He smiled and walked past me. As he did so he let his hand “casually” brush against my crotch. I felt my cock stiffen up further and my heart rate...began to speed up. He walked a little way down the path to the left as I followed feeling a little foolish but increasingly excited. We came into another clearing. There were a couple more cars parked on the far side. I could see there was a couple inside one of them and another guy looking in through the passenger side. I was slightly shocked ,but. That big strong body. Thecocky, domineering attitude. His manly aroma. "D-damn it..." He felt hisfingers rubbing up and down the length of his cock. "I'm not gay. I'm n-not gay," he huffed. "I just need to stop drinking Sisselixer, andeverything will wear off. Eventually..." The assertion didn't make himquite as happy as he thought it would. Instead, he just felt himselfblushing. "M-Mike isn't even real. He's just a state of mind my roommatehad when he drank BrutBeer."Feeling a bit less. You move and change position, your hair falls in front of your eyes and you lift your hand to brush it aside. I watch you, knowing you’re unable to see me standing nearby. I want to reach out and brush the hair from your eyes and run my hand down your cheek. I cannot! No, you can’t know I am here. Ever since I was assigned to you, I have not left your side. Every minute has filled me with joy. I have watched you, protected you and stayed with you. I watched you fall in and out of love. It has. Period. End of story. No drama. No strings. No commitments (I'M not interested any)! Just SEX! After I've worked Pete's cock over nice and good, and after he's unloaded a HUGE quantity of cum (along with the emotional frustration leading up to that), he thanks me (not needed, but it is nice that he does so anyway), and then he leaves; and I probably won't hear from him again for a month, or even longer---but eventually, as with so many of the other guys I suck-off, he'll be back!I think of what.