Having opened the door slightly during my later years at school and my attempt to experiment, I ended up being bullied for being bicurious.I had indul...ged in the occasional fondle and wank session, in my final year of school but wanted more.That wanting more sudden got me the attention I did not want, the school bullies.Since school and since no one I wanted to know what made me tick, I was always scared someone I knew would find out that “Gregory loved the cock”.For eighteen months I passed by. "Fuck me James, fuck me hard!"*****I didn't know why I said James to fuck me; I didn't know why I followedhim; I didn't know why I let him undress me. It all was in a fog likeit is not real like it is happening not to me. James put my naked bodyon the bed and positioned himself between my legs."Safety first, baby," he said smiling and started to open up a condom.The reality of what is going to happen started to down on me. The bigmuscular guy was about to do exactly what I asked him to do. He. He removed his hands immediately.He apologized as he was scared of my driving. I said to catch my hips if he was scared with a calm voice. He caught my hips but not as groping. I asked him to hold me properly so that he won’t fall. I guess he was confused because his grip never increased.I stopped the scooty. I told him that it’s ok to hold the hips in public but not touching the private parts with a naughty smile. He got my point this time and held my hips full, his full grip. Now I can feel. It was a soft, insistent knock that sounded vaguely feminine. I rushed to the door, sending cats one and two, at first, into a blind panic and, afterward, into hiding under the futon. Cat number three, having moved out, did not get involved.I swung the door open, and to my bitter disappointment there were not five naked women with beer and pork rinds. I wouldn't have complained if there were five naked women without either beer or pork rinds. Those particular five women, however, were also not.