If you've ever had one of those incidences where who you were mattered a whole lot to somebody else who didn't know you from Adam...well, Let me tell you about mine:

I was fresh out of college & sharing a house with some campus buddies.  It was a good match - especially for them.  I was quiet, kept to myself mostly -- and always sober.  Nobody knew that I was a g0y - just that I kept my personal life to myself.

I didn't mind having the reputation as the guy who kept the shit from hitting the fan.  I was 6'3", athletic & fit in with my buds.

Recollection: I was visiting the kitchen at 2AM to get a drink.  The weight room was off the the immediate left upon entering the kitchen.  Upon turning the lights on - there he was: Passed out - on the weight room carpet - in the raw.

At first - I was extremely concerned that the guy may have fallen & bashed his head on a dumbbell or something.  Glancing about - there was nothing but carpet around him.  How he managed to be there was a mystery.  The dude's name was Trey; - he'd been around on and off as a visitor. I guess he'd actually lived at the place the year before or something.  They guy was a gymnast and a total piece of eye-candy.  I also happened to know from meeting him that he had a friendly, hunky personality.

There was a sleeping bag in the living room - so I got it and opened it up like a big blanket.  Going back to the weight room, I wrapped Trey up in it from head to toe.  Near his head - I could smell the thick odor of booze on his breath. I slid my hand down onto his neck & got a strong pulse.  That was good.  I suppose it was the fact he was so good looking that caused me to run my hand up the back of his neck gently rubbing & scratching  into the lower part of his hairline.  The sensation caused him to open his mouth some & softly groan a half sigh.

It was about at that time I heard a car pull into the yard.  I closed the door to the weight room & listened from within.  Soon the front door could be heard opening & several of my buddies came in with their various dates & assorted friends.  It was a little unnerving - hearing all that ruckus coming from the kitchen as they raided the fridge & used the sink.  Just in case, I laid down a few feet from Trey & feigned sleep.  If anyone did come in - I could say I found the guy, covered him up & was keeping an eye on him.  All true.  Nobody tried to open the weight room door though.

It took a good half hour for everyone to either leave or take their respective dates elsewhere.  During that time frame, my friend, Joe - mentioned Trey; -- If anyone had seen him and whether or not he'd gotten 'the rolls'.  I had no idea at the time what constituted "rolls".  I was wondering why anyone would want to eat bread after partying so hard (yeah - I was a little naive about those things).  Eventually, the voices & noise subsided as people left or went to their rooms.

I reached back over & gently squeezed the back of Trey's neck as I spoke his name. "Are you gonna wake up for me buddy?", I whispered as I gently rubbed his neck.

He stirred some & slurred, "Feels so good ... So phuck'd up from those rolls...".

"I'll get you to bed - OK bro?", I assured him.   It was at that time I suspected that "rolls" were not bread.  He sighed as the only response he could muster.

I got him completely into the sleeping bag & zipped it closed.  With the bag (& contents) over my shoulder, I quietly walked through the darkened house to my bedroom carrying Trey like the spider carries the fly.

Before laying the bag down on my bed (just a mattress on the floor - no frame), I pulled the blankets & sheets back.  I gently put trey down & then I locked my door & turned my window air conditioner up on high.  Sub-70 degrees seemed to be good cuddling temperature range.  With my light dimmer set in it's lowest position, I unzipped the bag & slid it away from Trey.  I rolled him onto his stomach.

He groaned some as the material moved softly past his naked skin.  His appearance was like a drug in itself.  He was extremely muscular & all his proportions were perfect.  That face was so strikingly handsome against his tanned body that I knew what love at first sight was all about.  His feet were strong, wide & sexy; - & as I slid them between the sheets - I noticed how soft they were as I gently rubbed his lightly calloused soles.  He groaned a raptured sigh as I rubbed past them.  "Feel good?", I asked.

"Phuck, yeah...", he barely whispered back.

I took a bottle of skin lotion from my end table & rubbed some between my hands.  Sitting at the foot of the bed - I lifted his right ankle  & began to work the lotion into his sole using slow, deep pressure that only the strength from a guy's hands can produce.  The sensation lit up Trey's brain with pleasure as whatever he'd taken as a "roll" began talking to him.  He let out a deeper, more awake & intense groan of contentment.  As I began to work the other foot & involved his lower legs - every touch seemed to generate a groan, sigh or whispered comment of approval. 

