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Lee picked me up in his 1969 Dodge Charger. The car was almost as hot as its driver. We drove and talked, at first mostly about work. But as we settled into the comfort of one another's company, the topic of conversation became more intimate.

"How long have you known you're a fag?" Asked Lee.

I was speechless. I couldn't get past the word "fag". I knew what I was. I'd known for some time. I'd just never heard anyone say it to my face.

"What's wrong?" Asked Lee

"You called me a fag!"

"So? That's what you are, isn't it? It's what we both are."

Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to reach over and smack Lee right in the fucking mouth. Where the hell did he come off calling me a fag?

"Lighten up, man," said Lee. "I didn't mean anything by it. Honest. You're still really uptight about the way you are, aren't ya?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. All my plans came crashing down, crumbled by a bitter taste of reality.

"Man, look," Lee said. "You are what you are. I am what I am. Since there ain't a damn thing either of us can do about it, we might as well accept it. You'll never be truly happy till ya do."

Lee was right. I was a fag, and that was that. "You okay?" He asked. I could tell he felt bad about upsetting me.

"I'm fine."

"Good," said Lee. "Now, how long have you known you're a fag?" We both laughed and the ice was broken.

"I guess I have known since I was about twelve or so. How about you?"

"I don't know. When I look back on things, I think in a way I've always known. I've been playing around with other guys since I was nine or ten, At first I didn't think much about it. Then, as I got older and began to realize how uptight people are about such things, I knew I was different."

Lee took a joint from his shirt pocket and lit it. He took a deep, hissing drag and passed it to me. Without hesitation, I took it and filled my lungs with the intoxicating smoke. We continued to pass the joint back and forth, taking hits, until there was nothing left to consume.

The grass was good shit. One joint had supplied us both with a good buzz. "How about we go to my pad," suggested Lee. "I don't like driving when I'm fucked up."

I had no objection to hanging out at his apartment. In fact, I was glad for the opportunity to see where he lived. I've always found that you can tell a great deal about a person by the things they surround themselves with.

Lee's apartment was small, but very neat and clean, Which came as no surprise. Lee was always very particular about his personal appearance. He had posters of rock stars on his walls, a strange contrast to the book shelves filled with classic novels. "Would you like some wine?" He asked. I nodded expecting a Flintstone's jelly glass filled to the brim with Ripple. Instead, he handed me a long-stemmed wine glass filled half full of vintage port. His life seemed to be made up of a variety of mixed cultures. Lee was indeed a very versatile young man. I was impressed, to say the least.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable," insisted Lee, as he kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt. The sight of his well defined pecs set me on fire. But he didn't stop there. He made his way across the room and put on some music. It was rock, but seductive and mellow.

I sat across the room, on the sofa, sipping my wine, watching Lee as he reached down between his legs and squeezed his restless cock. Pulling open the front of his jeans, he let them fall to the floor around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear of socks, so when he stepped out of his jeans he stood before me completely naked.

His movements were graceful as he approached me. Before setting his magnificent body between my gaping knees, he took from me my glass of wine and sat it on the coffee table. I was eager to show him my nakedness, but he stopped me as I reached down to unfasten my pants. "Let me do that. Let me undress you," he said seductively. I was like putty in his hands. His slave, willing to accommodate his every desire.

Lee pulled off my shirt and opened the front of my jeans. Leaning forward, he plunged his searing tongue into my belly button. My cock nearly ripped through my underwear. His tongue followed the narrow trail of wispy hair that led down inside my pants. "You taste good," he panted, as he hurriedly removed my shoes and socks. "I can't wait to taste your cock."

Lee tugged and pulled on my jeans until I sat as naked as he was. My stiff cock stood straight up out of my lap, lying back against my belly. Sliding his strong arms under my thighs, he leaned forward and took my smoldering balls into his hungry mouth.