Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2006 14:05:28 -0800 (PST)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Loft Part 3 by Danny The Witch

[Author's note: Just a another little reminder that this fictional
story is intended for entertainment and educational purposes only -
the author is not condoning or promoting illegal acts - It's just like
if you go to the video store and rent Texas Chainsaw Massacre and
bring it home and watch it-- the producers of that movie are not
condoning or suggesting to anyone to buy an axe and start killing
people - It's just like that-- It is a bit tiresome that I feel like I have
to keep making these author's notes: you'll notice if you rent the
movie Texas Chainsaw there is no such warning at the beginning of
the movie - It's like obvious, they didn't even have to say it-- I find
it ironic that Hollywood mainstream movies depicts all kinds of
violent, illegal, and reprehensible acts, often times glorifying the
offenders and yet I have yet to see one Hollywood movie that
depicts a positive and loving sexual relationship between an adult
and a minor save for one and that was the movie about Jerry Lee
Lewis.  Like I said, it's ironic that Hollywood thinks that it's
perfectly okay to depict all kinds of homicidal acts but for some
reason when it comes to people consensually loving other people of
various ages, all of a sudden they think that they can't depict that--
In fact there seems to be some kind of mentality that exists that its
somehow advocating something or wrong to depict an illegal act -
this is the main argument used why such stories as this should not
be written - and yet Hollywood depicts illegal acts all the time -
This reminds me of comments that are becoming more popular of the
most asinine nature - I have heard people say 'well in prison, even
murders hate child molesters!' I don't even think these people realize
how illogical and asinine a comment like that is-- don't they realize
that what they are insinuating is that somehow child molestation is
worse than murder-- that a deranged, psychopathic, killer of
innocent people, as bad as that may be, even that murderer has a
little enough bit of morality in him to know that he draws the line
at child molestation-- yes, yes, rape, pillage, and murder but I draw
the line at touching kids weenies in a way that it feels good.  I
wonder what these kids feel like, the ones where its all come out
that they have been "abused" to discover that their parents attitudes
towards it is the would rather the kid had been the victim of a
psychopathic killer rather than a child molester because somehow
that would be better.  This is all, in my opinion, (which is not
necessarily my own-lol) that the whole subject of intergenerational
love has been demonized with phantom arguments that children are
somehow harmed by loving touches in a way that is fundamentally
worse than horrible acts of real physical abuse committed against
children because you know their broken bones will heal, but the real
damage of child molestation is not bones but their souls and psyches
are argued to be harmed in a much worse way.  I think the entire
argument is stupid and a terrible insult to children who are the
victims of real and actual physical abuse, of which there is no
comparison - a child who has been physically assaulted resulting in
horrible and terrible physical injuries can not be compared to
another child who has been 'physically assaulted' sexually, unless it
was rape.  And not only has I.G. sex been so demonized to the point
that otherwise rational people express the most irrational beliefs
and ideas concerning the subject but that they would even go so far
as to say they would rather their child was the victim of a horrible
physical assault rather than be sexually 'assaulted'.  I think a
person like that could get back in touch with reality by asking the
kid what he thinks-- anyways, I'm babbling now-- the author P.S.
My personal opinions are my own and are not necessarily shared by
this station or its advertisers, nor by other authors of similar subject
matter, and I reserve the right to change my opinion at any time--
haha, just like a girl!  On another note, I just wish to express that
although much so called scientific study into I.G. sex is bogus, I do
however think that there should be more study into the subject of
early childhood sexual imprinting - for this reason I would suggest,
in theory-- only in theory-- that gay men boy lovers stick to gay
boys.  I believe that because of imprinting some psychological
complications can occur if a gay man has sex with a boy who is on
the path to becoming straight- although there is much evidence that
straight boys can and do experiment homosexually and its not a big
deal to them, none the less, I would suggest, in theory, that gay men
stick to only gay boys, and gay boys that already have some
experience with other men-- I know my story will not always be
consistent about this so that's why I'm making this remark now.
Okay I'm really done now-- The Author]



	I'm a boy-lover.  And let me you tell you, being a boy lover can
be a lot of fun-- but other times it can be not so much fun.
Generally speaking, when its fun to be a boy-lover is when you can
find plenty of boys to love.  Those times you can't find boy's to love,
generally speaking, being a boy-lover isn't so much fun.

	Of course, not having boy's to love, if you're a boy-lover can
turn out to be something a lot of fun too, but only when all of that
pent up unfulfilled sexual desire and frustration finally blows a
hole through the door of reality and into the supernatural-- then, it
can be a LOT of fun.  All of that energy; the most powerful driving
force in a man; second only to basic survival-- if pent up with
nowhere else to go, is an energy powerful enough to punch a hole in
the space between this world and the next.  But enough of that for
now.

	When I first came of age and realized I was a boy-lover, being
a boy-lover wasn't so much fun and that's because there weren't any
boy's to love.  But then something amazing and fantastic happened,
all of a sudden, like practically overnight in this country-- there was
suddenly boy's everywhere looking for love from boy-lovers. This
went on for awhile, and then eventually they suddenly disappeared
again.

	I was about forty when it first happened...

	You see, at the time, what was going on is that, although
most gays were still fiercely closeted, more and more of them were
kind of sneaking out to meet each other very discreetly.  The conduit
for this phenomenon, was a local-- like a park bathroom, or a
particular area of a large park with lot's of shrubbery for having
sex.  Sometimes it would be other locations like a certain stretch of
beach-- nudist areas, which were becoming more and more popular
sometimes would become such a local-- but mostly  it was a
particular public bathroom, or area of a park, and mostly in the big
cities.

	I was living in Newark at the time, and actually it was my
younger brother Dougie that first turned me on to the cruising at it
would become known.  Certain locations had their certain times, for
example most of the bathrooms operated during the day, most of the
park areas operated after dark.

	Douglass and I are talking on the phone one evening when he
starts to tell me about these locations popping up in New York
where he lived at the time.  I didn't know anything about it.
Anyways, he told me to check it out because, boys were starting to
play the game too-- it was like the train game all over again--
except different.

