Date: Thu, 01 Apr 2004 16:13:57 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Boys First Man Cock

Richard, who has been my friend all through school, called me early one
Saturday and asked me if I wanted to make a few bucks.  I replied "sure", so
he told me to meet him at 8:30 at Dr. Greenberg's house to do some yard work
for him.

Dr. Greenberg was a dentist who lived in the south part of town - the best,
the elite part of town where all the rich dudes lived.  When I got there and
started biking up the drive I recognized Richard's bike and another bike I'd
never seen before - both propped against the garage door.  Richard saw me,
introduced me to Pete, who he explained was new to town and lived across the
street from him. (I guessed he owned the bike I didn't recognize.)

Richard and I were both 11 years old and in our second year of junior high
school.  Pete said he was 20 and hadn't found a job yet, so he was pretty
much open to anything that paid him a few bucks.

Richard explained that Dr. Greenberg was able to care for his front yard on
weekends but the rear yard had gotten away from him, so it was our job to
really do a number on it - further explaining he had gotten the job because
his family was all patients of Greenberg.

Pete suggested we turn on the hose bibbs on both sides of the house and just
let the hoses soak up the ground before we started pulling weeds, digging
out Dandelions, and the other foreign growth in the grass.  That turned out
to be a good idea and, with moving the hoses ahead of where we were working,
we accomplished an impressive amount when Dr. Greenberg came home for lunch
and looked at what we'd already done.  He must have been impressed, too,
because he gave us twelve bucks to divide between us to go buy some lunch.
We went to a malt shop that was on the highway and also on the south side of
town and had burgers and malts.

Sitting in the booth, across from Richard and Pete, was the first time I got
a real good look at Pete.  I also got a real good hard-on.  He was one
good-looking stud, fair skin and blue eyes but with black hair.  You
couldn't say he was a body builder but his physic was impressive.  Once he
caught me looking at him; I diverted my eyes only to get caught a second
time a few minutes later - this time he smiled at me.  I quickly developed
an erection.

Greenberg was home about 5:30.  We had the lawn all cleaned up, the stuff
we'd pulled out placed in plastic bags and the lawn was mowed.  Sprinklers
from both hoses were playing water over the lawn and it looked great.  He
handed each of us a twenty-dollar bill.  Shit!  I was so surprised, so
happy, I felt like a millionaire.

I thought that was the end of it, but Richard suggested we ride our bikes
out to what was known as the No. 2 irrigation canal that ran along the west
side of town.  He led us to a spot where we could sit on a concrete
structure that housed a control valve to regulate the flow of the ditch - it
was in the shade of some trees, isolated and kinda pleasant.

So, Pete lit a cigarette, and we made small talk for a while until Richard
said, to my utter surprise and embarrassment, "Pete why don't you show Joey
your dick?"

To my even greater surprise, Pete unzipped his blue jeans and whipped out
the biggest cock I'd ever seen.  It was seven inches, cut and totally
beautiful hanging out of his fly and down between his legs.  In fact I'd
never seen anything so beautiful.  Another hard-on.

Richard, addressing me said, "Joe have you ever seen such a big cock?  I
didn't know they got that big."  I nodded my head in agreement.  And, that
was the end of the respite on the concrete wall around the control valve.
Pete put his cock back in his pants - much to my chagrin - and we rode our
bikes back to the north side of town.

After I'd eaten supper, showered and watched TV for a while and went to bed,
the first thing I did was jack off remembering how big and how beautiful
Pete's cock was.  Even though I hadn't quite reached puberty, jacking
produced an indescribable feeling.  I was really relaxed but I couldn't go
to sleep.

As I replayed the events of the day, I came to realize the reason Richard
had asked Pete to show me his dick.  Richard, my best friend, had wanted to
show me what he'd discovered.  He didn't want to share it with me; he just
wanted to show it to me so I'd be jealous.  At this moment I hated him.  I
really wanted to see Pete again, see his cock again and hopefully play with
it.  However, living across from Richard would really complicate doing that.

I couldn't figure out how to get to see Pete, when, two weeks later, Richard
called one morning and said he'd see me in two weeks as they were going on a
vacation.

