Sleep'n like a Rock

Since discovering this site, I've been able to put a lot of things in context.  Any G0YS out there who grew up surrounded by religious conservatism on one side with "Bubba's Bigots" pressing hard from the other ... know a few things.  The first thing is that neither side has any answers that work and both sides pretend that they do.  Ironically: both sides promote the same solution to the "gay" problem - but articulate it differently when putting it into words.  And, both side have members who are so "6" on the Kinsey scale that if there was a "7", they'd be there!  De'nile isn't just a river in Egypt.

I was born & raised in a part of the country where both groups had set up 'camp' - & both groups had members that frequented between the two.  I had a sister a few years older than me who happened to be a tomboy.  I ended up having her teach me all kinds of guy things before I was 5 years old.  It was kinda kewl in a way.  To this day I'm not sure that I would have fit in OK if it hadn't been for her.  All I know is that when life began to get complicated enough that you wished you acted differently, I didn't need to wish. By the time I was 13, I knew for sure that I was into guys.  It wasn't a realization I took well.  I kept waiting for things to change -- to outgrow the phase (just like the encyclopedia said many guys do). 

Because of my early years with sis as a surrogate role model, - I was into sports, and I was a 'natural".  I think being a 'natural' happens when at a young age your older sister begins to toss nerf footballs at you until you learn to: Deflect, dodge, catch & return volley!  I have no memory of these early skills, but someone had the unction to videotape it -- so I suppose the images say it all.  What's so funny is that on one of these tapes, there is a knock at the door (behind me).  In walks the UPS delivery guy who is drop dead handsome; and there I am, sitting on the floor staring at the guy like I'm hypnotized, when WhAM!; -- Sis's incoming football rolls me.   Most people who see that tape see a little kid getting clobbered with a football almost as big as he is.  I watch that tape & the eternal question of "Nature or Nurture" swings heavily to favor the "Nature' side of the argument! Anyway, by junior high school, I was into it all: Baseball, football, soccer, swimming, & wrestling later on !  Did I mention swimming?

Being on the swim team presents a unique challenge & opportunity when you're a guy into other guys.  Being fairly intelligent, by the time I knew I was into guys, I was also into not letting anyone know that I was into guys.  Anyway, to the guys that I found attractive, I didn't want to do the 'things' that were shown in the "alternative" sections of several of the dirty magazines I had pilfered out of the neighbor's recycling bin.  See, it seemed pretty simple in my mind: the only thing that ever came out of my ass was shit.  I found it smelly, disgusting & as we learned in history class -- it could kill people if sewer & water systems weren't kept isolated.  When a question on my history exam asked for several causes of mass death in industrial nations during the 18th century ... the teacher accepted my answer. "Rats, migrants who were carriers of disease, & the fact that people didn't know better than to drink the water they took their dumps in.".  No sir ... I didn't care at all for shit & I think history proves my instincts on the subject were sound.  This may seem an odd subject until you realize that the "gay" parts of lots of pubs made it seem that guys who were into other guys for some reason had a thing for shit ... like they got off in it (this is probably because the photos in the mags I had showed these guys getting off in it -- while it was still in another guys ass).  I really don't know who started the shit-play'n fad, but it seems that a cartoon I cut out of the paper said it all.  See, There is a Far Side cartoon showing a pasture dotted with several cows grazing lazily. At the pasture's center, one of the cows is standing. With a look of sudden, indignant realization he exclaims, "Hey, wait! This is grass! We've been eating grass!".  It's a total riot, - really with the eyes of the cow bulging out as the reality of what their all doing hits home!  It's total irony -- considering that how many million cows "just do it"?  Ya know: Just following the herd <pun>.
Well, herd on not: If shit-play was what being "gay" was about ... then I certainly couldn't be THAT!  Well, that left one thing...I was a guy who was into "dudes" who wasn't gonna play in the dirty shit that gays ... "FAGS"... did!  Since at the time, I didn't know anyone else like me ... I must have been the only guy on the planet who felt like that (or so I thought).  The problem was ... I couldn't tell anyone I was "into guys" .. because they'd probably begin to say I was "gay"; and then people would think I was into playing with other guy's asses & shit!  Man, I couldn't have that!  I did really like some of my buds ... but I didn't want to do the things to them that I saw in so many "gay" ads.  After many hours of deep meditation on the subject ... I decided that I wasn't gay; And I knew I wasn't straight either.  But, to look straight (so nobody would accuse me of wanting to phuck my buds or eat their asses out; -- I'd have to date some girls).  If I stuck to the "nice" girls -- like the ones that went to those churches where even if you look at a boy --- they say you're gonna burn...I figured I'd be safe.  Did I mention I was into swimming too?

