The only thing that had troubled me during those years was the fact that I was gay. The fact that I was gay didn't trouble me, but the fact that I was...into older men was what made it harder to get into a relationship with someone.My definition to this day of my perfect man is someone from 35 to 50 years of age, white, somewhat tanned, good amount of hair, and an athletic build while looking like a daddy bear. Check out the pictures on my profile for a visual aid!Back to the story... My school. I was a chubby fellow for most of my life, always had troublegetting rid of fat but I lost over 20 years worth of bodily harm inseconds. I don't know where the fat was going but it was disappearing. Itfelt disgusting, like a thousand straws were drinking my fat away. Iclutched at my evaporating bulge, trying to save what I had beendesperate to lose for years. By the time it was through I was trim,taught, terrific and absolutely terrified. For the second time that day Iscreamed.My second scream. Harder...faster...I thrust as she cries out "I'mmm Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"her body goes limp and I let her slide off my cock falling into a heapgiving no quarter I grab her hips and lift her ass upspreading her ass cheeks apart I place my cock at the opening to her other love hole"Now I'm going to fuck you like the slut whore that you are!"thrusting forward I jam my cock into her assa loud cry from her causes me to reach down and grab a fist full of her lovely hairviciously I yank back on her hair. I am just your oasis.’ Amber looked at me in a very intense way. ‘Is that what you think?’ she asked. I was completely out of my league. I didn’t understand women at all and mothers were even farther out there. I folded into myself, trying to devise an answer that made sense. I gave up and told her what I knew. ‘I love you,’ I replied, ‘I’m just not worthy of you.’ That was as close as I could get. There was no way to explain the obvious to someone who didn’t understand. Amber was silent as.