We were spared any day-after awkwardness; Rob had gotten up early to go job hunting and to fill prescriptions and we didn't see him the rest of the morning. He arrived later in the afternoon, arms laden with groceries.

"What's up?" I asked, taking several bags from him.

"Well, I found a job and to celebrate, I'm fixing dinner for the family."

"You don't have to," I protested.

"Sure I do. Gotta pull my weight around here, don't I? Besides..." Rob looked around, seeing Karen in the kitchen putting away the bags' contents. "...I just want to show my appreciation. For everything." Didn't take a genius to figure out the meaning of his words. I gave in to the moment, all the while wondering what monster had been created last night.

Dinner was surprisingly excellent. Rob had done a masterful job in the kitchen. Afterwards, he insisted on cleaning up, which suited Karen just fine. We sat around for a while, drinking coffee and eating the apple pie Rob had made when Karen got up and called the children.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"Going over to Mom's. Promised her I'd help her with the program next week. We'll be back as soon as we can."

Inside, my heart leaped for joy; Rob and I would be alone to talk about last night. On the other hand, I didn't want to be alone with him, unsure of myself. I stole a glance in Rob's direction; if he was excited at being alone with me, he didn't show it.

Minutes later, Karen and the children were out the door. Now alone with Rob, I made a show of emptying ashtrays. I could feel anticipation flowing through me.

"Here," Rob said, reaching for the ashtray I held. "I'll do it." I didn't offer much resistance as he took the ashtray from me. "How long will Karen be gone?"

I knew Karen's visits with her mother often took several hours. I looked at my watch - it was 6:30. "She won't be home until 11 or so," I answered.

Rob nodded, returning the ashtray to its proper place. "So, what do you want to do? Play cards or something?"

"I can think of something better to do," I said.

Rob smiled and his eyes sparkled. "I was hoping you would," he said. Without another word, he turned toward his room and I followed him.

Once inside, Rob removed his clothes and stretched out on the bed. As I undressed, I couldn't stop myself from admiring his body. Skinny by comparison, his chest had a few strands of curly hair adorning it. My eyes traveled down the length of his flat stomach to his crotch where his cock lay nestled in dark reddish-blonde hair. My own cock, now free of its trappings began to rise to the occasion and I found myself wanting him so very much.

I lay next to him, propping myself up on an elbow and looked into his eyes. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there, his thin lips slightly parted. My own senses were heightened; I could actually see his pupils widening as his own excitement worked its magic on him. Little beads of sweat appeared as if by magic and, before I realized it, I lowered my head, kissing him deeply.

My tongue slid between his lips and found his and I could hear and feel him moan in delight. My cock, which was merely stirring, went to full raging hardness in an instant and I felt a little lightheaded as blood rushed to fill my member. Rob's arms embraced me, pulling me closer to him. A part of my mind was aghast while another just didn't give a fuck.

We broke the kiss. Rob had a far away, dreamy look in his eyes and, sweet Jesus, I could feel my own love for him growing. He sat up, pushing me onto my back and I allowed it, giving myself up to the moment. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through me as Rob nuzzled my neck and throat, kissing his way down to my nipples. He sucked each one in turn, increasing my pleasure before leaving them for his true objective.

His lips fluttered across my stomach until he reached the engorged knob of my cock. I sighed as his mouth closed over it, his tongue spiriting away the drop of pre-come which had collected there. Rob uttered a little cry of delight, swallowing as much of my eight-inch hardness as he could before gagging slightly.

"Easy, baby," I whispered. "Just relax and go easy."

Rob squeezed my sac gently in reply. Taking a deep breath around my thickness, he proceeded to swallow me whole, his nose coming to rest in my jet black pubic hairs, and I sighed. To show my appreciation, I managed to move him until I had access to his own turgid member. At my initial touch, Rob trembled and his hips urged me to continue. To my own surprise, I did, drawing him into my mouth.

This wasn't the first time I'd ever had a man in my mouth; still, this was the first time it ever meant anything to me. Rob's smaller shaft felt so good in my mouth! Despite myself, I could feel myself getting into sucking him, taking him fully into my throat easily. I let my tongue do its own thing along the smooth, swollen glans, teasing and probing, relishing the sheer pleasure of it.

