Can you fucking believe it?Anyhow, Mike said he would be willing to drive me as long as we stopped off at a couple of bars along the way.Hell yes, and... off we went.Usually, a studly guy like Mike is just what this girl needs to spice up a long trip. Kind of cute in a rugged, pervert sort of way, if you know what I mean.Must say, fooling around with that big boy did cross my mind once or twice, but I just couldn't fit him this trip.No, not today.I've got to come up with a killer plan to turn the. This man peaked Anas interested. They talked for over three hours before he placed his lips upon hers. They both devoured each other, eager and hot, their tongues explored each others mouths. Her hands were on his shoulders, pressing him closer to her. Before things got even more heated they left the crowded club. Once they were in the street, they whispered their addresses to one another, figuring that Ana was only four blocks away, decided to walk there. Every block proved more difficult than. But I'm getting ahead of myself.Anyhow, I'm a pretty shy guy. I'm very sure I'm gay (or at least bi). I went out with girls in high school and we kissed some, but I never really had the desire to do more. A girl's body just doesn't turn me on like a guy's. I haven't really done anything with guys. I've chatted some with gays online and have been very tempted, but I'm still closeted. I'd just as soon my friends didn't know I was gay right now. I've got too much in the way of studies and other. Except nothing had been normal in their lives in a very long time. As if sensing his gaze, Jill looked up at him. She fidgeted with the cloth, wringing it between her fingers nervously. ‘I really am sorry about all the mess. I tend to make a bit of a mess when I cook. And it is just that I cook when I think,’ she chuckled. ‘To be honest, I cook when I’m happy. I cook when I’m mad. I cook when I worry. I guess I just cook,’ she explained nervously as she turned back to the counter wiping and.