Shivering outside the front door, I stamped my feet and fought with numb fingers to get the keys in and turn the lock. Dragging my luggage inside, I a...andoned them by the front door, shook off my coat, and peeled back my outer layers of clothing, luxuriating in the warmth of ducted heating. Taking a moment to catch my breath and rub some life into my chilled hands and nose, I noticed something unusual.The lights were dimmed, but I could see candles flickering by the stairs leading up to the. I mean it. He's a good accountant, but he's a fag; and he loves young men! So, don't let him--you know? Try anything funny." What my father didn't know (or had simply chosen to overlook, and perhaps even ignore) was that I, myself, was a 'fag'; to us his word for it! I'd kept that side of myself fairly secret from both my parents (and successfully), so I pretended to take his advice about Marvin. However, even in the short time that I'd met Marvin to discuss painting his house, I'd picked up on. As PBear could have plainly seen, Williams boy bits were outlined rather prominently on the front, forming a noticeable bulge. William seemed to be aware of this and how embarrassing it was that he tried to cover his bulge with his hand, with the only result being a quickly rising boner because of the contact between his hand and his cloth-covered privates. Partly because of his boner, he went back to his seat so that the webcam only saw his bare chest. He saw PBear typing another message, and. Going to cry?”I’ve so had enough of this shit. I can’t beat the living fuck out of them here in front of everyone I can show them they aren’t going to want to fuck with me anymore.Steve have gotten me a tank top and light-weight, long-sleeve t-shirt to wear home. I hadn’t bothered to button it and I had the sleeves rolled up. Before turning to the jocks, I slid my shirt off.“Oh, we better watch out, we better not cry, little Davies coming over to show us why,” another of the dumb jocks said.I.