He pulled me closer and put some on my now rock hard cock and rubbed it in. He gave me the bottle and then lied on his chest. Lube my hole or its gonn... hurt, he said. I put a huge glob in the palm of my hand and rubbed it on my fingers. I put my middle into his ass and started to push and pull to really spread the lube in his ass. His hole started to open more easily so I fit two fingers in and started to ram it into him. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and replaced it with my rock hard. I may have some options foryou, but we should now continue until the present? she said with alittle trepidation."Ok, but I don't think I want to any more," he said, nearly sobbing. Hecleared his tears and his head and continued. "Ok, now it?s about ayear later. I am married now to my same boyfriend and I am a hairdresser. That?s odd; I seem to enjoy my life and my job, even though Ifeel so many regrets. This is so odd," he said, puzzled. "How could Ibe happy with no education and hope of any. "Not really, not tonight, anyway," he stammered."What's your name, boy?" I demanded to know."Carlos Garrison," the youth answered."Filipino, right?" I asked him with a grin."Uh, yes, sir. From southern Luzon, not Manila or anything like that," he stuttered nervously."Meaning that you were born there?" I kept up the questioning."Yes, but Dad's American. Mom's the Filipino side. Dad's a WASP. Boston Brahmin. I ... have to get back. What is this about?" he expressed his bemusement."Well, if you. Ilonged for romance. I desired having a boyfriend. But like most younggay boys, I looked forward to my Friday and Saturday nights at theclubs. Meeting Mr. Right:It was while I was studying at the campus library one Saturday, when Isaw 'HIM! Sure I flirted with most guys outside of the gay bars andimagined having sex with them, but being shy and unsure of whether theywere gay, and not wanting to get beat up by a straight boy, I neveracted out on my desires. That's what the gay bars were for, or.