Dorothy in particular looked interested, and I could practicallyread her thoughts: She was reflecting on me, a man who had lusted after gay women, who...hadsnuck into Lesbian Bars and tried to take videotapes of femalehomosexuals. And how amusing it would be to see me turned into afeminized plaything for gay men! How richly poetic to watch mescampering about in all-male videos, and know that I was being forcedinto a life as a shameful, half-sexed male lesbian in a bizarre reversalof my own. Charlie even made a few vague attempts to show the librarian he was interested, throwing him long lustful stares from round the shelves. He never did anything too intimate back, at best only blushing and fumbling back to his work. He was no football jock like his friends, but by God did he make Charlie feel good.It took twenty irritating minutes before Mrs. Jones finally checked out a book and went through the door. It was then when Charlie moved in for the kill. He walked over to the desk, not. He whispered her name and stroked her golden hair. Finally, after about two hours, he whispered “Good­night, sweetheart, remember I’ll always love you.” and he gave her a light kiss on her forehead and silently exited the room.Sean offered Tom a ride, and told him that it would be no problem; he could sleep in his old room, or on the couch. Sean also told Brooke he would take her back to her place first if she wanted him to. Brooke decided she wanted to stay at Sean’s, just in case any news. I could feel her hand pull my foreskin down and start gently stroking my cock.I was going crazy with what was happening. She began stroking faster and faster. The touch of her soft palms was heavenly. I knew I could not hold on any longer and I would come soon so I opened my eyes and woke up with a start surprising her.She looked unsure and nervous with her hand still grabbing my cock in my shorts. I looked up at her in a questioning manner and asked her what the hell was going on. She did not.