The news of my sexual orientation spread like wildfire and I finally got used the whispers, stares, and gesturing heads in the pub. There were a few m...ale individuals who took an enormous strain with me and they would always avoid me. I was, nevertheless, continually amused by females, seeking fashion and decorating tips from me.As time passed, I became completely immune to these inconsequential reactions. In the words of the famous playwright, Edward Albee, ‘the small wars and major anxieties’. Just based on the objective facts, Sue seemed more excited about the situation with Brandon than she’d been with Francis. And she’d been pretty damned excited about her two night-outs with Francis and the weekend we spent with him.It was only Sunday night when we’d made the arrangement to meet Brandon. Yet somehow at short notice, Sue had managed to swap her afternoon shift so she could visit the salon to get her hair done and assorted other beauty treatments applied.She was clearly going all. Then my very first anal orgasm struck. It was mind blowing, it was excruciating, it was agonizing, and it was exhausting.I must have passed out from the extreme pleasure because when I awoke his filthy dirty cock was in my mouth. He was holding the back of my head so all I could do was clean it off just as I had when it came out of my cunt. I would have normally used the word pussy or vagina but at that moment cunt seemed more appropriate. After all I was his five hundred dollar whore, wasn’t. Devouring the sketches got me feeling warm again. Is that what “The man” was going to do? All Sunday it felt warm and wet between my legs. I could not wait to showers and feel myself again. When I did, I almost fell down in the shower from the intensity of the feeling. Is this what they called masturbation? Have I been masturbating? Is this what the older girls talked about when they thought no one was listening? CHAPTER 2That night while showering I sat on the ledge and washed myself.