He’s got nothing on just now that I can see.” Daniel sat down next to me again, and I reached for the ‘phone. . Gay porn . I watched as my own shamefully bounced in excitement. . . Your rugby kit? . . And it needs ironing, you say? That hurt me somehow. . I gazed at it in disbelief.“Kiss it again, now!” he ordered.“I can’t!” I said.“You can, and you will, Tony.”I met his face. You mean, he thought . Your rugby kit? I thought I knew what he meant. . I’m straight,” I countered.“And tell me, how many straight men do you know who will sit stark naked on a couch next to a man, of whom they have doubt as to his sexual leanings, and be milked by him until they come?” Daniel asked quite forcefully, a scornful smirk upon his lips.So, you’re saying, because of that, I’m gay?” I queried.“An ‘in the closet’ gay, shall we say?”“And what exactly does that mean?”“Well, perhaps you just help us out when we’re busy,” he said with a shrug and a smile.I looked down at myself, embarrassed at my very obvious pleasure at being handled“And Derek?”“What about Derek?” He smiled, challengingly open-faced at me.“I’ve nearly always had my suspicions about him.” I stared
