And we talked and Mike asked what it was like to masturbate. I almost fell off my bike when he asked me. And I just said how do you know I masturbat.... He said he assumed that I like him went home and figured out what it was like to do it. So we pulled off the road and rode our bikes into the woods and found a secluded place. He took his penis out and started rubbing it till it got hard. I did the same. He said that he saw a web site where two guys were sucking each other's cock. So I. “We’re mostly monogamous, but he likes to fuck his ex-boyfriend now and then, so I don’t sweat that. Sure, he’s a threat, but if Merv leaves, he leaves. If he stays with me, good. There’s no point fighting something that just comes naturally. That’s why I stopped fighting who I am and told myself, ‘What’s worse, getting some grief over doing what you love, or living in quiet desperation, as Thoreau warned against?’ I had my answer right then and decided to come out as gay ... I’ll still stay. "What do you think?" Rick asked."I think ... it looks like a bar." Brody grinned and picked up a menu. "And I wouldn't mind a drink. And a burger." They still don't have decent burgers in Washington?" Sure they do. Five Guys is the best. I'll have to take you there next time you come East. The kids would love it, too."Rick gave a non-committal shrug and turned his attention to the menu. Brody ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings and a beer. Rick went for the bacon-cheeseburger and French. I've been putting things up my bum for as long as I can remember. All sorts of things from dildos to a bunch of twigs. Yeah, I know, twigs. Sometimes I get so horny I don't know what to do with myself. I do, sometimes,like a fairly slender cucumber that's been warmed through in the oven.But cock is rare. I had one tiny one but I was steaming drunk and I had a much larger one but it wasn't for very long at all. My arse is now available for. what's left of, 24 hours to two middle aged, gay men..