"Dude, about the last time, I was stoned... I don't think I want to tryit again." Whatever dude. I have a tape here," raising his hand to show me aV...S, "that says you're going to be taking my cock anytime I say. But Iguess you have a choice as long as you don't mind copies popping uparound school. Showing how you fucking shot your load as I plugged yourass with my cock."He smirked.I could feel the blood drain from my face. I had no clue what he had onthe tape, but his stance said he wasn't. He lives on New York just like me. It was a strictly platonic friendship weve had everytime we met up. Let me tell you a little about this guy… His name is Alex. Hes 28, about 58, slim, and Dominican. Really nice smile and personality. He is a Virgo if that makes a difference. He lives in New York City. I live in upstate NY so we are about 2 and a half hours away from eachother. Kind of far but still close enough to make plans and meet up on occasion. Me, I am 21, 54, average size, African. It’s not bad.” “Would you tell me if it was?” I rolled over and looked at him. I saw concern in his eyes. “You would make me tell you anyway.” “Damn right I would,” he responded, pulling me closer to him. I felt so protected and loved when he held me and I felt the strain leaving my body. The pain didn’t matter as much anymore. He sat up and pulled my tee shirt off and yanked my sleep shorts off. He didn’t say a word. He laid me back in the bed and moved between my legs and lifted them on. I felt a mixture of shame and pure joy. There was no internet to show me that lots of men did this and that my fear I was gay (it was the 70’s and not very pc lol) was silly. I knew I like women and fancied them I also knew I felt like I could do sexy things with a man when I was dressed (I knew nothing of bi-sexuality). An explanation of my naivety might be that my Mum as religious and was a member of The Salvation Army. The explanation of my fascinations for nylons might be from here too as.