My actions prodded him to greater action as Rob increased his efforts against my stiff manhood. Inwardly, I smiled; he was trying so hard to please me while my efforts were, well, effortless. Then again, I was much more experienced at this. I could feel the telltale ripples running along Rob's cock, signaling his imminent release. He was close to losing it and it was my honor to make sure he did.

Rob fucked into my mouth furiously and it was all I could do to keep my teeth from nipping him too hard. He lifted his head free of my cock, crying out as the first spurts of his come splashed into my waiting mouth. Oh, but he tasted so sweet! Hungrily, I drained him, leaving his cock very limp.

I propped myself up once again and looked at the exhausted younger man, feeling rather happy with what I had accomplished. Rob lay there panting, his eyes unfocused and trying to look everywhere at once.

"Wow," he rasped after a few minutes. "Jesus, you're good! I take it you've done this before."

I smiled sweetly at my new love. "Of course I have. Been a while, but it's like riding a bike, you know?" Still collecting his thoughts, all Rob could do was nod. I could feel my erection hot against my stomach, unattended. Surprisingly, it didn't bother me as it might have under other circumstances. No, I was content, taking a great deal of pride and pleasure of having gotten him off.

"I need you to do something for me," Rob said.

"What's that, babe?" 'Babe?' Oh, Lord...

"I want you to fuck me."

I was afraid of this. In my slightly perverted upbringing, I knew what it was like to be on either end of this deal, learning I really didn't care to be fucked. This put a thing in my head to never want to fuck someone in the ass - no point in me doing something I didn't like having done, right?

"I, uh, I can't," I stammered.

"Why not? I want you."

"I, shit, I can't explain it."

"You don't love me." I could hear the tears in his voice, making me feel like a heel.

"Of course I do." Who said that?

"Then do it. Stick that big, black motherfucker up my ass! Show me you love me."

One part of me argued against violating any more of my so-called principles. Another part, the one attached to my very thick and swollen cock, was telling me to fuck the dumb shit and do what I had to do.

I rolled over onto Rob, who raised his legs to admit me. With my free hand, I applied a generous dollop of saliva to my fingers before transferring it to my cock, which throbbed hotly. Returning my fingers to my mouth (and noticing how good my own cock tasted), I applied spit to Rob's asshole, feeling it pucker and quiver at my mouth. I slipped a finger into him, causing him to gasp and left it there for a moment for him to get used to.

"Please, do it now," he whimpered and I had to resist plowing right into him.

Impatience won over common sense and I withdrew my finger, placing the enormous bulb of my cock at his back entrance. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, one part hoping he'd say no, one part not giving a flying fuck.

"Yes, baby, I'm sure. Do me..."

I took a deep breath and pushed forward, feeling the head of my cock slide past the thick ring of muscle easier than I had expected. Another push and I was clear of his sphincter and into the depths of his bowels.

Oh, what a delicious feeling having that tight ring of muscle squeezing me! His rectum tried to evict me and I remained still until the spasms receded before continuing. I looked up and my eyes locked with Rob's. I searched for any signs of discomfort on his part, pleased to find none.

"Come on, give me the rest of it, you son-of-a-bitch! Shove that black monster in me!"

With a grunt, I pushed the remaining five inches into my lover until I was in up to my balls. Rob cried out softly as I spread him wide.

"Ooooh, yes! Now fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass!"

Any objections I had about doing this went on vacation and I fucked him in earnest, delighting in the feel of his tight ass around my thickness. Time had no meaning as I pulled out, leaving the head in place before plunging back into him. Between us, I could feel Rob's cock, now hard again. Raising up a little, I looked down, taking in the startling contrast of our bodies as they meshed together, mine dark, his light.

I continued to fuck into Rob, taking such delight in making him cry out with pleasure with each thrust of my hips. Still looking down between us, I saw his cock begin to spurt another sweet load of come; the heavenly sight was enough to trigger my own release. My eyes, previously reduced to slits, flew open as the first wave of pleasure crashed into me.

What an interesting feeling! I could feel my seed splashing against his innards and flowing back along my quivering shaft. As Rob writhed beneath me, I could feel the overflow escape the confines of his ass to flow onto the exposed portion of my cock. Explosions of light and color flashed in my mind as I emptied my balls into Rob until, finally, the spasms had subsided.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto Rob's chest, breathing like an old steam engine. Rob's arms embraced me tightly and his legs locked themselves around my waist. We continued to move against each other, both trying to collect our shattered thoughts. To my surprise - or delight, depending on how you cared to look at it, I was still hard inside him, something Rob hadn't failed to notice.

