I was feeling pretty good, pretty relaxed.“Let’s go back to the living room. We were sitting next to each other.“Bob, unbutton that shirt.”I did. Gay sex So was I. Not like my bedroom.“OK, Bob. What made me put on some aftershave. It would be twenty-six years and two marriages, one ending in divorce… well, back to what I wish I had happened, my counterfactual night with Alan in 1976. Hungry hands.”“Yes.”“Let’s sit on the couch.”We did.“Nervous, Bob.”“Yes.”“Don’t worry. We will have to get you one like it. I think we may have more in common than you think.”I looked around – no girls. What a time.+++This is a counter-factual story of what might have been, but wasn’t. In a flash, he was back. And he told me to dress casually, as casual I would like. Low lights. Take off that sweater.”I did.“Better.”“Alan that is a great shirt. He was standing in it. Funny I wanted to see more. Undress.”I am not sure what he heard. I liked it some how. Then he kissed me. More and more I felt a wave of desire wash over me. I had certainly not touched another cock. Nude. He closed the door.“Right on time I see. He unbuttoned one more button. Sort of like an image of