When I had worked my way up to his lower back, I slid my shirt, sweats & shorts off & laid down beside Trey - wrapping an arm around him.  As I continued to massage, he slid himself snugly up against me with and arm across me & then a minute later - he slid his right leg on top of my legs.

The feel of his hard-on made me hard in seconds as I helped him complete his slide on top of me.  As a lightened my touch on his lower back & glutes - Trey begin to writhe some under the sensation.  "That feels so good you're gonna make me cumm, bro...", he groaned in a pitch that hinted that he wanted - even expected me to let him.  I rolled us both over so that I was on top of him.

"Let your dick dump all it wants; -- I know how good it feels to lose your wad after it's been too long.", I replied.  It wasn't even 30 seconds after I'd let him know I was OK with it - that he ground his erection firmly up against mine & began to loudly pant as he reached inevitability.  I wrapped both arms around his torso & both legs around the outside of his - locking our nads together so that we could feel what was happening in the other's groin.

"Arrrghhhhhhhhh", he whispered through clenched teeth as his overwhelmed stud-muscle began to powerfully throb & empty it's hot payload into the space between our abs.  I  warmly hugged him as I emptied my nutt in sync with his & kept him cumming by slowly sliding my shooting mantool along his; -- painting his dick with a slick hot lube that I used to keep him spitting & squirming for over a minute after I'd regained my composure.  I'd never seen a guy have a genuine multiple before - but Trey popped at least Trey, eh, three times (in keeping with his namesake I suppose). 

Once I realized the guy was at the mercy of a drugged-up cock, - I gently embraced him from behind so that I had him lightly restrained.  Sliding my left hand (I'm a lefty) through the opening created between my knee & his thigh - I gently wrapped my fingers around his slippery erection & methodically began to slow stroke him into a series of pulse-raising orgasms - barely minutes apart from each other.  His penis would spasm in my gentle grip as it strained to shoot from depleted reserves; - & then it would relax some & soften slightly for a minute - maybe two -- but the soft coaxing grip of my hand would revive it to full mast hardness; --& amazingly soon -- Trey would be softly groaning & writhing in my hug as his ejaculation reflex took him hostage repeatedly.

In the short space between sessions, He was whispering stuff like, "Bro - never felt so good having my nutt... we gotta hook up on a regular basis ... oh man ... uhhhhh arghhhh ahhhhhhhh ..."

I gradually turned around & repositioned myself into a slightly more comfortable position where I could gently restrain Trey's reflexes & savor his reactions in the dim light as he came.   Ironically, it was slow gentle motions on his foreskin that was causing the show to endlessly repeat.  My hand was making slow, calculated love to his penis -which was so sensitive to the gentle squeezes, strokes and caresses that Trey's entire body was running a sexual marathon - captive in bliss as he was rewarded with one enthusiastic orgasm after another.   Over the next 3 hours I brought Trey to climax 21 times (gotta be a world record).  The guy was absolutely exhausted & beginning to get slightly delirious - forgetting where he was & drifting in & out of consciousness between climaxes.

Finally, I waited for him to nod off - telegraphed by the change in his breathing. Then I changed our position so that he was face down - draped partially across me so that I could slow stroke his back side with my left hand & tender his neck & head with my right.  The guy was so defenseless that he's lucky that it was someone who cared about his wellbeing that found him & not simply someone with only their own pleasure in mind.  The guy was a beautiful stud.  I couldn't get over how good "naked" looked on him (& felt on me).

A little over an hour later- he awoke & slowly stumbled his way to my private bathroom - where he took the longest piss I've ever heard a guy take.  He saw that my clock said 6:00 and thought it was 6PM until I pointed out the "AM" indicator.  He seemed relieved that he didn't lose the entire day to sleep.  Of course - then he laid down & fell back asleep.

I woke him at noon with some friendly hair jostling & firm upper body hugs as I whispered his "Trey buddy ... World of the waking Bro..." & other things you say to awaken people from near comas.  He looked at me with a slight expression that implied "WTF?" & then the memories of the previous night slowly enlightened him & changed his expression to one of slight concern.