	So, what I do next is I start going out on my free time and
checking out parks and public restrooms all over Jersey.  Man, this
was the first lead I'd had to find possibly boys, in my whole adult
life-- I was pretty excited.

	After a couple of months I'd found about four or five cruisy
spots around Newark.  Three of them were bathrooms, two of them
were like bushy areas of a park-- one the big park in Newark, which
was very active after nightfall-- the other one less active, and more
in the evening time-- the other one, way late into the night.

	Anyways, I started cruising these spots and a lot of guys were
showing up to have totally anonymous sex, usually on the scene.  I
didn't see any boy's although I would see young men quite often
who were really big turns on and fun to have sex with.

	A couple months go by and I still don't see any boys but I was
having fun anyways having sex with the boyish if not boys.  But, I
was quite compulsive about going to the bathrooms and such
because of the possibility of finding boys there.

	During another phone conversation with my brother, he
suggested that I try to cruise during after school hours where it was
more likely for the little ones to show up-- he wouldn't elaborate
how little they might be.

	I tried this new tactic, and was half thinking this was all a
hoax-- my brother was putting me on.

	I drove out to this one public restroom that was located in a
park, fairly close by a junior high school - my brother had suggested
that one would be a good one to cruise just after about three
o'clock-- three to about four o'clock.

	Man, I was down there, and there wasn't much action going
on in the bathroom and so I got bored and started walking around.
At about three thirty, I went back inside the bathroom.

	I was sitting in a stall that had a spy-hole that allowed you
to see in the direction of the urinals.  This was exciting and
something to do when the bathroom was fairly frequented but
because the whole place was dead it got quite boring.

	I was about to get up and leave the bathroom again, when
someone was walking in.  Looking under the stall, I could see some
really young looking smooth legs-- the kind that boy's have.  I got
really excited and pressed my eye up against the peep hole, while
playing with my dick in my other hand.  Even if nothing happened,
getting a peep at a boy is quite exciting.

	I saw him enter into my peep-view.  I could see his face
clearly, and he was a beautiful boy of about thirteen; longish, sandy
blond hair.  Some slight freckles on the bridge of his nose.  He was
wearing school clothes, which consisted of blue shorts and a white
polo style shirt.

	At the urinal, I watched in eager anticipation as he undid his
pants, cheering him on silently saying to myself, 'Pull it out, pull it
out,'

	He opened his pants and exposed his genitals.  Almost
perfectly smooth except a small patch of pubes just at the base of
his dick, which you probably couldn't even see if he was erect.
Perfectly smooth little testicles, and a surprisingly large dick-- I
would say almost five inches when soft.

	I watched as amazingly he didn't pee.  He just stood there
letting his dick kind of hang there without even touching it.

	After a minute or so he quietly zipped back up and turned to
head out.  On the way towards the exit however, he kind of eyed me
though the crack in the front stall door.  I was masturbating pretty
heavily, and I didn't know but I had hoped he could see it.  He eyed
me for about ten seconds, and I got incredibly excited.  Then he
walked out.

	I sat in the stall and thought to myself-- instinctively I put
myself together and headed out of the stall and out of the
bathroom.

	By the time I got out, I saw the boy was walking towards
some picnic tables about a hundred yards away-- he looked a little
aimless, like he wasn't going anywhere just kind of hanging around.

	I kind of walked around the bathroom area for a few more
minutes, and then the boy started walking back in this direction.

	When he got to the bathroom, he just kind of stood outside.  I
didn't know what to do.

	He then walked back to the table again and a few minutes
later walked back to the bathroom area where I was again.

	He just kind of ambled around, just standing in one spot for
awhile and then kind moving to another.  I was getting an
intuition about this kid-- could he be... trying to cruise??

	I decide to walk in the bathroom.  I stood at the urinal for a
minute but he didn't follow me in-- I decided to go back into the
stall.  Just as I sat down, and got my dick in my hand and my eye
on the hole, he walked in again, and just like before he went to the
urinal, pulled out his dick and didn't pee.  After a minute he zipped
up again and headed out, once more eyeing me for a moment
through the crack in the door.

	I zipped up myself, more hurriedly this time, and when I got
outside, he was headed back towards the park benches again.

	I thought about following him over to the park tables but
didn't have one fucking clue what I would say to the kid-- so I just
ambled around the bathrooms some more.

	A few minutes later he comes back AGAIN to the bathroom
area-- and now I'm going crazy-- but I didn't know what to do!!
But my instinct was I had to do something, or this bait was gettin'
away.

	I was standing there my mind going round and round like a
Ferris wheel on super high speed, when suddenly the boy goes into
the bathroom.

	I waited about a minute and the followed him in.  When I got
inside the bathroom, I saw that he had gone into the spy-stall.  I
walked up to the urinal, and pulled my dick out like I was going to
pee-- man-- let me tell you-- I couldn't see if he was looking or not
by I KNEW he was looking-- I could feel it.

	I got my dick hard and started jacking off-- my heart my
pounding-- damn I was excited just knowing this boy was in that
stall spying on me and jacking himself off.

	But, I couldn't be sure.  I could also hear sounds coming from
inside the stall like little excited gasps of breath, trying to keep
quiet.

	I zipped myself up and walked in front of his stall, and
courageously eyed him through the crack in the door.  Man-- that
takes courage-- let me tell you.  Just as I thought-- the kid was
sitting on the stall jackin his hard dick.

	I eyed him for a minute or so and didn't know what else to do
so I walked back to the urinals, and started jacking off again-- this
time I was brave enough to stick my eye up to the peep hole.  At
first I was looking at his eye, and then he backed off, and let me
watch him jack himself.  After a minute I went back to letting him
watch me jack my own dick, super hard, and harder than I
remember it getting in a long time.

	While I was standing there, the kid I guess, stood up on the
toilet seat, and next thing you know the kid is looking down at me
from above the stall wall.

	"Hey--," the boy said, "Can I bum a smoke" he said whilst
simultaneously eyeing my hard cock.

