Getting released from the hospital took less time than I expected. Sondra and Sienna walked me out, where I found Jeanette waiting to take me home. I ...was weak, but not helpless, and I looked forward to working out a schedule that allowed me to get myself into some kind of shape. My height might be insurmountable, but I didn’t need to remain sixty-nine pounds for the rest of my life.I had a chance to think of all the implications of being free of the hospital and heading back to Ross’ home, as. Then I tighten my tie and walk into the palace dressed to the nines, my cock already swelling in anticipation. I usually walk around the racks and shelves at first, getting comfortable and checking out whichever guys are sizing me up, wondering who might have potential for fun. I don't go down on guys or let them go down on me and its very rare that I'll even let a guy jerk me off. I'm extremely discreet and careful. But I love to fantasize.I will stand looking at the porn magazines, flipping. "He can'tpossibly be fucked up the arse or it'll make him so much less of a man.Well guess what? It's too late for that honey!!"It's one of those things, being called a homophobe. Like being called aracist when you aren't. The sheer act of defending yourself from theallegation is like a concession of guilt.So I am silent.As a former heterosexual male I'd never given any real heed to anal sex.It just wasn't something I was into. I understood it was a necessary oroptional source of pleasure for. When he turnedhe saw Jessica sitting up in bed looking over at Matt with theweirdest look on her face. She glanced at Ben and then back toMatt. "Why am I looking at myself sleep? Who are you and what areyou doing?" Jessica looked down briefly. "Oh my God! Why am IJessica? What the..." She was talking a mile a minute.Ben spoke up, "Just a second, I'll try to explain. Matt, I knowthat is you. Right now you look like Jessica. This is Ben. I looklike Shelli from Hooters. I think the old hag next.