I pressed on my diaper after she left and was happy to see itwas still dry. 'That juice will probably change that soon,' I thought.'There has to be so...ething bad in it... But I doubt she would let meavoid it, so I guess I just keep drinking it...'She returned a few moments later with my diaper bag on her shoulder.Reaching down she picked me up and placed me on her hip. "Let's go seeGrandma and Grandpa!"I just lay my head against her and sat passively as she carried me tothe car. Soon secured in. I had never appreciated how difficult the initial penetration was for the top in gay sex, but now I could feel his weight pressing down on my shaft, almost pushing it back into me, and I had to grip my cock quite firmly to keep it from bending under the strain. Slowly his sphincter relaxed, and began to swallow my cock. Patrick reached around with both hands to pull his cheeks apart, gasping with pleasure as he sunk further and further down, my dick going deeper and deeper. It seemed to take a. I drove back to the hotel where Marsha was staying, and sat in the parking lot for more than an hour contemplating my demise when it suddenly hit me. Why, why should it be me that pays the price? I certainly did nothing; it was Marsha, and the other girls in my life that brought such misery.I went to the rear of the hotel and made my way up the first flight of stairs, then to the elevator. It was three hours since I had looked in to Marsha's room, and now all was quiet. This time when I opened. I kept hearing people whisper as I walked by. Occasionally someone would whistle. A group of guys started following me and making all kinds of comments until some other guys, from the gymnastics team I think, scared them off. I was shaking like a leaf when I finally made it to the sanctuary of my dorm room.My roommate had gone home for the weekend so I was alone. I lay on my bed and cried for an hour.Finally I realized that this was a class assignment and that I had to do it. I wasn't going to.