	I had been smoking a cigarette earlier several times when he'd
seen me.  He motioned me with his hand to come to the stall door.  I
quickly zipped up ad when I got to the door he opened it up, not
being very modest that his pants and underwear were down to his
ankles and was sporting some pretty good wood.

	I handed him a cigarette, and he motioned me to come inside
the stall with him.  I was a little scared but like I said, this
bathroom for some reason was pretty dead-- only two other people
had used the bathroom in the last forty-five minutes.

	I got inside and he closed the door, and we didn't even have to
say two more words to each other-- I just sank to my knees and next
thing you know I had this kid's erect cock in my mouth and I was
sucking with all the pent up sexual frustration of a boy-lover who
never before had the chance to suck a kid off.

	I did pop it out of my mouth real quick to say, "Is this okay?"

	"Yea!!" The boy said.

	"How old are you if you don't mind me askin'?"

	"Twelve," he said. "Almost thirteen."

	And then I went back to sucking.  I sucked his cock for about
two or three minutes when the boy finally said to me, "Come on,
let's go outside, I don't feel safe in here."

	We zipped up, and he went out first, and a minute later I
followed him.  He was heading back towards the picnic tables, and
I eventually caught up to him-- no one else really was around.

	When I got there I, he had lit up the cigarette I had given
him.

	"You come here often," I asked.

	"Yea-- sometimes," he said kind of shyly.

	"Other boys??" I asked.

	"Yea-- there's about three or four others-- you want to go
somewhere?" he suddenly asked.

	"We could go to my house," I said, "But, I live like ten miles
from here,"

	"You could bring me back when were done?"

	"Sure," I said.

	He looked a little nervous to say something else, finally he spit
out,"Will you fuck me?-- I've never been, and want to know what
it's like."

	"Sure," I said, "I'd love to-- don't worry I'm really nice."

	"Let's go," he said.

	And next thing you know I was in my car with a sexy twelve
year old horny gay boy, anxious to get to my house so he could lose
his virginity.

	When we got to my house, I did more than just have sex with
this kid.... I made love to him.  I couldn't help it-- I don't think the
kid ever got so much obsessive attention-- it kind of blue him away-
- and he loved every minute of it-- so much, that he couldn't wait to
do it again....  But, let me tell you what happened that first time,
with that first boy-- I'll never forget it...




The Loft
by
Danny The Witch

Part III


"...Rock the cradle of love, rock the cradle of love, the cradle, don't
rock easy, it's true,
	...Chase the devil when he misbehaves, I 'aint nobodies fool....
 ...That' right rock the cradle of love, I'm sent from heaven above,
that's right!..."
				- Cradle Of Love (Billy Idol)

"...And then suddenly I was left standing down the hall,
	With a flood of tears well no one ever really heard them fall
at all
   Well I've been searching for an answer
	 just to hear the call of a night bird, Singin' come away come
away
 ...I'm a few years older than you...   I'm a few years older than
you...
...Well he seemed broken hearted something within him,
	He was no more than a baby then,
	the moment that I first laid eyes, on, him...
				- Edge Of Seventeen (Stevie Knix)





	Hi, my name is Mike.  You know the one.  I'm Dougie's older
brother.  Yes, I'm still around-- I'm an old fart just like him.  Crap--
I'm pushing eighty now-- still, I've got a few things to say.

	Dougie got around to tellin' me that he was writing his story--
well-- it's not just his story-- it's THE story really-- The story that,
as far as I know, has never yet been told.  It's an incredible story--
in fact, so incredible-- You got to be spoon sped a little at a time--
otherwise you'll just regurgitate it-- it's that incredible-- One of the
reasons no doubt, no one has attempted to tell the whole story-- It
has to be done just right-- just the way it happened-- sometimes, in
life, events can lead to the most astonishing realizations, and the
end results are so fantastic that the only proper way to
communicate it, is to just describe each domino, if you will, each
event that leads to the next, because that's the way it happens-- one
thing leads to another, and then another and then another-- kind of
like a stairway-- kind of like the infamous stairway to heaven,
allegedly built by the  Babylonians-- Everyone talks down on the
old Babylonians-- that they were wicked and everything but in the
bible, God is quoted as saying something most astonishing about the
Babylonians-- he said that the Babylonians had reached a level of
intelligence where they could accomplish anything they put their
minds to-- even, building a stairway to heaven, which is what they
were doing, and God said that no doubt, if he allowed them to
finish it, that is exactly what they would do, build a stairway that
lead to heaven--

	So, do you remember what God did about that??  It was
incredible.  He divided their language-- so that three men who were
talking with each other, suddenly were all talking a different
language-- that's why the word 'babble' has come to connotate more
or less nonsense coming out of someone's mouth-- incomprehensible
babble.

	Now, why is that so astonishing-- that God would do that??
I'll tell you why-- because it insinuates something very profound--
what it insinuates is that, mankind can accomplish anything they
set their minds to, provided they can do one thing with each other--
communicate.

	You may not believe this but life is full of astonishing mystery
and almost unbelievable revelations; happens to people all the time;
every day, as they say, and so to speak.  Ask people-- most people
have incredible stories to tell.  'specially if they're a little older, and
have been around for awhile.  Absolutely incredible stories-- the
only problem is-- is in the telling of it.  That's where most people
run into a hitch-- telling their story.  If they could just tell their
story so that another person 'got it', so to speak-- then, they could
share the incredible revelations that took them a whole life time to
discover.  But, like I said, that's the hitch-- the telling of it.

	You see, in my personal opinion, for whatever that's worth--
that little curse that God put on mankind back in Babylon, is still
in effect to this very day.  That is why, in matters of , oh for lack of
a better word, the spiritual and the magnificent, a man will find
great difficulty in communicating what he knows to another; and I
mean GREAT DIFFICULTY.

