To get in touch with the author, send them an email. Gay sex I should be afraid now but too many attempts have sapped my fear. I step off the train onto the boards of a vacant platform in the early afternoon. The house is tidy, quiet. Vaguely repulsive even. John pushed, I opened, back, pushed again, harder, I opened wider. Did not. I am virgin behind.Immodestly, I undo his black cords, unzip and pull down.Now I will know fear.Chris – the fair haired young lad with the blue eyes who pissed into the beer glass for me in my student digs. Somehow we connect. I should be afraid now but too many attempts have sapped my fear. Our manhoods pressed together. I step off the train onto the boards of a vacant platform in the early afternoon. 23 (a lie by 10 years), brown hair and eyes, denim top and bottom – so to speak.He looks old. I needed to submit, serve and suffer.It did not take long.
