. and Lindsey, with her exciting life, and how they all make love with Stephen every night, the perfect man and father, taking his cum inside their bo...ies... hmmm... my fingertips run circles around my nipples as I think about them, about Stephen making love to his daughter, bringing back so many memories. I spread my legs and my hand slides down my tummy. When I look down I can just barely see the top of my labia, forming a neat squiggle line cresting the landscape of my lower torso. My. .. the ironic thing is that I hated myself. Once I hit adolescence, it didn’t take me long to realize I was attracted to men, and coming from a Christian background, the guilt and disgust I felt for myself was absolutely heart-wrenching. Plus, what kind of big manly football player was actually a closeted gay? I tried everything to convince myself I wasn’t gay. I even had a steady girlfriend, California, all throughout high school. She was gorgeous by any man’s standards, even a gay man’s, as. DING DONGIt must be Thomas. He came to see how I am doing, Charles thought.Charles got up from the sofa, slowly walking towards the front door. He wore nothing but his short white pants. Summer wasn't over yet but it wasn't September yet either. Charles reached the front door. Should he go peek through the window next to the front door. He decided he didn't have to. It was probably just Thomas paying him a visit and checking up on his friend's health.Charles opened the front door. When he saw. Me I liked it none of their friends were ugly and I had a wonderful choice from black as 12 feet down to light bright and dam near white!! I loved watch them dance, walk, sitting reading whatever I have made it a mission to see them in all manner of dress@ undress too!! (my sisters too but that’s another story) so here I was sitting in my room waiting for my parent's to leave for work I just sat their staring at my commode 64 (that's was a computer) not doing a thing just waiting sitting.