At that time in my life I was (and technically am still) 100% straight. I was a a coed group for over a week, traveling through the province, city to...city.While in Toronto, I joined a few of my friends who were in the group to visit a local gay bar. Nothing much exciting happened there. Actually I received more attention from the fag-hags (who assumed I was gay) which really pissed off one of my gay friends who had been telling me he wanted to teach me what gay sex was all about.Throughout. "Well, sense we are in the shower, we should at least wash up," Mindy said."I guess we should, but then we gotta talk about something," I replied."What? We're just 2 consenting adults that love each other and wish to make love," Mindy said.Anyway, we actually washed each other, washed each others hair and even private parts as well, so that made it probably the longest shower either one of us ever had."Well, maybe tonight, we don't have to just go to sleep, maybe we can have some fun too,". The school had still lost students, most of whom probably weren't excited about the whole naked bit, but had made up the difference with new students from as far afield as Orlando. Hunter's boyfriend was getting off, and we followed him onto the school grounds. He met up with Hunter, who helped him stripped off at his locker.I could see where they were going, and as interesting as it was to watch it probably wouldn't be of any use to the case at hand, so I went to the auditorium. They were. Liz’s words distracted her and her eyes nonchalantly darted out towards the front in search of the man. ‘I don’t know, it was probably nothing.’ ‘Sam, you’re twenty eight and in need of sex.’ She gasped at Liz’s choice of words. ‘Come on, how long since you and Brian broke up? Five months?’ ‘A year.’ Erica piped up as she placed her empty glass on the table, her eyes looking out for the server. ‘That’s right. A year. A vibrator and romance novels are poor substitutes for an entire year. You.