The visions still shooting through my mind. I grabbed a couple of other books and started reading through them. One was a large one someone like a se...ual "Dear Abby" for gay men. As I read about what men did to each other and how their bodies reacted, I couldn't help but get more and more curious. A desire to experience gay sex started growing, not just a fantasy. It wasn't long before I came again. It was a long night as I kept masturbating and cumming. I looked at the clock and it was. I missed you. Wanted to feel you, taste you. You said meet me at the hotel, you’d be there shortly. 1 hour, 2, 3, 4…damn I’m going miss you again. Then you’re here just as I was about to get out of bed and get dressed. I let you in. I know the drill. I’m already undressed, naked as I am supposed to be in your presence, proper attire for a slave. Sometimes you let me wear a shear garment, but today I was unprepared. I shut the door behind you and quickly kneel at your feet. . . no, it was the person he craved. If he could explain what he knew, maybe if Ramon understood that Ziggy understood, he’d relax, be more honest with himself, more accepting of what he was. What Ziggy was.He sat up and looked down to the end of the room to where Eric and Scott were curled up under their blankets. Those guys slept like the dead, and you couldn’t wake them up with a bugle blast.Ziggy knew he might never have a better chance to talk to Ramon. There were less than three weeks of. Penny went and looked more closely.“Hmm!” she said. “I can see you’ve pruned them this year but you could have been a bit harder, particularly this one.”“Really?” asked Peter. “I’m always frightened of damaging them.”“Na-ah! The harder you prune them, the harder they grow and bush out.”“Right! You’re booked for next year even if you’re living in the Shetland Islands by then.”Penny giggled. “Fat chance!”They continued the tour.“Cherry?” asked Penny pointing at a tree.“Yes, a variety whose name I.