“An alarm sounded inside and the bright lights illuminated the room preventing my spyholes from being seen. If I was inside, I could look to see wha...t triggered the alarms and if it was an enemy, there are various ways to get rid of them down here. Since I’m not inside, I need to key in my password.”The next chamber was a kind of security room. Wayne looked at the spyhole, a series of optics and mirrors that showed the view of the room from different angles.“Beam me up, Scotty,” he said under. Corey grabbed at my arm."Don't touch me!" Corey leave him alone for now, it's not your fault, go play in my room and don't let mom near this one." It not your fault Corey," I mimicked angrily, "it's all mine." No it's not, it was a misunderstanding, it's nobody's fault." Camryn was pleading with me. "Corey, just go to my room and wait, I'll fix everything." You can't just fix me; I'm not your toy."Camryn's face was about to pop in tears. "Please Corey." Corey obeyed leaving the room with her. I have a very good friend who's gay. We go to bars together and he's always teasing me about what I'm missing by being straight. Gay bars are exciting. It's lovely to have a man make a pass at me or see someone looking me over. At my age, I qualify as a "bear".We were walking back to his place one evening, after many beers at a bar featuring male strippers with cocks on steroids and he asked me if I'd ever had a gay experience. I didn't tell him about the gay and tranny porn I often stroked. Panties, bras, garter and suspender belts, basques, camisoles, slips and petticoats, all tossed carelessly about. I wasn't sure what many of the items were or how they were worn but I was soon to learn."Come on now, and get your bikini off. I've selected a few things for you to try on." I'm kind of shy Uncle Charles," I said."No need to be, we're both men after all. I'll take my thong off as well so we'll both be the same. Ok?"Resigning myself to further blushes I pulled the strings and let my.