He had no gay characteristics and no one would ever think, from seeing or talking to him, that he was gay.Now a junior in college, Rhyler had spent ti...e around college athletes and college men for two years, but had never tipped his hand, even though he had badly wanted to. Many times he caught himself leering at a hunky classmate, or ogling at a male bubble butt in tight jeans as it went by. Rhyler wanted, needed, a man, not only to get fucked by, but to love. He wanted to be a part of the. Big mistake. Three glasses later I was no longer embarrassed. It kept raining outside Leena’s studio, which was usually packed with assistants and models but not tonight. She asked me again to help her out, and this time I barely hesitated, hopping up on the platform to hold some pins. She and I worked like that for a while, and each time her sweatered breasts (she was wearing a soft cashmere cardigan over a tight little black sweater) brushed my body I felt a thrill run through me. Finally. ”“Are there any more surprises in store for me?” I asked.“Perhaps,” said Dr Maltby enigmatically. “If you have no more questions, I think it would be best to restart the interview.”I nodded.Dr Maltby repeated his preamble then I was off. I gave as full an account of events as I could remember, although I self-edited out certain details. Nobody needed to know about Terri’s incestuous flirting with me, the minutiae of my sexual encounters, Dimitri’s bestiality video, Mrs Crocker watching me and. “Thanks to dad, I’ve got enough money for two lifetimes.”My father was a grade-A womanizer. There’s no telling how many brothers and sisters I actually have. I’ve never met any because Doug was excellent at not being found by his numerous conquests. My mother was an exception to that rule. I don’t remember her at all, but according to Doug, she showed up at his door drunk with 2-year-old me in tow and demanded child support from him. The story goes he called CPS and ended up getting full.