The next day, I rode the four blocks to Richard's house.  There was a vacant
house directly across the street so I guessed at what house Richard meant. I
knocked on the door. (I guess I should explain that the north side of town
was not the best side of town, but it was OK.  The neighborhood where
Richard and Pete lived was the oldest part of town and some of the houses
even had small barns left on the property  - they had once been sort of half
in town and half in the country.)

An older woman answered the door, I asked for Pete, she gave me a dirty look
and slammed the door in my face.  I was just about to bike away when Pete
opened the door and hollered at me.

"Go around to the back and I'll meet you there."

I was so glad he recognized me; so glad he would even see me again.

"Hi Joey, what's up?"

"Oh, not much, came by to see Richard but his house is all closed up.  Do
you know where he's at?"

"He's on vacation.  Lets go into the barn, I have some cigarettes stashed
there."

He lit a cigarette, was half way through smoking it when he said?"

"What do you want coming by here?"

Oh shit, I hadn't expected such an up-front, direct question and didn't know
how the hell to answer his question.  The only fucking thing I could think
about was to tell him the truth - I'd started out with a lie - full well
knowing were Richard was at - so I swallowed hard and said:

"Do you remember when we biked out to the irrigation ditch and you took your
cock out of your pants so Richard and I could see it?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I remember it?"

"Could I see it again?"

"I thought that's why you were here."

"Why would you think that?"

"My gaydar told me."

"What's that?"

"A special intuition that gay men have."

"What's a gay man?"

"A man that likes cocks instead of pussies."

"Oh.  Well, can I, or do you want me to leave?"

"Let go up to the loft."

When we got up there, I noticed the loft had a double barn door at the front
end, which we didn't open, and a window, half open, at the other end, which
we moved toward.  Pete immediately unzipped his pants and let them drop to
the floor; he had no underwear on - at the same time telling me to do the
same.

I no sooner got my pants off and had a chance to really look at him and see
his big cock again than I damn near passed out - the fucking thing was hard,
sticking straight out from his body and his nuts, to me, were unbelievably
big too.  One look and I remembered what he had said about men who liked
cocks instead of pussies.  I was gay, no doubt about it!

The sun was shining in the window and landing right on his genitals and I
asked if I could touch him.

"Look, you've got me convinced that you really don't know too much about men
but, anyway, let's cut the bullshit, OK?"

"What do you mean, are you angry with me?"

"No, I'm not angry.  Of course you can touch it, but before you get out of
here you're going to put it in your mouth."

I took hold of it and lovingly felt it all over, playing with it until he
said, "Jack it!" Well I knew what he meant by that so I started jacking it.

"Oh shit, Joey, put your mouth over it!"  I bent down and put the head of it
in my mouth. He took hold of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth and I
damn near choked.  If he'd shoved it one more inch down my throat, I know I
would have gagged.  He didn't move it, but stuff started pouring out of the
end of it - warm, slimy stuff and he kept gasping for breath, hollering "Oh,
oh, oh."

He still didn't release his grip on the sides of my head, so I had no choice
but to swallow the stuff that had come out the end of his cock.  But, it
wasn't so bad - in fact I kinda liked the taste of it.

When he finally withdrew, he kissed me and we sat down on some old, wooden
boxes that were stored up there.

He reached down to his pants on the floor and found cigarettes and matches
in one of the pockets.  He offered me one and I was so fucking horned up,
displaying my four-inch, hard penis, I accepted, thinking it might calm me
down.  When we finished smoking he had me stand in front of him; he, took my
boy cock into his hand, jacked me until he realized I was about to climax,
put it into his mouth and for the first time in my life I felt the
indescribable thrill of having a warm, wet, man's mouth to cum in.  Of
course nothing came out but Pete said it was fun feeling my cock jerk around
in his mouth while I had the feeling.

Pete seemed in no hurry to put his pants back on, but reached down and got
another cigarette out of his pocket.  I asked if I could play with it again.

"Sure, I'll move out to the edge of the box and spread my legs.  Just sit on
my pants, and go to it.  Just don't expect to get it hard again."

I just loved playing with it.  It was the first time I'd ever done it with a
grown man. It was so warm to the touch, so weighty when you lifted it up to
a horizontal position and so exciting to touch his ball.

"Go easy with the balls.  They're really sensitive."

