When the lights are out, everyone's the same color:

We were located in the northern part of the state.  If there was one way to describe our nationalities it was: CAUCASIAN.  A high school of of over 2000 students and not one student of color.  Even the exchange students were Caucasian.   Many of the guys had never left the region & when they did, part of the story they told to the others when returning was always about seeing "real" black people.  Kinda reminded me of the response the Indians had with the first white people: "Pale face!".

That all changed near the 2nd semester of my senior year.  An exchange student from Canada arrived right before thanksgiving.  We all knew that another "Canadian" was coming, but what we weren't ready for was the fact that this guy was not quite "Caucasian".  The day Aaron ("Ace") stepped onto campus you'd thought that the 1st horseless carriage had driven past the school.  As he walked down the main drive, students began flocking to the windows, whispering & pointing.  "Ace" was "mixed".  I could see that, even as he was over 200 yards away from the main office building.  Since I was in the industrial arts building, I thought I'd take the opportunity to cut this guy off & meet the man the football coach had said was gonna be such an asset to the team.  Since the bell was gonna ring in another 235 seconds (yes, my watch was in sync), I slipped out of the shop & began walking toward the main building.  Our paths would converge at the mid point if I walked at the right speed.  I did. 

As I approached the intersection, I was able to make out details that distance had obscured.   Aaron was about the same complexion as most Mexican people of Indian decent.  His hair was cropped pretty short & had lots of curl, but not "geri".  It also had just a little bit of red barely visible -- mostly subdued with the black.  His features were heavily influenced by an African heritage, but his nose, lips & eyes were also influenced by European genes & had the hardest feature edges I'd ever seen on another dude.  It was like the lines on his face demanded the air take notice of their projection into it.   I could tell that the chicks were gonna take an interest in this dude right away.  I got closer.

"Hey, dude..." I greeted & motioned.  "You must be the new QB."  Aaron stopped & we closed the last 30 feet facing each other.  The guy was about 6' tall & probably weighed a solid 90 kg -- & not 4% body fat by the way his clothes hugged him.  Now I knew the chicks were gonna dig him.

"Hi.  Yeah ... I'm Aaron, but my friends call me 'ACE'. ", he said extending his hand.  "You don't happen to know where the main office is?", he continued smiling as I shook his hand. 

"I'll take ya there Bro.", I replied.  "My name is Cory, but my friends call me 'COR' because I play several positions on the team ... I guess they consider me a CORe player; -- Either that or 'Cory' just sounds too much like a kid's name...", I smiled.  Ace grinned looking at me.

"Well, you're no kid." , he commented.  His voice was mid-deep, gentle  & kinda disarming - with the Canadian accent that seemed a little bit like Newfoundland in origin (we'd had another exchange student from there).  "Anyway, they call me 'ACE' because"

"You're not quite Caucasian?", I said ... finishing  his sentence. 

"Well, I suppose that could be part of it ... but I was gonna say because my last name is 'ACEto'.", he grinned knowing I'd stepped in it.  I laughed & lowered my head close to him.

"Well, beat me now ... you may not get another chance to see me this humbled ever again."  I waited a few seconds & then turning my head slightly, I glanced up at him.  "No beating?", I chided.  Ace laughed.   "Don't let the blond hair & blue eyes fool you.", I added.  "Down deep, I'm a real gang-banger."  Ace laughed harder at the extreme irony of my statement beginning to double over & putting a hand on my shoulder.  "Hey, dude ... in all seriousness: I can already tell you're gonna be a real help on our team; & I basically see color as something that comes in a box labeled "Crayola", & no more.  So if any of the various sorts of inbreeds here even look at you to give you a hard time ... I want you to know that I've got your back."

"Thanks man.", Ace continued smiling.  "The place I transferred from had a principal who, I think had a white pointy hat with eye-holes cut in it hidden in his closet ... if you know what I mean.  The coach was great, but I kept having trouble with important paperwork getting 'lost' in the office; & some of the guys on the team were named 'bubba' & they hit hard during practice -- like I was actually on another team."  They had lots of influence with the other students & I felt like I was wasting my time trying to make anything of myself there."

"Well, we have all kinds here.", I noted.  "However, I'm currently 'top dog' because I play so many sports & carry the teams I'm onto many near-wins." I grinned.  Ace was smiling, shaking his head.  "Anyhow, people follow my lead or suffer the consequences."  I put my arm around Ace's back & rested my hand on his shoulder as I turned toward the main office, "So, this way to the main office, sir..." I said walking beside Ace with my hand still high on his shoulder beside his neck.  "And with all the eyes now gawking at us, everybody watch'n knows that were buds & that if they mess with you, they're mess'n with me."

