Sarah breathed hard and moaned loudly as Biff drove his cock into her. They were just about to explode in orgasm when suddenly Biff stopped.
She looked at him, still breathing hard. "What the hell did you stop for?" she asked, getting angry.
"I ... I don't know. Something's wrong." And there was. One moment, he felt like was going to cum, then the next, his cock began to grow limp. He looked at Sarah, who he knew was the hottest girl in school ... but, right now she wasn't. What was happening? Suddenly, he didn't find Sarah sexy at all.
He pulled out of her, then left his room. After entering the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. His cock suddenly stood at attention, the moment he saw his reflection. Man, I'm hot. Too bad Sarah's not a hot stud like me, he thought, but then stopped. Why the hell was he thinking that? He wasn't gay. Far from it. He hated those fags.
"Biff, what the hell are you doing in there?" Sarah yelled through the locked bathroom door, pounding on it.
He looked down and saw that he had been absentmindedly jacking himself off. He immediately stopped, then broke out in a cold sweat. "What the hell is happening to me?" he whispered to himself, fearing the idea that he might be gay now.
