People don’t care about other peoples’ opinions of how they should have sex. I know all about your anti-LGBTQ rants and ravings. You need to figur... something out, Marcy. As much as you might think that you are the sole keeper of how humans should have sex, science has proven that sexual preference is genetic.”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be straight? And what was the reason why. In the spirit of complete disclosure, I must admit it was with my now-dead older sister who was depraved in her own special feminine way. She was the one who had started me on my journey of depravity and our secret union was the beginning of my nature of concealment that ruled my existence.She constantly fed me little treats to keep my spunk tasting sweet on her lips just the way she liked her cream early each morning. Our parents smiled at her generosity never suspecting their little darlings. "Everyone on their toes. I think something's going on, too."The school lockers were located in cul-de-sacs of twenty double rows of lockers. This design allowed enough lockers for all the students, but meant the lockers were out of sight of the rest of the hallway.They were getting books from their lockers when a satisfied voice said, "Sean David Kilpatrick Flynn, I presume."Sean looked towards the hall and saw Bob Clancy and two more guys that were nearly as large. They filled the exit from. He had watched me jack off a few times and I even sucked him off a couple of times. During the week it wasn't uncommon for me to be the only person in the place at times. I had even gotten to the point that if I knew I was the only one there I wouldn't even put my pants on to go into different booths. I just walked the halls in just my hose which was kind of hot. On a few occasions I noticed a guy come in around 4 or 5 in the morning. He was always wearing leather stuff and I got the distinct.