"You're such a prude... guys do that for each other all the time," he said for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Yeah-- gay guys do that all the time..." I said with a smile.
"You know what? You're a real prick-tease..." he continued.
"How do you figure that?" I asked.
"Because whenever I'm near you I get a hard-on and you won't do anything about it," he answered. "You could at least be a good friend and give me a handjob."
"Johnny, I know you're embarrassed and confused by your feelings, but all I'm asking is for you to do for me what you did for a complete stranger...I'm going to turn off the lamp—sometimes it's easier to find courage in the dark," he said then reached over and flipped off the only light in the room.
He put his arm around me and stroked my shoulders. His other hand massaged my breasts and gently rolled my nipples in his fingers. A shiver ran up and down my spine; my nipples became
We stood naked before a large mirror in his bathroom. I studied my reflection while Richard ran hot water over a washcloth. Moments earlier we had given each other handjobs as we sat on his living room couch. I had willingly stroked a man's erection and allowed him to do the same for me.
I didn't appear any different in the mirror but I knew I had suddenly changed. The feel of his hand caressing my private parts had been wonderful, but mostly I thought of the heat and firmness of
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