“Feel my heart.” He took her hand in his and held it to his chest, the rapid beats belying his calm demeanor. “It’s beating so fast! Does that...mean you’re excited?” She blushed. “I am.” “Yes.” He exhaled. “And nervous.” She was surprised and moved by his admission. He was usually so cool. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, probing softly, his lips covering hers. They kissed that way for long minutes, lost in each other, building in intensity, until she was tingling everywhere. He hadn’t. You got to love those cheerleader outfits: short skirts and lots of leg.After breakfast, Tami went back to the motel and the rest of us piled on the bus for the trip to the athletic club. The club was great. I think they had every piece of exercise equipment ever imagined.We got there about eleven, and the Cougars were about twenty minutes behind us. For the next hour the two teams ran around the club trying everything. There was a lot of trash talk, but no trouble. After all this was. So he can drop my pants! In bondage and naked from the waist down, he struggled to hold back panic as he contemplated what might would come next.The one thing he feared more than any other was rape -- anal rape. Boyhood whispers of what queers did to one another had given him nightmares for years. Even as a supposedly enlightened adult, with gay friends and acquaintances, he had shied away from thoughts of what they did in bed. In the ass -- they fucked each other in the ass! And now it was his. As it happened, my wife and I got into a massive fight (nothing to do with my fantasies) and we separated briefly. When we were talking about what we needed to get back together, my main complaint was that she needed to open up more sexually. No specifics. She still had never even been told about my fantasies and desires. She agreed. I didn't know how far at the time, though. Not long after we patched everything up, my best friend and I got involved in an online video game that we frequently.