I saw that we havesome in the fridge. It's ginger. Apparently if I eat some, it works likean anaesthetic, knocking me out, putting me to sleep for a p...riod of time,and during that time there's absolutely no way to wake me. And I wasthinking... I have no idea how it feels or how it works... I was thinkingthat if you can promise me that you won't do anything bad to me or takeadvantage of me, you know, then, maybe I'd let you give me some ginger andsee what happens, and then when I wake up you can. ” It’s what I am.” Hmmm, what do I say now? Brett told me he had pretty much always known he was gay. He didn’t come out until his senior year of high school. He was afraid that everyone would hate him and his friends would leave him. He had been going out with a girl to keep up pretenses and told her first. “Of course you are, honey,” she told him. “Everybody already knows.” It turned out to be true. Brett was six-three and had played basketball. He told the coach who said, “Thank God, we. He used to tease me about my legs. Both of our bodies have changed and our friendship has grown.I looked at some recent snapshots of us from a hiking trip we’d gone on in New Hampshire. I lay on my bed after looking at the pictures. I tossed and turned. I imagined him stroking his cock there at the edge of my bed. His neck was so sexy, his eyes steamy and wanting. I became wet with desire.I tossed and turned and tried to ignore my impulse to pleasure myself with the imagery of Ben in my mind. I. Mohit didn't seem to be getting any closer to cumming and I knew this was going to a long blowjob.Just then his cell phone rang, I started to come up off his cock as he reached for his phone. Just when my lips reached the head of his cock, Mohit's hand came down on the back of my head and he pushed me down deeper on his cock. "Hello" Mohit answered his phone. He kept his hand on the back of my head pushing me up and down on his cock. "No just hanging out." Mohit said to whoever called him..