"Either that, or they think we're a couple.", Ace grinned.  I chuckled.

"Funny ... nobody's asked me", I joked.  "Well, I won't tell if you don't.", I added pulling him closer to me & giving him a poke in the ribs with my free hand.  Ace twisted away with the air exploding out of a tight grin, - suppressing a laugh,  He quickly recomposed himself... still walking beside me.   "That little gray building right there...", I pointed to the office now barely visible around the bend.  "It's the one that says 'OFFICE' in big letters on the sign in front of it.".

"Hey thanks.  I'd probably never have found it without your help.", Ace chided.  "Hey, how can I get in touch if I need any other tours?", he asked.  I pulled my student ID out & handed it to him.  It's got my phone & e-mail  & a whole bunch of extra lunches prepaid on it.  Meet me at 2nd lunch if you can & feel free to use the card for yours."  Just then the bell rang..  "I've got to get to physics class.  See ya at lunch, I hope; -- Table 2B." Students began pouring out onto the campus as Ace gave me a quick salute & jogged towards the office. 

In physics class, I was bombarded with a ton of questions about "my friend, Ace".  I basically told a huge lie (since they're the kind that most people will believe).  When one of my team members asked me how I "knew the guy", I called a huddle & quietly told them that my distant aunt had married the guy's father years ago in a scandalous ceremony, & so Ace and I were actually cousins.  "Shhhh.  Don't tell anyone...", I added -- knowing full well that rumors travel on tachyons & by the time the gossip engine had run it's course that lots of "Bubba's" on campus were gonna be convinced that Ace & I were half brothers or something.  I reasoned that the story should keep trouble making to a minimum.  Well, it actually spread it out & diluted it lots -- as time would tell. The net effect would be good for Ace, & the team needed him. 

At lunch, sure enough, Ace showed up at our table & sat down right across from me.  All eyes were on us and the majority of conversations were spiked with whispers.  I just grinned & welcomed him to the table.  One of the first things he did was hand my card back to me with thanks.  That gesture accomplished lots.  For surely, I would only lend my card to a best friend, or -- family (the rumors picked up momentum).  I introduced Ace to the guys on the team who immediately hit it off with him.  After all, he was "my" cousin, & a really great dude, too.  As I got up to return my lunch tray, Ace followed me & asked what all the whispering was about & why my friends all seemed to like him after only a few minutes of knowing him.  I told him to follow me to the men's room where I explained in a low voice, that  I'd leaked it into the rumor mill that he was my cousin ... the product of a totally scandalous marriage.  Ace's grin turned into a smirk, then into a full faced - open maw'd laugh as he doubled over with hysterics so intense he barely made any noise as tears of laughter rolled out of his eyes.  It took him a few minutes to half-recompose himself, and even then, whenever he'd roll it around in his mind he'd end up with his arms around himself clenching his ribs as he bounced off the walls in gleeful revel. 

"Dude!", he finally blurted out between belly shakes.  "That's the most awesome thing anyone has ever done for me.  I like, owe you big time!"  He continued to grin ear to ear.

"Yeah, no problem.  But what we have to do is make sure we seem familiar with each other... hang out & stuff.  Everyone has gotta buy into the story.  That way, you'll hit it off good with the rest of the team; -- & there are some guys who might have a prejudiced bone or two to overcome, but they won't screw with me, -- which means that as long as they buy the rumor, -- they won't mess with you.  OK?"

"Gotcha man." Ace replied still chuckling over it all. "I have to finish up my schedule in the office after lunch, but I'm all set for practice tonight.  See ya there?"

"Be there bro." I assured.   "Hang out with me & let's make the rumors stick."

"Too cool man...too cool." Ace commented as he put a hand on my shoulder & gave a couple of squeezes on his way out.

Practice that afternoon went tremendously.  Ace was "on the ball" so much I figured out where that expression came from!  Coach was in total awe.  As practice wound down, I motioned for Ace to come over to where the coach & I was.

"Hey coach: Ace here has been telling me about his workouts & how he developed his routine around sports.  I was thinking that we could put him in charge of a general work out regimen for the team."

The coach thought for a few seconds & replied, "That sounds like a great idea.  If only half of these guys played as well as he does, - we'd be state champs, - no doubt about it.  Is that OK with you, Ace?"

