I expected the house, room and the old women to smell like bengay harbor all kinds of things I couldn't touch. Soon I would find that just like my roo... nothing in the house I would stay in was as it seemed. The very first night as I lay in a giant four poster bed slipping into sleep something brought me awake. The sound of moaning reached my ears, so for a long moment I lay still and accessing the sound. At first it did sound like someone was in pain but very soon I realized that it was. Well, I didn't take our relationship all that seriously. She was a good fuck and knew how to please a guy in bed, but other than the sex part I didn't really know her all that well, and frankly I didn't really care about all that relationship crap. We were just 22, what did she want, marriage or something? That attitude is what screwed me, that and the fact that I was in no mood to fuck around and pretend that I cared. To make a long story short, I ended up walking home a little too drunk and. It was another month or so before Janie tried sitting on my cock while facing me. That turned out to be just as good as facing away and it let me kiss her on the lips. It took most of another month to get her to let her mouth open and accept my exploring tongue but then she decided she liked that too.I found her clit quite by accident. One day as she was riding my cock facing away from me, my hands were roving all over her and slipped into the crease between her legs. My fingers explored the. Nobody in my life actually knows it though, since they'd never understand. I want to tell them, but how do you walk up to your Dad and tell him that you enjoy having sex with men when he uses the term fag as an insult almost every day. My Mom might be the only one who could understand, but the fact that she'd surely tell my Dad is what keeps me from telling her. My Brother and I hardly even talk, so he's definitely not someone I'd be coming out to.After a few hours of internet surfing, I.