The burning on my face worried me; I might be blushing.The weight of his body and the situation made my head pound. What had I done to him to treat me...like a homo? I’m not gay, I’m not gay, you have to believe me, I’m not. Why doesn’t he kill me? I’d be better off dead than have an erection at a man’s touch. Especially not a niggers.“Nothing hiding here,” he released me, rose, leaned into me again, whispered into my ear. “Closet faggot got a little, stiffy pee-pee, didn’t ya, boy?”“Stop, I’m. Standing slightly bent over in her tight police trousers, she made a picture that attracted the attention of any male within eyesight. I would be the first to admit to a fixation on the beautiful female with her heart-shaped bottom and a tongue that would cause an Imam to blush. I approached at an oblique angle not wanting to thrust myself into any watchers point of interest. It seemed innocent enough with two book lovers simply poring over their selections with no connection at all.“I see you. I'm really not certain how many men have fucked me in the past year. It's a lot." She looked up at me. "Timmy I don't know how to tell you all of this. I'm sure you're going to hate me when you find out what I've done." "No Kelly, I know you. You're my best friend." She smiled at me. "I don't believe you could ever do anything that would make me hate you. We have a lot of time. Let's go slowly. Start at the beginning. Tell me about everything that's happened since you started working for. I made sure that every message contained plenty of explicit references to our night of passion, both in terms of what we had done to each other and exactly what the date of the encounter was. Unsurprisingly, Carl was all set for another liaison, with or without his colleague.I have to admit that at times I was sorely tempted. The things those two men had done to my body – and the things it had done all by itself – had been a life changing experience for me. Many times I lay awake in bed.