"Yeah...awesome.  I'd love to help out.", Ace beamed enthusiastically.

"Good!  I'm make an announcement in the locker room and we'll replace some of the field cardio with gym work a few days a week." Coach replied.  "Tremendously glad to have you as part of the team, son.", he added.  Ace just grinned.  In the locker-room, the coach did indeed make the announcement that after the holiday, we'd be working off those turkey calories under the supervision of Ace & a new fitness program that everyone was expected to attend. 

Ace was beside himself with pride as the coach pointed out some of the things he saw in practice that impressed him -- almost all about Ace & a few about me (that coach had pointed out before).  He also reminded us that scouts were already in the area and they were looking harder than ever for players who could make a team proud.  In addition, scholarships were being tabulated based on a number of criteria & everybody who wanted to amount to more than a memory should work towards getting several.

I had equipment duty so by the time I got back to the locker, everybody else was leaving or gone.  Since the showers were all stalled, I didn't realize that anyone else was still in the building, but when I went into the locker room itself, Ace was just drying off.  Man was the guy cut up! 

"Holy mackerel.", I exclaimed looking at him.  "I'm glad it's you who's gonna be doing the fitness program!  What is you lean mass at ... 99%?"  Ace just glanced down grinning.

"Nah man ... I dunno, really.  The secret is to eliminate carbs from the diet.  I eat all I want ... just no carbs."

"Get out of here!" I replied!  "What do you weigh? 90kg?" I asked.

"88 this morning.  It jumps around some." He replied.

"I'm at 99", I said.  "Look pretty good with my height & all ... but man, I'd like to have your definition, bro.  Hey ... speaking of weight jumping around, what are you doing for turkey day?"

"Well, my host family is flying to visit relatives & I didn't have any plans being new here." Ace replied.  

"Well, it's settled then.  You're hanging with me at my buds place.  My folks are gone to see some long lost friends & 3 of the guys from last year's team & one of their friends invited me to hang out.  One of 'em is a chef now so I expect Thanksgiving to be completely destructive.  Since misery loves company, I might as well take you along.", -- I grinned evilly.

"Are you serious?", Ace asked. 

"You bet!" - I replied.

"Yeah man, thanks!  It'll be my 1st turkey day in the states!  They won't mind?"

"Hell no.  They already told me to bring a date.", I grinned.  "Guess it'll have to be you."

Ace just chuckled & shook his head.  "Well, how do I get there?", He asked.  I turned & dug through my locker & got a pen.  "555-3142" I  wrote.  "Call me at 8:30 AM tomorrow and we'll make pl...; Wait... what are you doing tonight?" I asked shifting gears in my mind.

"Home-work.  3 chapters in US history." Ace responded.

I cringed & pretended to near-vomit.  "The only class of your day I bet & they want to inundate you with government propaganda!  Sheeessssssshhhhhh!  Well, I suppose I can help you through it over the long weekend if you want to hang out at my place?"

"Man! Do I!  Totally awesome, bro!  Hell yeah!", Ace responded. 

"OK, catch a ride home with me?", I asked

" Twist my arm, mate.", Ace extended his left arm for me to twist.  I twisted it gently & squeezed his upper arm with my free hand.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to bring guns to school?", I joked.  Ace turned back around as I released my grip on his twisted arm. 

Squeezing my left bicep he murmured, "Hypocrite.  If there was a table to arm wrestle on, I'd challenge you to a duel", he chided. 

"All duels must be public.", I insisted as if it was a law or something.  "And, oh, -- we shall duel friend ... we shall duel." I promised.  Ace just smiled as he continued drying off.  I didn't know what it was, but there was something about this dude that I really liked a lot.

We left the gym and piled into my Toyota Tacoma throwing our stuff behind the seats.  I gave Ace the short tour as we made smalltalk & he told me about the part of Canada he was from.  It sounded really nice.   Getting to my place, I parked in the garage and as the door was coming down, we went inside.  I disarmed the alarm & we headed for the kitchen.

"Want food?", I asked.

"NO need to twist my arm." He responded with a large grin.

"We keep food in that..." I said pointing at the refrigerator.  Ace gave me a low browed glance.  "I just thought I'd point it out to you in case you'd never seen one ... coming from the Canadian sticks and all." I smiled.

Ace opened the door and laughing a diabolical laugh, began to pull out packages,  jars & whole loaves of bread.  As I moved around the kitchen doing little things that needed to be done like tending the dishwasher, Ace built (3) giant sandwiches held together with toothpicks.  "Do you want ONE?", he asked. 

