Everyone would look at me and know I had this guy's cock in my ass and call me a faggot. A dick swallowing faggot. Suddenly I could hear Stephen's v...ice echoing in my head. I started to recall how he repeatedly called me faggot as he thrust his cock in me. I thought about how much I seem to relish in the title of faggot as he had his way with me. Faggot became my name last night. As I slowly came back to the present moment I found myself stroking my blood filled cock over the toilette. . Nothing… nothing I can do about it now, she wearily decided, beginning to undress.Perching her shapely bottom awkwardly on the lip of the bathtub, Stephanie laboriously pulled her tall costume boots off; the first priority for any cosplayer on their feet all day. She released a satisfied sigh as those pink vinyl boots hit the floor, and tenderly probed her swollen feet with her fingers to discover twinges of both pain and relief.Brian’s outside this door, Stephanie remembered, and her. Saturday night arrived, and I headed out to pick up the girls, both of them looked great dressed in shorts and t shirts. We said our goodbyes to their parents and headed to the drive in where we found a perfect parking place. After placing the speaker on the drivers side door I disabled the dome light so we could exit as needed without lighting up the exterior. We then headed to the play area. We rode the swings and played on all the other equipment while we waited for dusk. Julie would. Twice makes the accident theory very doubtful. Then the fact I want to go again argues only the first time was an accident."Then I remembered the expression on Mom's face when I ... no, make that we came together. Her second time wasn't much of an accident either."Shit! This is too much for me to handle." I showered, dried off and got dressed. Then I headed downstairs to face the music.Mom was in the kitchen already. She looked jumpy as a flea in a hot skillet, as the saying goes. "Ah Chris,".