Since he still couldn’t see, I told him to go ahead and pee. It took him a little while to start going, but when he did, he pissed for about 2 minut...s straight. When he was done I put the bucket back down and left him standing there for a few minutes. He didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there. As I was looking at him that is when I noticed he shaves his arms, chest, legs and his little nuts too. I stood back up and whispered in his ear “Are you a cross dresser or just a little faggot?”. He had told me a couple of years ago, over at Mr. Wilsons that he could set me up in some real porn if I wanted, so I decided to give it a try. Johnny said I could work at one of the local bars if I wanted—said most could usually use one or two more. Said I could do that part time so I could concentrate on other things :)So anyway—pulled up at the sleez motel in the jeep. Couple of guys hangin at the pool kinda noticed me. As I hopped out and made my way to my room, they walked over to me. “Hey. " The gross stuff," Regan said. "I don't think it would be cool if you peed on me." Yuck," Andy said, his face screwed up in disgust. "That's disgusting!" Some people find it exciting," Regan informed him. "I've seen videos and it doesn't do anything for me." It creeps me out to even think about it," Andy replied."That's what I meant," Regan agreed. "The other things? I think I'm OK with them if it's with you." Really?" Andy asked. "Your list of taboos is that limited?" I think so," Regan said. And I knew her. Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite lady with a lot of energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not tell a soul about this." Jill said as she undid her shirt then dropped.