"ONE, huh?" I responded.  "Nah, I'm gonna nuke last nights leftovers."

"Oh, good .. because I really didn't want to have to make another.", Ace grinned.

"You mean you left enough food in there to make another?", I joked.

"Yeah ... I think there's enough for one more." Ace grinned.

"The sitting room is in there." I pointed to the living room. "Grab a tray for your food by the dishwasher & I'll be right in.", I said as I put my cold food into the microwave.

Ace left toward the living room juggling his drink, sandwiches & tray.  I came in a few minutes later.  Ace already had flipped the game on.  So our attention was pretty well occupied while we watched, made quick comments & loud eating noises.  After his last sandwich, he finished his soda & then slowly laid back on the couch.

"I think I ate too much." Ace commented looking down at his once flat stomach -- now so full of food that it was sticking out.

"I thought that only dogs ate themselves to death, dude." I smirked.

"Oh, I'm not near death...that'll be tomorrow." He grinned.  "It's just that I don't eat many sandwiches because of the carbs, but since we're planning on being decadent tomorrow, -- I thought I'd start early."

I laughed.  "You have a pretty tame view of decadence.", I commented.

"Well, you've gotta be decadent in moderation." Ace replied.  We both busted out laughing.

Then Ace's protruding stomach gave a large growl.  "You CAN'T STILL be HUNGRY!", I questioned in an accusing tone.

"Well, all the eating really works up an appetite.", Ace replied, grinning loudly.  Again, we were roaring; and then the commercial break ended.  So our attention was pretty well occupied while we watched, made quick comments & odd digestion noises. 

"Hey, I know what would be more comfortable", I said.  "Stand up for a few seconds."

Ace got up, & I threw a few cushions off the couch & pulled up on a metal bar.  Presto, sofa-sleeper!  Ace smiled & clapped in faux approval.  I stripped down to my boxers & Ace followed suit.  Grabbing the cushions & giving them a few folds turned them into form fitting pillows.  I reached behind the sofa & pulled out a large "puff" (kinda like an open sleeping bag -- but lighter).   The game went into overtime and ended up going off the air at 11:45P.   Ace had been nodding off all through the last quarter & almost seem relieved that the game was over.  "Hurray for our side!", I half-heartedly exclaimed.  He grinned -- half awake.   I watched him as he dosed off & became oblivious to everything around him.  15 minutes or so into his sleep, he mumbled something about being "too tight".  A few minutes later, he mumbled again & at the same time moved around under the covers like he was doing something.  Then I heard the sound of cloth land on the floor.   My heart skipped a beat; ... Was this stud just now, - in the raw -- beside me.  Ace breathed deeply in a sleepy rhythm.   I thought I'd been controlling my hormones pretty good up until that point.  Suddenly, the thought of this steed just inches from me, - with his whole hard-body naked -- even down to his uncut babymaker, - was making my brief's feel just a tad "too tight".

  I waited.  I listened.  Suddenly, there was a mumble from him -- like a disjointed conversation; -- & as he slurred words I cannot recall -- he rotated on his side toward me -- as if evading a discomfort.  I felt the covers lift as his elevated arm moved over my airspace & likewise felt the covers over my legs lift.  As his maneuver reached completion, he came to rest mostly on his side -- heavily draped against me with an arm reaching all the way across me & his left leg overlapping my left leg.  Over all, it was a loose cuddle/hug combo.  Then I felt it -- laying across the left side of my naked pelvis -- his uncut semen syringe -- not flaccid, & not rock hard, -- but at half-mast -- with some erotic heft.  His heartbeat was making it move slightly & his breathing seemed much deeper & faster as he settled his head on my left pec.  I didn't know what to do!  How do I top this; -- Make him take the next step!?  Damn his posturing!  My heartbeat pounded harder & it seemed that his was too -- but was it his heartbeat I felt, or my own racing engine!?  My dick, which had actually begun to soften just minutes prior, made the decision for me.  It got hard -- fast, and as it did, it grazed by his; -- not with force that a sleeper would have ever noticed -- but if a man was pretending to sleep -- seeing if he was lighting up the sensual mind of another -- such a man would notice the light graze of an erection growing beside his own partially excited penis.  Such a signal would certainly get a similar response.  And it did.  Moments after grazing his semi, -- his breathing got faster & his large man-meat began to extend itself -- rubbing head to shaft with mine. 

