin used his fingers to gently massage my rectum,fitting first two and then three fingers inside me. I loved thesensations he caused with those magic fingers. Just like thismorning in the shower, I thought I was going to cum when I felthim inside me initially. As it was, I squealed. As I began to stand up I realized that my towel was not coming with me. By the time I stood up I was completely naked, facing away from my sister. My body blushed and I knew I was screwed. I looked back to see her trying to look at my cock. I felt it grow even more.She handed me the towel but never looked away. I began to wrap it around me as I heard her whisper, "Leave it off."My mind was racing; my heart was beating so fast I began to shake. I didn't just hear her say that, did I? What do I. A few cars drive by as we eat, talk, and share a few kisses between bites. I enjoy the stare from her eyes, the deep green draws me in. A combination of naughty knowledge of events to come and the shadow of innocents as she looks up from her food to meet my eyes. The conversation is light and humorous, her smile drawing me in. Tonight was suppose to be movie night but the fresh sun and melt drew me back to the great outdoors. I can see it was the right choice.As she packs up the remains of.