I was in great shape for my age & genetics helped me lots.  Dad had some fitness equipment that he kept in the basement by my room, so I walked by it everyday for years.  When I was 12, it dawned on me that I should give it a try.  At the same time, I was winding into puberty.  I got a subscription to Muscle mags; -- Set up several routines; & plastered my walls with great looking studs from the mags (which you can do when you work out, & people won't think you're gay).  I had a few friends who started working out with me and we all chipped in & got a few more weight sets, benches & odds 'n ends.  Most of 'em didn't take it really seriously ... but my friend "Rock" who was on swim team & the football team with me, really became a steady lifting partner.  Rock was 11 when he started lifting & he was pretty scrawny too.  He wasn't a "cute" kid;  -- had kinda big eye sockets & a body of parts that didn't seem to want to grow at the exact same pace..  He didn't seem to gain mass either ... but just got real wi'ry.  He was strong though ... like the two little muscles he had were on loan from an ant or something.  One of Rock's best traits was the he was positive -- always seeing the good in something.  He always made comments like he thought I was getting bigger -- even the very next day after a workout.  He did worry out loud that he wasn't growing like I was after about 6 months into working out.  I gotta confess ... for 13, I was a machine.  When my friends would come over, we'd work out & then get wrestling around.  I wore a jock underneath because I'd always get them pinned & get a major stiffy in the process.  I had some great friends ... Dan, Rob, Irv & we were lots like brothers.  I'm not totally sure, but it seemed like every once in a while, I'd get them pinned down & see what looked like a hard-on in their pants...but I never grabbed them or anything to find out -- cause they might figure out I was into guys & begin to say I was gay & then I'd lose all my friends & probably have to leave town...

About 3 months from turning 13, Rock (scrawny as ever) told me he had pubes beginning to grow in ... like it was a news event or something.  Not thinking at the time, I flashed him by cock'n-balls which had a fine coat of fur & hung pretty damn low for a guy 4 months from 14.  Rock had the strangest expression on his face as his expression fell into frustration.  He said that he just didn't think he was ever gonna grow up & maybe he should just quit working out & cut sports.  By this time, I knew I'd humiliated him & told him that guys mature at different speeds & he'd catch up -- & I'd help him make the most of it.  Why, we were almost a year apart & look how far I'd come in a year!  It was really all the reassurance Rock needed & his attitude swung back to positive.  Good 'ol Rock!

Well, a few more months passed & something came over Rock (called puberty).  The guy was changing -- fast.  The kewlest thing was that I took pictures of us every week to document muscle growth and always in the same 6 poses.  I even had marks on the floor so we knew where to stand & the camera (Dad's 35mm) was always on a fixed mount against the far wall.  Going over the pics was a real eye opener.  It was the pics of Rock though that were the most profound.  At the rate he was changing, I thought for sure that someday he was just gonna sprout wings & go off to complete stage 4 of some alien lifecycle.  The guy ate all the time & was never full.  Restaurant's w. buffets feared him.   Rock grew 6 inches over the next year and never had an ounce of fat on him.  Every muscle rippled under his skin -- even when he chewed the muscles in his jaws & forehead crawled around.  My friends kinda made fun of him because of that -- but I think they were kinda jealous.  See, Rocks muscles were getting bigger & his face was changing dramatically.  If you've ever wondered if a kid that is not good looking can turn into a good look'n dude, -- lemme tell ya: IT HAPPENS!  I have the photographs to prove it!  Of course, I wasn't chopped liver.

At 14 and a freshman -- things change.  In Jr. high, "dating" meant holding hands on the school bus.  All my old "gf's" had gone to other schools & some of my friends had too.  I was in a private school & about the only guy I knew was ... Rock.  On my first day of high school, one of sister's friends saw me and in awestruckness -- she fell down a flight of stairs.  According to my sister, - her friend "Lisa" found me stunning with one of those handsome guys faces what look just a little bit dangerous.  I guess she was right ;-)  Anyhow, the word got around that I was a real lady-killer & a completely unfounded reputation began to grow at once.  Rock was still in mid metamorphosis -- so if you were to look at pictures of us taken together over a few weeks time -- you might thing Rock was more than one guy instead of the same dude in each pic.  Anyhow, I was Rock's big brother figure & he was a major asset in my emotional support dept.  In Rock's eyes, I could do no wrong.  He was a good sidekick to have around.  He also began to get interested in medical stuff with big words & charts of whole body systems.  He told me he was going into sports medicine on account of that I got him interested in the subject. 