	You have probably experienced this yourself.  Remember,
maybe a long time ago-- maybe back when you were still little
yourself-- something happened to you-- just out of the blue--
something incredible-- something magical-- something that
expanded the world and the universe like an atomic bomb inside
your mind and heart and soul-- something of a spiritual nature--
something, that made you believe.  Maybe something you came to
doubt later on in life, but back when it happened-- it made a
believer our of you.  It doesn't matter in what?? That doesn't
matter-- that's the part that's hard to communicate-- You
remember??

	Now-- I'm going to let you in on a great spiritual truth--
something that takes some people 'till their like eighty or ninety to
realize-- if you're younger, boy, to grasp this truth, there's no telling
what you could discover.

	Here it is:  Whatever it is that you thought happened, at the
time it happened, IS what really happened.

	This is a great spiritual truth and applies to any experience
you have ever had at a time when you were open minded enough to
have it, and you knew-- YOU KNEW, this was a magical spiritual
experience.  You didn't have to figure it-- there was no figuring
involved-- you just KNEW it.  YOU KNEW IT.  You knew what
happened-- now, like I said, you may have come to doubt what
really happened later on and eventually, the experience practically
has lost that element of spirit in your memory.  Well that is-- except
a little sparkle.

	And I'll tell you why you doubted the experience later on, to
its spiritual significance, if in fact you did.

	You ready??

	It's because when you tried to communicate the experience to
someone else-- you encountered the babbling curse.

	And, this can be very emotional, when you discover that when
you are trying very hard to relate this profound spiritual experience
to someone else, particularly someone very close to you that you
really care about such as your mom or your dad or an older brother,
or your wife, or significant other, etc... and you find yourself
babbling on sounding totally incomprehensible even to your own
ears-- and all you come off sounding like is a bit disturbed and
totally unbelievable.

	That's a heartbreak-- and afterwards comes the doubting.

	You see, in order to overcome the curse, the person you're
trying to tell your story to, in order for your words to make any
sense to them-- they got to have a little spark of faith, and if not,
well-- without a babble fish, you kind of out of luck.

	It's really sad-- BUT, there's great excitement also because, at
any time in the future you can pull all those memories out of your
closet, and re-analyze them and re-discover their spiritual
significance-- all it takes is that same little spark of faith, and that
little spark of magic left in the memory fans out in a brilliant flame.

	So, if at times, it seems as though I am babbling on and on,
just remember the curse.

	I'm just going to relate one more thing related to all of this--
maybe, you'll think I'm crazy-- but if you do, you wouldn't be the
first.

	Anyways-- you'll be surprised what you can learn from
babblers.  No no, I'm not being fesceecious.  I'm perfectly serious.  A
long time ago, I discovered this truth-- and so you know what I
did?? I paid special attention when someone started babbling--
thinking to myself-- they must have something REALLY profound
to say that the curse was activated to smokescreen it.

	So, that gets my attention-- and then what I do is I listen--
really close-- as though theirs some really amazing truth hidden in
this persons speech, buried within a bunch of babbling.

	In fact, the more profound the babbling-- the more excited I
get because I know, there's an even more profound spiritual truth
hidden with in it.

	So don't laugh when I tell you when I'm out and about and
sometimes, you know, I live in the big city, as they say, and some
guy or gal comes up to me, that looks a little weathered, shall we
say; a little frayed around the edges, shall we say. Comes up to me
and starts talking up a gibberish storm.  You know the kind, you
just nod your head and say uh hu, uh hu, uh hu-- as they keep
babbling on nonsensically for as long as you'll allow them to talk.

	We'll let me tell you friends-- these guy's are angels walking
the earth.  Out of their mouth pours truths that no mortal man can
communicate-- but they DO communicate it.  It is rare, that it
happens to me but when it does and one of these fellas takes notice
of me and decides to start talking to me, I listen as though my life
depended on it-- because, I believe they're angels, and I'm not
kidding-- angels, aliens, whatever you want to call them-- a mortal
man in a drunkin' stupor who is temporarily possessed by --
something-- something; some personality of some kind, that is what
shall we say, holy wise-- or by some means the manifestation of --
well-- what can I say-- a friggin' angel!!

	There all over the place.  All you have to do is pay attention.
It says in the bible-- and I 'aint no bible thumper-- so don't get me
wrong-- but it says in the bible you may be entertaining angels
unawares-- and I believe it's true-- and they don't appear like how
you would expect them-- all dresses up in white and looking and
sounding all holy.  They most often appear to me as though they
may be homeless; shaggy, worn, and talking a little crazy by the
sound of it.

	I have entertained fellows like that, many times, and have
discovered that they knew things about me that no mortal man
could know; all disguised in all that gibberish-- oh yea and
sometimes they talk real fast, so you really have to listen and have
that little spark of faith because if you do-- you're going to hear
something that is going to blow you away-- they always blow you
away if you get it.  Guaranteed.

	I know I know what you're thinking-- they talk a lot about
the CIA and radio waves coming into the heads and stuff-- forget
all that-- it's the babble talk.

	Have you ever heard of something called the language of
angels-- it's also known as 'speaking in tongues'-- now, a lot of
church folks make funny sounds like birds chirping noises and dog
barking noises and they'll tell you that they're speaking in tongues--
how ridiculous is that?? Who the hell can understand them??  In
my experience-- they got it all wrong, an they're just fooling
themselves.

	This is what 'speaking in tongues is' is when you have a
powerful truth you want to communicate it and you just open up
your lips and start talking, and you just keep talking and saying
whatever comes to mind-- you just don't stop talking-- and
somehow, magically, spiritually, the truth get's communicated to
someone, if they were meant to hear it.  It's that simple.  Try it
yourself-- the most profound presence will come over you-- The
presence of The Spirit of Truth.  Try it-- if you don't believe me--
just be careful because babbling is quite addictive.  You don't want
to become one of those people that walk around all day doing it
waving their hands and such and carrying on.

	But-- I'll tell you this-- it's better to listen, than to speak--
listening itself is a spiritual exercise-- and, you'll be amazed to
discover that you can listen in more ways than just with your ears--
long story, and I'm at risk of babbling on here...

