Bobby looked across the park. Some boys he knew were playing basketball. They wore shorts, half were shirtless. If he was gay, that should excite him....He should find some of his fellow teen males cute, sexy, at least physically.He didn't.That, he thought, was the main reason the whole gay thing had not reared its head before now. While, yes, looking at boobs had not given him a boner, neither had looking at guys. As they shopped today, he had looked at the men around them. Looked to see if any. "I hate wearing these paddedthings, they never look right, nothing fits right, everything lookswrong."She saw the tears forming. "It will be OK babe you look beautiful."Wiping a tear away I muttered, "Would you like me more if I had realones?" What...." she moaned. "How could you say that I love you just the wayyou are." But would you like me better if I had boobs?" Where the hell is this coming from? I have never said anything aboutyou getting tits." I don't know I guess I have been feeling. I sent it directly to Jamal he wants to fuck you this weekend. I told him Saturday night at 7 would be doable”. She sat straight up, “you little prick I’m not fucking two big cock black guys for you”. Bill looked at her “ok I’ll send this video to dad and everyone of our family”. He stood up and headed for the shower you’ve got till noon Saturday to decide”.For the next two day they didn’t say much to each other, she told her sister Carol who’s only comment was can I join?Since it was Friday. “Would you mind hearing my advice?”“Of course not.”“You have a sexy body. Spectacular. You should show it off.”“You mean dress like a slut?”“That’s exactly what I mean. Let the men and the women know what you have to offer.”“I’ll think about it.”“You do that.”“We should get going.”“Okay.”One more kiss and they dressed.While driving into the mountains, they passed a sign for the Appalachian Trail. Karissa knew the trail would lead to her brother. “Could you stop whenever you can?” Karissa.