By Tim Mead
Bailey got up and moved to his computer chair. Thinking this might take a while, Justin sat in his own chair and faced Bailey.
"You remember when I was out all night? The night of the party?"
"I knew it had something to do with that night," Bailey muttered.
"Yeah, well." Justin gripped the arms of the chair. How could he admit this to anybody, much less a straight guy? Bailey didn't pressure him. He sat there with a concerned look on his face, waiting. "Okay, first of all, I got hammered that night."
With the slightest of smiles, Bailey said, "No shit."
"But I think maybe somebody put something in my drink. Uh, drinks."
Bailey waited, continuing to look concerned.
"I can't remember what happened after Harry left. I think I could have been raped."
Bailey's face registered first surprise and then anger. "God, Jus, no wonder you've black nymphet child portal been upset! Have you been to the police?"
"Why nymphets galeries the fuck not? Jesus, who did it?"
"Like I said, I can't remember what happened." He paused and swallowed. "Damn, this is hard!"
"I know it has to be. Just take your cp jpg bd nymphet time and tell it any way that's easiest for you. I'll try not to interrupt, but I nymphet hard . . . ." He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. "Sorry. Go ahead, please."
Justin was sideways to Bailey, looking at the dark screen of his computer. He gripped the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white. sex sexy nymphet fashion
"This next bit is nymphet pic
one top wildnymphets of the reasons I haven't told anybody. When I woke up the next morning, I was naked free nymphet links on the floor in the living room. There was a guy I didn't recognize on the sofa, Blake and another guy in his bed, and Kevin Peavy in another bedroom. There were six or seven of us, I think, when we were ready to play cards. Oh, I forgot to tell you, after all the others, including Hal, er, Harry left, we were going to play some version of strip poker. Peavy explained to me later that it wasn't poker at all, just a kind of draw thing where somebody winds up losing a piece of his clothes after each round. Loser has to do what the winner tells him to, no matter what."
Bailey didn't look happy, but he remained quiet.
"Harry didn't like the sound of that, so he left. I thought it could be fun. My first orgy." He got up, went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. "You want one?"
"No, I'm good, thanks."
Justin uncapped the nymphets get fucked bottle, took a long drink, and sat again.
"Well, anyway, when I woke up that morning I didn't just have a headache from all the booze. I could tell from other pain . . . ." He paused, remembering that he was talking to a straight guy, and blushed. "Um, I knew that I'd had oral and anal sex – a lot of it."
"So they got you drunk, put something like a roofie in your drink, and then raped you? The bastards. Where does Alexander live? I'm going hot nymphets pussy to his house nymphets lsm and beat the shit out of him and his house mate. And maybe Peavy, too. Sons of bitches!"
Justin was startled to see the usually unflappable Bailey react so angrily.
"Whoa, man! The thing is, see, I don't know that's what happened. Harry said before he left that he'd heard someone saying he and I were the evening's entertainment. That was his main reason for leaving. He also said when he dumped me that sex is a private thing. Looking back on it, I kind of think he was right." He scratched his shoulder. "Where was I?"
"You were saying it might not have been rape."
"Oh, yeah. Peavy says I was having a good time, that there wasn't anything like rape going on."
"Well, he would say online nymphets cams that if he was involved in a gang rape, wouldn't he?"
Justin stared out the window. It was beginning to snow. He shivered.
"Yeah, I suppose he would, but there's something else. Something that happened before school started." He took another drink of water as Bailey waited, sitting quietly, searching Justin's eyes.
"I may be telling you more than you want to know."
"I don't want to alt binaries nymphets pry, bro. But you know I care about you, and you need to get this all out, don't you?"
"Yeah. And I know I can trust you not to tell anybody. Even Brody, right?"
Bailey sighed. japanese teen nymphet
"I'm sorry about that. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I promise, I won't tell a soul. Scout's honor."
"Thanks, man." Justin put down the water, took the blanket from his bed and wrapped it around his shoulders. "All summer I had a kind of thing with this guy I worked with, Todd. He was smart, sexy, fun. But we both knew it was just a summer relationship, we were fuck buddies, and nothing more."
Bailey looked pained for a elweb bbs nymphets moment, but he quickly made his face expressionless.
"Well, just before he left to go to Kenyon – he's a soccer player and had to go early for practice – he said something that's fucked with my head ever since. He made this . . . no, forget that. That's not important. He told me that he thought I was like a nude nymphets total bottom nymphet dark shy
and a slut, too."
"I think I know what bottom means, Jus. But what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. If a fashion little nymphets guy's a dedicated bottom, that's okay. But I never thought I was. You sure you want to hear this?"
"How else am I going to understand? Go ahead. Please."
"Okay. Todd said I was not just a bottom, but a needy one, that I'd do anything to get something up my ass. I'm sorry, but you wanted to know about all this."
"Man, don't worry! Just tell me."
"The point is, I don't think I'm an exclusive bottom. And until the night of the party I'd never had sex nymphets galleries bbs with more than one guy at a time. And I haven't had all that many sex partners in russian porn nymphets kids
my life, either. What I'm trying to say is that I can't be completely sure what happened at Blake's wasn't voluntary on my part. And that would mean Todd's right about me, wouldn't it? And what Peavy says seems to support what japanese nymphet pussy Todd said."
