I was scared I had messed up or something. “Scared to touch my ass, huh?” “Huh?” “I know you fucking want to grab it. You look at my ass mo...e than anybody else I know.” That was somewhat true, especially when she wore sweatpants like she was right now, it was almost impossible not to look. It was something that you just felt like you’d have to touch. It wasn’t enormous, but she was skinny enough to make it look great on her. My hands moved down to her ass slowly. I felt the soft fabric of. ‘ ‘Really? So tell me, what have you learned about me? ‘ She leaned on the table, putting her elbows up and resting her chin on her hands and smiled at him. ‘Well, you have an ex whose car is sitting in my driveway, and whom you hate and who likes to hit you, who now also believes I’m fucking you. The girlfriend of a good friend, also happens to be you’re ex’s mistress. You are putting a major deal together. I also learned that I more or less work for the woman I’ve been pursuing. She even owns. I mean, I'm glad you're not going toflunk out of school, but yeah man, I didn't know you'd take it thisseriously."Travis thought about it. "I'll get my shit done tonight and throw backwith you guys tomorrow. You're right, man. I can have a good time oncein a while." You know where to find us, bro. But I'll believe it when I see it,"said Jonas, seemingly disinterested again.They didn't speak the rest of the lecture. Travis sat there totallyunable to pay attention to the lecture. He was. No, I'm not gay,and yes, I hated the nightmare I had fallen into. But in that verysecond, when my man had cum, and when I had, was perfect. I underestoodthe joy, the closeness that gay men feel.Oh, when it was over, I felt shame. I felt I had been raped. But in theafterglow, if you knew butt-fucking was inevitable, it wasn't bad.Buck had been a college football player, it turns out. A defensive end atEastern Michigan. Then he had gotten into a fight, and he had hurt theother guy. Being black,.