. the smell of his manly sweat, especiallyafter his visits to the gym and it aroused me sexually. But I controlledmyself and used to masturbate when h...e wasn't around. Though my now tinypenis never got a hard on, it at least gave me some pleasure when Irubbed it. I used to think of other men like my former friends or actorswhile I masturbated. I looked at it as just another avenue to let outthe sexual steam that builds up within me. When I spoke about this tothe psychologist, she rebuked me by. Should I just leave this as a fantasy? I'm a middle aged guy with a slight ponch and thinning hair. What if no one was even interested in me. That would be devastating.But I gathered up my thoughts and figured, "If nothing happened, at least I would know."As I walked in, I showed the doorman my ID and noticed my hand was shaking.I went straight to the bar and ordered a beer to calm my nerves.About a half hour went by as I sat watching people dance, talk, laugh and have fun. I stared at my drink. I smile as I contemplate a job well done - and this is just the beginning.I lie back on the bed, pull your nakedness against mine, full-length. I kiss and bite at your throat, play with your hard nipples. My voice against your ear is a deep, raspy growl: "Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you." Behind you, Cherry fits her body to yours; you can feel her soft breasts against your back and her hands come around to fondle your tits as I kiss you deeply, my tongue probing your wet mouth, tasting my. ” She looked at Jeremy. “Well, yeah. I mean…” She stopped. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay to love him. The important thing to recognize is that the love you feel for Kevin is not the same love you feel for Jeremy.” She looked at Jeremy and her face softened. “I guess it’s not.” “But, you still feel tenderness, caring, and a desire for Kevin, right?” “Yeah,” she replied. “All that.” “At the same time, you wouldn’t leave Jeremy to be with Kevin, would you?” “I might be tempted. But, no. I want.