tough knowing you were gay and growing up out in the sticks."

For a moment he looked surprised, then started to laugh again. "You kidding me?" I shook my head. He shook his head. "Well, let me tell you Tory, I had everything I could do to keep guys hands off me from the time I was twelve all the way through High School, and then college." He chuckled again. "Hell, I had sex with everyone from the football coach, to my English teacher, to the principle, and that was just when I was in junior high!"

"You mean to tell me that while I was here, and fucking your mom, and you were so young, you were having sex with those men?"

He nodded and shrugged. "You're not shocked, are you?"

I just gaped at him. Finally, I found my tongue, "shocked?" I asked bewildered, "of course I'm shocked. Hell, those guys shouldn't have seduced you like that."

He laughed again, "what makes you think they seduced me?" He laughed again, and ordered another beer, though this time he ordered two shots as well.

"You know, I wanted to seduce you too." He smiled, and even blushed a little too, "but I didn't think you would go for it." And I remembered what Mussy had looked like back then. He had been slim, too pretty. I could remember thinking of him, dressed like a girl and having sex with him, as I jerked off in the house I lived in.

"Damn, Mussy."

He shrugged, "I was horny all the time Tory. I really needed it, and I couldn't get it from girls so what choice did I have?"

The beer and shots came, and we downed the shots, and he ordered two more. The booze was coursing through me. "What, you trying to get me drunk, to take advantage of me?" I asked kiddingly.

"Yup," was all he said. Then laughed at what I knew was a look of shock on my face. "Tory, if there is one thing I have learned being gay, you never know about anyone unless you try."

"You're kidding me, right?"

He shook his head, and I could tell he was serious. "All you have to do is say no, you know."

The second shots came, and we both pounded it back. I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him. Finally, "Jesus, Mussy, I'm not gay."

He just shrugged, "that's got nothing to do with it Tory." His beautiful eyes bored into me, "the question is whether or not you want to get blown, and if you want to fuck a hot ass." He stopped, and then continued, "You've fucked women in the ass before, right?" I nodded. "Not so different." He laughed, "in fact, you may find I'm a better fuck than most women."

This time, I ordered the shots. We were silent as we finished those shots, ordered two more and two more beers. I had no idea what to say, and Mussy wasn't helping me any. Finally, I spoke. "Shit, Mussy, what do you want me to say?"

He smiled, "I want you to say you would live to