As we approached more people, Rachel’s grip on my hand got tighter and tighter. There was a group of young guys, about 8 or so sitting and drinking ...and they all turned as we got closer. Rachel paused for a moment and I thought she was about to turn and run. Her grip got so tight that I thought my hand would be crushed. She gave my hand a tug and whispered let’s go and she walked on past the guys. They followed her very movement.After passed them, I asked her how she was doing and she told me. We've known each other like forever."Jerome looked the two young men over as he shook Sam's hand. Sam andSean were cut from the same cloth. Mid 20s, thin, in gym shape, neatlyput together. Typical young urban gay men.Sean had latched onto Jerome at the gym, where he seemed to be fixatedon Jerome's thick muscles and angular frame. Jerome found Sean'sattention amusing, and did not discourage him. Soon Sean was timing hisworkouts so he could catch a glimpse or two of Jerome in the lockerroom,. Anyway, everything is going to the rubbish tip," she said with a tear forming in both eyes.As the woman said I was a bit too young to start, but four years later I began in earnest. Slowly, I started putting on bulk and the teases and taunts got less and less as I started to tower over all the boys in school. I wasn't the only one who gained by my build, my sister was left alone.I said earlier the only time I saw my father was at mealtimes; we had to be standing behind our chairs, dressed for. This incredibly exciting smell of yours, your gorgeously sweet smile. A fleeting touch was enough and my excitement knew no limits. I was not used to that at all. With all the women before you, it was never like that.I remember the many summer evenings in your old attic flat that felt like a sauna on hot days. On one of these evenings a thunderstorm gathered over the adjacent cornfields. The air was flickering like in the Sahara. All the windows were wide open, we could feel the electricity of.