	People on Crystal Meth do it a lot.  I don't do the stuff
anymore-- It wrecks your body.  But, I live and work near the
crystal meth capital of America, more crystal meth comes through
here than any other city in the country-- they call this little town
here, which I will allow to remain anonymous-- The City Of
Vampires-- 'cause hardly anybody here sleeps.  It's very common to
see people out washing their cars and watering their lawns at three
o'clock in the morning, sweating profusely, AND-- it's always fun
to talk to them-- they're always in the mood to talk.

	In the beginning I thought they were hilarious-- man, they
talk fast-- and if you give them half a chance, they start babbling.

	Now here is a key about babbling-- men can talk ABOUT the
supernatural BUT, they can't talk supernaturally without
babbling.  And here is what I mean by talking supernaturally--
that's when, while your listening to someone babbling, you go
through certain levels-- the first level is that you start to
comprehend patterns in their talking-- its like a free association
thing, okay, at first it seems totally random and non-sensical, non-
sequiters BUT after you listen you start to make patterns, that your
conscious mind doesn't see but your sub-conscious is picking up
which it does intuitively-- its kind of like subliminal advertising--
you get this feeling like what their saying to starting to make sense
somehow; your making out a pattern of associations, but you
wouldn't be able to say what it was exactly-- you're just picking it
up-- then you go into another level, where you start to realize that
there's more than one voice speaking; more than one intelligence--
it's really weird; THEN, you enter the third phase, which is where
you realize that your experiencing something supernatural-- mostly,
the guy communicates something to you of such a personal nature
you realize with profundity that he is speaking supernaturally--
that is to say that the information is from a supernatural source--
and this is very important to note-- it's not the same as
CHANNELING.  In channeling, another intelligence, a spirit or a
ghost or a demon or something is speaking THROUGH someone--
however, in channeling, the entity being channeled does not have
access to information of a supernatural source.

	Now what is information of a supernatural source?-- humm--
that's hard to explain but when it happens to you-- you know-- hey
yea-- like those experiences we were talking about earlier-- see how
it works?? babbling is fun!!  Some people say it's God-- I call it
supernatural because, it defies all logical explanation-- you hear a
voice talking to you that knows you in a way that is supernatural--
I'm at a complete loss of words to describe it any other way.

	But, let me suffice it to say that talking to people high on
speed can be a lot of fun, and quite educational-- however, you can
be a little freaked out by it, and get really paranoid-- What you'll
discover eventually is that God is everywhere, and talks through
everybody-- all you have to do is listen-- and how will you know it's
God?? Oh, you'll know-- you'll know-- God is supernatural and has
supernatural knowledge of all things, and when he communicates
he communicates supernaturally-- it is so friggin weird-- it's magic!!
Pure and simple.  Just don't doubt it when it happens.

	One thing you'll find though is when you do hear a
supernatural message, and they have your undivided attention--
you'll notice more supernatural stuff happens-- like the people who
come out of the ether to distract you-- It's totally true-- You're
locked in right?-- you're listening to God-- and all of a sudden,
people come out of all directions demanding your immediate
attention to distract you from your supernatural experience-- It's as
hilarious as hell-- and it can make you burning mad!!  It's a game
you see-- the good guys and the bad guys and for most people this
whole war is taking place beyond their awareness-- it's loads of fun
when you start to see this shit happen-- yes-- I'm talking about
angels and demons man-- what ever you want to call them-- the bad
guys don't want you to have a supernatural experience-- oh crap--
maybe your landlord will show up creating some super huge problem
about the rent-- man-- the devil's tricky-- I'm just warning you--
man-- but it's loads of fun when you start to realize it's really
happening, and it's not because your on drugs-- IT'S REALLY
HAPPENING-- a spiritual war right before your eyes-- and people
are unawares and not because the spirits are invisible, it's just
totally like magic and hoodoo.  One side tries to open your mind, the
other side tries to shut it, in the process is blindness and sight--

	Now, what I like to do when I run into demons, is I like to
wink at them-- let's 'em know I'm onto them, and also it keeps me
from getting angry-- If you lose your cool-- you lose and they win--
oh yea and they also try to knock you off your spiritual throne
you're on-- you know, when you have a spiritual experience, you
ascend-- it's magic, you just go flying right up in the air onto your
spiritual throne-- and they like to knock you off, bring you out of
the spirit and back into the ordinary world-- and not by doing
something sexy either--not like you think-- they trick you into
saying something false-- it can be INCREDIBLY trivial, like
asking you 'do you know the time' if you make a statement that
isn't 100% true, you get knocked out of the spirit-- maybe they'll
ask you 'hey, you got a dollar' and if you say no, and there is
actually a dollar in your pocket-- they knocked you out of the
spiritual because its The Spirit of Truth-- oh yea, and they're also in
your dreams-- they're the enemy man-- and the want to ruin all of
this supernatural fun for you-- so they're not nice-- although they
can be funny-- hilariously funny-- all a bunch of clowns they are.
No I'm not on drugs-- seriously.

	Now, you might say all of this is really rather interesting
BUT, what the hell does it have to do with men loving boys and
boys loving men-- That, my friends is going to be the capper!! As
they say-- that's going to be the part most exciting to communicate.
The incredible part.  The supernatural part.  It all has to do with
The Story-- and The Story must be told, one domino at a time...

	My brother Dougie, asked me to help him tell this story.  I
agreed.  My brother and I, if you haven't already figured it out, are
different, but also the same-- it's a grand paradox, so to speak--
We're both gay, but kind of opposites; you see, my brother Dougie
has always been into men-- mostly men older than he-- attracted to
very masculine qualities, and I, since about the age of puberty, have
always been attracted to boys and young men.

	Dougie also, was always a bit, what shall we say, obvious to
tell that he was different-- you might say effeminate-- and I am
convinced over the years that this was all completely natural for
Dougie-- he never went to gay school to learn how to act and talk
like he was gay-- I, on the other hand, have always been what
people now-a-days call 'straight acting' that is, I don't express many
effeminate qualities-- it turns out were like opposites and opposites
attract.

