. yes!I was obviously relating to the stud in the skin flick, beating my meat to the hot action wishing it was me nailing that ass ... or was I?It beg...n to dawn on me that I actually liked some of the cocks that I was watching and was it such a bad thing if I did? No it wasnt, otherwise straight guys would only watch lesbian movies! I then came to the conclusion that, like me,other guys must be occasionally appreciating the other blokes meat as well.Once I'd got that hang up out of the way it. Gardner after sleeping in the same bed for a week, I was beginning to think that there might be some outer limits to my anger, that I might be able to contain it. I found I was looking forward to tonight when I could say positive things to her, and I always meant those.If only - are there any sadder words? If only I could stop seeing images of her with those officers. I keep replaying conversations I had with those men, wondering if they ever let me hear them laughing at me, taunting me. Every. Not often, but sometimes. Ben had never beenparticularly vehemently "MALE" and he always laughed at guys who acted asif their penises were the be-all and end-all of the identities.Finally, at the last, Benjamin Blount cried for the man she had killed.He had been on the ground, disarmed and out of the fight. He was nolonger a threat. Why had she delivered a killing blow? Ben thought aboutthat and unwrapped the bar of hotel soap. Then she lathered up thewashcloth and started using it to scrub. Less than a minute later, I pulled out of him and tore off the rubber glove and tossed it into the bin.I turned him back onto his back and he had an erection.I did not flinch I reached out and took hold of it and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the girth and enjoying the heat of his cock."A few unconventional tests", I breathed, and smiled as I opened my hand to rest his dick in it. I also pointed out, I should be wearing gloves, but he felt too nice in my hand and I did not want to ruin.