It wasn't long after that Rock began to quote trivia about medicine -- mostly when working out.  He'd recall some fact that was supposed to make workouts better.  This is when he discovered something called "superslow".  Superslow is a technique of doing a rep very slow -- just like the name.  You take this approach because about 80% of the muscle is made of slow-twitch fiber -- which works it better.  Well, I was almost 15 & he was 14 when we started superslow.  The beginning of Semester 2, - my sophmore year, the results of that superslow muscle blasting paid off.  And Rock ... he had turned into the most handsome butterfly (stings like a bee) you'd ever run across.  He was my height -- not quite as bulked ... but so ripped that he looked like one of the muscle charts we had hanging in the weight room.  I made 1st string on every team I joined that year & the seniors all gave me respect.  Most people thought that Rock & I were brothers cause of the way we were always giving each other a hand & arguing over little stuff without it affecting the big picture of our relationship. 

Actually, we were closer than brothers but to explain how, I'm gonna back up a bit.  See, since Rock started in on the sports medicine thing & the superslow was proof that the guy knew what he was talking about; -- & well, we'd gotten a lot closer.  It started after we'd been wrestling around & I managed to crank my head up against the weights pretty good (guess that's why they call them dumbbells).  I strained my neck pretty bad & thought I might need to ice it.  That's when Rock came up behind me & began to probe the sore area with his fingers and ask me questions about the pain (was it shooting, stinging, aching, burning, etc).  After a few questions, he gave me a couple of aspirin and begin to massage it.  I had to admit that it felt really good to be touched & by someone I trusted.  I mean, I knew that Rock wasn't a fag -- he talked about girls at school as much as I did (of course, I was never serious -- but he didn't know that).  I also had to admit that Rock had turned out real good - from being an ugly duckling into the swan thing.  After massaging on me for a few minutes, Rock told me to take a quick hot shower to loosen the tension in it & he'd check it when I got done.  Well, my folks weren't home (visiting relatives) & while I was in the shower downstairs, I noticed the water temperature kept changing, but I didn't think much about it.  As it turns out, after I got out & wrapped a towel around me, -  I discovered that Rock had used the shower upstairs to clean up.  He was sitting on the side of my bed in a  towel wrap like mine (it was mine ;-) & motioned for me to sit.  As I did, he wiggled around behind me so that his knees & lower legs went around me.  He began to massage my neck where it was sore & asked if it felt good.  I told him it did & he kept rubbing.  I lowered my head & leaned back into him putting my hands under each of his knees where the grip was most comfortable.  It was so relaxing that I couldn't keep my eyes open.  Although, through partly opened eyes, I scoped out Rocks bare legs & feet each off to it's own side of me.  He had really strong legs & all the little tendons & muscles were visible when he'd move -- even the slightest little bit.  His feet were perfect guy feet with fairly wide soles for good weight distribution & toes that were just the right shape & length.  Perfect symmetry -- just like the charts on the weight room wall.  Even the guys toenails were groomed just right.  At least they weren't painted ;-)

Anyhow, Rock's massage which had started at my neck moved down onto my arms & occasionally over onto my chest.  It really hammered me & I kept nodding off.  Rock said that it looked like I was about to pass out & should lay down.  He got up & turned off the light as I stripped to the raw & got into bed.  I thought that he was probably going to go home or go sleep in the guest room or get something to eat, but he shut the door & asked if I'd like to be 'pounded on' a little more.  I told him it felt really good, (but part of me really wanted him to stay near me, touching me).  I told him that if I fell asleep he could stay or do whatever he wanted .. (cause we were best friends & all; & my home was his home, etc).  I'm pretty sure I heard his towel fall to the carpet.  I was on my side & the blankets moved off me & then back on as he climbed into bed beside me.  Then his right hand touched my back & slid up toward my neck.  I groaned a little because it felt really good & as he massaged out the pain, my mind kept wandering to the fact that my stud-buddy Rock was naked, in my bed & was massaging me.  My cock kept wanting to spring up, but the massage felt so good it kept the erotic thoughts from clearly taking shape in my mind.  I kept drifting to sleep to be reawakened each time Rock would move me some in massaging.  My dick must have gotten hard & soft 10 times over the duration of Rock's rubb'n.  Also, he kept widening the area he was massaging -- from my neck, down to my back ... but also my scalp (man, that felt good).  Then down over my naked ass -- but it felt so good I didn't care because Rock was my friend & he for sure wasn't into asses & shit or anything.  When Rock began to massage my feet, I thought I was in heaven it felt so good.  His muscular grip put lots of pressure into the massage & all I could do was groan at how good it felt.  Then he did the other foot & it was heaven all over again.  I would have been so horny, but the massage drove it out of me as I drifted in & out of consciousness. 

