She hated to ask and possibly ruin the moment, but she never knew when he might hang up. “Will you be needing me tomorrow afternoon? I had something...planned.”Wesley got quiet. “Really? Is this a date you have planned?”Amaya’s heart raced. “Yes.”Wesley was quiet. “Is that a problem?” she asked. Oh, God, he must not be Chris after all!Wesley chuckled. “Your mouth has been fucked by three cocks, and yet you’re asking permission for a date. Tell me about the boy. Is he a classmate?”“No,” she said.. I redid my makeup and put my hair in a ponytail. I decided to change into jeans from the skirt I had on and after doing that, put my heels on and started to get ready to return to work. I went towards the garage where I found my husband on a short ladder with the garage door now open. I said hello again and decided to have a cigarette while chatting with him. I took out my lighter and lit my cigarette, took a deep drag and exhaled. As I did so I noticed that my husband must have been wearing. He lived right across the street from me. My heart raced.And then he called me by my last name... and I could feel the color drain from my face and this sudden "holy shit" feeling came over me. I knew of his existence but never anything more than that. It never crossed my mind that he might be into guys. I had never really conversed with him when he was in high school. Sure, I had seen him but never gave it much thought.And here we were, caught up in a sexy chat and wanting to meet up. . I would later find that in public school parlance we were all pretty boys. I thought it was odd there were none of the hefty sport types but thought it was a coincidence. I soon made friends particularly with the boys either side of me Robin and Paul. They told me the school was nice and there was no bullying ( which surprised me) I said at my old schoolboys like us who looked slightly effeminate with our smooth skinny bodies were targets. They told me at St Chad’s we were treated well and were.