“Is that OK?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“You’re shy, aren’t you?”
“Yes. “Is that OK?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“You’re shy, aren’t you?”
“Yes. A steady stream of fluid, dribbling out of me and onto my belly as he fucked me, fucked me, fucked me. I reached up and allowed my fingers to touch another man’s erect penis. The kind that most turned me on when I looked at my gay magazines. “Is that OK?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“You’re shy, aren’t you?”
“Yes. My legs still wide apart. Some just posing, some engaged in sex acts with others. I enjoyed it even as I felt shame for being such a deviant. I stood there. I understood why some men like to be fucked, then. I have cum into his mouth many times. Sucking off a man. This was so much better than my dildo. I wanted to feel a man’s mouth on mine. It was just the beginning. I looked at, admired, lusted for females. Where I’d been… He climbed between. The intense feelings that emanated from my ring made my orgasm stronger than I had ever felt. Which I did, pretty much every time. “Touch it. He broke off after a while and whispered into my ear. We usually chatted now, as he bagged up my purchases. This was the first time I had ever fingered myself. It took a while before I was able
