information, "we can go out for a beer."

As Margaret and I went back into the house, her hands groping my crotch, she said "damn, I thought we were cooked that time!" I laughed, felt her tits. "You know, Tory," she began as she pulled my pants down, my cock bouncing in the air, "Mussy is gay." I stared at her. She nodded, "Yup, gay as they come." That hardened my cock immediately and in minutes I was insider of her.

Afterwards, she told me that Mussy had told her he was gay when he was in his late teens. She and Donald had been upset, but as he didn't flaunt it, they learned to live with it. "Does he have a partner?" I asked.

She didn't know, "he doesn't talk about that side of his life with me Tory."

As I was driving to Charlottesville that night, I couldn't get my mind off Mussy, his long, lean legs and what looked like a hard, tight ass. But, mostly, I thought of his eyelashes, his soft brown eyes, thick hair, and full lips. What would it be like to kiss him, feel him? As I fell asleep, he filled my thoughts.

I called him in the morning. I couldn't help myself. He couldn't meet me for lunch, but we agreed to meet at Hardwickes, a long time bar and burger joint. It was a long day, and the only thing that made it bearable was visiting the campus of UVA. Finally, it was 5:30, only fifteen minutes until I was to meet Mussy. I drove slowly, and arrived right at time. As I entered the cool, dim restaurant, I saw him sitting at a back table.

"Hey, Mussy." I said as I walked up. He smiled, a beautiful, sexy, full lipped smile.

"Hey,Tory. I already ordered you a beer." And as the beers kept coming we talked.

After about an hour, and four beers he looked right at me, "you screwed my mom yesterday, didn't you?" I started to object, but he just laughed. "Oh, hell Tory. I know you were screwing her when you lived here and I was young. Hell, I even watched you do it a few times." That shocked me, I had no idea he had ever watched Margaret and I. I tried to apologize, but he just waved my apologies off. "No need to apologize, she was horny, you were horny, and that was that." His eyes glinted, "you don't think I could live in that house and not know my mom was screwing anything that had a cock, do you?"

It was weird talking about his mom like that, but I just shrugged. "Did she tell you?" I asked him what he was talking about, he laughed. "Oh, come on. She always tells." He looked at me, "you know, that I'm gay." I nodded. "Thought so, she always does."

I looked at him, "and are you?"

He laughed again, "of course."

I was intrigued, "how long?"

His eyes glinted again, "well, let me just say this, you don't think I was watching you and mom to see my mom naked, do you?" He laughed at the look on my face. "Oh, I've always known I liked guys, always."

"Must have been