Jimmy Is Crying And Wants To Stop

He licked her fingers clean. Lois pressed each one into his mouth, and let Jimmie Olsen suck them clean. All while her free hand fucked his sluttly little ass, two fingers sliding in and out, in and out. An erotic thrill ran through her as she felt his tongue on her palm, watched his adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed his own salty load...

...and it was only then, after her hand was clean, that she saw the tears that fell down the freckled cheeks.

Jimmy Olsen turned to her, face screwed up, sniveling...and it was the most pathetic sight she had seen. Sad enough that Lois was shaken for a moment out of her dominant phase, briefly horrified at what she had done.

"I...I...I don't wanna be a faggot!" Jimmy sobbed.

Lois Lane's eyebrows furrowed...and she realized she still had two fingers in his ass.

He sniffed and buried his face in her chest, hot tears dripping onto her shirt.

"I just can't help it! I like it up the ass so much! I...I finger my ass all the time!" He turned up his face to stare at Lois. "B-but I'm not gay! I don't...I don't really like guys! I'm attracted to women, I just..."

"Like it up the ass," Lois said. Her heart went out to Jimmy. In truth, she didn't know whether he was gay and in denial, or staight and addicted to anal, or...somewhere in between. Lois wasn't sure how to handle this. If he'd moaned like a slut she'd have fucked his ass with her fingers until he came again, maybe even tug his cock to milk it out of him. If he'd been angry and humiliated, she'd have just washed her hands of the whole thing, literally and figuratively. But crying...

Crying is cheating, the little devil on Lois Lane's shoulder seemed to say.

"Jimmy...you don't have to be gay if you don't want to be," she said. Took a deep breath, and decided to give him some tough love. "But you need to man up and decide what you do want, and go for it."