" I want you so bad... Sarah," he moaned into my ear softly.The sound of his voice alone sent chills through out my entire body. Then he took my hand ...nd placed it back on the bulge that was now moving all by itself in his pants. I loved they way he made me feel. He wanted me and it felt good to be wanted like that. Unlike the white guys I have dated before, Malik was passionate. He moved and talked slowly. Billy, the last guy I dated was always in a rush, I always regretted losing my virginity. I went round the back and knocked again, no answer. Odd I thought, so I had a cigarette, then knocked again, no answer. I thought I heard a noise so I looked through their front window and I saw this old chubby woman, with her left hand on her breast and her right hand in her knickers, wanking on the sofa.I watched for a couple of minutes and felt myself getting erect. I tapped on the window, and she jumped up looking very sheepish, I went round to the side door, knocked, and she opened it all. ..But then they got worse. Todd wasn't kissing him, he was yanking a redwig off his head, and then when he realized his horror, he lunged at Jonfor tricking him. Others followed, same set-up, Todd kissing him, butthen there were people walking by with invisible faces and they werelaughing, calling him a fag or a sissy queer for kissing another man.Jon awoke and saw the red LED on his alarm clock. It was only just past6 a.m. He groaned and rolled onto his back and pushed aside the long redhair. And maybe not a little bit paranoid. Like everyone would see this girl too needy for her own good. Who masturbated and felt incredibly exposed because of it. Guilty because I didn’t want them to know my secret, but somehow they knew. Looking at me. Even smelling me. My not so secret shame.“And I was omnivorous in my wanting. Whether it was the prettiest girl or the hottest guy. I wanted to touch and be touched. Craved something besides my own fingers on me. But of course I realized the fantasy.