“Hi, uncle.” It was him. “Whatcha’ doin’?” I feared he could hear the moans of ecstacy from my tv, so fighting my now unbearable arousa..., I struggled to lower the volume. “I called in sick”, I said, using the most restrained tone I could. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Do you want me to come over?” I could barely contain an audible moan at this offer, but still I did everything in my weakening power… “No, I don’t want to get you sick too. Thanks, though.” He waited for a moment, then said,. " Yeah, well, your ass brought me out. I know I been gay since I was like 14but I always been on the DL." He said matter of factly.I couldn't believe that Ray called himself "gay". He was so masculine andmanly I would never have classified him as that. Despite the fact that hemade out with me, sucked my dick and fucked me up the ass, I still had ahard time thinking of this alpha stud as "gay".He told me about a cousin who was a few years older than him that diddledwith him when was younger and. I didn't realise it then, but I think they musthave been arranging it between them because it never happened that, say,Sam would phone up and I'd have to say sorry but Chris already asked forthat night. And if, for instance, I suggested to Chris that we all goout for a meal or something then he'd say that Sam was preparing for aninterview, or doing something else, and couldn't join us. And the sameif I suggested the same to Sam. So I stopped suggesting. I just wentalong with it all. I. Without belaboring the day-to-day of what I was doing, I found reasons to ride with Brad in both his car and his SUV, and planted GPS bugs in each without raising suspicion.I briefed Trudy, frequently and surreptitiously, on my progress. During one of our discussion, I asked how things were."Worse," she said, great sadness coating the word and lining her face. "He hasn't, well, touched me since before I came to see you. He got really snippy last weekend, and at one point I thought he was going.