Your mother and I got you these anyway. We know you’re a sensible boy but we don’t want you to take any risks with HIV or AIDS.”Dad handed me a ...lain brown paper bag. Inside were a couple of packs of condoms.“What are you talking about? What circumstances?”“It’s okay, son, your mother and I both know,” said Dad, tapping the side of his nose. “We just want you to know we still love you whatever your sexuality.”“I’m straight, Dad. Why is that an issue?”“It’s okay, son. We can understand you not. My heart skipped a beat as this tall, well built man opened the door and started walking towards me. He also pulled his pants down and pulled his semi- erect cock out and started pissing. He started mumbling something about being locked out of his house and he was soo drunk he couldn't find his key. I realized this guy was talking to himself and I don't think he even seen me. I watched this guy shake off the last few drops and looked up right into my eyes. I had finished my business and tucked. We bought a ton of clothes and lingerie before we made a stop in my favorite store–Abercrombie, where our friend Jordan was working. It was close to closing time when we walked in. We waved to Jordan as she was bringing in a box from the back, and then we walked around and i found a skirt that I loved, along with two t-shirts, one pink and the other white, as well as a pair of acid washed jeans that revealing rips in the thighs. Mallory grabbed a navy polo, pink and white striped button-up. We decided to go out for a long lunch together far away from where anyone would recognize us. We arrived at the restaurant, an intimate little Italian place, and were seated oustside a cozy table. As we had nowhere specific to be for a while we ordered some champagne and enjoyed the feeling of freedom and intimacy as the bubbles went to our heads a little.She told me she already reserved a room for us to go to after we met and ate. I told Jane she reminded me of Maryanne from Gilligan's Island,.