I’m not like this! The thought popped into her head. Have some respect for yourself! Stand up and get out of h— The fart obliterated those traces ...f resistance remaining in her conscious mind. That stinky, stinky, nasty, dirty, bad man smell — she was thirsty for it, her body aching, nipples getting hard like bullets, her underwear drenched. She felt herself becoming an orgasm. That was the only way to put it. As the fart went to work on her beyond-stimulated brain, her clitoris and vagina. That was the best thing that's ever happened to me, well, this whole thing is, actually."Then, she lifted up off my dick, giving it one last lick across the tip which sent shivers across me and said, "Listen, little brother, you can give me one of your massages any time you want. I'll be happy to pay you back with a nice suck on your nice cock." I'll be glad to do it anytime, especially for that, it was awesome, I mean everything was, everything." So my little brother likes his dick sucked? Was. I had to be.I went the next three years without one bit of sex. I was getting quite a few advances from girls but kept saying 'I'm seeing somebody' to try and get out of it. Plus, being a closet homosexual didn't grant you any action at all. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every single minute of being a closet homosexual. I loved it!The main reason that I loved being a closet homosexual was the voyeur aspect of it. I got to check out men's asses, stare at their bulges, watch them get. I decided to get involved at this point. It had never really been my intention to double fuck her, but by now I was very turned on and my dick was bursting for some relief. James was sitting on Bridgets left so I undressed and sat down on her other side. I began to massage her breasts and kiss her neck and shoulders. This sudden attention of two men seemed to have a real affect on her and she began moaning with pleasure. We were taking turns to kiss her lips and breasts as she moved her hands.