" Thanks a lot. I understand the whole thing a bit better now." Good. Glad to help."As I watched Karl walk off, I had to wonder if I did the right thi...g explaining it.Unknown to Karl, I am one of the Program's Guardian Angels. In that role, I'm supposed to prevent threats to Program students. That conversation could be construed as giving a hunting license.I'm going to have to watch things very closely. If I have to clean up any messes because of this conversation, I'm going to be very, very. I started letting some of the guys fuck me. One of the first was a hung guy by the name of "Jose." He was handsome and about 40 years old. He had a wonderful, thick, brown cock that I always wanted to suck. He liked to lay back and watch me as I licked his balls and tongued up and down his shaft, edging him to orgasm. When he first pressed the fat head of his cock into my asshole I thought he was going to spilt me in two! I was laying on my stomach and even though he had lubed up my hole, it. We worked to lunchtime finishing three walls then after lunch we completed the last wall, the living room was painted and Joyce started to clean up and move the furniture about. Joyce was pushing at the back of an armchair stretch-out putting all her weight behind it when I said “stop, just hold there”I went behind her rubbing my crotch up her bum and grabbing hold of her waist, she looked so sexy. I started to pretend to fuck her from behind and then I heard her fiddling with the metal clips. Everybody I knew hated queers. The last thing anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a queer! There were queers in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the queers had bars and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting people to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in front of that full length mirror, wearing my mother's high heels, panties and lipstick, I was revolted with myself. It was around that time that my cousin and I were.