I was so tight that my legs could barely get up the short flight of stairs to Carrie's front door. Carrie led me to her attic, which is where she had ...er 'playroom' set up. Jon was already there, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. Carrie grinned at my discomfort and told me to strip. I kept fumbling as I disrobed, feeling as if I were all thumbs, and everything felt numb. Jon's body was oddly short of hair, and very pale. Jon was kind of paunchy with little muscle tone and with 'man boobs'. She walked over sat down on next to him onthe wooden bench which was half rotten with chipped green paint andrusted legs. She sat so close to him that he would be able to feel herice breathe on his neck."Hello Sexy" she whispered into his ear, her lips barely parting with awisp sound escaping her lips. Jason was sitting bolt upright now,afraid to move his head. Thoughts piled up inside his head "Why wassomeone so beautiful speaking to him? Did he know her? No, he wouldhave remembered someone. At 5'9 is way too heavy for me, the Bi/very oral comment most likely meant his main interest was in my cock, And the 'D' word always raises a flag with me.There's nothing inherently wrong with the word discreet, I always use discretion and there are places to meet, like gay bars or out of the way places, that are very discreet. But when written up front like that it invariably means the guy wants to meet in a hotel room-only situation.For safety reasons alone I don't do that but I've also spent. I assailed my senses with deep inhalations of colognes and perfumesfrom France, Belgium, and Italy until I was quite giddy, and lost allthought of food.I read the books that lined a shelf near the window. Ovid was my petbecause there was a part in his poetry about the nymph Daphne who,like me, sought escape from the lusts and powers of men until she wasall but lost, crying out, "Gape Earth, and this unhappy wretchentomb!" I loved that line and wept whenever I read it, and found thatwhispering.