" In confession?" Sister Pious enquired."Yes in confession," Father Rafferty agreed."You better show us," the mother superior suggested, "Let us decid...." What?" I asked."Trousers down Michael," Father Rafferty insisted, "You heard the reverend mother." But father!" I protested."Trousers down Michael," the mother superior ordered, "Let us see if you're man enough for the good lord's work." Oh let me!" Sister Pious insisted and she stepped forward and grabbed my fly buttons and fumbled awkwardly. .I knew it! It's OK, I know lots of straight guys that do that. Do you cum hard?Yes. Yes I do.It's the excitement of the new. Tonight's maybe a good night to try something a little more hand-on.I quickly changed the subject. We drank beers and talked about hockey and movies and politics and a bunch of other things. Mick was funny and charming and I was really enjoying his company. Dave said he was going to leave. That would usually end the night for me and we'd share a cab home, but Dave was. He would enjoy wearing it, but if Muffy thought she was getting rid of the Timex she was sadly mistaken. Melissa gave everyone an expensive thoughtful gift. When they protested about her extravagance, she said they were from her heart, because she so loved them all so much. The women all started hugging and crying as Jake and Charles looked on bemused.Jake gave Charles a box of imported cigars. The women booed, they all hated the smell. He gave his sisters earrings for their pierced ears.. . and what in the world you are doing NOW!” She said, looking at my crotch and then turning away.I looked down myself, and I was absent-mindedly stroking my cock in the hardest state it’s ever been. I looked back up.“I ... uh ... I’m sorry Ms Jones. I guess I just think you ... well ... you look so good!”“UGH!” She exclaimed and threw her hands up, walking a few steps away from us. She turned and looked at us again.“So, Dylan, are you gay? Is that it?”Dylan looked at me.“He doens’t have the.