If their had been a large crowd there it wouldn’t have dissuaded me a moment I was so turned on. Once Brent closed the door I was all over him, kiss...ng and groping him until he pushed me to arm’s length.“Wait up a minute Jamey, just let me use the bathroom first” he said. He disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes and when he returned he was naked and sporting a major hard-on. It looked even more impressive when it wasn’t surrounded by clothing, standing proud and erect and surrounded. I was afraid that my own yelling would set my head to throbbing again so I remained quiet. I finally had to pull myself out of the water when I noticed my fingers were wrinkled up like old prunes. I dried my body and reached for my robe. That’s when I realized that I had forgotten to grab my robe. Living alone meant that I didn’t have to worry about being seen in my own home, usually. With a sigh I wrapped my damp towel around myself and tucked in the end. The hell with him, I decided, and. By day, I am a married, masculine man. I am married to a wonderful woman who has adored me for twelve years. To her and to my friends, I'm a burly, bearded, talented musician about six feet tall and weighing 200 pounds. They all know me as a gentle, friendly guy. 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. "The husband and father then directed his wife's attention to the framed picture on the nightstand. "Honey, you look at that picture and you tell me".The young woman lifted her brown eyes toward the picture on the nightstand and her heart melted as there encased in glass was a crayon colored page from a coloring book. A young mother held her daughter lovingly in her arms for a cuddle. The artist had signed it in pink crayon and the dedication read. "TO MUMMY, I LOVE YOU, SARA"The loving husband.