In the first part of my story, I explained my long string of failures with women. I also told how I had stumbled into a gay bar and was seduced by an elegant and successful older man. I ended up su I grew up hungry in the poorest corner of Cretan City, a tragedy of fallen potential called Farsky. Originally intended to be the next big project, a hub of cultural significance, the largest grant funding the would-be arts district had mysteriously di Chad and I were in no mood to talk to Brody right then.

This story is meant to be hot and tell you what really happened. I met Bobby in college, when he was a sophomore and I was a senior. At 19, he was a skinny athletic boy whose sharp features and handsome face made him very popular with women. His skater hair and incredible eyes could have put him in an Abercrombie catalog. He could have just about anyone of them he wanted. When I met him, he was an RA in the dorm next to mine.

Collision A short tale of two promiscuous men Two straight guys learn that they aren"t as straight as they thought. Some things from the past come out in the light of their campfire

My shocked look at him quickly vanished as I realized he was leaning in to kiss me. His lips were succulent and firm; not to thin and not to large. Just right.