Yes I canfeel it deep within me. Yes I know it, I don't know how or why but Ido."Good. Cause if you didn't..." I let out a yelp of surprise as he leap...onto the bed to straddle over top of me on all fours. His face staring straight into my eyes. The look on his face was that of a man that waslooking for something. I knew what it was too. I had seen that lookbefore but on my face in the mirror before I went on a date as a guywhen I knew I was going to get lucky. Wait! Lucky? As in about to. ”“Well I like her too. I never had a sister and it has been a joy having her in my life. Do you have a girl that is your best friend?”“Not like a sister. I have a few friends, but the girls are interested in things that don’t interest me.”“How do you like America so far?”“It is really different. America is not like they say it is at school. The people are not all fat and they are not all loud. I like the music more.”“Would you ever want to live here?”“Oh yes! I would love to come and live with. I got up, and made my way to the door, trying to hear what he wassaying."I hate you! I hate you! You... You.... BOY!" He said the last word like it was the worst curse he could bestow.I heard pounding and rushed into the bathroom, to find him hitting themirror with every bit of force he had cracking it. Then, like a puppetwhose strings had been cut, he collapsed to the floor and wept.I gathered him into my arms and held him tight."Please. Tell me what's wrong," I said."Daddy..." he said with a. There were several short hallways with doors on either side. It was at this point that I noticed several men standing in different spots along the corridors. There was nearly every description you would care to mention or desire. I wandered down one and then another of the corridors until I felt somewhat comfortable with the layout. I wondered if the rooms had a gloryhole. Secretly, I hoped they did because I'm bi-curious. I had a gay experience with a gay friend and had really enjoyed it. But,.