” With his free left hand he began struggling to unbutton the front of the jumpsuit. I took over and undid the top three buttons. “More,” he s...id. I did two more so he was open to his waist. I didn’t spend too much time on his shoulders. I worked his chest and gently pinched his nipples. I felt the ripples of his stomach muscles. I played with his pubic hair. When I grasped his cock it was hard and hot. It was almost as if I could feel the blood pulsing in it. He turned his head so his. He had to remind himself that is was anatomically possible to go standing up.He did just that, it was easier sure, but there was no great joy to it. If you had asked him before how it would feel to be Stuart again he would have said he'd be like a kid with a new toy. Things didn't work out that way though. Stuart just felt weird. Everything was both familiar and foreign a the same time and the joy he felt in the alleyway was more over cracking the mystery and beating Mamma Chow than actually. . Damn it!He kisses me right then, gently and steadily—passionately and brilliantly. I kiss him back, pushing and shoving and ramming my lips right straight against his. He is steady; he is patient with me; he is possessive and magnificent and wonderfully. To be honest and upright and truthful with you, this is just as much as heaven and paradise as it is itself. I swear that it surely is. We hold and embrace each other; we caress and stroke the other; we inhale and exhale right in the face of. Sean told me that Sheila got on with Gerald, but that is nothing like watching it happen. Surreal does not cover it. In hindsight, my surprise circuits were starting to fry.I asked what Sheila did for a living though she had already told me she was a dominatrix. Hearing it was not seeing it. We went to her studio. Sheila started with an impromptu homage to Sean, which revved my sociology gene overdrive. Next, Sheila and I had a bonding moment. They say shared suffering pulls you closer, but.