” He stated in a possessive tone. “Prove it!” Said the leader of the troop, denying the fact that I was gay and taken, Adam said nothing he just...pulled at my shirt exposing the obvious hickey on my neck, the girls let their jaws hanging in shock, they had lost their prize to none other than the thing they least expected, a male. “Sorry.” Adam said after a few seconds as he turned my head around to kiss me, sadly at least to the girls, I didn’t resist. The girls had no clue to what had hit them,. I quickly stripped out of my sleep-shorts and decided to use them as my ‘cum-catcher’ and cleanup towel to make my little head happy.Soon, the bevy of my bandmates’ breasts were firmly entrenched in my mind and definitely served as a great inspiration for this pleasurable task. My accidental, down-blouse view of Sam’s perfectly round areola, topped by a small, soft and pink nipple was exciting because my petite, redheaded friend innocently and ignorantly provided our librarian, and then me with. Sam was a little younger, quite fit, a runner I think. He was also quick with a good joke; and very witty. We had great conversation and some laughs during dinner. After dinner we found a nice bar to hang out in for drinks and more laughs. It turns out the bar had a band on that evening so we stayed to enjoy the show. It also turned out that both my new acquaintances enjoyed music and dancing as much as I do. The band and music were excellent and we danced until closing. They took turns. This didn’t faze her in the least. Then she asked me about my emotional state when having sex with a guy. “If exchanging blow jobs is sex, then my emotional state is confused. It feels good to express my affection physically for a close buddy. I like being held and kissed. But I’ve been told all my life that queers aren’t normal, and guys who get physically intimate with other guys are queers. So, I’m confused.” She wrote on the paper and went on. Whether I had a steady girlfriend was a.