I took the antidepressants, but not the therapy. I wasn't ready to talk about it.I found the upstairs just as I had left it. Well it had a lot more du...t, but I didn't mind. I fell into the bed and slept from 3 PM till 5 AM the next morning. I took a shower in the warm bathroom thanks to the additional heat provided by the ceramic heater. The automatic account debits, by the utility companies, meant I had electric and water. It was also the reason I had the storage locker which was more or less. I hate myself even more due to the fact that the back of my mind is happy about it now, saying I’m starting to accept my homosexuality. It makes it worse because everyday Liam tries to talk to me, making everyone glare and laugh. Angela looks at me with hate and sadness. I was going to marry her, I loved her…didn’t I?“Bobby…why won’t you talk to me, you defended me, and now you act like I don’t exist.” Liam says softly to me. I glare at him. “I hate you, you fucking queer, that’s why. You. Marie had more going for her than those magnificent tits; she had long black hair that hung down to the middle of her back and her tight jeans showed off a commendable ass, but it was those tits that drew the attention. You couldn't help but look at those jugs on that five-foot body and wonder why they didn't cause her to fall forward on her face as she walked. As she walked back toward me with my coffee it was hard not to notice the way the low-cut blouse showed off the creamy slope of her. Pushing my head back into the couch and riding out the orgasm, I could feel Bubba's ball sack smacking against the bottom of my ass each time he slammed his dick up into me. Turning my head slightly, I could see Slim still stroking his cock as he stared down between my legs watching Bubba's dick moving in and out of me. Bubba began moaning loudly and I could feel his huge cock swell and stiffen inside of me, stretching my pussy even more. I knew he was getting ready to cum and, as I.