Our dicks were almost touching. Then Mr McGann, he stepped closer till our dicks touched. His bell-end slid over mine and it felt well nice. Made my d...ck twitch when his silky hot bell-end rubbed up against mine like that.I said, “So…what…what do we do then?”“We fight with our hard dicks till one of us loses his erection. The one who keeps his erection the longest is the winner.”Oh yeah. Good game. I couldn’t get my head round it. How can it not be gay?“It…it’s a bit gay, innit, Mr McGann?”“Is. Jenny devoured it, cover to cover, everything in it -- even the legals, the obituaries, the ads for used snowmobiles. She kept back issues of the Record-Herald around, and read them over and over again, sometimes for months, until they were almost worn out. It was from sheer loneliness, lack of friends, and sometimes Blake wondered why she had loosened her reserve enough to open up to him. Perhaps it was because he was bent, and her public charms were a dull instrument to defend herself from. “That’s what I thought, and hoped.” Jam grinned at me and I grinned back.Moments later, we were called to eat supper. It was a nice young lady who gave us notice. The four of us left. As we went out the door, I said, “It would seem that I’ve lost my escort.” I grinned noticing that Berthold was giving Mo his arm.Of course, I was holding hands with Jam. We walked down the hall with the young lady beside me. She said, “May I ask Your Grace a question?”“Of course.”“Are you enjoying married. How do you want me to stand?" Just like that with your arms at your sides," Gary said, stepping in front of her. "All you need to do is fix your eyes on mine, that's all."Sally rolled her eyes but did as she was instructed. "All right. Now what?" Now... I do this..." Gary reached over and slid a single finger down her left arm.She gazed down at this and watched it for awhile. She felt a small tingle. "Well... I feel something," she admitted. "But how is this supposed to arouse me?" And this...".