But in private, I'm a closet queer. I don't like to use the word "gay" because I think that word minimizes what we are; homosexuals. The truth is that...I like all things male. I like the looks of a man, his body, his face, and especially, his cock.I have been queer since I was ten years old. When I started masturbating at that age, I didn't fantasize about girls and women. I fantasized about boys and men. I wanted to be around males as much as possible. I was a Boy Scout for several years and I. He looks Asian, and is wearing a polo shirt and a pair of baggy striped shorts. He’s got his hand down the front of his shorts and is vigorously fondling himself. The Asian looks straight at him and grins, before unashamedly unzipping his shorts and pulling out his erect cock. It’s not huge, but big enough. The Asian strokes it, rubbing his finger round the smooth helmet. He doesn’t quite know what to do. This wasn’t part of the plan. He’s so surprised that he just stares at the Asian’s cock,. . I want to hear you whispering your longing into my ear, your breath to be breezing over my senses, to have my neck arching into you as your words paint a picture in my mind. I want to be surrounded by the simple experience your hands sliding mine down my body, feeling myself as you want to feel me, the way you would use your fingertips to hit every secret spot of pleasure; the gentle squeeze of my waist; your thumb running down my breastbone taking in every dip and rise with my breathing. . Just a second,” he yelled out, throwing his quilt over the computer and cell phone. He smacked his forehead en route to his door. “Calm the fuck down dude! You’re acting like a guilty mother-fucker. You haven’t done anything wrong.”“Oh, hey Teddy,” he said, opening the door the whole way upon seeing who his guest was.“Yeah, hi. Um, do you mind if I talk to you about something?”“Sure, come in. But you could have just texted.”“I don’t have your number,” Theodore responded as Dillon stepped aside,.