“I’m gay. That’s just how it is. I’m tired of pretending to be something that I’m not. I’m gay as fuck. So, yeah, Warren and I just ... to...ok each other’s homo cherries. Well, strictly speaking, I took his anal one. I Topped. He bottomed and rather well at that, for a virgin. Oh, and Warren, babe, feel free to return the favor. I’m vers. Are you?” Chase offered me right in front of Christine.“Yep, I am, as it happens,” I agreed while grabbing his buns for a moment.“YES!” Chase exclaimed before. “I know,” I said. “I wanted to hate her. The kittens seemed to like her.”“Everybody but Murray.”About the cats:When JW and the throng started ‘looking’ at the bus, the fleet of kittens and mom fled the shelter and shade and scurried to the dumpster. Tyche could see Murray push the Wesco store doors open. He ran to the bus yowled and thumped the hood a good one. A sixth kitten ran over to safety as JW cranked the semi-diesel four cylinder engine of the converted WW2 Swedish Army Volvo. It was so full that at first we could not even get past the front door. there was an Oompah band blaring from the far end of the hall and the whole crowd was singing enthusiastically.Big buxom German girls brought large steins of beer and I began to feel the effect. The beer was delicious but I was not used to it and the effect was warm and dizzying.Dancing was a matter of rubbing against your partner while the other dancers squeezed around you on all sides. The whole place was jumping. I reach down to verify his story,and find that it feels just like when I touch a girl's parts. Only now Ican experience it from both sides."Can I...um, get pregnant," I ask anxious that maybe I've made a baddecision."I don't think so. If you can, then I'm in big trouble," his joke isn'tvery funny, but maybe he wasn't joking.As the night progressed, we made love over and over again. At one pointwe were watching television resting from the marathon, and I caught sightof his penis lying across.