"Hey - Bro ... you're not gonna tell anyone about last night, are ya?", he spoke with worry in his voice.

"Dude - I'd never dis ya like that.", I replied - putting a hand firmly on his shoulder. "Besides - why give people the fodder to mistake us for a couple of arse-pounders?  Not me!", I continued.

A look of relief crossed Trey's face as he continued: "Awe - phew: I was scared sh1tless that somebody got b1tched.  I knew my arse didn't feel strange, but my cock feels like it's been training for the Olympics..."

"Men phuck'n men? I don't go that way; -- Sounds gay.", I answered with a smile.  "Lov'n on a Bro doesn't involve treating him like a hoe...", I grinned.

Trey was actually beginning to smile. "Man - I like that...", he spoke softly. "It keeps be'in lov'n & tender in line with being respectful -key'd to the fact it's a guy you're talk'n about.  Man - I wish more guys saw things that way!" - he continued. 

"Yeah...", I answered. "It takes a lot of slow conditioning to get most guys to consider that having a bud get cuddly is something they can relax into -instead of being terrified of the fag-patrol catching a hint of two guys who happen to be friends with ...benefits."  Trey nodded as I continued, "And there are some guys who get messed up on - whatever - that an expert like myself can get cuddly with in the course of a single night...".  I grinned & Trey laughed while shaking his head some.

Trey checked the time & said that he had an appointment he had to be at -- but asked if I'd be around "later tonite".  Since I didn't have any plans -- I let him know that I would be.  After we found all his clothes & he got dressed - he gave me a warm handshake that I used to pull him into a lung emptying hug.  He thanked me for the sleeping space.  With a wink - he bounded out the door.  Man - I hated seeing him leave & hoped that he was serious about "later on". 

I waited up until 2AM - just in case.  No Trey - so I decided to give up on seeing him until the next party - or something.  It was literally seconds before I crawled into bed that I heard a car door close & a few minutes later, there was a brief airipressure change in the house that caused my bedroom door to move a little as the front door of the house quietly opened & then closed.  Opening my bedroom door a crack revealed Trey's silhouette moving across the dark living room toward mine.   I opened the door wider & he realized I was standing there.  "I told you I'd be bachhh..." he whispered in a drunken slur.

He took a step & managed to trip into my arms.  "Dude ... you're a wreck...", I grinned as I helped him to his feet inside the room & closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Hey, do ya thinkhh that $9 is enough to tip a cabbie?", he slurred as I got his leather jacket off him. 

"Yeah - fine...", I answered without wanting an in-depth explanation.  I was glad he'd had the sense to take a cab.  He was covered with booze & who knows what else - so I helped him to the bathroom & turned on the shower as I stripped us both down.  Getting in - he leaned heavily on me as I soaped us both into a wall of lather & rinsed clean.  He wasn't too talkative -- just an occasional grunt or groan as I supported him under the spray.  I'd cleaned up worse things I realized in my head as I grinned.

Turning the water off, I reached for the large towel & dried us both without stepping out of the tub.  It took a while -- because Trey was close to passing out.  Finally, we were both dry enough for my standards - so I scooped the guy up with both arms & carried him out of the bath into my bedroom.  The sensation of being carried made him chuckle some.

I got him into my bed & slid in beside him -- positioning him face down - partially across me so that I could hug & caress him while enjoying the heft of his weight & feel of his reflexes.  "You drunk, dumb, lovable stud...", I whispered while cuddling him.  He let out a quarter-laugh combined with an exhausted sigh.  The feel of his bare skin under my hands & his drunk, pounding heart & deep sleepy breathing was like a drug -to me.  I didn't know what made some guys do things that made them so vulnerable.  I wondered if Trey had been this casual around other guys -- or if there was something about me he had come to trust because of the previous night & the fact I'd always treated him (& everyone else) with a lot of respect.  If you're the guy people call when they get in over their heads... well - that comes up in conversation.

I knew down deep that while I liked the easy access that drunk & vulnerable left him open to, -- I also didn't want to see the guy get hurt by other guys who might merely see someone like Trey as an easy arse-lay.  Yeah -- we had things to talk about alright...