I begin to get another hard-on being so close to that big dick.  He hadn't
said I couldn't so I got up on my knees, bent down, and scooped it into my
mouth again.  I could sure see why some guys, as Pete had told me, liked to
suck cock.  It was really exciting to have one in your mouth - I guessed it
must be especially nice to suck on a big one like Pete's.

"OK, Joey, that's enough for one day.  We better quit before we get caught.
Put your pants back on.  As soon as he'd put his back on he reached over and
grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt on both sides and pulled it up above my
nipples.

"With all that was going on, I forgot to look at the rest of you. Nice, real
nice."

He pinched one of my nipples with a thumb and a forefinger.  I said "Ouch".

"Sensitive, aren't they?"

"Joey, I'd never done anything with a boy before, but it was nice.  You got
me all excited and I shot a big load and you surprised me when you swallowed
it.  In fact you damn near succeeded in sucking me up the second time.  Do
you want to do it again sometime?"

"Oh shit, Pete, I'd love to do it again with you."

"Well we can't do it here again or my mom would get suspicious of a boy
coming and asking for me all the time.  Do you have a garage or something?"

"Yea, I do, and my mom works Monday, Wednesday and Fridays, but Richard is
always coming by unexpectedly and I'd just as soon not have him around when
we do it.  And, I forgot to ask you, have you ever done it with him?"

"Not really.  He asked me to see it one day and he played with it a little
bit.  I don't want him in on it either.  He's nowhere near as cute as you
are.  In fact you're being so cute is one reason I let you do it today."

"I know I blushed at that one."

"Joey, the days your mom works would probably be easier for you. Why don't
we just bike downtown separately and meet at the sidewalk benches at the
courthouse on Main Street, Wednesday at 1:00 in the afternoon.  I'll think
of someplace we can go from there."

I could fucking hardly wait for Wednesday.  In fact I could fucking hardly
wait to go to bed at night and jerk off thinking of Pete.  I sat around
every evening with a hard on.  Even the best TV programs couldn't distract
me.  When Wednesday finally rolled around my mom had already left for work
when I woke up. I was so nervous, I could hardly think straight.  I took a
shower, had some cereal and orange juice and was down at the benches 10
minutes before 1:00. No Pete.  Then I did get nervous, but he showed before
l:00, too.

"I was sitting on the courthouse steps watching for you.  I didn't want to
wait here at the benches.   Jesus, the only thing he had on was a pair of
red shorts. Follow me; we'll bike down to the river.  Shit, that was kinda
dangerous because it was the only road connecting the town to the Interstate
across the river.

But, we crossed the railroad tracks and turned immediately down a gravel
road that went away from the freeway access road and then turned toward the
river. I'd never biked down there, but the last building, where the road
ended was a small, locally owned meatpacking plant.  Pete had us lean our
bikes against the building and tapped on the window.  A young woman waved
back and nodded an OK.  "I've left my bike here before and she watches it
for me".  He got a large paper sack out of his bike rack and we walked to
the back of the property and down a branch line railroad track to the
railroad bridge across the river.  It was a timber bridge and the supports
were all on the numerous islands in the river.  Pete helped me get over the
side and work my way down one of the trussed supports.

The sack contained a beach towel.  "I told my mom I was coming down here to
go swimming."

"Shit the water isn't deep enough for that."

"We know that but my mom doesn't know that."

He spread the towel in a grove of trees that provided some privacy and we
both sat down cross-legged, shoes off.

Pete got a couple of cans of beer out of the sack.

"Have you ever had a beer?"

"No."

"Well since I've already corrupted you by having sex with you, I guess I
might as well go one step further and corrupt you with a beer."

We drank it slowly and were only about half way through the first can, when
Pete said, 'It's all ready for you.  I've had a raging hard on all morning."

"Me, too."

"Well, we better take things slowly or we'll end the fun all too soon."

I knew he had a hard on at the meatpacking plant and after we sat down on
the towel, facing each other, I could see the outline of it through his
shorts.  Too, I saw his upper torso for the first time.  His nipples were
larger than I thought was normal for a man and were ringed with brown, shiny
skin.  I guess he caught me looking, began rubbing a nipple with a
forefinger and said, "Why don't you start with sucking these - I'd like
that.  You'll be surprised, they actually get bigger and somewhat erect just
like a cock."