Rock told me to roll onto my back & as I did, he began to massage back up my legs.  Joking around, I asked him to marry me because I needed to feel this good every day.  Rock laughed & kept the powerful massage moving up.  After he got up past my knees, he swung his body so that he was sitting on my knees but kneeling so that his legs were taking most of the weight.  His massage was slow & firm with occasional light strokes on my skin.  As he got closer to my cock, I began to get concerned that he might feel my raging hard-on & think I was a fag, so I pretended to drift off to sleep & added some soft snoring into my breathing every now & then.  But there were a million thoughts in my mind -- all relating to how good it felt to be treated like this & how good his weight pressing down on my legs felt & the knowing that my best bud, -- a cut work of sculptured flesh was within the reach of my hands.  When Rock reached my groin, his massage became much more gentle as he did the insides & outsides of my legs -- lifting my thigh muscles from underneath & rubbing them with his other hand.  As I feigned sleeping, his hands moved up the inner sides of my legs and where they connected to my pelvis, Rock gently pushed my balls aside & massaged the large connecting tendons on the tender parts of my groin.  I had never been treated so gently or cared for so intimately by anyone; -- & I realized in that moment that I honestly loved Rock.  (Because I had been so concerned about what people think "fags" do; --I had blocked out of my mind the possibility of ever being with another dude - because I feared that people who didn't know any better might confuse the warm intimacy of my relationship with the gross things that everyone said 'fags' did.  This sole (or was it "soul") experience with Rock was changing that, though.) 

Because it was pitch black in my room,  feel was his only means of Rock navigating.  As Rock's hands moved upward toward my abs, he steered clear of my crotch.  At the same time, I was pretty overwhelmed with the new feelings of love I had inside for this best friend who had always been there to encourage me & wasn't put-off or disgusted w. the male body at all -- my body.  I'm glad the lights were off because I had big streams of tears flowing down each side of my face.  When Rocks hands finally did touch my penis, it was pretty flaccid (I guess concentrating to choke back tears will make a dick deflate pretty quick).  Rock gently repositioned it,  - pointing it downward & resting between my balls, as he continued the massage of my abs, & then up to my pecs. When he reached my pecs, he had to move up some in order to retain his balance.  This meant he slid up so that he was kneeling - as before, - but his butt was now on my upper thighs.  I continued to feign sleeping.

As Rock leaned forward to rub my shoulders, that's when I felt it -- something warm & firm lowered onto my southward pointing cock.  When he sat back up, it lifted.  He leaned forward to do my neck and down it came again & I felt it move just a little, like a twitch.  Could it be?  Was my friend turned on?  He leaned forward a little more & began to lightly scratch my scalp & as he did, the weight of the warm hard object seemed greater.  I was sure of it.  Rock was living up to his nickname -- at least with me.  As he lightly massaged my scalp, my cock was beginning to inflate fast.  As it did, it began to point out & then slowly up grazing the side of Rock's erection in one continuous pulse driven motion.  As my penis slid along his, Rock's whole body shuddered a little bit and his massage on my scalp seemed to lose direction.  Finally, Rocks hands slowed to a stop & I could feel them imprint high up on the pillow on each side of my head as they took more of his weight.  I hoped that I hadn't soaked the pillow with a puddle of tears.  It must have been 30 seconds until I felt some hair brush the right side of my face and then an ear.  The heft of Rock's inflated penis set heavy enough on my balls so I was absolutely sure what it was.  His face set softly beside mine & I could feel his warm breath coming in labored puffs.  I wondered what I would do if I was in his place -- naked over my best friend's sleeping naked body -- someone I loved.  I'd probably be asking God is this was as close as we'd ever get.  I'd probably be scared shitless that he'd wake up & beat the tar out of me.  I'd want him so badly to reel me in & I'd probably never believe it if he felt the same way.  Compassion & depression...love & despair: What a horrible myrrh to live with the scent of.. 

