"Please pick something else." Arms up, and shush! I told you the choices, so would you rather wear thewrap dress?" said his mother, lifting his arms."...o, and don't even say that," grumbled Hunter. "I'm not wearing afreaking dress." Then I won't, and it would only look ridiculous if you pair it with thewrong top," said his mother, dropping something down his arms. "But thatmy dear won't happen since I picked this outfit myself, so if you stopwhining for one second, I'm sure this will be fine on. The problem was, if a couple homophobic renegades decided to act out, the others wouldn’t likely intercede. While the risk of bodily injury was minimal, it wasn’t unrealistic either.He wasn’t sure what might or wouldn’t happen, but one thing was certain, his curiosity would drive him forward. He’d never been one to avoid a fight. He knew enough to evade them, but wanted to know who were still his friends, and who wanted nothing to do with him.With a little trepidation, Taylor entered the locker. I watched as my engorged cock was pounding into her tender, unadjusted body and causing her a good deal of pain. I could feel my cockhead trying to turn the normal path inside her rectum towards her head, but I kept pushing towards her belly, not making the adjustment. I watched mesmerized as my dick disappeared between her cheeks and into her unseen anus. It wasn’t Erica’s fault that my life was one of loneliness and regret, she was the brightest thing to come along in years. As awkward as it. My light blue stonewashed Levis had a dark patch on front growing by the minute. “Yes!” I said sadly.“That’s so sweet!” she said, “I just love it when Johns cum in their pants!” She stepped away from the chair and took a tea towel from the line across the front of the kitchen stove, “Let me clean you up,” she suggested as she undid my belt and zipper.My empty cock tried to stiffen at her touch but I was spent. She expertly milked the last bit of cum from under my foreskin and wiped my belly.