He laid back and I bent over him.  He was right; they did get bigger and
stuck out more.  I loved it.  "Bite them, too."  I did it very lightly and
he said, "You can bite a little harder than that.  I like it."  Damn, I'd
never imagined that men did this sort of thing to other men.

"Pull my shorts down and take your pants off."

His big cock sprung up and stuck straight out in all its erect glory.

"Don't go down on me.  I'd going to suck yours first.  I think that you'll
take it slower on mine if you've had a little relief."

He had me straddle his chest and he scooped in into his mouth.  I didn't
last long but I had a climax that was the most incredible, most intense I'd
ever had.

"Well, I guess I'll have to call you Joe after that, not Joey."

"What do you mean?"

"You just shot your first load of cock juice.  God, I couldn't believe it
and how often is it that another guy gets to take a boy's first wet cum
right in his mouth."

"You're kidding me."

"I am absolutely telling you the truth."

"But I don't even have any pubic hairs down there."

"You'll begin to get some soon, believe me."

"But I'm not even twelve yet."

"Puberty doesn't always wait for a boy's twelfth birthday."

"I thought it was the best cum I'd ever had - it was so intense."

"I guess so, your cock did a lot of jerking in my mouth while you were
climaxing."

"I'm going to raise my legs up and spread them as far apart as I can.  Scoot
down and take it in your mouth and do as I said - take it slow and easy."

As before, Pete's big cock mesmerized me.  I truly loved it.  I opened my
mouth wide and slid as far down as I could - almost to the root.  Luckily I
hadn't sucked him long before my mouth began to grow wet with my saliva and
I knew this would make it easier for me and better for Pete.  Too, I
remembered what Pete had told me when we first got down here, "Joey, you've
got to remember - cocksucking is both giving and getting pleasure.  In fact,
I have found out that the more you set out to pleasure the guy you're
sucking the more pleasure you're going to receive from doing it."

I believed him because it was sure better taking it slow and gently, as he
had told me.  I kept getting more excited and more erect the longer I sucked
his big dick and the longer he stayed erect but just below the verge of
cutting loose with shooting off.  I tried various things, varying the speed,
twisting my mouth around his shaft, sucking only the cockhead, holding just
the cockhead in my mouth and masturbating the shaft.

Finally it happened and it was wonderful - his mid section raised up off the
towel, he hollered and moaned and his cock poured forth with its sweet,
warm, man juice in a virtual flood that filled my mouth with pleasure.

After the second beer, Pete said he really liked my tight little buns.  My
reaction was - Oh, oh! Here it comes he wants to fuck me. He's going to try
to talk me into letting him stick his big cock up my ass.  Well, I've got
news for him and its:  'No way, man!'  Shit, he'd rip me wide open with that
thing!

"Joey, I'm hard again, you've got to take care of me again."

"Oh God, man, I can't take that up my ass.  I'd love to but it's just too
damn big."

"Joey, I'd love to fuck you, but that's not what I intend this time.  Have
you ever heard of dry fucking?"

"No."

"I'd just fuck you between your legs, but I'd use some hand lotion to make
it slicker.  OK?"

He reached in the sack, pulled out some lotion and squirted it all over his
dick and on his fingers and rubbed them between my legs, just below my
crotch. He put my cock and balls up onto my stomach, mounted me and guided
his cock to enter not only between my legs but just under my crotch, too.

Leaning down he open mouth kissed me and pressed hard on my lips so I
couldn't disengage if I had wanted to, all the while fucking me like mad
between my legs.  I knew when he'd cum for the second time in an hour.  I
could feel his love juice, warm and sticky between my legs.

This became a Wednesday afternoon ritual, until the 4th of July.  My parents
had gone to dad's boss's house for a small, annual company picnic, which I
hated and begged off going.  About 8 PM the phone rang and Pete wanted to
know if I could come up to his house; his mom had gone to a nearby, small
town to stay overnight at her brother's house.

"Bike up the alley and I'll wait out there and meet you."  When I got there,
he said: "Come on in the house."

He showed me some male porno pics on his computer, took out his cock and
told me to do the same.  Some were just pics of naked men with big cocks,
some flaccid, some erect, some were guys sucking cock and some were pictures
of guys fucking.  We both got totally boned up.

"Come on Joey, let's go to bed.  After some French kissing, he said, "Joey
let me try to fuck you."