"Kenny, you are so big inside of me! You're still hard!"

I couldn't say anything - there wasn't anything to say. An ages-old program took over: Dick's hard, buried in another's body, let's fuck. Collecting myself, I once again picked up my rhythm, amazed at the unusual display of stamina, especially after such an intense orgasmic flow.

"No, please..." Rob moaned. "I can't take any more..."

Raising up in push-up position, my eyes flashed angrily. "You wanted this, you're going to get this." What the hell was going on here?

Rob struggled to free himself, to no avail. I was too big, too strong for him to move. Not to mention I had eight inches of cock inside him.

"No, my master! Don't keep fucking me. I beg you!"

Master? Oh, well...

"If I am your master, you must submit to my desires, right?"

"Yes, my lord and master."

"Then shut the fuck up and open those legs."

"As you wish, my master."

If I were watching this taking place in a movie or something, I would have been on the floor laughing until I pissed myself. However, this wasn't a movie and I wasn't watching. His submission mollified me and I continued to bang his asshole even harder.

"How dare you disobey me!" I growled. "You must be punished..."

"Punish me, my lord. Hurt me for being disobedient. I deserve no mercy."

And I gave none. For that moment in time, it was like I was watching someone else. Savagely, I pulled out of Rob's tortured back hole, flipping him over onto his knees. "Get your ass up here," I commanded.

"Yes, my master." Rob scooted up onto his knees, offering his ass to me, which I promptly slapped as hard as I could, causing him to cry out in pain (pleasure?). My passions were inflamed as I took in the sight of my large hand print emblazoned onto the pale flesh of Rob's ass.

"Never, defy me. Never!" I said, adding a hand print to the other buttock.

"Fuck you, my master," Rob growled.

"You wish," I replied, plunging eight inches of steel-hard cock into him instantly. Rob grunted and fell forward at the sudden impact. I didn't bother with ordering him to his knees - I just banged away at his ass until an enormous wave of pleasure basically kicked my ass. I exploded into Rob and some kind of bomb went off in my head. Some wild animal was inside my head, howling at the moon as I once again emptied my seed into Rob's overworked backside.

The future was starting to look promising, I thought, as we lay next to each other. Within minutes, Rob was snoring away and I took my leave of him, going to the bathroom and showering. Just as I was done, Karen returned.

"How was your evening, dear?" she asked, herding the children off to their rooms.

"Relatively quiet," I responded. "We had a long talk about a few things."

"Nothing serious, I hope?"

"Nothing we can't handle. It was a good evening..."

I stand on the brink of discovery, right along the edge of absolute certainty and not having a clue. I am in the process of becoming... what? So many questions and not nearly enough answers! Is it a question of what I am or is it a matter of who I am? Just as important, is who I am what I am? Or is the opposite the truth I am searching for?

Truth. Everyone wants to know it, not everyone can deal with the harsh reality which often accompanies it. There are many truths; still, the one which matters more, is the truth about one's self. And this is the truth which is the most telling and the most difficult to deal with.

Before Rob, I was content to deal with my perversion as "one of those things." Even then, I had shown a great love of being intimate with men. Oh, it is such a rush, knowing you are doing something most people would never approve of. Fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked - it was all about getting your rocks off, wasn't it?

Karen once again shifts her position beside me, deflecting my thoughts into another direction. The woman beside me is my life and my only true love. Instead of drawing comfort from this thought, it only serves to darken my mood further. I've been unfaithful to her. Not for the first time, but this is so very different!

The events of the past couple of days cannot be compared to others. This isn't a case of having too much to drink and shit happening, as it did with my best friend. Nor is this a case of not paying attention to things and getting caught up beyond escape as it was with the man who followed me home one night. That particular experience taught me a few things - and not just about making love. No, this thing with Rob was different because it is something I went into willfully and without reservation.

Troubled, I turn onto my side, wondering how Karen might react if she ever walked in on me and Rob. Sure, she was a very understanding woman - but would she understand this? With the thoughts rebounding through my mind, I drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next couple of weeks were filled with both conflict and joy. Whenever Karen would leave, Rob and I would go at each other as if we were starving. More often than not, we would just get finished pleasing each other just as Karen would return.

