I never understood it but this is how I was raised. Hand me down dresses and blouses was what I always wore. School was horrible and the guys fought ...me all the time. I had to defend myself all the time. Then one day I stopped school and my s****rs taught me at home. I finally graduated from high school. I dated here and there but I was always attracted to guys. One day I met a guy and he was wonderful. He was exciting and on a date we ended up his parents home while they were out of town.. “Yes,” came the tinny response from the intercom.“Yes, Claire, it’s me. Any chance you’d have time for a little talk?” I said.“Jimmy? What? I mean of course,” she said. I could almost see her frown ten floors up.“Good, I’ll be right up,” I said.“Okay, I’ll buzz you in,” she said.I skittered over to the elevator. She’d hit the buzzer and it opened just as I got to it. It opened, I skittered inside.The ride up seemed kinda slow, but I did get there. The doors opened and she was there waiting for. I knew he must have been feeling that guy up, but I pretended not to notice and kept walking.Once we were both in the mens room, I went to the urinal and started pissing and my new friend was next to me doing the same. I looked out the corner of my eye and noticed he was looking down at my dick, a lot more than looking where he was pissing..LOL!That's when I realized I had gone into a gay bar, or at least a bar where anything goes. I finished and zipped up, washed my hands and he did the same.. Your suckling intensifies again as your hips gentle buck up against my hand. The way you suck on me, it’s like there’s some secret cord straight to my clit. I know I’m getting excited and you can hear it as my breath becomes more rapid. There was never any doubt I was going to do this and my hand begins to move. Enveloping you my touch is met with instant twitching and pulsing. Your hips rock gently in my hands as your need increases. “I’m a good boy aren’t I?” You begin to ask as you become.