My dream was realized when Marc moved behind me and pushed my torso downward. With my hands anchoring me on the wooden slats, Marc prepared for his en...ry with copious amounts of spit. Shortly, Marc began his excavation.Uncomfortable as it was, the mental stimulation that overcame me negated my discomfort. I smiled through the pain thinking that I would forever remember this moment. Not long after, with Marc holding still in my butt I glanced backward and saw Josh moving in behind him. As Marc’s. If you do a good job on this then I will give you the bonus we spoke of." Yes Sir," he replied. "I will make sure she is safe."Mike laughed and said "It is a piece of art but I often refer to her as 'she' myself. Let me make sure everything is running right and then we can start the show."He stepped over the ropes and walked up to me. He ran his hand over my breast, "My treasure," he whispered. Then he walked around the back and said, "Time to start the pump." I felt a pulse of water in my. When we arrived back in town, his father had left many messages for both of us. When my nephew finally called him back, he simply said that we had bad reception where we were, even if the reality was that the reception was fine; it’d just be hard to talk if one of us had a cock in our mouths. Literally, every moment in between us where we weren’t sucking each other off or fucking was now filled with thoughts of doing just that. I couldn’t even have a meal with my nephew now without imagining. I’m not some exotic species. I’m not that unusual. I’m a human being. Now, I’ve never exactly been closeted. My parents have known that I was queer before I even came close to figuring it out myself. And they’re okay with it, for the most part. I don’t hide my gayness from family or friends. However, I don’t broadcast it either. Being so exposed made me feel uncomfortable. The other girls on the cheerleading squad expressed discomfort about sharing a locker room with a ‘Black dyke’. And they.