"There's only three." "Plug'em!" "No! Wait! Rajik's with 'em. Hey Rajik! What are you dozzling around with these nulls for?" Gabe looked at me and ... shrugged. Click! One of them came into focus now, his coldsuit glowing bright white in the dark as it released all the trapped heat now that it was shut off. He walked up to Gabe, who still appeared as an old man, and he grabbed Gabe by the arm and patted him on the shoulder. "What's dezn' Rajik?" he asked. "N-not much," Gabe replied. "New. After the competition, I went back to my room. I was still keyed up over our success. I got a bottle of wine from the mini-bar, stripped naked and put a porn on the TV. Just as I was getting a good rise out of my “friend” Peter, there was a knock on the door. I threw on a pair of gym shorts and answered. It was Sara and another team member, Michelle. This was first time I had seen in anything but competitive swimsuits. They were hot. Both wore short denim skirts. Sara tits practically busted. I tell her not to speak but to undress. I know she has followed my instructions – the heels, stockings and black underwear only serve to make this beautiful woman stop my heart! I walk up to her and pull her close, leaning down to kiss her with an intensity that conveys both my love and longing that could never be misunderstood. I order her to kneel on the floor with her head and arms on the bed. Her body is already convulsing with the thought of what was to come. I tie her arms to the bed,. But as we caught up on each other’s lives in the bar that night, it was clear to me that he was indeed gay. About five scotches in, catching up turned to reminiscing, and it wasn’t long until we recalled our times in the tent. Marty then admitted that he was gay; and that he had always wanted us to have more than a “hands on” relationship. I told him that I didn’t think that I could ever get my head around giving head to another guy, or letting him fuck my ass. Marty sighed and just remarked.