" She grinned. "You see Anna told Jenny who told April who told me. I also heard about what happened when you got home from the bowling alley after th... abuse you laid on Justin Robertson." She laughed. "So, is your arse still sore? And I'm pretty much guessing that that's the reason for you being dressed like my grandma. Matter-of-fact I think right the moment she's probably dressed sexier than you." Fucking... !" Julie stopped suddenly and looked at her watch, the bus was due in five minutes. As I got older I would wear my older sisters panties and skirts when no one was home and dance around the house. It wasn't until my junior year in highschool I had my first gay sexual experience and loved it even know I was extremely inexperienced. Now I'm nineteen and very experienced but still very much in the closet when one afternoon I went to my friend Ryan's house, I have always have had a thing for him and had many fantasies about sucking his cock and having him fuck the hell out of me. During the year when I was 16, Dad, Sissy and I got ready for our annual trip to the farm. We always left on Friday afternoon. It took about two hours to get to the lake. We had the tent all stuffed in its sack, food boxed, fishing gear lying alongside the 4-wheeler in the back of the pickup, everything was all ready except for dad. The 4-wheeler was really cool. It meant that we could park in the old driveway and ride it up to the lake, saving us quite a long walk. It also meant that we didn't. This one looked male and had a higher central ridge on his head. He was dressed like a doctor wearing scrubs. He walked over to Tristan and said something. Tristan took a gulp of air, filling his lungs and feeling a scream building from the pit of his stomach he shook his head, his pulse racing, blood pounding in his ears. The scream came out as a faint croak. He could not breathe, he fought for breath and tried to rise. Firm hands held him down. There was a stabbing pain in his arm and the.