”“No, I won’t,” I replied, and we fell back into an uncomfortable silence.As we approached Narrabeen, Lori spoke again.“Look, it’s already...after lunchtime; do you want to grab something to eat?” she asked. “What about a burger over at the beach?”“Sounds good, were you thinking of the Shack, near the pool?” I replied. The Beach Shack, just at the North Narrabeen rock pool car park, had pretty good burgers.“That’s what I was thinking of; we can park up above Turrimetta Beach,” Lori said.She. He didn’t say a word and neither did I. What would we say anyway…? I started stroking him at a steadier pace now and he just lay back his head but kept looking at my hand in total disbelief. I just looked at what I was doing, trying not to look at him. We were both embarrassed about this, I was still trying to hide it of course. I rubbed him a bit more and noticed that it might hurt a bit so I instinctively brought my other hand to my mouth and scooped some saliva out and then coated his penis. When I started to pull her panties down Kitty lifted her fanny up to assist me. I was stuffing them into my pocket when Mom pulled up in front of the main entrance.I got out of the car and then I helped Kitty out. I got to look at her hairy pussy when she got out. Mom motioned me to her so I opened the front door and poked my head in.Mom whispered, “I’ll give you an extra twenty dollars to spend if I can have those panties. I’ll give them back to you later. I just want to smell that wonderful. " But they're wrong. You're not gay. Theboys and men who will make endless, moist love to you aren't gayeither. "Homo" means "same." You're as different from manly mensexually as you could possibly be. Not the same.GIRLFRIENDS - We pantyboys need girlfriends - other boys who are likeus. Pretty boys who like to wear panties and nighties and suck otherpretty boys' girlish stiffies. Intuitively we know there are otherslike us, but meeting them is always challenging. A pantied girlfriendreassures.