. .”, I’m stuttering.Johnnie is saying to me, “Go on. Take a look. We know you want to.”“No – no, that’s all right.”“Go ahead. I do got a dick. It’s soft now and up inside my foreskin, so you can’t see it. Reach down there and make it hard.”“No way – I’m not – I won’t – ah, ah.”Tony reaches down in Johnnie’s bush and says, “C’mon, Johnnie. Lemme me make ya feel good”, and he’s got whatever’s there in his hand.I’m just standing here, kinda dumb.“There. Ya see”, Tony says. “Take a look.”I look. In his fingers there’s a cock (I guess). It’s maybe an inch long and looks hard. All of a sudden Ricky grabs my right hand and moves it down by Tony’s, saying, “Grab ahold”.“No way. Not doing that.”“Damn, Charlie. Gay sex . . . to both ya . . . . . . . . and mad. That’s why I’m gettin’ hard.” I know I’m lyin’. Something in me is a traitor to me.We’ve worked out for about an hour. My stiffness is gone now . and they form a semi-circle in front of me, with Ricky in the middle.“Ya look like some kinda caveman, Charlie. Hmm, wild man look. Sexy.”He is reaching for my cock.I bat his hand
