It’s strange that I don’t have a burning desire for a vagina two or three times a year. And if I did answer a straight sex ad and meet up with a married woman in the middle of the day and she fucked my brains out, I wouldn’t be in deep denial, pretending it never happened. I’d be bragging to all my lesbian friends about how many orgasms she had.

*

I think I’ll try a “Rick” this time.

This Rick turns out to be a telephone installer, and like most of the other “Ricks”, “Jeffs”, and “Johns”, he can only get together in the afternoon when he’s working, so his girlfriend doesn’t get suspicious.

He’s been with guys before and knows he likes getting fucked. This time, Rick says, he wouldn’t mind a little rape fantasy. Hey, I’m happy to make him my prison punk.

Still, when Rick says, “I want to stop”, I do—for a moment. My cock is inside him, and so I’m in a predicament. I’m really turned on and don’t know what to do next.

When Rick first walked through the door, wearing his GTE uniform, my heart skipped a beat. A beautiful boy of 28, with rosy cheeks, an impish smile, and dark blue eyes. Tattooed all over; a flaming heart on his arm, a weeping willow running down his back and spilling onto the top of his ass. Hairless. Muscular. Horny.
H
e immediately wanted to get it on. The sooner the better—he was on company time.

“You wanna smoke some dope?” I asked.

“Okay,” he answered after a moment’s hesitation.

“I won’t give you my real strong stuff.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m kind of a lightweight.”

“You wanna watch some porn?” was my next question.

“Sure,” he said without hesitation.

“Gay or straight?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Even though I only offered him my everyday stash, he smoked it eagerly, and got far too fucked up.

So when he says, “Stop!" I do, but then wonder is this a test? Does he really want me to go on, but as the rape fantasy he asked for? Suddenly, I’m a gay man caught in a straight man’s dilemma—does no really mean no? Stop mean go?

I decide to carry on, just a little, to see where it takes us. If he really wants me to stop, I will. But he never says another word, and soon I’m fucking him really hard—bouncing him on the bed like a rag doll.

I think he loves it. He says, “ooh” a lot when he comes, and then