How canthat be?But, after all, who understands love? Not even science can explainattraction like this. All that I knew is that I have to be with Sco...t,and I need to make him love me back.I must have always been gay. I know that now. It must have been deepinside me - repressed - just waiting for a trigger to open it up. He wasthat trigger.But he is not gay. He can never love me the way that I need to be lovedby him. He wants to please me. I am not just his boss. He wantssomething of all. I was ready for a hot shower and a soft cushion to sit on.Eventually Thumper started pulling away from me trying to spin around to get himself ass to ass with me. I would let him do it before. I held tight on both of his arms around my waist. Fearing that when he twisted around that knot would have no room to spin. And he might tear me up. But as he shrank I let him move slowly around guiding him with my hands and then grabbing onto one hind leg to hold them up against me. Which oddly enough. I had to explain that I’d come home early one day from school and saw his car parked behind the barn. I sneaked into the basement and got an earful through the furnace pipes. I had to admit that we sounded about the same during sex; once we got going. She got it in the house; I got it in his barn or the back seat of his car. Sex was sex no matter where it happened.He had to use a condom with her; he did me bareback and loved it.She wanted details on my ‘Sweet Sixteen’ gang bang so we shared a. Chris stepped out of them and pushed me slowly towards his room.Our tongue-battle increased as I noticed that. To tease him even more I grabbed his hard member which pressed against my belly and started to rub it a bit.He moaned into my mouth while one of his hands slowly ran down my belly and stopped one inch above my waiting slit.For one long moment his fingers rested there. Then he pushed his fingers slowly between my swollen lips and started to draw circles around my clit.All I could do was.