On one such occasion, Karen had left with the children for church and I was experiencing a bit of heaven myself because I knew I would have several hours with my friend and lover. Just as my mouth covered his erection, I heard the door open and Karen calling for me.

I suppose it was a good thing I hadn't gotten completely undressed. As I walked from Rob's room (leaving him hiding under the covers feigning sleep), Karen gave me the strangest look as she told me why she had returned. As I got the forgotten item for her, I was filled with dread; did she suspect anything?

She had to - there was no reason for me to be in the room with Rob. As it was, Karen thanked me and left once again, leaving me momentarily relieved because she didn't ask why I was in there. After regaining my composure, I returned to Rob and loved him. All the while, I listened for the door...

That night, after making love with Karen, I faced the truth about myself. Because of Rob, I was now questioning my sexuality for the first time. Was I gay? My mind quickly dismissed this, simply because there was a woman lying next to me with my seed leaking from her and it was good to be inside of her, making her writhe with pleasure.

Okay, so I'm not gay. What am I? Past experiences rushed into my mind to provide the answer I really didn't want to hear, forcing me to see things about myself I didn't want to see.

The night Donald and Joyce participated in a mini-orgy with us; in the heat of passion, my best friend's mouth and tongue toyed with my cock as Joyce and Karen took him to new heights. As his mouth covered my cock head, I was surprised but played it off as accidental.

The night Donald and I got drunk flashed into my mind. As I listened to Karen snoring, I could still feel Donald's cock pumping sperm into my throat and could hear his cries of pleasure.

The night the guy with the biggest dick I'd ever seen who followed me home from the Chinese restaurant was next. Clifford had paid me handsomely to have sex with me. Being broke and alone at the time, I took him up on his offer, only to learn many valuable lessons, all of which were coming home to roost. At one point, Cliff's eleven-inch cock found its way into me and he fucked me despite my feeble protests.

I sat up in bed, beads of perspiration forming and falling down my face as everything begins to fall in place. I had found the common denominator in what appeared to be random events. In each case, I had enjoyed myself. True, with Donald, we were both five sheets to the wind; in retrospect, I knew it was something I had always wanted to do with him.

With Cliff, I used the justification of doing it for the money. But this wasn't true at all. When I first saw his gigantic cock, my first impulse was to get it into my mouth. I knew the truth about myself then, even as his massive erection gagged me - I just didn't acknowledge it. The truth came closer to the surface even as Clifford emptied his balls into my ass. I had protested and, in truth, could have physically stopped him. Yet, I didn't do one damned thing as inch after inch of his monster cock slid into my backside, nor did I retaliate when the situation was reversed.

I get out of bed and go to the kitchen for water, my mind racing as the pieces continue to fall into place. I return to bed, lighting a cigarette as another part clicked neatly into place. It hadn't been enough for me to have sucked Cliff off and then be fucked by him.

I exhaled loudly, a cloud of smoke wafting into the night air. Not only did I get to fuck Cliff in return, I even got inventive, taking advantage of the fact he had eleven thick inches of dick. As I fucked his ass, I managed to suck his cock at the same time. Cliff made me pay for the pleasure, too; he came so hard and so much I had his sperm coming out of my nose, even as I filled his ass with mine.

And now this. The truth about myself is I liked women... and men. My mind filled with every situation I'd ever been in, quickly searching for the common points. In each case, no matter how I tried to justify it, I participated because I wanted to. Not for money or on a dare, not because I was drunk, either.

My restlessness woke Karen, prompting her to ask why I was still awake. I figured if I told her I was just thinking, she'd go back to sleep... not.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, turning to face me.

"Just some things about my life," I answered. "You know, trying to sort things out."

"Things like what?" Karen asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Just things," I said, praying she'd go back to sleep.

"Oh."

Karen got out of bed and put on her robe before stumbling her way to the bathroom. As I listened to the sound of her pissing, I knew the moment of truth was upon me. There was no way I would be able to avoid answering her directly for much longer!

Karen returned to our bed, taking off her robe and lighting a cigarette of her own. Even though I had my eyes partially closed, I could see her looking at me closely. Here it comes...

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is there something going on between you and Rob?"

