“The wet, fleshy lips of his slightly open mouth were the origins of another unexpected reaction of mine to which I also gave in. I suddenly felt the emotional desire of kissing that mouth. And that was something that some time ago I would have sworn to be immune from. Instead quite the contrary, I have always felt nauseated whenever I'd fall in with one of those johns—so numerous in this trade—who tried to kiss me on the mouth at one time or another of our time together enjoying our act of raw sexuality and even the thought had always made me feel utterly revolted. And yet that sense of disgust that was invariably joined to the mere idea of kissing another male was not present now in the thoughts I kept turning in my mind about kissing him, and tasting the flavor of his sensuous lips. I also felt like nibbling the curve of his bony jaw and going down over his thick, muscular neck, to leave a trace of me in every pore of his terse skin, in a trail of lust and pleasure.” KissingLustHomosexual Desire Book:Memoirs of Jeff X Source: Memoirs of Jeff X