"Oh shit, Pete.  You'd kill me doing that.  You're too big."

"I won't put it all the way in and I'll do it very slowly.  I don't think it
will hurt too much especially after I get in and start fucking you."

I thought 'Yea, that's probably what they all say', but at the same time I
kinda wanted to feel his cock inside me.  It would be just like he was
fucking a girl, so I reluctantly agreed.

He did take it slowly and after he got his cockhead in the pain eased off
more than I thought it would.

"Joey, I'm going to keep my promise - I'm not going to put it in all the
way."

"How much do you have in?  It feels like you've got the whole thing in."

"It's about half way in, believe me."

He began moving it in and out.  Once it slipped out and he had to put it
back in.  What seemed like an eternity was probably just a few minutes when
I felt him cum and was surprised that I could sense his cum shooting into my
bottom.

He rolled off me, pushed me on my side, laid down facing me, reached down
and jacked me off as he opened his mouth and kissed me hard until I
climaxed.

"You've got a real tight little boy pussy and you did really well for your
first time."

After a half hour or so, we got dressed; he kissed me and said he'd see me
Wednesday, as usual.

Damn I was sore back there.  I could hardly ride my bicycle and finally got
off and walked it back home.  I took a hot tub bath and went to bed.
Needless to say, I jacked off thinking of Pete, his having his cock inside
me' how he had moved it in and out just like he would if he had been fucking
a girl.  I had to admit it was exciting having a man with a big cock use me
that way and I knew I'd let him do it whenever he wanted to.  I wanted Pete
to like me.  I knew he already did, but I wanted him to like me even more.
I realized that I had a bad case of puppy love for him.

The second Wednesday in August, lying on his beach towel after he sucked me
and I sucked him up before he fucked me again, for the sixth time (I kept
count of every time he'd made love to me), he said, "Joey, I've got some
news for you and I'm afraid you're not going to like it:  My mom can't find
a job here and I can't either.  Her unemployment payments are going to
expire at the end of September so we're going to move back to Denver.  She's
already found a job there and our old landlord said he had an apartment
coming vacant that he'd have ready for us.  We came down here to be near her
brother.  I didn't work out."

I started to cry. "Oh, Joey, please don't do that!"  He wrapped his arms
around me and held me tightly against him. "Joey, now I've got some good
news for you.  I've messed around with a guy my age that I met about a month
ago.

Do you know Kurt Hamilton?  I told him about you and he wants to meet you."

"I know him to see him, he's a tall blonde, isn't he?"

"That's the guy.  He's going to come with us down here next Wednesday.  He's
all excited about it and wants to kind of take over for me when I leave."

"Do you think you'd like that?"

"How big' is his dick?"

He laughed, kissed me and said, "That's my Joey.  You get right down to the
meat of the subject, don't you?  How did you get so fucking horny so fucking
young?  His dick is a half-inch longer but thinner than mine, he's cut and
his pubic hairs are blonde.  There, are you interested now.  If you aren't
you should be.  He'll be easier to suck than I am and you'll have an easier
time taking him up your pussy."

Kurt turned out to be a really neat guy and I took an immediate liking to
him.  He was excited about me, too, because when he found out how old I was,
he said he was Scoutmaster for Troop 4 and wanted me to join.  I told him I
thought a Protestant Church sponsored Troop 4, so I probably couldn't get
accepted.

"Joey, there is no problem whatever, just consider it done.  You'll enjoy it
and I will enjoy having you.  We have pup tents for all the guys when we go
camping.  I'll let you sleep with me and I guarantee you we'll have fun that
you'll never forget no matter how long you live."

After that was settled, for the first time in my life, I did what I'd never
dreamed of in my wildest dreams - I sucked two men off, one right after the
other.  And, two men fucked my boy box, one right after the other.  Damn
what a day at the river.

"See Kurt, I told you Joey was a hot kid."

Addressing both Pete and me, he replied, "He's not hot, he's super hot.  I
never imagined I'd ever find anything like him in this dead, little town.
Is it a deal, Joey?"

"Sure!"  With that he open mouth kissed me.  We calmed down with a can of
beer each and started walking back to get our bikes at the meatpacking
plant.