It takes a lot of energy & muscle power to hover over another person for a long time.  Rock stayed in the position for several minutes with his face against mine occasionally caressing my cheek with his.  I wondered what he must be thinking & feeling to want to be so close without intruding.  I suspected it was the same thing I was feeling -- the thing that wanted him to relax into it.  Eventually, I could feel the fibrillations in his tiring muscles shake the bed as they fatigued & intermittently stopped supporting him.  His breathing was getting harder & he was beginning to shift his weight.  I knew if I did nothing, I might lose this moment for - how long?  When would my parents be gone again so that Rock could be here at the right time?  When would I strain my neck next;   - the next time he was around (How would that look)?  Was I gonna let this guy -- a friend whom I had decided over the last 15 minutes would be worth cutting my heart out & giving it to if he needed one; -- Was I gonna let this end here?  I knew what he was feeling; -- His dick was still saying it! 

Gently & without making Rock aware of my motion, I lifted both of my arms way out & only when I knew Rock couldn't sit up without being in my hug, did I bring my arms in around him.  He flinched some when my hands gently came down on his back.  He froze & I mumbled as if still stuperous: "Hey bro, I really like the feel of your weight on me.  Just stretch out & relax, OK buddy.".  With my left hand gently rubbing along his back.  I moved my right down by his left knee.  Positioning it under his knee, I lifted some & pushed back.  Rock complied by straightening his leg so that it no longer supported him and adjusted his foot so that it was no longer to the outside of my leg, but on the inside -- between my legs & near the arch of my right foot.  Switching hands, I urged his other knee back & he slid his leg straight down.  This change caused Rock's weight to shift & he was now doing a strained partial pushup over me supporting his entire body on his arms & the fronts of his feet.  I couldn't feel his penis touching me from his hovering posture so I figured he must be rock hard & pulled up tightly to his belly.  Knowing that I had him where I wanted him, I just reached back around him with my free arm & in a gentle hug, gently overcame his straining pushup, & pulled his body on top of mine so that we were chest to chest, navel to navel & sure enough -- his rock hard penis docked right beside mine with his balls resting on top of my own.  I had never felt as good or more at one with another guy in my life.  I planted a gentle kiss on Rock's neck & moved my left hand to his upper right glute & while gently rubbing, I applied some pressure pushing our pelvis's & man-equipment together more firmly.  Rock was breathing fairly hard in deep breaths & his pulse together with mine was actually making the bed pendulum some when our heartbeats would sync up just right.  

As I let my hands explore Rock's neck & back, he left out a few soft moans.  My cock was hard along beside his & we could each feel all the little pulses & twitches.  I knew it wasn't gonna be long until we shot, & I wanted Rock to feel good afterward so I told him: "I want you to relax & enjoy this Bro.  It's totally awesome by me - because I love ya man.".  Rock's face rubbed against me a little harder and I could feel his young stubble on mine as he pushed his arms under & around my shoulders in an embrace.  I hugged him back forcing our bodies tighter together.  I sync'd my breathing with his so that when he inhaled, I was exhaling & vice-versa.  Our tummies moved together in sync with the little hairs along our pleasure trails gently holding us together as if it was velcro make out of  male passion. Some more slow caresses & I could feel Rock's cock hop some beside mine.  It was such a turn on, mine throbbed back in response as if to say "pleasure to meet you".  I gasped a deep breath & tried to think about something else other than the fact my dick seemed to be on auto pilot taking me along for the ride.  Because we were so connected with each other, I guess my gasp must have been a major turn on for Rock because I could feel his left foot which was beside mine begin to twitch some as his toes spread as he rubbed against my foot.  At the same time, I could feel a volly of little muscle twitches making his penis twitch some -- not like the hard contractions when a guy shoots his wad, but more like the little ones you get along the way to the big event.  Anyhow, Rock's dick was just kinda trembling beside mine & he began to make little whimpering noises.  Because we were docked, I could feel all the little tremors as they radiated along his shaft - telegraphed directly into mine.  This was the most erotic thing I could imagine -- my friends cock, like the quivering lip of someone about to lose emotional composure - circling around the perimeter of an orgasm like a basketball that just keeps circling a hoop on the edge after being thrown..  This heavenly torment was of my making -- holding him on the edge with his fingers & toes stiff and twitching just like his cock was: - I helped him get to this point & he had come here to be with me -- holding back his nutt until I was committed to shoot with him.  I suddenly got very hard & I could feel the base of my dick get really full.  His hug tightened   I hugged him back tighter, arched my back sliding my engorged luv-missle against his & whispered "I'm gonna shoot luv all over you Bro".  His whimpers turned into a gasp, a groan & I felt his dick suddenly enlarge to full mast as his ass tightened.  Almost in perfect harmony, our cocks began shooting spurt after hott spurt of luv creme in quick step with the other (1st his, then mine, then his, then mine) -- each volley of cum squeezed out powerfully from deep within our balls, and each strong pulse which propelled the shot was felt in the mating cock of the other.  The hot streamers of his nutt met with mine; & mixed into a warm tummy-wetting glue (not a glue that bonds things together, but a glue that bonds souls).  We came harder & way longer than any dream or JO session;  -- &  each of us relaxed into the other savoring all the little residual cum-spurts & cock throbs that happen after the initial groan-getting volley. 