Once sleep overtook him, I put his arms up over his head so that his forearms were over the mattress edge w. gravity calling his hands toward the floor.  The position exposed his fuzzy armpits & his powerful lats while causing his back to arch slightly.  His naval was inset slightly in an 8 pack of fatless abs that moved constantly up & down as he breathed.  This motion highlighted a narrow pleasure trail that went from belly-button to shaved pubes & framed a large, flaccid beautiful uncut cock. 

His legs were masterpieces of muscle that framed his low-hanging balls & waist with long powerful solid lines that anchored to his hips & knees with his posterior being a powerful pair of butt cheeks that topped equally sexy pillars of pliable flesh that could become hard in an instant.  His knees were anchor points for large muscles running in each direction.  They were hard, but not bony -- but somewhere in between from the number of tendons that partially wrapped around them so that the anchor points acted to vector the forces giving great versatility of movement.  His shins were wide & strong - each with an extremely large, full calf muscle backing them that led to a thick Achilles' tendon - terminating at an equally proportioned heel.   His moderately hairy legs became bare as they led to size 11 feet that widened considerably - approaching his perfectly proportional toes.  His feet were generally smooth with just a light callusing on the undersides & a dusting of hair on each toe & the top of his arches.  Massaging them revealed a composition of a strong set of muscles that had considerable tone & hinted at the stresses that they routinely endured.

The massaging of his feet caused Trey to groan as the strong sensation made him aware of the pleasure.  Because he seemed to be stimulated by it -- I kept it up.  The barrage of sensation from his nerves made his toes move slightly & his legs twitch.  Eventually his left foot seem satiated & he began to slip back into sleep - so I switched to the right & the process repeated itself.  

As I moved back up the length of his body, I hovered just below his naval to plant a series of gentle licks & slow kisses at his groin.  Trey's breathing began to pick up as he softly sighed in approval.  His penis began to immediately inflate & swing around pointing toward his upper body.  A few long gentle kisses on it involving tendering it with my lips & tongue increased it's hardness rapidly as Trey let out a more serious groan on pleasure.  Another minute produced a large sexy Trey erection of about 8" with his glans protruding quite far from inside his hood.  Sliding on top of Trey, I moved my arms down along the length of his until I found his hands & intertwined fingers locking palm with palm.  At the same time, I wrapped my legs around his -pulling them together at his knees; - & I slid my face up beside his.  A slight repositioning of my butt slid my erection beside his - where I repositioned some more & pressed the shafts together between our mated anatomy.   Bending my elbows some & forcing his tired arms to bend some - I had our heads framed with our locked arms as I slowly began to plant gentle smootches along his jawline (punctuated with gentle face-follicle rubbing) as I pressed down at the groin putting deep affectionate pressure on his entire manhood with my own. 

I could feel the slow hard throbs from his seduced penis against mine as his strong legs flexed involuntarily.  The lower back of my calves were pressed against the upper part of his (as my legs were wrapped around his); -& I could feel his calves stiffen & relax as his toes reflexively spread & flexed -- searching for a surface to interlock with - to facilitate his male instinct to control the encounter -to regulate the motion & pressure his penis was currently being uncontrollably seduced with.  Firm but steady pressure at the groin kept things hot without letting the climax sneak past us.  For at least a half hour I explored Trey's shadow with my face, tongue & lips.  His heart was slamming fast & hard in his chest & his breathing was deep & full of anxiety.  Our hands - still locked were wet with sweat & I'm sure that I was trickling perspiration from my body down onto Trey's.  "I really gotta cum, Bro...", he whispered. 
Just slightly increasing the rate which I applied the pressure at our groins & released it caused the sensation of "nearness" to rapidly increase.   Within a minute, Trey was beginning to  pant, "Fuck yeah ... Fuck yeah..." as his  back arched & hard body stiffened.  Still holding hands, I swung both pairs of arms around him & comfortably behind him so that I could embrace his hot bod as he climaxed.  His neck bulged with excited veins & his face was red as he let out a deep throated groan of release accompanied by the unmistakable sensation of a hard muscle contraction along the length of his penis.  The feel of his hot seed hitting our kissing abs led the feeling of mine doing the same by no more than a second as an evening's hot & thinning spunk mixed in a pool of affection & began to flow into the muscular channels of our heaving abdominals .

