"Well Peter, what do you have in the bag, hmmm? Pretty littleunmentionables for your "girlfriend"? Now I know you don't have agirlfriend so they must ...e for you. That would make you a littlecrossdressing sissy, am I right?" He knew everything. My secret was out."Please Mr. Robertson, I'll do anything if we can keep this just betweenus," I responded."Oh but Peter, you're exactly what I've been looking for. Unless you doas I say, I'll make your life a living hell. Or you could quit and goodluck. He preferred to fantasy about acts that he knew and could trust. Like imagining his brother on top of him with clothes on. Grinding. Though still he had no knowledge of what that was actually like—what it was like to feel someone’s hard cock poking him and rubbing against the tiny curve of his hip. He wasn’t as curious as the average teenager about sex, and didn’t hang around enough people to get exposed to a lot of the things that other kids learned through word-of-mouth. He was a loner. By definition, it is a couple’s activity, and it requires a couple that is strong in their commitment to each other and open to new experiences. Here is the story of how my wife and I got started.My wife might say that she and I had been more or less happily married for fifteen years when we decided to explore. I am the story-teller, and I am very certain the story started long before that.Before we got married, my wife was a player. She might not see it that way, but she was. I was not her. Malcomb was getting meaner and more distant and thegood doctor was getting more and more perverted. Maybe I just needed arest, I don't know. I had no money, and had dropped out of school. Ihadn't seen my parents in all this time and figured they would probablyhave a heart attack if they saw me. I needed a plan.Malcomb was only coming to town two weekends a month at this point. So Ihad a couple of weekends to myself. I started placing ads in the localclassifieds whoring myself out. I.