He told me that now he knows what a faggot I am, that next time, he wanted me to do the same thing again for him. I nodded a yes and he kicked me out ...f his room. I went back outside to play and ride my bike, with the taste of his cum still in my mouth. I thought about nothing else the rest of the day, and at times, even felt ashamed of what I had done.That night, after we ate dinner, I could barely look him in the face and I kept thinking he had told my parents or even my sister. He hadn't of. Once we reached the hospital, the medical staffs immediately shifted him to the emergency room and they started giving him the treatment.And myself and Namitha aunty stood outside the emergency room. I saw tears rolling down from Namitha aunty’s eyes. She kept crying all the way from her home. So I was trying to console her by giving her some water to drink. Then after some time, we got the news from the doctor saying that her husband is stable. He will be shifted to the ward for two days of. . does this make you more comfortable?” she asked, her voice breathy.“No,” I said, required to think about every muscle it took to get that word out. It involved the lungs, the throat, jaw, and tongue, even my lips, which I had to lick before I could speak at all. That one-word sentence was punctuated by an exclamation point made up of another of my muscles, which was trying to break free of an old jock strap and pair of Fruit of the Looms.It was then that Hannah returned from the kitchen, to. I was extremely hard by now. My wife was coming over my hand; her blouse was starting to blow open slightly, showing almost fifty percent of both tits to us both.I caught sight of an obvious erection in the front of Dave's trousers, which I know my wife also noticed. To an extent, this now became a make-or-break moment. To leave things like this; just titillation; or take things further. All three of us realised this, I think. My wife and I wondering what to do; and Dave, I think, grateful for.