Suddenly I felt overwhelmed. Randy laid beside me looking me in the eyes. XXX “I know,” I said. I was acting like a fag. “God damn it Tyler!” Randy screamed at my refusal to identify my attacker. He quickly lifted my shirt over my head and then pulled the elastic of my briefs over my hips, (revealing my rigid boyhood), down my thighs and legs until I kicked them off completely. He rejoined me on the floor, loosened my belt and removed my pants. I was determined not to tell. Our tongues danced together as we stretched ourselves out on my bedroom floor. My cock stood at attention; saluting my forgotten embarrassment and fears. I was fearful that he had figured out my secret when I looked again into his eyes
