While I wasn't gay, I was closely related, shall we say. But, we'll get to that in a minute.Anyway, there were two couples, a gal without her boyfrie...d, a single guy and myself. The other guy, Charlie, and I, were eyeballing the young lady, because she looked hot in a bikini. But, she was showing very little interest in us, so, neither Charlie, nor I, pushed the matter.Like I said, the conversation was dealing with society's difficulty in accepting men who loved men. And because we were an. "He slammed on the brakes after a quick jerk at the steering wheel, and I pulled my head from his lap.With a glance out the window, I could tell he'd pulled into a parking lot, shaded with trees and not well lit on this corner. There was a boat parked on one side of us and a truck on the other, so the chances of being seen were slim.He killed the headlights."Fuck yes." I dove back toward his crotch, wrapping my hand around his thick member and sliding my stretched lips along its entire length. I had almost giggled to watch the woman's huge hips moving up and down like a ship in a storm. Accidently, I found a shelf under the golf magazines that hid another set of magazines that had absolutely nothing to do with golf.The assortment of bare bums in every conceivable position and the flaunted breasts that were suspiciously unnatural in origin made me a bit flustered at first but I just spread them out in front of me on the floor and rode my own hand to a panting closure. I was on the. “I need more wine.” I watched you stand up, my eyes transfixed, envying the grace of each movement, the raw sensuality you radiated. You were in your red dress, the one we’d talked about. As you walked toward the kitchen, I closed my eyes and remembered the last few hours.You’d arrived in that dress and spent nearly two hours transforming me. A full body shave, then a massage and a light oil rubdown. Three attempts at make-up before we found something we both liked. Giggling like nervous school.