But occasionally life throws us a little test, a moral pop quiz, call it. It happened to me once. I failed. Oh, it wasn't a simple true-false or multi...le choice test. This was more like a moral SAT. Let me explain.It started innocently enough. I had just returned from a hard day of work at my new job. I parked at the apartment complex where I was living temporarily. As I got out of my car I noticed a young lady getting some groceries out of her car a few spaces away. It looked like she had too. I only came out for a... run... fuck”. He was fucking her now as if his life depended on it, her tits bouncing with each thrust, his dick pumping in and out. She cried out now in ecstasy “oh FUCK YES give it to me, fucking own my cunt!”. Her legs began to give, only his grip on her hair keeping her upright. “Fuck, fuck, yes.... nnnghnnngh FUCK”. She was lost now, her eyes rolled back as she came, her thick juices covering his cock.This only spurred him on more, his own orgasm close. He somehow. Levis was a nice person, openly gay but not effeminate. He was willing to tell a quizzical youth all the tricks of having sex with men and this youth was open to all talks of sex! It was not too long after, that during one of our talks; we got a little drunk and being closer to his house went there for a nightcap. After another drink and some more chatting he made up the couch for me to sleep (not wanting to debauch a virgin boy, so he said) but being slightly drunk and very randy, I continued. However did my wish turn into this nightmare? Nothing turned out quite as I had hoped or wished. And especially not this mess."Oh I just wish everything could go back to how it was before!" The room grew misty again and time seemed to stand still. Another figure appeared before me, a shortish gentleman. He too was dressed in a suit, only his suit was white and he wore a black shirt with a polka dot tie."Teri, you called?" Who are you?" Yeah, who are you," another voice sounded from the room..