Cuddling Trey & making all the small motions to prolong the experience for him was as rewarding for me as him.  Even after the sexual tension was gone, I still had an incredible level of affection & empathy for the guy in my arms.  His warm, satisfied grin - tainted with just a hint of male-mischief was completely knee weakening.  Smiling back - I released my grip on his hands & began to push up to slide off him -- when he wrapped his arms around the small of my back & pulled me back down on him.  He slid one hand up to the back of my neck & started massaging gently with each.  "Man, I've been hot for guys for as long as I can remember -- but always pushed it down because the thought of butt-sex made me want to puke...", he began. "But finding you is like striking gold.", he continued.  I gently cuddled into him enjoying the massage & his words.  "No chick I've ever been with has made me empty my nutt with such a good feeling & I've never wanted to hang out after I splooged ... but you; -- All I want to do is fuck'n be with you after making me feel like that.  It's like we've got a connection that's way deeper than gett'n off."  Trey's speech was still slightly slurred - but there was a general truth to his words that was not the booze talking.  After all, I felt the same feelings in the afterglow.  I turned my head slightly & kissed his right earlobe. 

10 minutes passed of silent cuddling.  "I've gotta take an unbelievable piss...", Trey announced.  I chuckled & rolled off him onto my back.  He rolled over me -- getting off the mattress on the side closer to the bathroom.   Again -- an almost unbelievably long piss was followed by the sound of a running sink & tearing paper towels.  As he got close to the mattress & began to pass over me toward the open side of the bed; - one look at his physique in the dim light and I was determined that he wasn't getting past.  I reached up with both hands - interrupting his direction of travel & I pulled his chuckling body down on top of me -- pec2pec, rod2rod.  "Relax...", was the only word I spoke as I began to gently massage him.  He relaxed & soon the comfortable heft of his muscular weight was draped across me as he slept.  Every emotion of compassion, affection & protector within me was flipped on.  This guy was my newfound strength & weakness.  From what he had said -- I hoped he was feeling the same.

The next day, I checked out the gym he practiced at. It was a nice place - with lots of equipment you never see at a conventional gym.  He introduced me to a few of his friends & we got together that night to "chill".  Chill'n was hard because these guys were amazingly hot. What else blew me away was how gay-negative they all seemed - without even trying to be.  Fags were simply not welcome in the "circle".  Trey fit in like there was no issue - & in a way, there wasn't: The guy was clearly "g0y", not "gAy".   I wondered how many of the guys in the group were in the same position sexually as Trey & myself.  I decided to make it my goal to find out.  The 1^st step was explaining "what I did" when asked.  I was a "personal trainer & massage therapy practitioner"...at least in part.

One of Trey's gymnast buddies (Joel) was also a bartender.  He was invited to attend an event in the Florida Keys called "Bartender's Bash".  It was an event for bartenders (& guests) sponsored by big corporations with such interests.  Joel invited Trey, me & 2 other guys (Alan & Myke).  The plan was to share a hotel room over the 3 day weekend. 

The event had open bars all over the island -- free drinks from 9-Noon.  There was nonstop partying & lots of people got plenty of sun, - boating out near  the sandbars.  Since "TEMPERANCE" is my middle name, - I watched everyone else get overtaken by party-hardy mentality.  I broke up 3 scuffles & collected lots of kewl souvenirs from the vendors.  We all bonded tightly as "best buddies". 

Now, you'd think that with a bunch of good look'n hard-bodied guys ... that we'd be awash in females.  Well, because there was so much FREE booze -- people didn't tend to last long into the evening for extra-social activities.  There was (1) large bed & a cot.  I took the inside of the bed - because after the guy on each side of me passed out - I could reach around him & pull him close to cuddle with.  2 arms.  2 studs.  Each morning - Trey & 1 of the other guys would wake up half wrapped up with me.  It became a "joke" the morning of the 2nd day when Joel joked about waking up with wood & sucked up against me - with one of my arms around him.  I looked him square in the eye & raising my brows slightly I commented (with the smile in my voice) that "I kinda liked it...".  Everyone laughed & Trey just shook his head realizing just how ironic the scenario really was. 

