They all probed my moist pussy but not one of them explored my back passage. I was relieved, though I thought it a shame I rushed home and went throug...h all that preparation for nothing.The men didn't seem to be in a hurry. In fact, I thought it strange that no one else is getting undressed. None of the men seem anxious to take advantage of the opportunity I present; though they all gave the impression they think I'm eminently fuckable.I thought the reason they're holding back might have finally. She said it was okay. And she suggested we walk as it is about 5 km from there.We started walking. We talked about different things. I didn’t even realize how fast time flew by, and we reached our place. She pointed me to a villa and told me that is her house. She invited me for a cup of tea. I politely said no and walked.She went inside, and I had to walk another 3 km. Suddenly it started to pour again. I had no other choice but to go to her house and wait till the rain stopped.I went back to. Reader discretion is advised ....Well, I guess I really gotta write this, dont I?The doc's insist that writing might be the best way for me to deal withit, and wont let me go until I do, so here goes .....But I am gonna tell it my way.Lets hit the wayback machine back to early October, because that's asclose to the beginning as we probably need to go.Thats when a boy named Tom transferred to Walter Raleigh high school.Tom was ...quiet, shy. An easy target for bullies, who called him "fag"and. ”“I can’t ... I don’t want ... to say.”I sighed, and sipped at my coffee as I tried to work out where to go next. “Lovely coffee, as usual,” I said, in lieu of anything more profound.She glanced up with a slight smile. “It’s the Macchu Picchu you told me about, ages ago.”We sat in silence for several minutes – a tense sort of silence, not a comfortable one. I knew to wait her out. Cruel, perhaps, but probably the only way to get to the bottom of things.“I’m afraid,” she whispered, at last.I.