& I really needed answers at the time. I'm extremely athletic, in shape & what people call "str8-acting" - but it was always who I was -- never an "act". I'm also pretty good looking (voted "best looking" by my class in the 07 yearbook). My 'cover-story' was that my GirlFriend lived in the next town over & that I was a private person about my personal life. Everyone bought the story -probably because nobody would have guessed that I was "into guys"; --Except for the guys who knew 1st-hand (& they weren't talking)!
And -like g0ys is about: Being with another guy wasn't ever anything I considered cheap or casual. I think that's one of the advantages of having to watch what you say: You don't talk sh!t about what you did with "Billy" over the weekend in some stupid effort to impress someone. Thoughtful & discrete are the rules of engagement. The whole G0YDAR thing paid off - BIG time.
http://g0ys.org/g0ydar.htm
I've got to say though -- that it paid off the fastest when a buddy would get sh!t-faced drunk (in college - yeah - sure - college) & end up with me in whatever circumstances I could arrange; --Usually a place to stay to sober up, stay out of trouble or a "ride back" somewhere (usually ending up at my place). Oh, before and during college -- I lived in the carriage house behind my parents main house. Dad is an MD, & Mom a realtor; --So I was a privileged kid -at least some would say (but my parents didn't hand out money without me earning it). The carriage house was awesome because it really gave me privacy. My parents are sorta liberal -so I supposed they figured that I might want to bring females home on occasion). Bringing guys back wasn't what they had in mind -at least for my privacy's sake. Being quiet - until I knew the person - many thought me shy. Good cover.
My 1st time was with a senior - a lacrosse buddy who'd managed to get himself plastered & needed a ride at a party some friends were having for my
Locking my legs around his & pinning his arms so that his left was behind his back- held in place by my left-hand, -while his right-arm was pinned beneath me.
He didn't know what was going on until I began to tickle him -and this guy was as ticklish as he was helplessly drunk. He was one of those guys who can't make any noise while he's laughing insanely. It just comes out as laugh-panted air. Being too drunk to offer any real resistance other than arching his back & straining with muscles that he couldn't get to full strength because of the booze paralyzing his brain -- I gently tickle-tortured him until all the sweat was back
(& then some) & he was too exhausted to do anything other than laugh
& plead helplessly as I probed out where it drove him the most insane. When I got his legs bent at the knees so that I could reach his bare feet while still restraining his upper body,
- I made the guy laugh until he was laugh-crying. I've never met another guy -not even till this day- who had feet that ticklish. They were so ticklish that they dripped sweat profusely while I scratched his soles & tormented his sexy toes. I've never experienced another guy (in response to having his feet tickled) plead in
such hysterical-air-laughed
whispers to "Sssstoh-stoh-stoppp! Pleeeeessssseeeee!" The guy was as ticklish as a kid
-but in a beefy-stud's body with the endurance of an athlete (a nice gauge to
use in prolonging the event). Finally, I relaxed my hold on him -allowing him to straighten his legs
& catch a few deep breaths -punctuated with drunken-chuckles and suspicions that the torture might resume without notice. He laughed some in anticipation as I
rolled him onto his back & then rolled on top of him -crotch to crotch, pec2pec with my legs wrapped around his -holding them together at the knees. Wrapping both arms around his sweaty & exhausted muscular torso, -- I used my position to grind my crotch into his -using my erection to
coax his to attention. The 1st 30 seconds or so were blurry in his mind as to what was going on.
The reflexes from his genitals soon told his booze-conquered-brain that whatever was going on felt really, really good.
He wrapped both of his arms around my back and he began to groan in seduction's pleasure as his manhood began to
inflate & respond to mine with a series of prolonged reflexive contractions
as his balls filled his firing chamber with manseed. 
Because I'd been turned-on for a while already -- I was drizzling prejizz all over his mantool -causing a pool of slickness to form beneath & between them. He
must have begun leaking manslick too because it was getting pretty slippery down there -fast. In my mind's eye
-I could visualize what was going on from what I felt. And what I felt was his raging hardon -slicked up & stiffening beneath mine with his
the head of his luv-probe beginning to poke past his skinhood into a warm, smothering bath of lubricating
man-sauce -intensifying the sensation & leading toward the inevitable.
Above all, -- I knew was that what we had just shared meant something -
important to our friendship (& I also knew was that there was at least one other guy in school who
dealt with similar feelings as me). This g0ys thing & all the reading had become a reality
that night in 2005 (off the page & into my life - real)! And
a note: If I had chosen to come out as "gay" earlier & joined
the GS Alliance in school, --my parents would have supported me. However
--what I read on the g0ys site prior to making a decision had given me the
"head's up" about the anti-masculine attitudes & lifestyles that
were accepted into the "gay male community". One of the guys
who ran the GSA reminded me of "Aunt Bea" on those Nicko reruns of
Andy Griffith. Yeah - Aunt Bea with a d!ck - just who I wanted to role model
after (not). I decided that IF I was going to announce my feelings,
-that it was gonna be as a g0y & kick "gay" to the curb. Now,
back to our story... 
