The car whisked them through the wrought iron gates of a large, anonymous, brown stone building and into a central courtyard. A khaki-clad guard opene... the door and stood to attention as they got out. Rhykov led them through a door and up a stairway."Where are we?" John asked, "where are we going?" Benin looked apprehensive."Interior Ministry," Rhykov told them, smiling. "Is all right. You must be processed... is bullshit we must go through."They seemed to walk for miles along dim corridors. Richard gives an unhappy grunt, but stands up and calls the waiter over,and settles the bill, asking him at the same time to fetch Sylvia's coat.He gives me a mildly hostile look, uncertain about my mood, and wishes me -quite formally - farewell. As they leave, Sylvia looks over her shoulderand winks at me a final time. I breathe out - I realise I've been holdingmy breath. "Well!" I say to myself. I pick up my cup and drink slowly,conscious of continuing furtive glances from other. I turned on my lamp and undressed, wobbling precariously as I did so. I caught a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror as I was in the midst of trying to yank my sock off, and paused my struggle to look at myself with the elastic part of the sock still midway around my foot. I thought I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. I was about 5’11 (rounded, not truncated) and was fairly in-shape despite not exercising, a habit I hoped to pick up before college, although I guess having to. Same medium height and build as I, we met up again at my old girlfriend’s house. We were both driving the same economy car and they were both the same weird green color. We became very close friends.But Jim never had a clue that I was a glory hole hound and spent a large amount of time at the local ABS sucking as much cock as I could! It had always bothered me that I had this secret life my friend did not know about. I felt it was time I came out to him and if he accepted me then I knew he was.