He wondered if she could possibly be wet now, running her hands over the opulent curves of her gleaming body. Could she possibly be thinking of the fl...shing glimpse she had of his painfully swollen cock?She was there. Close enough to follow inside and touch like an angel charged with the tender care of his sins. But she was his sin. She was untouchable, and yet her every curve and motion was now burned into his mind.He needed to spin on his heels and run to the lake, dive into the cold water. Compared to them, she seemed so small and so fragile. They wanted to break her, to split her in half with their massive dicks, but she never broke. She just screamed and asked for more. When they had emptied their balls (probably in real life too), the men simply left the room. The chatbox was silent.I logged out and went to sleep satisfied.VI lived alone back then. A small apartment in a nondescript part of the city was what I called home. I had very few friends, none of whom I entrusted with. She just smiled and let it go."Do bottoms dress up as women?" I asked without thinking. She lookedat me intensely. "Some do, but most don't." After a second she asked"Do you want to?" "I don't know," I replied. She just stared at me soI decided to tell her what happened. She wasn't happy or angry. Shedid, however, tell me that although she would tell dad about myfeelings towards Bruce she wouldn't mention this. "For some reasonthis is a larger taboo than being gay. I'm not sure why but. " So unglaublich verblendet wie ich damals war, glaubte ich Thorsten und freute mich sogar noch darüber, wie besorgt der Junge Mann sogar um mein Bett ist.Nach diesem Tag habe ich Thorsten nie mehr gesehen. Er ist einfach abgehauen und war nicht mehr auffindbar. Total verletzt und voller Liebeskummer bemerkte ich gar nicht, dass meine Tage ausblieben und ich dachte mir auch erst einmal nichts dabei. Ich glaubte schließlich noch immer, dass Thorsten mir die Wahrheit erzählt hat und noch.