There was one thing I knew & that was I didn't want to be in this purgatory - between foreplay & love making for any longer that I had to.  Building up my store of resolve, I let out a sleepy, but contented sounding groan while at the same time turning toward Ace & wrapping both arms around him.  He responded in reflex by wrapping his around me.  Letting out another contented sounding moan, I pressed my cheek a little tighter into his & he lightly moaned & cuddled me back.  Now we were nearly both on our sides -- with our bodies pressed together, lightly hugging.  My dick was so hard that I knew he could feel it and I could feel his monster throbbing occasionally.  I wanted to feel his full weight on me -- to be able to relax completely without trying to maintain balance on my side with him.  Since I wasn't at a 90 degree angle, I simply began to let myself roll back into place on my back.  20-30 seconds passed & he groaned lightly -- getting the message & rolled with me; -- bringing both his legs to between my knees so that we were lined up neck to naval with his well muscled bod on top of me.  (According to the guru's in sex-ed: The deep pressure caused by this "topping" is a major difference between the feel of jacking off alone & being with someone.  The slow crush of the person's weight causes more of the "chemistry of love" to be released into the person on bottom.  Meanwhile, the person underneath has better access to the body of the person on top & can massage them or apply a tight hug which releases the same chemical soup.  The psychology is intense.)     

I was so turned on that any cock-play would have sent my dick into a slimy convulsion.  I guess he was in the same situation.  Neither of us moved ... we just lay there as if "by accident" we'd gotten all wrapped up like this.  The feeling was so erotic & intense that soon, even the life movements (like pulse & breathing) of each of us began to push the other closer to shooting.  We each needed to take in so much air to feed our passion that almost at once & made sure that while Ace was inhaling, I was exhaling.  That way, our tummies made way for each other.  But, there was something overwhelming about feeling his erection between us -- knowing that he was turned on, -- that turned me on.  And our breathing -- well, that was causing our foreskins to move against our abs making an intensely gently, yet - continuous force that relentlessly pushed us on.  The guy's heartbeat was strong & hard -- just like his naked body pushing down on mine.  His naked skin was mostly smooth with some coarser hairs around his nipples & pubes -- all thoughtfully trimmed.

Suddenly, I felt a single hard throb from his large cock.  He gasped a little -- but tried to suppress the sound.  I realized that his dick was running away with him & the pressure at the base of mine got really intense as I could feel those fluids beginning to mix in my prostate.  I maybe had 10 -15 seconds until I shot.  Another throb from his cock was all the psychological torture I could take as my dick began to quickly harden to it's peak to prepare for luv'n.  While it was inflating to full pressure, it gave a brief throb.  Ace's throbbed back immediately & I could feel his stiffening up too.  His back began to tighten as his muscles, -  & those down on his arse began to twitch.  Instinctively, I hugged him a little tighter & brought my lower legs around on top of his calves -- bringing his knees together.  Both maneuvers caused our pelvis's to lock tighter during the final 3-5 seconds as a powerful contraction pushed out my first wave of man-syrup.  Ace's was almost at the same time.  Over the next 15 seconds of so, wave after wave of unstoppable dick-seizures pushed out the sexual tension that had been building all day into a puddle of slimy male mess between us that couldn't be contained in the muscular fissures of our abs -- (but went spilling down in a series of erotic trickles on both sides of my obliques).  I had never been with a guy who produced so much cumm; & that's not something that I'd normally mention, - but the guy sploog'd a gusher.  I suppose you could see it as extra messy or extra sexy.  Because it was his cum & because he was a total steed; -- I decided it was extra sexy -- like him.

Ace's breathing began to slow as he lay there with his eyes closed -- feigning sleep.  I hugged him a little tighter & planted a dry kiss lightly on the side of his perfect cheek forcing a grin to cross his face. 

I whispered, "You'd be amazed at how friendly the rest of the team is -- once you get to know them."

Ace moved his mouth near to my ear. "Maybe I'm not interested in knowing them as well as I know you.", he commented.  I briefly tightened my hug on him.   "You're pretty hott for a white boy.", he continued.

"And you're pretty hott for a ... Canadian...", I joked.  Ace wiggled the toes on his right foot & scratched my left foot slightly.  I returned the motion -- making him jump some.  I continued, "I hope nobody shows up and finds me in bed with you ... I mean how would I explain, bedding a ... Canadian?".  Ace began to laugh ... quietly at first, but as the irony of the statement dawned on him ... he got louder until he was belly-laughing so hard that he just contorted & convulsed in my hug as tears of laughter ran down his face.

