The July heat would find our crew at the Jolly Roger, with me getting soused on cheap red wine. The rest of the gang – all guys - drank Budweiser.Bi...g Dick Morris was just about the handsomest man I'd ever met. Well, sure I had a major crush on him. He was tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. In fact, one of the guys let it be known that Big Dick had done some serious modeling for a well known men's fashion designer and abruptly quit when two many people (read gays) came onto him. I should also. That’s because what most people don’t know is that I’m gay. I never told anyone that I was gay and it really bothered me. And what bothered me even more is that my crush was also my best friend. I couldn’t stand having to hide my feelings from him. It was the only secret I couldn’t bear to tell him. I was afraid that it would ruin our friendship that I needed very much. As corny as it sounds Chase was the one that was always there for me. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.. Undeterred, pimple-face continues. “Seriously, man. You should go on that Evil Twins Look-A-Like show. The one on ABC? You’d kill it. That scars are wicked. Like Murdoc in MacGyver. But maybe grow the hair out and get one of those Trans Ams and…”Untethered by fatigue and frustration, I snap. I yank pimple-faced, nametag Steve, forward by his clip-on tie.“Listen here, fuckface,” I growl. “The nineties are bad enough. I’m not in the mood for your pop-culture regurgitation. Now here, take this,” I. Aunty said, “Rahul get dressed and then I will prepare something for you to eat.” I replied, “No aunty it’s ok. I am not hungry anymore.” Aunty asked, “Why? What happened?”I replied, “Just now I ate your pussy so my hunger is gone now. It was a delicious meal.” Aunty smiled naughtily and said, “Shut up and get dressed.” I laughed out loud and quickly wore my clothes. Aunty had already worn her blouse and petticoat and was wearing her saree.Just in front of her feet, her wet panties were lying..