After all the little cock twitches had stopped & things begin to relax up, I let out a big sigh of relief & while cuddling him, told Rock that this had been the most incredible experience I'd ever had with a dude; & that I was so glad it was with a dude who I loved more than a brother.  Rock didn't say anything.  He just hugged me as I felt the tears stream down his face onto mine.  Every so often, he'd kiss my neck or my cheek.  The feel of his naked body on top of mine, plus the man-glue bonding us at the navels; -- & I knew this guy was "my guy". 

The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced: What Rock and I had together, - couldn't be "gay".  What I saw in gay advertisements for books & videos was nothing like Rock & I shared.  Those "gays" ... those shallow, shit-diddl'n, arse-fuck'n porn-sluts didn't have 10% of the compassion I'd shared with my bud.  The guy sleeping in my arms was someone I'd fight & die for; - N0T casually give some fuck'n disease.  The dude I was wrapped around had suddenly become a person I couldn't imagine living a day without.  I couldn't image hurting Rock & the very thought of it made me shudder like I was suddenly vulnerable in a new place.  I couldn't imagine who in their right mind would buy any of that dirty shit advertised in those smut magazines.  I could only conclude that it must be people very different from me & Rock ... people whom words "gay" & "fag" must be reserved for. Not us.  Whoever that stuff was marketed to was not us; & I'd not ever give up the prize I had my hands on in order to satisfy some shallow fetish.  My buddy was not a "disposable" or "casual" relationship.  I was suddenly horrified to think that some people saw others in such shallow light.

Now, this whole story may seem a round about way of making a point.  The point, however, is that like a lot of g0ys, I was sexually active with another g0y from a fairly young age & we made it through high school without either of us having ever being pegged as 'gAy'.  We both joined the military.  They didn't ask & we didn't tell -- but somebody in authority must have known something because we were always stationed together & when possible, shared quarters.  The military has an entire 'g0y' subculture, and also has lots of sick pigs on the perimeter who play with the 'gAy' element too.  You see, society is composed of all kinds.  The problem is, when people try to slap a label on everyone because of one characteristic.  That is about as fair as someone making an observation that because rapists who attack women are straight, that all straight men must be rapists.  Absurd?  Just as unfair is the belief that all men who find men attractive want to violate them anally... & yet how many times do we hear the media use the term "gay sex" to mean that very thing?  Kind of unfair to lesbians too ... don't you think?  You see my point.  A fairly high profile commander in the military was quoted as saying: "When it comes to my men & their safety; -- I'd walk through hell holding a gas can!" ... and that sentiment perhaps best describes the heart of being g0y.  Not all gay men are 'sodomites', -- & of those, many are discovering that they have been g0y all along.

As for our other adventures in school & after ... well, those are other stories.  Maybe I'll get around to putting them on paper sometime.  We actually helped a few guys come to terms with their feelings and Rock did make med school because of some military arrangement.  Sites like this one helped me come to terms with issues like theology too (Did I mention the private school we attended was a religious school?)!  So there are answers. 

Today, we have peace and after a tough day -- it's good to cuddle up with my significant other face2face, balls2balls to make slow luv'n & the most erotic messes on our abs.  I used to be a light sleeper, but since that first g0y experience in High School ... I've learned to sleep like a Rock..