Work the rest of the week was mundane. I took care of my usual clients, but I was in a daze. My experience with Charlie and Justin—no more fantasies here, at least I could admit that to myself—the reality of my desires for men like them, and especially those two men, had shaken me to the core.
When I’d arrived home that night, I’d deleted all the gay porn on my computer, and stashed all my male on male erotica on an external drive which I’d locked away in the back of my closet.
I felt dirty and ashamed. It was one thing to fantasize and think myself mildly kinky. It was another to find out that I really was into s*x with two men. And to put myself in an unfamiliar situation with men I barely knew? Unconscionable. So I focused on work and tried to find a way to cope.
I finished giving Mr