"Wait a nude tiny nymphet
minute, Jus. You've never had sex with more prettens nude nymphets than one preschool nymphets models person at a time, you said?"
"Right. At least until that night."
"And if those guys drugged illegal pics nymphet model you, as it's pretty clear they did, they'd also lie young nymphet russian about what happened, wouldn't they?"
"Sure. That's what I've been thinking about most of the time. If I accused them of raping me, to protect their own asses they'd all claim I was lying. So there's no point in going to the cops. Besides, there's just the possibility that with my petite nymphets bbs inhibitions lowered because of the booze I really got into what was going on. Maybe the real me came out that ls magazine nymphets virgins
night. That's as scary as thinking I was raped."
Bailey sat quietly for a while. Justin watched his face, wondering whether he'd lost his friend, whether he'd have to move out of the room. Bailey's fists clenched. His face darkened.
"By God, I'll go find Alexander or that wimp Peavy and when I get through with them they'll tell me what happened that night." He found his shoes and started to put them on.
"No. No, Bailey, you can't do that! I don't want you getting expelled or arrested for my sake! It's not porno nymphets your problem, it's mine."
"Justin, you're my roomie. My friend. It just tears at my gut to think they did this to you."
Justin was dizzy with relief when he heard Bailey say super cute nymphet
those words. But he was also concerned. "But don't you see, here's the Catch 22. They may be telling the truth. And if they aren't, they will all stick nymphettes rumanian together and claim I'm lying. It's a no win situation. free nymphet top
Besides, like I said, maybe Kevin's right. Maybe I was like a pig pubescent nymphet links
in slop, happy to take it at both ends."
Bailey winced, but he dropped the shoe he was about to put on. He stared at nymphets underage lola the fallen shoe as if it were fascinating. Then he sighed, looked back at Justin, and asked, "So what do you want to do?"
Justin rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno. I feel dirty, cheap. Haven't had any desire to have sex since that all happened. Can't get it out of my mind. Can't concentrate on my studies. Sometimes when I'm walking across campus, I think people are saying, `There's Justin the slut. He'll let anybody fuck him!'"
"What about Harry? Do you miss him?"
"Not really. teenager nymphets land He dumped me because of what innocent girls photos nymphets he heard happened that night. He never gave me a chance to explain, to hear my side of things. He was so `holier than thou' that I sure as fuck don't want to rumanian nymphets be boyfriends with him any more."
Bailey waited maxwells model nymphet top a beat or two. "Okay. Now the big question. Don't you think you need help with all this?"
"It's helped more than you'll ever know that you haven't thrown me out."
Bailey frowned. "You don't know me, do you? I'm a pretty good judge of people, Justin Quinn, and I know you! Whatever happened, you understand that, whatever happened, we're friends and I'll stand by you."
Justin nearly burst into tears, nude angel nymphet but he controlled himself. He'd never been a crybaby, always nymphets smal top prided himself on his self control. But since "that" night, tears had been very close to the surface.
"Now, the University Health Service can hook you up with a counselor. japanese nymphets portal
I think you'd probably feel a lot better if you could talk to a professional about all this." He grinned. "That is, assuming you still won't let me go slowly choke the bastard Blake cp kiddie nymphet until he's purple."
Justin heaved a deep sigh. "You know, Bail, I feel so much better now that I've been able to tell somebody about all this. But you're probably right. Maybe I should go to the Health Service and see if I can talk to a shrink. God! I never thought I'd be saying those words. Me, needing a shrink!"
"Hey, there's no shame involved, roomie. You just need to get whatever help is available."
"Yeah." He threw his blanket back on the bed and stood up. Offering his hand to Bailey, he said, "Man, you're the best. I don't know how to thank you."
Bailey stood and brushed aside the proffered hand. He hugged Justin so hard he almost squeezed all the breath out of him. "We're friends, aren't we? And that's what friends do."
The following Monday Justin went to the University Health Service and asked to see a counselor. When he underground nymphet made the request, he squared his shoulders and said to the receptionist, "I'm gay, and this has something to do with that. Do you have anyone who's good with gay people?"
He'd expected the woman, who looked like someone's grandmother, to frown or say something negative, but she smiled. "Oh, yes, I'll put you with Dr. Gaskins. You'll feel very comfortable underage nymphet vids with him, pre nymphet bbs
Justin thanked her and left. That evening, Bailey age nymphets under
was later than usual getting back to the room. Justin was ready to go to the Commons for supper when Bailey arrived.
"Hi, bro. Let me wash my hands, and we'll go chow down."
After they'd gotten their food, Bailey looked around the crowded dining hall and spotted a table that was, miraculously, vacant.
After they were seated, he said, "I've been to see Blake Alexander and his roommate, Jay nymphet met art Phelps."
"Oh, so that's nude nymphet child photos
what his name is. What happened? I hope you ls bbs nymphetes didn't do anyt
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