Being
that I was stone-sober & generally wide awake, about an hour later
when I felt that 'stirring' in my groin again, -I filled the roman-tub to about
2/3ds of the way with hot water - just barely temperate enough to get in
to. Tony was way too passed out to respond as I uncovered him & gently
lifted him up -taking him into the bathroom & stepping into the tub (My
Roman tub has a safety-bottom that never gets slippery. Never carry anyone onto a
surface that might be slick. You could both get injured -even killed).
I managed to get us both into the deep tub. I had Tony positioned across me -
face down on my chest with a leg across mine. Touching the
"jets" control with the air-mix set to "on" created a wall
of thick suds that oozed up around us & fell back over us - covering us in
an insulating blanket of thick foam that made a continuous sound of bubbles
breaking as hundreds per second popped as the water left them. There were
millions -so the foam would last a while. The motion of being moved &
the feel of the hot water had caused Tony to stir some & groan as I ran my
hands over his neck, back & upper glutes in a firm massage. The soap
had lots of vitamin E in it so it was an excellent exfoliate -proven by the
occasional need to slosh warm water over Tony's back as I abraded his epidermis
with the combination of the massage & the scrubbing bubbles. Honestly,
I had never been one to care about what was in soap -- except that I had read
where vitamin E in concentration helps get rid of dead skin like crazy &
helps keep BO under tight control. And soaking in the stuff will literally
let you rub the callous off your feet with bare hands. Intense. So, I gave Tony
a slow body-wide massage combined with abrading the top layer of skin off
him. He was just awake enough to groan continuously in appreciation.
The biggest challenge was positioning him so his face stayed well above the
water line as I moved him around limb-by-limb. Finally all that was left
to do was his cock'n-balls. By this time, he was on facing upward -partially
draped across me -with his head cradled on my left pec/shoulder area.
Because of the wall of foam on top of us -- I couldn't actually see much of him -just his
head/neck & upper chest via the large air hole cut in the foam. I
moved his arms so that his forearms & below were beneath him -held behind
him by his weight & barriered by the tub side & my body -beneath him at
an angle. I reached up onto the tub lip & squeezed a handful of
soap from the dispenser. Holding the soap in my hand for a few seconds
beneath the hot water to warm it, -I eventually moved it to Tony's groin -where
I slicked up his large, relaxed manparts. As I stroked his uncut cock
-working the soap around on the surface, -he began to groan deeply & his
hefty erection formed within a minute of starting the process. Tony opened
his mouth to grab more air as I continued to tender his slippery dick.
Beads of sweat were running down his face continuously as he panted &
groaned in response to the feelings at his nads. In no time, he was so
hard that it was evident by feel that his hood was fully pulled back -exposing
his tender head to the gentle wiles of my soapy stroking. Lightly sliding
my thumb & forefingers around his exposed glans was causing him to groan
more intensely & arch his back as his dick throbbed & loaded itself to
complete business. In a smooth motion, I rolled him over on top of me -
face down - navel2navel & wrapping arms & legs around him -slid my
manshaft along the length of his -causing him to shudder in my hug & release
a simultaneous deep groan followed immediately by the globes of his athletic
arse becoming rubberized steel. His groans had a frantic timbre to them as
his stiff body began to convulse about once a second -- in time with the waves
of pleasure being liberated with our copious nutt. Eventually his spasticity
dissipated & the convulsions at his balls ceased, -leaving him satiated,
asleep -but overheated in my hug -under a blanket of warm foam floating in hot
water . Kicking
the drain - the unmistakable sound of water moving thru pipes could be heard
-followed by the sound of suds being pulled into the vortex created by the water
as it spiraled away. As if on cue, Tony let a deep sigh followed by an
unmistakable feeling of a hot jet of water at our compressed groins.
"Considering the circumstances, I can't find fault with you for doing
that.", I thought out loud. "At least you waited for the drain
to be pulled...", I continued with a grin. I relaxed my dick and
followed suit. "There, - got you back...", I smiled as the water in
the tub finally fell below my haunches.
I
awoke about 2 hours later to the feel of a muscular man-stud grogilly shifting
his weight around on top of me as he reflexively moved in his sleep. My hands
& feet were prune-skin. No doubt -he was the same. Rolling him
onto his back - off me to the side, - I reached down & took his right ankle
in my hand & with my other, I rubbed along the bottom of his foot where the calluses
are. A few firm, abrasive rubs & the feel of the disconnected skin was
unmistakable. Tony moaned softly as I did both of his feet -removing a
substantial amount of excess sole from each. What remained was what was
necessary. Opening the drain & turning the water back on, -I set it to
shower mode & a warm indoor rain washed everything away & left us clean
enough to lick whipped cream (or something) from.
Since
Tony was still out of it & I was still tired, --I decided to move back to my
bed & take him along. Carrying him around in the buff was something I
didn't mind. His body was an art show of muscle, symmetry & masculine
secondary sex traits. He was like a full course meal that could only be
assimilated one lick, kiss & caress at a time -- all on a plate that never
ran out.