Paul?s make up covered face moved back and forth as he heard the snickers and giggles of those that surrounded him. ?Class, I see you have all been lo...king at the way Paul is dressed.? Lois said with a smile at Paul. He had made it through the day with snickers and being shoved against the walls. He was tripped by one man who called him a fag and was forced to sit alone when lunch time came around. ?This country has become great in the 21st century because it has something for everyone. There. But somehow the lift stopped one deck above the flight deck and Bren found himself in front of the door to the only occupied room.It was a minor running joke on the Silvana that they kept such great guest quarters and no one seemed to want to use them. The truth was that Bren didn't like ferrying people. They were difficult to predict, and had a tendency to accidentally break things, wander into dangerous areas, and frequently entangle the Silvana in the kind of contentious politics that Bren. He felt his cheeks blushing fire and a tell-tale feeling below his waist. As he passed into the mens' department, the feeling subsided while his mind drifted back to the task at hand--plain white t-shirts to wear under his busboy button-downs at his new part-time job. He rifled through some shelves, grabbed what he needed, and made it a point to go straight to the front. When he passed to a main aisle, though--he saw the backside of the same woman heading in the direction he intended, her curvy. Suddenly his pace increased and I simply floated on a sustained high the likes of which I had never experienced. His breath became ragged and the smooth rhythm stuttered in its once metronome driving into my weeping core. All at once his body slammed hard into mine with a satisfied groan, his love shoved as deep into me as he could get and I could feel the wave after wave of warmth flooding my inner recesses, bringing me for one final climax that left me dazed.I slowly regathered my senses,.