Give this kid a hundred bucks.” Davy nodded at a teenager standing outside the 1948 Ford pickup. “You’re following us up the mountain ... so let...’s get cracking.”“I need a pee and I’m with you.” I said. I opened the door of the van and jarred the living daylights out of my ankle stepping out.“Fuck! That smarts.”“Hairy said you’d hurt yourself at the shoot. Lean on me ... we’ll get you to the barn.”Davy helped me to the john in the barn ... I did my business and he helped me back to the van.We. I was so much surprised when I got a reply from her in a few seconds after I sent my message. She was online and it seemed interested to talk to me. I started a normal conversation with her by asking about her life, hobbies and other usual things, while in the same time I started to jerk off like crazy as I was watching her pictures on her profile. She had a picture in a bikini and that was too much to handle…… I just couldn’t stop myself. After I came just imagining her giving me a blowjob, I. I'd never felt this way before, never experienced these feelings that were now rushing through my body like wildfire. I'd never felt so much as a second of attraction to another woman. But now here I was, utterly transfixed by my best friend's slowly writhing, endlessly compelling feet. What was happening to me?I reached forward, unable to resist despite my token protest. My heart was hammering, my head was swimming, the periphery of my vision became blurred until only her soles and toes stood. She looked at the open First Aid Kit suddenly embarrassed and finally said, “Are you...?” She could not say ‘homosexual’ — which would be funny if not given the current situation.“No.” I wasn’t — of that I am sure.She visibly relaxed, her breath coming out in a long stress-releasing exhale.My face was as good as it was going to get — as only time will heal the remaining wounds. Mom was tidying up the kit, “How did these boys get the idea that you... well... ?”“‘Gay’ mom?” She nodded, still not.