She drew me closer as she was sitting on the other side of the sofa. I looked at her eyes and it felt like she genuinely wanted to know why I am so of... lately. I took a gulp and told her in one breath, “There is this girl in school and I love her”. She smiled and told me that, “Oh! My baby brother has grown up and likes a girl now…”I said, “Yes, now you know, why am off lately”.She gently caressed my hairs and asked, “Why do you like her”?I again kept quiet as there is no way I am going to tell. I knew I was gay but being very shy it took me a long time to get around to doing something about it. I took the bus to work and used to eye off a spunky guy who caught the bus at the same stop as me. Eventually I joined a gay social club and was persuaded to go to a “gay church” – who should I meet but the guy from the bus. His name was Hugh and he was 19. He recognised me from the bus and we got chatting, he suggested we get together and asked if I could take a bit of pain. I wasn’t sure how. Slowly I worked my way up to the top of her pussy where her red pubic hair stops and massaged that area she then grabbed my hand and started put it on her wet lips. I stopped her, asked what if her sister comes out of the shower? dont worry she said when the water is turned off well stop before she comes back in the bedroom. After a while of fingering my wife, she begged me to put as many fingers in as I could. I ended up sticked my whole hand up past my wrist into her dripping wet hole as Ive. One night we Skyped when I was drunk and he saw more of me than he bargained to. We just brushed it off to me being sloshed and thought nothing of it. Or did we? Anyway, we were in his dorm and he closed the door. He wanted me to hear this song that he was writing. He was an avid guitar player and lover of country music, just like me. I was thrilled that he was sharing his talents with me, so I sat back and listened. I watched his fingers move across the chords and envisioned them moving across.