The 2nd night, I went to sleep cuddling Trey & Myke.  Myke mentioned the cuddling joking around the next day -- but didn't mention the slow firm back rub he got that same night (from my wrap-around-arm & hand) after he'd mentioned to me that he'd pulled a muscle "or something" out on the water.  It was so slow & calculating that it didn't even shake the bed -- just worked the soreness out -one targeted muscle at a time.  Later that same day, Myke asked me to "do that thing to my back you did last night".  This time, I sat up on the bed & worked him over.  Trey came in a ways into the "treatment" & commented that he knew from experience that I could "do things to a body" ... which only got a satisfied chuckle out of Myke as he melted under the sensation.  Of all the guys whom I would have suspected of melting first -- it was Myke. 

However, the 3rd night was different because Trey, Myke & Joel were invited to a party in a nearby motel.  I was nearly asleep when Alan - a quiet, muscular studmuff'n came back.  He clunked around in the room - getting ready to hit the hay.  I could almost swear that I heard "sad noises" over the running water - but I couldn't be sure.  Alan spent a long time in the bathroom & didn't turn the light on when he came out - but quietly slid into bed - beside me.  I feigned sleeping with occasional soft snores & twitches.  It didn't take long after I began my "sleeping act" that Alan dropped his guard some & I was now sure that I'd heard "sad sounds" in the bathroom earlier - as Alan let an occasional sniffle slip & lifted his arms occasionally to wipe tears away from his eyes.  I was concerned as what might be on his mind that was so depressing -- especially here in party central.  So, in sleeping-reflex fashion - I rolled toward Alan & when I could roll no farther - on account of him being an obstacle, - I slid my left arm over his chest & then as far around him as it would reach.  He seemed distracted for a minute & the hand he'd been using to wipe tears found it's way to my head & he gently ran his fingers thru my hair - making pit-stops on the back of my neck.  Soon though, his sobbing seemed harder - & more difficult for him to control.  I hugged him a little tighter & whispered in the most non-judgmental voice I had, "Want to talk about what's eating you Bro?"

The sadness spasms intensified as Alan spoke in barely audible whisper - with tear-chokes punctuating his speech, "I can't ... I just can't ... nobody could possibly know what I'm...  Nobody would want to be my...", & that's all he got out before the tears cut him off.  He began to roll away, but I firmed up my grip around him - increasing my hug-power.

"Hey .. It's OK... You can talk to me...I was a psyche minor in school.  You need a friend with a totally private confidential ear -- I'm here, Bro." ...  "And I'll bill you later..." - I said with a smile in my voice.  The joke was just enough to interrupt Alan's crying-spasm so that he could catch his breath & recompose. "Just speak the facts - as if it's somebody else's information; - That'll help get the words out.",  I continued.

Alan took a moment to Reframe his thinking: "I'm into guys...There! I said it!", he whispered.  He had a look on his face that expected to get punched.

"Totally or Bi?", I asked in a matter-of-fact tone as I slightly increased the pressure of the arm I had wrapped around him.

My seeming unconcern about the information pumped his confidence a little. "Totally ... I hang with chicks just to make a front.", he whispered in a tone that was strained with emotion - but hinted of just a little relief.

"Gay or G0Y?", I asked softly.

"Gay or WHAT?", He whispered back in confusion.

"G0Y. Sounds like B0Y - but spelled with a zer0...", I answered.

"What's the difference?", he asked - now totally confused ...

"Are you into arse-sex - treating guys as the stand in for a pocket pussy; -- Treating Brent like a Brenda?"

"Phuck no! That's disgusting shit!", Alan whispered back with a tone of disgust riding on the words."

"Not into camp, drag, cross-dressing or wishing you were your sister?"

"Phuck no!...", Alan confirmed

"So, other than the fact you're warm on dudes -- you don't relate to the image of mainstream gay-male culture? Brokeback without arse-play in the sack?"

"No...not when you lay it out like that...", Alan whispered with less tension.

"So, you're g0y.", I stated matter-of-factly.

"G0Y?", he spoke in a questioning tone.

"G0Y - a dude that's warm on other dudes in all dimensions of love, affection & empathy without any gender bending traits, desires or fetishes; -- often accompanied with a moral disdain for men who play the female role. G0Y. Oh, and g0ys comprise over 50% of all men.  You're not alone; - you're actually in the silent majority.", I assured him.

He was quiet for about a minute. "You mean that over half of guys are 'g0y'?", he asked in an astonished tone.

