A lot of planning went into this party..we worked for months to work out all of the details…you know like the who to invite and who not to invite li...t! One name crossed my mind a couple of times, her name was Carmen, she was 5’5 shoulder length black hair and green eyes.. oh and she happened to be one of my lesbian friends that had a major crush on me in high school. I decided to invite, the only problem was she had no ride so I had to go pick her up from college…she lived in a dorm. The. And he had us! He had Amy, and me -- Good Old Sam.And Ford.I was pretty sure he'd had Ford, in the Biblical Sense. (Hey -- do gay guys do it in the Biblical Sense?)Once again that evening, the four of us made a pretty joyful group, and the loud laughter coming from our table probably annoyed some of the other customers. Why is it that sometimes, other people having a good time can be so annoying? I've felt the same way, on occasion -- vaguely resentful of the happy group at the next table over.. I was starting to get aroused, but didn’t know what I should do about it, so I just sat there. The next gift she opened was a Barbie doll that she really wanted. She got so excited, she started bouncing up and down. That was all I could take. I started getting an erection. She kept bouncing and wiggling, and my boner kept growing and growing. By the time she settled down, my erection was at full size and rock hard. She obviously had no idea what was poking her in the ass, because. I like him. He’s an artist. Sort of.’ ‘What does ‘sort of’ mean?’ ‘It means he has a Bachelors of Fine Arts, but no real fire and no plans. He works in fibers and natural materials, that kind of thing.’ ‘Are you sure he isn’t gay?’ asked Vicky. ‘I mean, twenty-two, not intimate with you, young for his age, an artist – how much would it take to add an ‘e’ and get ‘artiste’?’ ‘It’s not like that! His mom is very controlling. She’s divorced, long ago, and still single. She just can’t seem to.