	Just in case you're wondering, our younger brother Ed grew up
to be very straight-- we had fun with him for awhile when he was a
kid but mostly outgrew the fun and games that Dougie and I were
into-- which was too bad because he was such a cute bugger.

	But, let me get back to the first time I made love to a man-
lovin boy...

	On the way to my house in the car I learned that the boy's
name was Jeff.  He was absolutely adorable-- boyish and innocent
looking, but definitely had that bad-bay look going on.  He smoked
another cigarette in my car on the way to my house.

	Like I said, he had pretty longish hair, which was very
common then, being the mid to late sixties.  He had the look down
to a science-- he could have knocked boy-lovers over with one look--
sandy blond; it gave him a more than slight effeminate appearance,
almost girly, with his bangs hanging over one eye-- but man-- on
this boy the look was magical-- he was a Ganymede with that
perfect combination of effeminacy and masculinity combined
perfectly, angelically!!

	He used rough street talk too which was a big turn on-- just
hearing him say fuck was making my cock throb in my pants, I
couldn't wait to get him home-- he was like a dream come true for
me-- over twenty two years I dreamed about boys like him,
remembered them from my childhood and my dad's top secret
operations-- but after all these years had started doubting their
existence-- were there really boys into men?? I had wondered if it
was all our imagination-- if it wasn't for my brother Doug, I
probably would have stopped believing years earlier.

	On the way he asked me if I fooled with boys a lot, and I was
honest and said he was the first but I would like to.

	He told me that In Nebraska where he was from, he was
fooling with a few guys-- he told me that in the city he lived in, it
was pretty common, for boys and men to meet similar to how we
did-- that he knew at least a half dozen other boys at his school
that cruised also.  He told me even though he'd done some oral sex
with guy's but he never did anal with them but was excited to do it
now.

	He wasn't the only one that was excited.

	When we got to my house, we went upstairs to my room, and
boy, this kid had all of his clothes off in like five seconds-- I guess
he was ready.

	He let me take the lead, and after getting naked myself, I
leaned in to kiss him-- I didn't know if he was into that but he let
me.  He was a pretty passionate kisser.  God-- he had lovely eyes--
bright blue, the designs so beautiful so contrasted like you see only
in youth-- there could have been L.E.D.'s behind his eyes they were
so bright.

	He smiled as we kissed, as though he were about to crack up--
it was cute as hell.

	I pulled him onto the bed where we embraced and kissed,
defining the affair from that moment as being more making love
than having sex-- the boy loved it-- as we kissed we became more
passionate.

	After several minutes, I broke the kiss just to whisper sweet
nothings in his ear with my hot breath.  I told him how gorgeous he
was-- how he was a dream to me-- how much I adored him-- he
loved it, and my breath in his ear seemed to be making him very
hard.  Then I tongued his ear and he went crazy with lust and
passion.

	In a moment he took the lead and put my cock in his mouth.

	Looking down at this angelic boyish face with my big cock
sticking out of it, going in and out of his full red lips, was an
aphrodisiac to the nth degree-- it was dizzying to watch.  He
sucked pretty good.  After a few minutes I stopped him not
wanting to climax to early.

	I went down on him some more.  I could suck this kid's cock
all day long.  It was big-- five inches erect.  His dick head pushed
on the back of my throat.  He moaned as I sucked him.

	After several minutes the boy asked, "You still want to fuck
me?"

	This was like pushing the chocolate cake away to have a
banana split.

	"Sure, " I said, "I would love to-- "

	He was very casual about it.  I went and got some petroleum
jelly, and he rolled over onto his stomach and I played with his ass
for a little bit, lubing it up.

	I spread his butt cheeks apart to take a look at his virgin hole.
It was like a rose bud-- very beautiful.  Only the tiniest first
sprouts of hair around it.

	I fingered his ass, and he liked that.  After awhile I had three
fingers in there and was slowly stretching it out.  We had plenty of
time and there was no rush.  While I was doing that my other hand
continued to explore his whole body.  I loved to touch his flesh.  He
loved it too.  I kept telling him how beautiful he was-- how so
many men would give the world to be with him.  He liked that.  He
liked my touches.  I was loving him, and adoring him and he loved
it.

	After a few minutes he said, "You can put it in now-- I can't
wait any longer!!"

	And so I mounted him, with him lying on his stomach, and I
gently squeezed my cock head into his young fresh budding hole.  He
winced some and when he did I would hold myself still until he got
used to my size in him.  A few moments later he said, "Okay-- push
in more..."

	The feel of him on my cock was unimaginable.  Tight-- so
fucking tight.  I continued to push in, stopping when he said so to
get used to it and get by the wave of displeasure.

	Once I got all of my seven and a half in him, I gently started
fucking him, and this kid went wild-- Jeff-- he turned into an
animal-- moaning so loudly I had to sush him that my roommates
downstairs would over hear him - the story was that he was my
nephew.  He moaned and groaned and thrashed his head back and
forth.

	"Fuck me-- yea, fuck me-- oh feels so good," Jeff said, sending
me into a feeding frenzy.

	Faster and harder I fucked him in spite of how tight he was--
I thought my cock was going to explode but holding off-- wanting
the boy to enjoy for awhile his first time.

	While I was grinding away on him, grinding his ass with my
hips, going in kind of a circular motion I had this strangest
sensation that the two of ourselves switched for just a moment-- I
felt what it was like to be a boy again, and Jeff felt what it was
like to be a man-- it was weird-- I didn't expect that-- it was like
our definitions got foggled up for just a moment-- for just a moment
I thought I was him and he was me-- like I said, it was weird-- like
just for a sec, it was like I was the one being fucked getting fucked
by a man-- something obviously I couldn't experience; didn't, when
I was a kid-- it was weird, like I said.

	It turned me on something fierce though-- it was like I was
fucking myself-- the imagining lasting long after the impression.  I
fucked into a furry, and then pulled out, just in time to shoot spunk
all over his lower back.

