Back home after our experience at the fair, I found myself nervous about seeing Dave again. Would things be different? Would we still be friends? Was he a ‘homosexual’ as we innocently called them in those days? And most troubling, why were my horny memories of Dave and me blowing each other still so strong? Why did I have this urge to masturbate when the images of Dave sucking me kept recurring to me? Was I bi, or curiou...