PROLOGUE
"Hey, sexy, how ya doin'?" Karen, a sultry brunette, asked Tommy as he walked by her poolside chaise lounge.
Tommy was breathing heavily from his session in the weight room; his sculpted chest was heaving and glistening with sweat.
What a waste, she thought as she gazed at his hard, flat belly, six-pack abs, and ruggedly handsome face.
Men like Tommy were few and far between, and for the hundredth time, she cursed her bad luck that he is gay. Her fantasies of being held in his strong arms while he thrust his manhood in-and-out of her wet pussy would go unfulfilled.
"Hey, Doc, you getting any?" he asked Karen, flashing her a wide smile and a glimpse of his perfect, white teeth.
"Around here?" she said with raised eyebrows. "I'd have better luck in a convent!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean...it's been awhile for me, too," he commiserated.
"Well, if you hadn't turned Billy into such a pansy-ass, you'd probably still be interested in him," she said.
Tommy laughed then said, "Yeah, I may have gone a little over-the-top with him."
"A LITTLE, over-the-top?" she said chuckling. "You had him parading thru the pool area here, in front of everyone, wearing nothing but a white jockstrap and making him swing his hips like a girl---I gotta admit, it was entertaining, and he did have a nice, shapely butt!"
"Yeah, I really miss pounding that sweet ass of his..." he said with a wide smile.
"Too-much-information, Tommy!" smiled the beautiful woman.
"I don't know what it is, Karen...we're both in our mid-thirties now---is it possible we're looking for something more serious than just getting our rocks off?" he asked.
"Bite your tongue!" she said and broke into laughter. "Well...I have to admit, remember Jenny the cute blonde who lived next to me? [he nodded]...I liked her---I wanted to get close with her...I mean, you know I swing both ways, Tommy, and she got to me---I actually pictured myself in a 'relationship' with her, but...you know...she didn't believe in the girl-on-girl thing...."
"Too bad, she was hot...I guess she never heard about our complexes reputation...what about the new kid who moved into her place? He's a little young, but he's damn pretty! Have you tried to seduce him yet?"
Karen smiled and said in a half-whisper, "Yes, I want to talk to you about him---he may be more your style than mine."
"Oh really?" replied Tommy, his blue-eyes lighting up.
"Yeah, not here though---all these faggots and dykes are too nosy—I've heard them talking about him---they all want a piece of the 'fresh meat'---c'mon, let's go to my place!" she said then stood and led Tommy into the apartment building.
Tommy sat at the kitchen table and watched Karen retrieve two bottles of water from the frig. She's got a fine, fine body, he thought, and she's still beautiful, even at her age...it's amazing she's alone right now...I wonder if her ass is virgin?
Karen spoke: "The pretty boy's name is John and he's from up north---some state like Wisconsin or Minnesota---one of those places...he's been here a month---he makes minimum wage at a liquor store---outside of me, he hasn't made any friends, and it seems to me his only hobbies are drinking and shooting pool in the rec room...he's pretty much a loner, and...I have a strong suspicion he's gay...he's a closet queen, Tommy!"
"The boy's as cute as they come---I've had my eyes on him---he DOES get my dick hard!" chuckled Tommy.
"Again, Tommy---TMI!" she said with a smile, immediately picturing what Tommy's hard dick must look like.
"He doesn't act like a twink, and he's not overly effeminate---what makes you think he's gay?" asked Tommy.
"It's more of hunch than anything," she replied. "You're right---I went after him once we got to know each other at the pool...the kid is bright and funny---he's interesting to talk with for a twenty-one-year old...a little naïve, but very eager to please---maybe too eager---he does have a strong submissive side."
"Ohhh, just the way I like 'em!" said Tommy.
"I know, that's why I thought he might be perfect for you!" she said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't make him gay---maybe he wants a dominant woman---is there anything else to go on here, Doc?" he asked.
"Well, a couple nights ago he was at my place---we were on the sofa fooling around...he's a helluva kisser---very good---made me hot and wet---"
"Now who's giving too-much-information?" chuckled Tommy.
"Yes, anyway, he wasn't moving along as quickly as I wanted---he's shy, and I doubt he has much experience with girls, so I decided it was up to me to be the aggressor...I'm caressing his chest and thighs and I notice a very small bulge in his jeans...well, he IS a small-boned boy with small hands and feet so I already figured his dick would be small, too---I didn't care---I was so horny, if I couldn't get-off on his cock, I'd have him use his hands and mouth!"
Tommy smiled and nodded his head in approval.
"Well, I get his shirt off and WOW---he has the most amazing nipples---I've never seen such long and thick nipples on a guy before---and I swear---his aureola's are puffed-out, too---he could actually fit into 32-A brassiere! Anyway, his tits have me out of my mind and I start peeling off my clothes...his eyes get as wide as saucers when he sees me in my underwear, and when I sit on his lap he can't keep his hands off me---well, not me, but my bra and panties!"
"Well, you do wear sexy underwear, Doc," said Tommy.
"Yes, I know, but he was more interested in my bra and panties than what was beneath them---he never attempted to strip me---he was perfectly happy running his hands over the material---especially the panties---he LOVED stroking my panties...anyway, I saw how much the material turned him on so I thought I'd play along with him...I pressed my hand on the bulge in his jeans, leaned in close, exhaled hot air in his ear and whispered, 'Would you like to wear my panties, Sweetie?'...and HOLY CRAP---his body starts shaking and bucking and he begins shooting his load inside his jeans---I mean, this kid is a definite panty-freak!"
"Sure sounds like he is, Doc, but, you're the psychologist, you know having a panty-fetish doesn't make him gay...I don't know a single gay man who is into cross-dressing, oh, a guy may force his boy to wear women's underwear, but it's more of an issue of control..."
"Oh, I understand all that...what about Pauly—remember your boy, Pauley?" asked Karen.
"Doc, I made him wear panties because it embarrassed the hell out of him---not because he liked it!" explained Tommy.
Karen smiled then laughed. "He REALLY hated it when you brought him to our get-togethers wearing only panties---I've never seen anyone whose face could stay beet-red for three-hours!"
