Don't look,trisha, don't look.Honestly, it was painful, and my gender confusion came back with a bang,reinforced by the way I was addressed, standing ...here staring at someghost of a man who seemed to be fading away before me."Sir, may we call you a taxi? Sir?"Oh fuck, he's talking to me."Yes, thanks. I'll wait at the front."Sir. If only he knew the real me. What I had been doing - and loveddoing up there in the big suite.I closed my eyes for just a second and took in a deep breath to. I went to her house, 20km away from our place and found her drinking coffee in the garden. She told me she wasn’t in the mood to go out so I said “ok” we can spend the day chatting and doing naughty things ;-) After a while her new boyfriend arrived. He was a nice guy in middle 40’s but he gave me the idea of a shy man. Later on we were in the kitchen and I asked her if this guy knew how naughty she is. The answer was “no”; the guy knew nothing about my girlfriend’s habits, so I came up with. Now she wasn’t biphobic or anything, but she did believe that “it was just a phase” or that “by staying with her I’ll grow out of it” yeah right. The truth is that my time with her was a time of suppression, all those two years, trying to undermine the fact that I also liked cock, and she would refuse to even use toys on me, saying that “I was enough”Basically, once my relationship with her ended, I felt free again, and so this summer I decided to start over and try to make it up for the time. “What’s going on, FUCK?” I growled at myself and head-butted the door frame.I knocked myself out.*Hours later after I had some sleep.I started questioning myself again.“Am I fag or something but I like girls?”I still fantasized about Gina and having my cock buried balls deep in her pussy, but what about this other shit?“Fuck, fuck, I’m not a fag I like pussy,” I tried telling myself.“Fuck this,” I ranted to myself and decided to leave the house.I went for a drive.*This nonsense ended once I got.