As I was covered in gunk, I stripped down to my y-fronts in the laundry, before heading for the bedroom to get my robe, before jumping in the shower. ...hen I passed the boys doorway, I glanced inside and came to an abrupt stop. Zack was lying on the bed – on his stomach – apparently fast asleep. He was naked, apart from his undies, which had somehow bunched up inside his crack, exposing the two most beautiful, perfectly-shaped, tight, peachy, buns, I had ever seen. Blood was pumping into my cock. He took a sip from a water bottle and then turned to look at me and said “you are one nice………..dude.” To which I responded “Faggot. Rhett, I am not political. You can call me a fag or queer and it is not going to hurt my feelings. I know what I am and what I do and I like the men I meet and take care of. I want you to be comfortable with me and not think that I am going to go all irrational on you. I am an old school queen. No attitude. Just aptitude.” He responded by saying “Friend, you blew. She's been telling me stories about your father and the other band members. I can see why my mother fell in love with my father." I wonder why I never heard those stories." They're stories that wouldn't interest a guy." Oh. Uh, why don't we get some sleep? I'm still pretty tired. Are you going to sleep here?" I will if you don't mind. Are you sure you don't want to do anything else besides sleep?" The young woman gently caressed his prick through the fly of his pajamas."I'm pretty sure." He. Well, this incident occurred in my life when I was 16 years of age. It’s been 5 years but still I cannot forget the day I lost my virginity. I stay in a flat in Pune. I was in my 11th STD at that time. Once I had to participate in this essay competition wherein I had to write about AIDS prevention. So, I was quite engrossed with this. There was a neighbor of mine who was a professor in English. Her name was Madhavi. I used to call her bhabhi but had a secret attraction towards her which I never.