You are nervous as you stand on my front porch and push the doorbell button. I come to the door and invite you into my home. We sit down on the couc... to chat for a bit. One of the things I like about men is that we don't need to go through a ritual of going out to dinner, having some wine and maybe, eventually, getting around to sex. Between men, we know why we got together.After just a little small talk, I ask you what sexual activity you enjoy most. You say you're new to bi-sexual. It lasted a long time compared to when I got older.This wasn’t a one time experience. Sean and I sucked each other just about every week day after school. We tried it every way imaginable, like one of us lying down while the other was on top pushing our dicks into the other’s mouth. We did it sitting up and lying down, and tried sixty-nine, but I didn’t like that. We even did it in my garage using a cardboard refrigerator box that had a hole in it. One of us got inside the box and the other. The only air she got was the stale air that was thinly circulated by fans. Trees, flowers, animals, those things were gone to her, gone like her innocence. Gone like her belief of heaven because she survived in hell.She wasn't concerned with her nudity any longer. Any femininity had been stripped of her, any beauty she had once possessed taken violently. She was skin and bones, breasts flattened by starvation and deprivation. She was glad for it, ugliness would mean lack of desire on the part. “Of course not,” he said. “You just got up.”“There’s cereal on the top shelf of the right-hand cupboard,” she said.She returned to her bedroom and went into the master bath. She turned on the water to let hot water work its way through the pipes to the shower head. She dropped the robe, and then felt naked.“I am naked,” she growled to herself. “I sleep naked. I’m getting ready to take a shower!”Bobby was in the house though. That’s why this felt so different. She felt vulnerable.“That’s silly,”.