"I lose you win" as I reach into my pocket and pull off a $100 dollar bill and hand it to her. "Why thank you kind sir, a pleasure doing business with...you" Completely unexpected she takes the $100 dollars and stuffs them into her bra strap. "Nice company they will have at least" I say joking."Really do you think so?" she asks"Damn sure do, always have." "But hold up a minute how do I know this is really working maybe it fell off her car as she was pulling out today and only the chip is there". He said I looked like I could use a friend. We talked for a couple hours. We meet there again the next day and talked for a couple more. It was a week before I admitted to myself that I was attracted to him and another two weeks before I decided to do anything about it.Ryan had not been shy about telling me he was gay or about being attracted to me. I just wasn't sure about a gay relationship. Sleeping with Alex was one thing; having a gay relationship was another. Then again, maybe this is why. As young as I was, I wished I had a way to tell him how much that meant to me. Many evenings, Paul would have dinner with us, others he would I guess go home. When Mom went back to work full time, I would sometimes have a sitter of sorts when I got home from school. I say “of sorts”, because it was Mrs. DeCarlo from next door, who would make sure I got home ok, turn the TV on, and then go back next door. Mom and Dad weren’t paying her—we couldn’t afford to hire a real sitter—and so she. It was not actually a table , ratter a gymnastic bock coverd whit leadder.I got on top of it but this fixture was very short so that my head just restet on the border and the legs were only surportet down to the knees.From the knees down my legs were hanging down.Sweet gentil musik was playing and Alex began to rub me in with warm oil..My chest ,belly and legs were oiled down and as a special treat he oild my balls and dickwith tender strockes.Turn over he said , I whant to cover you in oil.