As we drove in the BMW into Dover we looked at each other on and off, smiling the kind of smile that says You are amazing. I was flying high, nearly overcome by the thought that I’d arrived at a whole new stage in my life. That stage was one where I was finally living in a way that was true to who I am. It’s one thing to say, "I’m gay." It’s quite another to be able to prove it and to love the proving of it. I’d loved having another guy manhandle (love that word) my d**k, and I’d loved holding his captive. It had surprised me how much I’d loved holding his balls, teasing his balls, feeling his balls. And maybe best of all, I’d loved how he’d responded to the way I’d touched him. I couldn’t have said whether it was ridiculous or not, but I felt as though I’d earned that sophisticated cockta
