He smiled, with a kind of feral amusement, and reached out laid his palm on James' chest. Mr. Banford looked James up and down like a piece of meat, l...ke an object, a thing.James cock started to get hard. Wait, what? He'd never thought about sex with a man; he knew some guys on the team talked about gays, about faggots – he'd never given it much thought. Now, though... *I like this.*Mr. Banford's hand slid down to James' crotch, where found James' burgeoning erection. He massaged him through. I caressed mypenis, the full length of it.I was surprised at first that they were taking thischance, but the moon was full and the terraces marchedup the incredibly steep slopes of the gorge, almost fromthe water all the way to the stars. Everything white —railings, life preservers, deck chairs, walls — had afaint iridescence, as though illuminated in black light,and there was enough light in their hideaway to showtheir faces. It was enough to illuminate the palelover’s teeth,. Down again to the nape, to that magic spot that will drop me to my knees and leave me begging. I am owned by you and I not only have no power against it, but I am willingly submissive to it. I let it take control. Allow myself to succumb and respond. I am so weak with every burst of touch I feel a very deep and strong pulse surging below. I am so hot, and my body searching for you to completely consuming me.The intensity with which you look at me sends another hot pulse through me and I feel. Then he returned to my back door, taking moisture with him, painting it as if he were . . . . oh god, was he priming the pump?"Yes, you said you had been thinking about trying anal sex sometime. You've spoken to me about that on several occasions, but we always seemed to get distracted by the familiar." He spoke now with specific intent, as if he'd been thinking and planning this for a while. During his frank discussion, his finger kept up it's sensuous dance, dipping for moisture and painting.