Brenda was really confused. Her family kept pestering her and telling her she should settle down and start a family. They didn't like her boyfriend at all.
"That Simon seems like a right fag! He's a total weirdo, going around in his bare feet and everything!" admonished Brenda's brother Jim, himself a very talented college athlete.
Her family were also concerned that her nineteen year old brother Jake was a little too effeminate acting. They really didn't need Brenda's techno hippy boyfriend around as a bad influence.
For Christ's sake, Simon was twenty eight years old and he didn't act at all like a man. He needed to grow up! Whatever Brenda saw in him, they could never see.
With her job as a nurse, and going to school at night though, Brenda was under a lot of stress. She was a bag of nerves!
She had now done the unthinkable though . Something she never, ever thought she would do. She had been to see a doctor and had gotten some anti depressants to help her relax. God they helped!
There was a down side to it, it seemed. Because of her use of pills , she just didn't at all feel at ease to scold Simon, who surprisingly to Brenda, had recently started smoking pot.
At first it really bothered her, but now for some reason, it didn't so much.
Somehow, despite everything, Simon's eccentric ways, his unpredictability, his laziness, she still needed him.
Even though she was in no mood for sex at all lately, go figure, with her job, school and taking her meds now. She still somehow felt emotionally drawn to him.
In the little time she was at home though, she just wanted to crash and go to sleep. Life wasn't easy for her. She needed the meds to cope.
Through all of this Simon was off in his own world. He'd finally tried having sex with men. Brenda knew absolutely nothing about it.
He'd sucked the cock of mutual friend Miguel. He'd gotten fucked by a butch fag down town, and now Simon was developing an appetite for gay sex. It was all he could think about.
His mind was becoming good and dirty. He liked that.
Like any other day, with Brenda at work, Simon woke up late in the afternoon. He took a few hits from his pot pipe. He then slowly got dressed.
He put on some vintage hippie bell bottom cotton pants. They were blue and white striped. They hugged his ample cock and balls and voluptuous ass cheeks. The kind of ass any gay man would drool over.
He boldly put on a ripped fish net top. One of Brenda's own, that showed his enticing fem boy tits.
He added a few colorful bracelets and wrist bands, picked up his shoulder bag and went out.
He walked like an air headed slut, and thought about nothing but sex.
His cock and balls were enraged and his ass tingled with eager anticipation.
He felt like he'd submit to anyone so very easily. He was eager to talk with anybody about cock!
The afternoon sun was shining on him just so lovely, and of course, he absolutely just hated wearing shoes! Going barefoot was such a feel good feeling that so very, very much appealed to him. Indeed it felt sexy, so why shouldn't he go barefoot?
Horny as fuck, pleasantly stoned on the pot, he made his way across a parking lot, through a park, across some tarmac and into a cool long Beach shopping mall. The cool tile floor felt precious under his bare soles.
A bulky black security guard eyed him suspiciously. Simon's cock got even harder. His ass jiggled from side to side subconsciously.
He'd started to do a slut walk. He was more than game now. Simon wanted gay sex. Sex with men. He wanted to get fucked.
Here in the shopping mall today, he was going to get his hair done. As always he had Brenda's credit card. She paid for everything, so what did he care?
Nervously Simon made his way past shoppers and walked inside the hairdressers.
Simon had guessed that most hair dressers were gay, and this one that now approached him looked decidedly so. Simon's eyes blazed with sexual excitement.
"Hi. How may I help you?" he asked Simon in a soft voice.
He was about forty years old with crystal piercing blue eyes, and blonde dyed spiked hair.
To Simon's pleasure he wore tight, faded, flared designer jeans, a super low rise on his sexy hips. A maroon tight sleeveless halter top served his upper torso well, and my God, what an ass he had! Simon was melting.
"C'mon sweetie relax! My names Corbey!" He said.
Corbey took Simon by the hand and helped him into a barber's chair.
"You're a cutie alright babe," Corbey enthused, rubbing his slender fingers along Simon's aproned shoulder.
"I hope you don't mind if I smoke, most hairdressers do for some reason!" he laughed, excusing himself. Simon blushed and felt his heat rising even more.
"No, I don't mind if you smoke," said Simon softly, as the thought flashed through his mind that maybe he should try smoking. When offered one though, he somehow decided he wouldn't.
God, Corbey was turning Simon on though. Getting him hot! Simon wanted to squirm in his chair.
When he had a hand free, Corbey stroked Simon's neck area, and Simon could hear him breathing so soft and sexily, while his hair was being styled.
When he smoked, Simon could see him in the mirror, his thick luscious lips pursed as he exhaled. He held his cigarette and smoked it like a very, very sultry women. It enthralled Simon.
When Simon's hair was done, it was amazing! It still flowed past his shoulders, but was now dyed black and had been straightened.
He had a thin purple streak down his left side, and a yellow streak down his right.
"It looks so cool! Maybe I should get some piercing done!" Simon exclaimed, now standing up.
Corbey walked over to him.
