Desmond muttered as he raped my head, urging me on, calling me stupid, calling me a whore, calling me a dumb white fuck. The girls watched and chatte.... ‘I can’t believe Adam’s taking it all,’ said Jill. ‘Look at that.’ ‘Glad I worked on his gag reflex,’ Lily said. ‘Desmond’s a farm animal.’ Jill giggled and nodded. ‘It still hurts me, even after all these years. He’s practically deformed.’ ‘He’s blessed,’ said Lily. ‘I wouldn’t mind getting that in me.’ ‘I could make him turn on you . . . .’. That's when the thought occurred to me that I must be gay. I had to be.I went the next three years without one bit of sex. I was getting quite a few advances from girls but kept saying 'I'm seeing somebody' to try and get out of it. Plus, being a closet homosexual didn't grant you any action at all. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every single minute of being a closet homosexual. I loved it!The main reason that I loved being a closet homosexual was the voyeur aspect of it. I got to check. Nothing too extraordinary about her but a simple lady. Just then she looked in my direction and I had to look somewhere else. I didn’t look in her direction till the bus arrived I was not sure she would have appreciated it. So I got on the bus and settled down on my seat. Fortunately, she too sat in front of my seat and luckily for me she hadn’t booked the ticket. So the person who had booked the ticket allotted her seat. She asked me if someone was sitting near me and I replied negatively.She. I wanted to edge this stud! His cock was so good I didn't want it to end. However after nearly a half hour of teasing him he was ready to unload.He warned me that he was going to cum, and I moved my mouth so that the head of his cock was resting on my tongue. I felt his cock pulse and soon my mouth was filled with his delicious jizz! I swallowed and he came more making me swallow a 2nd time. I kept licking and sucking his cock until he began to get soft. He then got dressed and said he'd let me.