There are a whole host of reasons I would not wear the tights but number one would have to be that I was meeting all of my girlfriend's family and fir...t impressions count and I didn't want that clouded by the image of a man in tights.I rang my girlfriend and she laughed and made jokes while at the same time giving me instructions on how to put them on as I was usually pulling them off her. Again with the laughter. I cut her off and took a deep breath and proceeded to put on the tights.Next. "I've been alright except for the fact that I missed you." she replied. "How long will you be in town?" I asked. "I bought the house down the street." she replied. Hearing that made me smile because I could see her at just about anytime I can. "can I help you get settled?" "actually you can help me set up my bedroom lover." "alright let me get a t-shirt and I'll be right behind you." "hurry up lover." I went upstairs and grabbed a t-shirt and met Pamela at the door. We walked down the street to. Let’s see if you feel like complaining when I’m done with you!”She laughed in spite of herself. “You really are a pig!” she exclaimed, getting another wink in return.“Lose the shirt. I just gotta check where we’re meeting.”Stacy obliged, but when her eyes were no longer obscured by fabric, she realized with a stab of panic that the story from last night was still up on her computer screen. Mike scanned it quickly as she grasped unsuccessfully for words to distract him.“Uh… why don’t you come. In Hollywood one afternoon, I saw a sign which advertised "Masseur." I did not know it at the time as I was also "into" girls, but my gut feelings were that I would be more comfortable with a male rubbing me. I wrote down the phone number to call later.I phoned and heard a very nice, butch English accent on the receiving end. When I asked for a massage appointment, the voice asked if I was 18 years old. I wasn't (maybe 16) but I had a fake ID and answered "Yes." Only later would I understand.