I started to question my sexuality late in high school. I never did anything about it until my freshman year of college. I went to a very small school...in New England, and I’m talking small: less than 1,000 students living on campus. So needless to say news traveled fast, as well did rumors. All of that plus the fact I spent my first semester living with two obvious homophobes made even the thought of trying anything with another guy impossible. By the end of the semester I was ready and in need. It is and I let her in with the towel wrapped around me the way girls do it, around my upper torso and above my budding breasts.Smiling at me, Bethany gives me a big hug, whispering into my ear, "Let me see?"Figuring why the hell not, I step away and undo the towel, letting it fall away."Oh Tom, you look terrific. You've really changed a lot in the past couple of weeks." You think so? Wait till I tell you what else. But let me put something on first, go get a couple of Cokes out for us, okay?. Nice – she’s really getting into this role-play thing. Without warning, she whacked my hard-on with the business end of a black riding crop. Where the fuck did that come from? “Yes, Mistress,” I grunted through clenched teeth as she closed the cuffs around my wrists and secured them to the bed posts. As soon as I was secure in restraint, she bent over and took my meat back into her mouth, working up and down my veiny shaft with one well-manicured hand while she squeezed my balls with the other.. Every evening we use to chat together.One day on a summer holiday I as I was bored at home I went to her house to chat with her. I was amazed to see her door open and I slowly went inside. I could see no one in the hall and I went towards her bedroom as I opened the door I could hear moaning sounds. I was surprised to see Sweeta was sitting on her bed spreading her legs wide and with her head moving in all direction. As I looked carefully I saw her shorts and her panty lying on the floor I got.