Pete and I had one more trip to the river before he left.  I cried again,
and he hugged me and kissed me all over and tried to calm me down by saying
that I'd get over him after Kurt started loving me up.  He also took a ring
off his finger and gave it to me, explaining that it was just a turquoise
ring set in silver, not expensive, but he wanted me to have it to remember
him by.  As if I needed something to help me remember Pete.  It was too big
for my finger, so I bought a chain and wore it around my neck.

My 12th birthday was the 18th of September and the week after I went to my
first troop meeting in the basement of the church
It wasn't until the last Friday in October that we went for our first
overnight camping trip.

As he'd promised, Kurt had me sleep in his tent.  What he did was really a
surprise.  He had two identical, small radios that each could be plugged
into with earphones.  Kurt got the same, rock station on each of them and we
put on our earphones.  It was late and everyone had turned in and was
probably asleep.  We got naked, with Kurt explaining before we turned in for
the night, we'd have to put our shorts and T-shirts back on.  It was cold
but he had a double sleeping bag and he soon had me warmer than warm.  He
had me as hot as a firecracker.

"Joey, this station has a lot of music that has sort of a pounding rhythm to
it. Suck me up keeping time with the music and then I'm going to fuck your
tight little ass the same way."

Kurt had taken me home several nights after scout meetings, going by way of
the old fairgrounds and parking so we could suck cock, but he'd never fucked
me as yet.  Pete was right.  Kurt's cock was really skinny compared to
Pete's and much easier for me to take.  Skinny or not, he fucked me to the
music for a long time and I knew when he shot off that for the first time I
had really been fucked, fucked good, fucked long and hard.  And, I loved it.

We woke up about 4 AM, went barefooted out in back of the tent about
twenty feet and took a piss together, came back practically frozen but Kurt
warmed me up again, slipped my shorts down and his too.  No music this time,
but he lubed me up again.  He had the rhythm down and, although he didn't
last as long, he again gave my boy pussy a really good, early morning
workout.

One year later, almost to a month, Kurt left to go to college.  Again I was
totally bent out of shape but I didn't cry as I had when Pete left.  Kurt
said he'd see me on vacations and he's kept his promise, too.

Damn, but I missed him and I still missed Pete. When a man and a boy start
fooling around together it's such a wonderful and exciting thing for the boy
that it's only natural that he'd feel lonely when it came to an end.  I
never knew what time of day or night my mind would start thinking of one or
both of them and I'd spring a boner that urgently needed taking care of
immediately.  As I told you before, I missed Pete the most and sometimes
sucked on his ring while I was jacking off.

I tried to content myself with the fact that it wouldn't be too many years
before I was in high school and maybe I'd meet an older student that would
take a fancy to me.  Then, on one of mom's workdays, I was jacking off on my
bed when I heard a lot of commotion going on at the vacant house next door.
Holy shit, it looked like they had a son who was at least 19 or 20.  Damn, I
hoped he'd be living there - not just helping them move it.

I ran out and started watering the lawn on the side of the house nearest
where they were moving it.  Guess what happened?  The young guy came over
and introduced himself to me.  I asked him if he was helping the movers or
if he was going to be living there.  He told me he was my new neighbor; I'd
just have to get used to seeing him around.  He said his name was Alex,
asked me how old I was and I told him how old I was.

"Have you ever been inside that house, Joey?

"No."

"Want to come upstairs and see which room is going to be mine?

"Sure.  Just let me turn the water off first."

We talked for a while in his room.  I went home and finished jacking off.
For the first time in a long time I made it without thinking about Pete or
Kurt.  I fantasized about Alex and how big his dick might be - not that it
really mattered, I'd had my big cocks and I was so in need of another one I
was sure I'd be content no matter what size it was just so he was cute and
gave me some, once in a while -like at least once a week.  I always remember
Pete saying he thought I was cute.  I always feel kind of sorry I never told
him I thought he was cute, too.  Kurt never told me that.  The only thing
Kurt ever told me was that "I was a hot little fucker".  But then I knew all
he really wanted was to fuck my boy pussy.  He left no doubt that he sure
loved that.

THE END

Hope you enjoyed my story.  I know I've enjoyed writing it.  And, I think I
should tell you that it is a true story as far as Richard, Pete and Kurt are
concerned.  There is a vacant house next door but, unfortunately, Alex
hasn't shown up yet.  Maybe it will be next week or the week thereafter.  I
hope!  Wish me luck.