What the Hell was that about? Maybe he really was gay. Yet, surprising even himself, the nasty homosexual thoughts sexually excited him in a way that he's never been as sexually excited before. All he could think of was nasty, homosexual thoughts, instead of sexually exciting heterosexual ones. All he could think of was being raped by another man in prison. All that he could think of is what two gay men do when having gay, anal sex. Now all that he could think of is that he was a gay man. "Yeah, something like that," said Peter regretting he had called him and wishing he'd stop saying that he fucked him up the ass. "But what? You really weren't comfortable having anal sex with a stranger on a crowded train, especially after discovering that you fucked a man up the ass instead of a woman," said Roberta with another laugh, this time a little louder. Obviously, with Peter having fooled himself long enough and with Robert or Roberta, whatever his or her name was, able to see right through him, there was no fooling him or her. "But what Honey? You're not really gay? Is that it Peter? You expect me to believe you didn't know that I was a man? I look good dressed as a woman Sugar, but even I know that I don't look that good to fool a man who's not gay to fuck me up my ass." "Being that I'm a man, a heterosexual, married man with children, and with you being a man too, I'm uncomfortable having sex with a man but-" Even from the side, especially with her big tits, he'd never think she was a man.
Recalling how she looked standing there wearing a dress, high heels, and with her long, blonde hair cascading down her back, definitely, from behind she looked like a woman, especially when the lights on the train were dim when not out entirely. Thinking that he was drawn to a tall, blonde, beautiful, busty woman on the train, now he wondered if perhaps sub-consciously, he knew that Roberta wasn't a woman but a man. He never thought of himself as a gay man but now confronted by it and putting a name to it, maybe he was.
Yeah, if he was anything at all, he was bisexually curious.Īs if he slapped him across the face or had a bucket of cold water dumped on his head, confronting the reality of what he did with him on a crowded train, the words startled him as well as upset him. How dare he say that? He wasn't gay, not at all, just curious. In the way he said fucking him up the ass, still a bit reluctant over having gay sex, it sounded so gay, too gay to make him want to even continue the conversation never mind the gay act of having anal sex with a man.
Making him feel uncomfortable, Peter nearly hung up the phone when he said, "If you could fuck me up the ass again." "If you could fuck me up the ass again?" Roberta laughed while Peter remained silent on the other end of the line. "I was just wondering Roberta, if I, um, if we could-" "It's not every day that a stranger pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, and fucks me up the ass on a crowded train," he said with a laugh. Peter telephones Robert for anal sex to finish what he started on the train.