"Cheated?" With your sister?"I grinned. "That sounds like a Jerry Springer show. Guys who cheated on their fiancees with their sisters."Tami didn't st...mp her foot, but I think she wanted to. "You know what I mean."I grinned again. "You wanted her to purr, and when she left my tent, she was purring. How could that be cheating?" You're a sneaky bastard." I'll have you know my parents were married at the time of my birth, and I have the documents to prove it."Tami had kind of wrapped herself. .ourwants and our desires. I have come to really admire and appreciatetgirls. The amount of effort, the amount of time it would take to do itright, the guts it takes to go out in public. A tgirl understandsbetter than anyone what a man wants and desires because at one point theytoo were a man. But I don't think of myself as gay...I've never been inthat type of relationship. I'm sorry, I'm babbling, this in all newterritory for me." Don't worry Andrew," I said as I took his hand in mine,. The silence was a surrender of ourselves, but we had no choice. Again, I looked at the men beside me. Some of them had confused expressions on their faces. I’d have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation had it not been so serious. Here we were, maybe fifty men, naked and packed together in filthy shower stalls, our bodies aching for the simplicity of warm water. But we had been standing there for a long time, my legs were numb from my feel to my knees. A few of the men in the lines. Just skin touching skin. Love sleeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine. But I especially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan my name. Not sure if it’s like permission, or a plea, but it works either way. Now, I am not slow. I am not gentle. I am not patient. I reposition myself, watch you bite your lip, and then hammer at you, driving you down into the bed hard, and deep, and each thrust punctuated.