Outwardly, I know my expression didn't change. Inwardly, my heart froze in my chest as fear clutched it with icy fingers. Time for total truth, Kenneth. I took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes, there is." There, it's out in the open. As I waited for Karen to respond, my thoughts went to Rob, asleep in the next room. My relationship with Karen just might end here, but I could still try to protect him. I turned to look at my wife, trying to read the expression on her face in the darkness of the room.

"I thought so," she finally replied, settling into the bed next to me. "I had a feeling something was going on but I couldn't put my finger on it."

"I'm sorry," I offered weakly. "I just couldn't help it."

"I see," Karen said before falling silent.

It's really funny how you can get to know someone after being together for years. I didn't have to see my wife to know she was thinking about this revelation - I could hear and feel it. As she drew a deep breath, I knew something was about to happen.

"You want to tell me about it?"

Whoa! I expected something - but not another question. Even as I retold the events of the last couple of days, I knew my reprieve was a short one. Once the whole tale had been told, I just knew she'd go ballistic and take her rage out on both me and Rob. Tears welled into my eyes, hot and stinging as I told her why and how. Through it all, Karen listened quietly as I explained things to her in graphic detail until, finally, there was nothing left to tell as I waited for my life to end.

I didn't have to wait long. Karen exhaled loudly, sitting up and looking at me. I'm glad you said something about this," she said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, fearing the worse.

"Nothing. Actually, I think it's cute," she said, taking me into her arms and holding me close to her.

I can't begin to explain the relief I felt as her words sank into my mind. I returned her embrace, grateful for more things my pitiful words could never reveal.

"Just do me a favor, will you?"

"What's that?" I asked, snuggling against her breasts.

"Be careful. I don't think this is something you want people finding out about you."

After promising to be careful, Karen and I made love again. This time, it was much sweeter than it had been hours before. I had come out, in a sense, and the woman I love approved of it.

Rob left us a week or so later, never to be seen again. Prior to his last days with us, Rob and I made love with a new sense of urgency and intensity. I had told him about my conversation with Karen; at first, he was frightened until I was able to convince him there would be no retaliation on her part and that our actions together were given her blessing.

The last night time we made love was so much more special than the first. Our lovemaking normally consisted of mostly oral activities; on a couple of occasions, I fucked him, without any of my former reluctance and without the feelings of revulsion I had previously come to associate with anal sex.

Rob and I would suck each other until neither of us could manage one single drop of sperm. Even if Rob had no prior experience sucking cock, he learned quickly, coming to rival my own wife's ability to deep throat me. We could never get enough of each other and I admit to having a major fascination with his cock.

In my past, I knew I never enjoyed eating another man as much as I did Rob, with Cliff being the only exception; there's something special about being able to swallow eleven inches of cock. With Cliff, I learned to forever suppress my gag reflex because I was determined to swallow every inch of him. Certainly, it came with a price - I also learned it's hard to breathe with thick gobs of sperm in your nose and sinuses.

However, with Rob, taking him deep into my throat, while much easier than Cliff, meant much more. It gave me a sense of being fulfilled, as opposed to the feelings of accomplishment I got with Cliff. Where Cliff poured incredible amounts of sperm into my throat (and ass) beyond my ability to deal with it, Rob's comings were minuscule in comparison, even to my own spurts of manliness.

The difference here was simple: I was deeply in love with the man who shared much more with me than just our first names. When sucking me, Rob would fuss over me like no one ever did, praising the beauty of my cock, flattering me with his appreciation for its length and thickness. When I came, Rob would continue to suck me until nothing remained; then get upset to the point of tears. Not out of disappointment but out of sheer happiness.

This last time began no different than the times before. We lay in each other's arms, kissing (something I'd never done before Rob) and fondling each other. Shortly afterwards, we got into our usual little discussion over who was going to suck whom first, which I won. Even as I devoured my lover, I could sense this would be a special night.

Scant minutes passed before my darling issued seed into my waiting mouth, sating my hunger for him momentarily. Then it was my turn to receive his loving attention. After lying back onto the bed, Rob kissed me deeply, his tongue playing with mine. Next, he attacked my nipples, something I could never get my wife to do. Finally, Rob lowered his head to my cock, whispering his usual volumes of praise, which always made me smile.

Sucking me off isn't an easy task; still Rob kept at it with dogged determination until I finally spilled my load into his mouth. Even as my erection faded, I knew what had to happen next.

"Rob?"

