They’d both laughed uncomfortably, and then avoided eye contact as they’d extracted themselves from the rather intimate embrace they’d found the...selves in.Getting dressed had been somewhat awkward; there was little room inside the tiny cave, so they nearly couldn’t avoid accidentally bumping into each other as they attempted to don their respective armour. Both sets of leathers were still damp, making it rather like they were squirming into clingy second skins rather than armour. Not that he. I was twenty-seven, had never dated girls and had had obviously gay friends, but it was something I didn’t want to discuss with them and they seemed inclined to leave alone. So I wasn’t shocked that Martin knew, or assumed, I was gay, but I was surprised he felt so at ease bringing it up, and in such a graphic way. At first, I didn’t know what to say and then didn’t know where to start.He looked at me and said, “Or maybe you don’t like getting fucked. I just assumed all gay guys do. Is it one. There was cool air coming out of the vents, and she realized that the seats had some kind of cooling feature built in. The sensation against the heat of her body felt exquisite. He put the car in gear and began to drive. "Where are we going, Mr. Smith?" For a moment he did not reply. After a moment, he said a single word: "Sir." "Excuse me?" "You will address me as Sir." She gulped, and said nothing, not sure how to respond to this. All of a sudden the index finger of his right hand was under. My father owned over two thousand acres, much of it woods, so we could go a lot of places, travel around it for a long time, before we got close to another farm or someone else’s land. A lot of it was familiar to me so when we started down a trail I recognized that led to a pond I started to get excited. I had often slipped off to it alone and swam there naked. Sometimes the farm hands went there after a long day to bathe, though I never saw it, but I heard them talking about it. Just little.