I hope u all read my previous stories of bisexual activities with couples, with my friend’s mom and he with my teacher and her bubby. This time I’... going to write about my gay experiences.I have many gay friends one of my friend is briju, he is a fat guy with big chests (I say it is breasts).one day I called him to my house and had sex with him. He said to me there is a theater in Chennai where gays meet in the last row of the theatre u can go there find gays. As my parents went out of station. After asking about her, he happened to mention the party going on and invited me in.Needless to say, I accepted.By my second beer, (with three being my absolute limit) I had met a couple of cute prospects, but forgot all about them when a well put together blonde sat down across the room. She was probably ten years older than me and not as pretty as the other girls but she had a body that electrified me. First there were the melons she carried as breasts, and then there were those gorgeous. How come”“That’s because Pedro’s time and efforts have all been taken up with being a proper Don. I am more of the world in real time, I and have associated myself with many people. I speak several languages and that is why I am able to converse readily with the Indians. It is a great asset.”“I agree.”“I have never been recognized fully by my cousin, but it has been I who kept him out of the poor house. His lands would have gone years ago from his foolish habit of gambling. I suppose I am as. I managed to shave without cutting my face up, showered and dressed. Giving a mental thanks to Tess for picking up my stuff at the cleaners, I stepped into a pair of dark blue corduroy slacks, pulled on a light yellow sports shirt, grabbed my Marlboro Man jacket and headed for the door. After one step outside I returned somewhat chagrined that I had to add socks and loafers to my attire.I was flying. Fortunately, Helen lived nearby. I walked, seemingly on air, regaining consciousness in time to.