But in private, I'm a closet queer. I don't like to use the word "gay" because I think that word minimizes what we are; homosexuals. The truth is that...I like all things male. I like the looks of a man, his body, his face, and especially, his cock.I have been queer since I was ten years old. When I started masturbating at that age, I didn't fantasize about girls and women. I fantasized about boys and men. I wanted to be around males as much as possible. I was a Boy Scout for several years and I. . That feel cannot be explained in words available in dictionary. Sex is enjoyed at the fullest when done as a part of love not as a part of work is my point of view and my belief. That beautiful moment was experienced by me was recently with my partner who is as sweet as a fruit, as beautiful as a flower. Myself a guy with different point of view and different way of approach for love and relationships.It was few months back I joined a company as designer after my academics, basically I am shy. I threw on a camisole top and opened the door. “Morning ma’am.” Very nice smile. “My name’s Jason with the DoT. I’ve been instructed to inform homeowners of potential invasive plant infestations where encountered. I thought I should let you know that your property is showing signs of encroachment along the south edge.” “You don’t say Jason. I had no idea. What should be done?” “Well ma’am–”. “Call me Vivian,” I interrupted. “I’m only supposed to inform the property owners,” he continued.. The two satin sheathed lovelies were now lying back onthe chaise-lounge, satin gloved hands delving under satingowns to find, touch and caress each others rampant andtrembling overlarge clitties, all the while as theyravenously kissed each others panting, wet, lipstickedmouths in a wild kiss of deep lust and sheer,unadulterated, transvestite passion. The hot, tremblingmother’s own satin gloved hands slid down her flutteringbelly to delve between the juncture of her own tremblingthighs as.