Never Give Up!
Reading about it. Seeing all those videos. Thinking. Daydreaming. I closed out the page mid story; sat back in my chair, and said out loud to no one: "Yeah, I know what comes next. The touching. The kissing. The licks and nuzzles...all leading to..." I shut the laptop cover and sank down in despair. As a really late blooming gay guy (well over the age of my sixth decade) there was little about gay sex I had not learned of and experienced...at least in my head. A bit of self-consciousness about touching and being touched came from early rejections in the real world. Yet my mind and heart ached for a man. Holding him. Being held. His scent filling me with a calm desire to give in to all of my deepest needs. I work at a mid-sized picture framing studio. Customers like me. In that setting, I am friendly, outgoing, even gregarious. No one can tell just how sensitive and withdrawn I feel inside. When he came up to the counter with a bag full of old framed artwork, Todd smiled at
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