He threw me over the side of his couch, and worked his way in me as fast as he could. The first fuck wasn't necessarily a long fuck, but I remember it...feeling amazing because when he came inside me I could feel it shoot all the way in, making me cum as well.We fucked 2 or 3 more times that night, and I had to take the liberty of sucking his dick (every girl wants to play with a huge one) and letting him cum all over my tits.Moral of the story? Not every internet encounter turns out to be a 40. ..or even a beer. He declined, saying he wanted to finish my street, and finish work for the day - but, if my offer was still open in about 30 minutes, yes, he would share a beer. I agreed as he continued sweeping, and my cock continued growing. Why?I had always fantasised about being with a man, and had read lots of beautiful gay love stories, but other than some small-pricked transexuals (nice as they were) had never 'done' anything much, yet here was I excited about a man I hardly could even. But you also retain your own independent thoughts, and my thoughts are not as innocent as I’ve led my companions to think. I’ve kept my adult drive covered; my desires hidden by quips and a ready wit, as well as pretending to ignore and cower when actual sexual advances come my way. Not that it happens often. But recently it has become harder to ignore. My mind wants satisfaction. I’ve started to think about some of my friends outside the Animorphs. The female ones who don’t suspect my sexual. But if I did that, I would be stuck in that room. I sat up straighter and plastered a smile on my face. I would NOT be going back to that room! ~~~~ Cien stood on the ridge and looked down. The hillside was covered in tall trees and a few small streams. Putting his hands on his hips he surveyed the land. He knew the infidels had gone this way, but where they had gone in the woods… He couldn’t figure that out. ‘Your keep is only a two day ride from here, Cien,’ Liam said as he approached. Cien.