What Am I

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Several years ago I was out with a group on Friday night prowling the bars as we did most nights. As the night wore on the group got smaller and small until only 3 of us were left and it was closing time. We werent ready for the night to end so we headed out to "open till the last person leaves" establishment. At the end of the night it was myself and my friend Kevin. Having drank to much Kevin suggested I spend the night at his house, and his wife would make us breakfast in the morning. Now Kevin is a tall slender black man, nothing special about him at all, but his wife is hot. When we got to his house his wife was awake and bit pissed that we were both late and hammered. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as they were barely concealed by the white night gown she was wearing. Kevin showed me to my room and stripped to my underwear, reached down and stroked my c*ck thinking about his wife until i passed out. Somewhere in the early morning something woke me, as my body woke up I felt something or someone sucking my c*ck. As I focused I realized it was Kevin between my legs sucking my c*ck. I didnt move, didnt push him away, I simply watched a sucked my c*ck while playing with his. His c*ck was massive and hard and it excited me watching him. I could feel the cum begin to fill my balls and as I was about to cum he shot his hot load and stop sucking my c*ck. He covered me and left the room, leaving me hard and aching to cum... By my not stopping him, does that make me gay, bi, or just a horny young man that loves to have his c*ck sucked.