	He turned around, and I went down on his young but big
cock, and sucked him until that lovely boy juice, the first I'd tasted,
since my own youngin' days with sex with my brother when he was
finally old enough to cum-- that was a long time ago.  I wanted it--
needed it-- had to have it-- I sucked like I was sucking for water in
the middle of the desert.

	When Jeff finally exhaled loudly and I felt him unleash his
cocktail in my mouth-- I swear it tasted like nectar.  I swallowed
every drop.  And then I collapsed for a moment.

	Jeff laughed-- "You're tired?" he said.

	"No, " and then I reached over and tickled him.  He giggled,
and I couldn't resist to lay on top of him and kiss his passionately
again.

	We kissed for several minutes when finally he broke the kiss
and said, "We can do this again?? Right??"

	"Of course," I said.

	"Good-- 'cause I like you.  I really like you." he said as he
kissed me once more.

	I drove him back to his school and dropped him off, daring to
kiss him once in the car under the window.

	"You promise-- I'll see you again--"

	"Promise," I said.

	"Good-- 'cause I really like you-- you're special," he said as he
grinned again lighting up the whole car-- the whole day with his
countenance-- he could make the sun jealous!!

	"You are very special-- and I really like you too," I said.

	"Besides, I'll introduce you to Kyle, and Dave," he said.

	I didn't know what to say.

	"But, I get to have you to myself one more time again first,
okay?"

	"Okay," I said.

	We risked another quick kiss.  "So-- Saturday, 1:00??" he
confirmed.

	"I'll be here," I said.

	"Cool," he said, brushing the bangs out of his eye as he turned,
throwing his back-pack over his shoulder as he went.  A few yards
away he turned to look back, and winked.  I winked back,  Such an
angel.

	As I put the car in gear, I held my heart with the palm of my
hand, "How can you NOT fall in love with the likes of him."

	That night I was anxious to call Douglass and tell him about
my new exploit.  He was happy for me.  He told me, "Honestly, I
don't understand what you see in the little guys but I know how
crazy you are for them."

	I told him all about it and how I was going to meet Jeff this
Saturday, and about his two friends Dave and Kyle.  Man, we
talked for like two hours.  We also talked about Doug's dream to
open his own business in New York and how he was saving up for
that.  We talked about  the latest techniques that Dougie had
found to make himself young and boyish looking, now that he was
thirty five-- but looking more like twenty five.

	When Saturday came as I was anxious as a teenager going on
his first date.  I rented a hotel room this time, not too far away
from the school.

	I got to the park at about 12:45 and parked my car.  About
five minutes later I saw Jeff waltzing up to my Triumph Tr-4.  I
had the top off this time, being it was a sunny and warm spring
California day.

	"Hop in," I said.

	When we got to the hotel room, he raised an eyebrow.

	"What?" I said.

	"Ah nothing-- its just -- I have an idea-- will you still have the
room tomorrow?" Jeff asked as he brushed his bangs out of his eyes--
I fucking loved that.

	"I can if I want."

	"Good, I'll invite Kyle and Dave over tomorrow." he said non-
challantly.

	"Are these friends of yours?" I asked.

	"Well, kind of-- Their kids I know from the bathroom-- they're
both older."

	"Like how old?" I asked.

	"Kyle's fourteen and Dave is fifteen."

	"Oh," I said, "And their cool about this?"

	"Yea," Jeff said.

	We both went inside the hotel room and faster than before we
had all our clothes off.  This time Jeff laid on top of me while we
kissed and embraced - open mouthed with plenty of tongue.

	"Man, " I said, my tongue escaping from Jeff's hot mouth for a
second, "You are one little lover boy, you now that."

	He tussled my hair and giggled, as if I were the boy.

	After we both performed some oral sex on one another-- man,
I could suck on his dick all day-- he suggested I go get the petroleum
Jelly which I did assuming he wanted me to fuck him.

	When I got back he said, "Okay, on your stomach,"

	I said, "Woe woe woe-- you want to do me?" I asked.

	"Yea-- haven't you been fucked before?"

	"Well, " I said, "actually no."

	"You're kidding!" he exclaimed and then with a bit of a
naughty grin he said, "I want to bust your cherry!!"

	"Um--," I said.

	"You want it?  Doncha?"

	I had to admit-- although I'd never bottomed before-- I
couldn't say no.  Anything this kid wanted to do, was hot for me--
the thought of him fucking me with that hot five incher of his was
making me throb.

	"Yes-- Yes, I want you to pop my cherry!"

	"Good-- roll over," he said.

	I did, and he more or less repeated the procedure I did with
him.  When I told him I was ready he mounted me, and pressed his
cock firmly but gently all the way into my ass.

	His cock wasn't small, and it hurt a bit in the beginning but
at the same time, the feeling of having this boy inside me was the
hottest fucking thing I ever felt.  I'd never been fucked before but I
did do some ass-play on myself-- but never stuck anything this big
up my ass before.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.

	"Fuck me harder," I said.

	After a few minutes, Jeff was going wild-- what a little top
guy-- he started grinding my ass like I did him!!

	He was such a lover too-- slowing down and then speeding
up.  Laying his whole body on top of mine and sticking his tongue
in my ear.  It was hot.

	Finally he pulled his cock out, and I told him-- shoot it in my
mouth.

	I got under his cock while he jacked himself, and he shot his
juice inside my mouth-- there it was again-- that tasty boy juice--
like nectar from the gods.  After he ejaculated we kissed, and then
he inched his way down to my cock.

	"Hey-- you don't have to-" I started, but then he had my cock
in my mouth, and was sucking for climax.  Oh God he felt so good.
I put my hands on the back of his golden fur, and gently guided his
head up and down on my aching cock-- looking at his cherubic face,
sucking away with such determination, was bringing me to orgasm
fast."

	"Gona cum!" I gasped as I squirted several powerful shots of
semen into the boy's mouth-- He swallowed most of it-- but some of
it dribbled out of his lips on my cock and down his chin-- Oh fuck
that was so hot to see!!

	I licked it off of his chin, and we kissed again.