"Yeah. Of the 5 of us guys here over this weekend, - & I know that 3 of us are g0y.  The other (2) guys are still question marks."

Alan's jaw dropped some: "You mean that you know for a fact that 3 guys here are ... g0y?!", he spoke as a half challenge - his mind trying to expand around the concept.

"Yeah.  You and 2 others. I don't name names - but I will tell you that I'm one of them; -And like you - I smoke-screen with women.  See - being on the far end of the "attraction scale" makes you feel like you're the only guy with these feelings, -- when the fact is that the men who also hook-up with females have these feelings for guys just as strongly - but mask it better using women to take the edge off the sexual part of it. And the gay-male scene has done such a fine job of making it seem that men who are into guys want to pretend to be woman in one way, shape or form - such as arse-sex; --Society has pretty much been mind-phuck'd by bad press, bad judgment & a bad politics. G0YS represent the overall majority of guys - but because the organized part of the movement is relatively new & majorly politically "incorrect" ... the mainstream tries to ignore it.  Meanwhile, scads of guys - like yourself are stumbling onto it & for the first time in their adult lives coming to terms with their feelings & realizing that the reason they never fit in with 'gay' is because of what 'gay' has evolved into: Something that offends the sensibilities of most guys."

"Oh phuck yeah!", Alan whispered. "It's like what I feel for my buds is so deep & so good that being connected in any way, shape or form to all that gay-sh1t & arse-plowing is like ... like a phuck'n contaminate ... like smearing sh1t on a great thing - ya know?" I nodded as he continued: "I can't be gett'n close to a buddy & then saying something about myself that makes him think I want to nail his arse! Phuck! That sh1t never enters my mind - but if I wear a gay-badge, - everybody's gonna assume that sh1t about me!" 

"Yeah, well - it's that reasoning that is behind being g0y.", I explained. "Lots of guys with clear heads decided to put their foot down & reject this low grade message that asserts that men cut their nuts off & act more like women. And, on the other hand - the message never presumes any man to be a proxy for a woman.  I suppose it's a philosophy that assumes a difference between sexes based on the fact that guys have a pair & expects men to act "like men" - which in today's world seems to be a concept that's being diluted by 'PC', feminism & loud flamboyant drag queens."

"I've felt the same way for so long...too long! But I always thought that the problem must be with me.  It sounds weird - but I hate phags ... I mean I phuck'n hate em!" Alan searched my expression to see if he was being too honest. "And the reason I hate them is because of the way they see guys - as gender-bent arse-phuck fodder.  It's so phuck'n disrespectful that I cringe to think any of my buddies would ever think that sh1t of me -- even though I love em so much & would never for a second think to do that sh1t to them or see 'em as a cheap phuck!  I hate phags because every guy knows that phags phuck guys in the arse - cause that's the message phags preach about themselves!  And here I am - a guy who'd cut my heart out & give it to some of my buddies - I love 'em so much & would give my left nut to slow cuddle naked with a few of them & let 'em know how much I love 'em - cock2cock!" 

"Amazing thing is - when you get rid of the gender-bending, arse-sex & rainbow-huggers - what's left is an appreciation for masculinity - being able to appreciate the things that 'y' chromosome does & express that appreciation with a buddy you admire.  And most guys respond in kind as long as they don't feel that doing so will diminish their manhood. G0YS is a male-bonding thing to the extreme; -- not to be confused in the slightest degree with men who want to play the female role: What 'gAy' bills itself as."

"Man - & because both involve hard d1cks & guys w. guys, -I can see why people don't realize the massive distinction in the mind's eye of each group...", Alan observed.

"Bingo, dude.  If you relate to g0ys, -- it's clear where you stand; -- but anyone who slaps the 'gAy' label on themselves has identified themselves with the major traits of that group - whether those traits apply to them somewhat or completely.  I like to look at it this way: I like to go fishing & eat what I catch; -- but I'm not going fishing in the cess-pool because I have no interest in eating anything that comes out of there! So if your trouser-trout has been swimming in the 'gAy pool' - not interested!"

Alan cracked a big smile & put his huggers around me - giving me a firm, continuous squeeze of appreciation.  "Man, I am so glad I met you...", he whispered into the top of my head.  I hugged him back & took note of the hard throb that nudged my crotch - next to his.