"Hmm?"

"I need you to do something for me, baby."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said, knowing I didn't ask out of any sense of fairness. The last man to have my ass, Cliff, did two things for me. One, it reinforced my dislike for being fucked, especially with eleven inches of thick, Black maleness. However, I also learned just how nice it felt, even for that moment. When being fucked in the ass, you are at the mercy of the person doing you. With Cliff, there was no doubt he was in charge; but he was just a fuck. My request to Rob was made out of love for him.

"I thought you didn't like being, ah, fucked?" Rob said, frowning.

"Normally, I don't," I replied. "But this is different."

Rob nodded as he sensed the truth in my words. Despite this, it took another five minutes before I convinced him to fuck me; I think the wrist lock I put on him helped.

I watched with detached interested as Rob first lubricated his cock, then my back hole. As his finger passed into me, I winced at the pain, squirming to adjust quickly; I knew seconds from now, something much bigger would find its way into me...

I opened myself to Rob as he positioned himself between my legs. Several clumsy moments were spent trying to insert the head of his cock into me - and I was becoming rather frustrated. Seeing the missionary position wasn't going to work, I turned over onto my stomach, grunting slightly as Rob lowered his weight onto me.

After a couple of slippery misses, I felt the knob of Rob's shaft lodge itself into my sphincter and I tried to relax as much as I could. This was going to hurt, but I wanted it so very much.

"Now," I breathed. "Do it..."

Rob obliged, thrusting forward as hard as he dared. For an instant, no progress was made as my ass refused him entrance. A second later, Rob was ripping into me, past the restricting ring of muscle at my entrance and fully into my bowels. And, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. As Rob settled onto my back, catching his breath, my mind flashed back to Cliff and his damnable horse cock. Cliff had been between my legs, sucking me expertly until I was spurting everywhere. As I fought to regain my composure, I could feel him lifting my legs and, at first, I though he was just moving them to free himself. Until I felt his slickened knob probing me.

"No, don't," I said, even as the head passed into me, followed quickly by five more inches of cock. Shamefully, I threw up a little as inch after inch of cock slid into me. As Cliff impaled me on his member, he offered sweet words of encouragement, stroking my face until all eleven inches were buried inside me.

Even at this point, I had recovered enough that I could I have used deadly force to remove him from me. In my heart, though, I knew he had me, just as I knew I would let him continue. And, continue he did, fucking me like I had never been fucked before. A couple of times, I had dry heaves as Cliff pounded my ass and the humiliation was almost more than I could bear.

I spent 45 minutes with Cliff's dick up my ass; his stamina was beyond anything I could ever imagine. By this time, I was pretty catatonic, just lying there, letting him have his way with me. In those 45 minutes, I came four more times as his eleven-inch monstrosity kept poking my prostrate. To my amazement, each time he made me come, my dick was completely soft!

Finally - or mercifully, depending on how you care to look at it, Cliff came. Oh, did he ever! I felt his cock grow thicker and longer. He grunted once and spent the next five minutes filling my tortured ass with his hot, sticky seed, leaving me to wonder where he was keeping all of this spunk.

Cliff didn't thrust into me like a madman, which, I suppose, was a good thing. No, he just held me without moving while his thick snake continued to coat my insides. When the first spurt hit, I just happened to be looking at the clock; which how I knew he came inside me for five minutes. Two minutes after he finished, he finally withdrew and an impossible about of spent seed poured out of my stretched ass hole, running like a small river down the inside of my thighs.

As Rob continued to thrust inside of me, I knew two things. One, this wasn't anything like I experienced with Cliff and I knew I'd probably not even notice it when Rob eventually came. The most important thing was the man I loved was fucking me. As he fucked deeper into me, I could feel his hand on my cock, massaging me until I came in long, thick spurts.

Rob cried out, his body stiffening. Despite my thoughts to the contrary, I could feel Rob spilling his love into me. When he withdrew, we were both crying out of happiness. As we held each other, I absently noted his come was staying inside of me, right where it belonged.

The next day, he was gone. I don't know what's happened to him and despite the years which have passed, I still love and miss him. But I have the memory and legacy of the love we had for each other. Although not directly responsible for changing my sexuality, Rob was responsible for bringing it all home to me.

I am bisexual, and proud of it. Rob, wherever you are, I love you... and thank you for awakening the truth within me.