It was a support bar that was lodging into me. But the cot was covered in so many blankets that I didn't even notice it was a damn cot when I had gone...to bed. I tried everything I could to get it comfortable. Trying to adjust the blankets over the support bar was not working. As I gave up, I began to look around. The big red lighted clock on the wall said 2am and I also noticed my parents in the room at this point. I could here my dad. Lightly snoring. Thank god I thought. At least he won't. I can appreciate a man's well-toned body, good skin and still not be attracted to him. It was on this day, that a noticed how good-looking Wagner and his friends are. They were all in great shape, especially Wagner, whose well-toned body was emphasized by his tanned skin. I watched him as he swam around. "Yep," I thought. "The women must go nuts over this one." As time went on, Wagner and I became friends. We hung out at the house. Went swimming together. Played chess and cards. Rented movies.. I lay back and let out a long sigh. For a moment my head throbbed so that I could not focus my mind sufficiently to talk. ‘No, my darling, it is just the way I reach my pitch of pleasure. What you have so cleverly let out of me is the seed from which babies are made.’ She snatched back her hand as if burned. ‘What — will I have a baby?’ she demanded, anxiety written all over her pretty little face. ‘No, no my dear. You would only have a baby if I spend my seed right inside the secret place. The desire to have gay sex kept gnawing at me though. So after a few more failed attempts I semi-gave up on the idea. I was driving through the gay nightclub area of town one day and drove by a leather store. My fetish got the best of me so I went in. I browsed through all kinds of erotic sections of leather clothing but what got me was the form fitting jumpsuit with the zipper that ended at the small of the back. It looked like a combination motorcycle jacket and pants. I was so turned on by.