Nestling next to me, your right hand trails over my body. The tickling of your fingertips has my nipples standing hard and taut, waiting for your feat...ered touch, yet you tease me as your fingers move in close only to slide away.The moment they slide away and over my navel, I dampen with need, hoping those fingers will slide lower, playing with my clit and entering me. Sadly, this isn’t what you do as you continue to tease me, making me mindless. No longer thinking, just wanting is when you. Yeah, they were always there, sometimes so heavy I could only scratch that itch by acting out. Thank god for adult theaters, and peep shows, a place for loser straight guys like me to get some humiliation. I wasn't gay, didn't view guys in a sexual way, it was the shame of sucking cock I was after, and it was cool for awhile, but they call them trolls for a reason. The losers hanging around those places tended to be ugly and tiny dicked, in denial fags, and that was not the fucking point, I. The home plate umpire gestured me to first base and walked out to warn the pitcher that the next close one, to any hitter, would be his last pitch of the day.The Yankee pitcher's control miraculously improved after that, and our cleanup hitter, Miguel Tejada, was retired on a fly ball to center.I got up again in the fourth inning and, again, was hit by a pitch. The umpire, true to his word, promptly tossed the Yankee starter out of the game, causing a major uproar, but getting me nothing except. He never asked again, and I never said anything to anyone until I was talking to Doctor Mercer. When she asked me my very first memory about sex, the first time I thought about it, that’s what I told her.“I never told my mom or anyone what happened. I didn’t want my dad to get into trouble. But I was scared of him from then on. Before that, he’d been my dad, and I loved him dearly. After that, he was a threat, I guess. I had really strange feelings about myself after that. Doctor Mercer thinks.