Slowly the rain starts to fall, and as if giving me permission, tears start to fill my eyes. As tears flow down my cheeks I raise my arms above my hea..., palms out, letting the now steady flow of rain fall over me. Opening my mouth, sticking out my tongue I taste the raindrops mixed in with the salt of my tears. Still barefooted I make my way over to a seat I had noticed earlier. Even though semi-protected by a large willowy tree, the wetness from the rain seeps into my jeans as I sit down. As. Bruno never had trouble getting jail house pussy.That wasn't what Bruno liked, he didn't like the queens or fuck boys that desired his endowment. Oh, he would fuck them, it was a nut, after all. Years ago, Bruno discovered his real like, the like of taking what wasn't offered.It was more than a quick fuck, it was conquering another male. Take Brian, for example. Brian McKee didn't want to suck dick, he didn't want to get fucked. Brian McKee was totally heterosexual. He wasn't some dick loving. It started as a twitch. And then it was a smile. Soon, the apartment was filled with her laughter. Her arms circled her body in a hug, wishing it were his arms around her. He was single. They both were. Every night since then he’d crept into her bed and explored each and every inch of her. Why? Why hadn’t he simply told her? Why couldn’t he just tell her he loved her? He could say it when the darkness shielded him. When they both pretended she was asleep. Her day was a blur. Bundles of roses. "With that she had stood, now unzipping the side of her skirt as it now fell to the floor. She wore what appeared to be thigh high stockings and the briefest of thongs. "Come here," she said wiggling her finger at me. Like a zombie, still totally unsure of where I stood in any of this, or if this was in fact a very wise career move on my part, I did. She motioned me to come around behind her as she leaned over the edge of my desk, wiggling her very exposed ass towards me seductively."Come on.