"Hey, dude ...", he started.  "Are you into chicks too?". 

"Not really.  I have some friends who like to pretend it's more than it is ... mostly cheerleaders.  I play along.  But it's the guys who I love ... & some luv me right back."

"You mean other guys on the team have actually done this with you?", he asked in astonishment.

"Well, not this fast.  It usually takes a few months of slow-rubbn on 'em before they succumb to my charms.  I just got lucky with you on my 1st overnight.  You've got some pretty big balls to have put the moves on me so fast."

"Well, I've got pretty big balls; -- And I had this feel'n in the locker room...the way you looked at me.", Ace replied.

"What do you mean ... I always make sure I'm careful where I look.", I replied in slight concern.

"Oh ... it isn't where you looked ... but more where you didn't -- not even once.  I read something somewhere that guys who don't look at all may be in some form of 'concealment'."

I thought for a moment: "Hmmm.  I'll have to keep that in mind in the future."

"So, am I just another notch on the bedpost?", Ace grinned.

"Well, maybe on the CANADIAN SIDE of the bedpost...", I joked.  I continued, "Actually, I've never seen any of my buds that way...as just a "notch"  Once you've made another guy's bod stiffen & teeth clench as he shoots his wad, -- you're pretty much bonded.  The phone call comes in, & I'm on my way.  I mean, how else could it ever be with a friendship that has become that intense?  Only sluts think that a sexual climax with another person doesn't mean anything."

Ace hugged me.  "Phuck'n aye, right on Bro!", he exclaimed in a whisper.  "Like extended family!  Right on!"  Then he paused.  But, you're like, - not into telling other people about this are you?

"What, like 'coming out' or kiss 'n tell?", I asked?

"Yeah ... You're not gonna stand up in a circle & say your name & that you're into dudes are you?"

"Have you ever looked at gay porn?", I asked him.  He nodded in the affirmative.  "What's the sex-act you see in almost every single gay porn shoot & movie .... think...", I challenged him.  He shrugged.  "Arse phucking?  Some dude gets his arse pounded."

"Oh, yeah ... that shit turns my stomach.  I could never figure why good look'n dudes went that way.", Ace commented.  "Besides, I like the feel of lots of skin on skin.  The more of the dude I get to feel, the better.  Feeling the dude lose control & his tense muscles rippling under my hands ... oh yeah, that's the dick stiffener, alright..." 

"My point exactly.  Not one guy I've ever been with wanted anything to do with that arse shit...not one!  But, everybody assumes that if you come out as 'gay', that you're into that krap  Just listen to people talk and as soon as the discussion hits on 'homosexuality', it'll swing toward arse pok'n."

Ace paused as he thought: "Yeah, you're right ... every single time.  Man, I feel better.  I've been turned on by hott guys for as long as I can remember -- but I was never into that arse-pounding shit; & when I think about it ... it's why I've never told anyone I was into dudes too.  Too much gross shit associated with being a queer and I didn't want people to think that of me.  That's funny ... that I didn't separate the issue as guys who do guys; Vs. guys who do arses!"

"See", I began, "I've got nothing against getting another guy off. Truth be told, all dudes jack.  Having another guy give ya a hand ... that feels awesome.  But, a dude's arse has nothing to do with sex -- unless he's trying to act like a bitch -- pretending his hole is a snatch; & that's just not reality.  So, I'm pretty much against stuff called 'gay' because people automatically twist it into some sort of gender bending disgust involving arse-shit; & I don't want people to imagine that I'm getting off with my bros the same way most people think of 'gay' because that isn't where we're at or what we're about." 

"Yeah ... that matters to me too ... big time.  I'm in no hurry to plant any images in the heads of other people about the ways I get off -- especially if those images are disgusting to me.", Ace interjected.

"It's a dilemma alright.  We're into guys ... but not gay -- at least not in the way that 99.9% of everybody thinks when they hear the term.  Maybe someday someone will figure it out."

"Take a shower with me?", Ace asked.

"Actually, we've got a large Roman tub.  Whadda ya say we get nice & wrinkled together?"

"Sounds like good clean fun.", Ace grinned.

We ended up being only 20 minutes late to Thanksgiving dinner the next day.  We were both pretty tired & blamed it on the turkey - tryptophan.   The fact was, we wanted to get back "home" so we could practice tackling each other & our sports massage techniques.  What a weekend!  What a year!

What a life!

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