“Is this where you guys sleep?” I asked.The blood now drained from his face, and he looked anxious.“Angus, I am gay, so please don’t panic. I ...ave to confess that I saw you guys in the pool on Sunday, and it was fuckin’ hot,” I concluded.The look of relief from Angus did not materialize. Instead, he looked even more uneasy as he exclaimed, “Jesus, Peter, you can never tell anyone!”“I never will. My parents also don’t know I’m gay, so we all have secrets,” I tried to reassure him.“Yeah, but. Money is important to pick up girls.After packing, Lucas waited a while, and finally the doorbell rang. Outside was a man carrying a mattress in his hand.“It’s here, right?”The delivery man asked, and Lucas quickly agreed. Bringing the mattress to the bedroom in the apartment, Lucas quickly removed the plastic and tested sitting on it.“Sign here.”The delivery man handed over a clipboard, and after Lucas signed, left. Picking up his pillow, Lucas lay back on the mattress he bought, looked up at. I was celebrating our modest economic success with that great American tradition, dealing with the tax returns (Federal and State). We are not rich enough or poor enough to hire somebody to do our taxes, so I put in about 100 frustrating unpaid hours each year at tax time. Katy and I married a few years ago, after college. Two years after the marriage, we got hammered tax-wise because of some things we could not control, and it was going to get worse. We work in adjacent “high-tax” states, and. I continued to be scared but he didn’t do it long and eventually he pulled away, letting his cock slip out of my mouth. As he pulled me to my feet, he said, “I’ve wanted to be in you again.”Smiling I thought, “ I wanted to feel it again too,” but I was still nervous. He suddenly turned me around so I was facing the bed, and as he pushed me toward the bed. Pushing on my back now, I put my hands on the bed as he made me bend over the edge. I put my hands on the bed. Pushing me forward, he started.