They all know me as a gentle, friendly guy. But in private, I'm a closet queer. I don't like to use the word "gay" because I think that word minimizes...what we are; homosexuals. The truth is that I like all things male. I like the looks of a man, his body, his face, and especially, his cock.I have been queer since I was ten years old. When I started masturbating at that age, I didn't fantasize about girls and women. I fantasized about boys and men. I wanted to be around males as much as. Very quickly I was able to bring up some of the honey and her entire pussy and clit were now a hot slick and swollen entity. I couldn't help but keep doing down for longer, exploring with my thumb just how wet she was everywhere.This is where I encountered a first, that made me bigger and harder than ever. As my thumb passed her opening she pushed down, my four fingers slid in the juices between her thighs and my thumb slipped right in, up to my knuckle into her cunt. It was tight, hot,. Several times I pushed one deep inside my cunt and wore it to school. It would be forced part way out by my cunt muscles, not to mention gravity, but my panties kept it from falling out at my feet.It would still protrude an inch or two, which made a fantastic time of sitting down. During boring lectures at school, I would raise my little bottom up a little off the chair and then press back again, pushing it deeper into my cunt. Several times I brought myself to orgasm during class without. I was a woman. I had to persuade myself or no one else would believe me. If Hal caught on that I was Jessica's despised husband, the ridicule I'd have to endure from both of them would be unbearable. Yet, taste a man? I couldn't reply.Hal sat up like a great-maned lion rising from rest, and slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Now his face wasn't three feet away. He leaned slightly forward and reached over and grasped my shoulders as if to reassure me. Then gently, ever so.