	"Not bad," Jeff said smacking his lips as though he were a
gourmet', "Kind of salty though and warm but not bad"

	We kind of laid next to each other for about an hour-- he was
such a lover, and then  he said he could walk back to his house from
here.

	"Tomorrow-- meet us at the school, same time!!" Jeff said.

	"You got it," I said.

	And then I decided to take a heavenly nap.

	The next day I went to the park bathroom's again arriving at
about 12:45.  This time when I got there I saw Jeff and two
slightly older boy's with him-- my heart pounded in my chest-- was
this wise? I thought to myself, I mean, Jeff seemed cool-- I wasn't
too much worried about him-- but two more-- something might get
freaky.

	I pulled up next to them.

	"Hi Mikey," Jeff said.

	Jeff introduced me to the older boy's -- both of them gorgeous.
Kyle the younger one, had jet black hair, kind of wavy and wore a
sleeveless denim Jean jacket with an American flag stitched on the
back, along with a peace symbol.  The jacket allowed me to see his
armpits which were entirely smooth.  The older one Dave, who
looked absolutely delicious, was sporting quite a package.  He was
wearing denim cut off's for shorts with the strings all dangling over
his smooth but large athletic looking thighs.

	"Hey-," Dave said.

	"Hey, " Kyle said.

	"Hey-" I said, still sitting inside the convertible Triumph, kind
of half sitting half standing.

	"So," Dave said, "You got a hotel nearby?"

	"Yea," I said.

	"You want to do a three-way?" Kyle asked me.

	"If it's okay with Jeff-- it's okay with me," I said.

	"What are you into?" Dave asked.

	"I told ya-" Jeff said as he nudged him in the ribs gently.

	"Anything you guy's are into-- what ever you want to do-- I'm
up for.  I won't try to make nobody do nothing they don't want." I
said.

	"Cool," Dave said.

	"Cool," Kyle said.

	Jeff jumped into the passenger side saying, "Shot-gun."

	"It might be a tight squeeze in the back," I said to the two
older boys, "but, I think you'll both fit-- we're not far anyways--"

	And next thing you know we were all inside my hotel room,
naked and free-- as they say--

	I could hardly believe this-- it was like a whole new world
just opened up to me-- boy paradise!!

	Apparently, I was learning, boys lead to more boys!!
Something I didn't know.

	Who knows where this could lead me!!

	I was drunk with excitement.

	After we all got naked, I started sucking boy cocks-- of
course-- my favorite thing to do.  I started with Jeff, and then
moved on to Kyle, who although a little older, sported a smaller
woody-- about four inches and pointy when hard with a small head
on it-- it was so cute-- he had no pubic hair what-so-ever but I
knew he was pubescent 'cause his voice cracked when he talked.

	I sucked on Kyle for a little bit, and then moved up to the
monster-- Dave's cock was almost as long as mine-- I would say a
little over seven inches, and bigger around than mine.  I went into
boy-cock heaven.  Deep-throating Dave's cock as he leaned back on
the bed and slightly groaned.

	After a few minutes, I had all three of their cocks in front of
me.  I couldn't figure out which one was my favorite-- I had to suck
them all.  I kept going back and forth licking and lapping and
sucking, while all three boys laughed and giggled.

	After awhile of that, Jeff went down on me for a few minutes
while the other two boys watched-- then they all took turns sucking
my cock-- Oh God-- my cock thought it died and went to heaven.  I
wished I had a camera-- seeing all of them waiting patiently for
their turn to suck my cock.

	Soon, we were all twisted and interconnected, in a three way
cock sucking fest.  Jeff was sucking my cock, I was sucking Kyle's
and Kyle was sucking his friend Dave's cock.  Man-- seeing one of
the boy's suck the other one, was almost explosive for me--
especially Kyle-- he had such a rebel look to him, with that dark
hair and dark eyes.

	As I was sucking Kyle's cute little hairless prick, I started
paying more attention to his beautiful butt.  I got daring, and
spread his butt-cheeks open, and then all at once shifted my oral
attention to his beautiful totally hairless hole.

	I licked his hole, and he didn't respond just kept sucking off
Dave.

	Then I stuck my tongue inside of his hole.  This was the first
time I ever did anything like this, but because he was such a
beautiful boy, I guess, I didn't mind-- in fact it turned me on-- I
wanted to do-- couldn't resist the temptation.

	I continued to tongue-fuck him for a few minutes when Kyle
suddenly said, "Hey Mikey, fuck me why doncha?"

	"Have you before?" I asked.

	"Not by a man, but Dave's fucked me-- I like it," he said.

	I got the lubricant and lubed him up liberally, an in the next
few minutes I was fucking my second boy, in just two days.

	I could tell he was experienced because my cock slipped in
gently enough-- still tight, but easy enough.  I started fucking him
gently, and then faster and harder but I could tell Kyle liked it
gentler so I slowed down again.

	While I was on top of Kyle, Jeff came around on top of me,
and stuck his dick inside of me-- Oh God, the sensations-- and then
that weird feeling again-- this time, I felt like I was integrated
with two boys-- I almost could see memories and experiences-- I
could definitely feel what they were feeling and I knew they could
feel what I was feeling.  Again, for a brief few moments the illusion
was so profound, the edges of my own identity
became blurred-- I wasn't sure if I was completely me, or if I was
part boy or boys in this case.

	I got so into it-- it was like a drug-- I was beyond speech.
Jeff ground his abdomen into my ass, while I was gently fucking
Kyle-- Kyle was purring like a kitten, and Jeff behind me sounded
like a baby tiger.

	After a few minutes I felt Jeff pull out, and then I was aware
of Dave getting into position behind me.  What the hell-- I thought
to myself-- Might as well-- Dave's going to hurt a but though I
thought-- but I was well beyond complaining.

	Dave was so gentle it was amazing-- he looked so masculine--
very hard definitions.  I imagined he would fuck me very manly--
but, he surprised me-- he was very gentle, and started fucking me
slow and easy once he guided it all the way in.

	God-- his cock was big-- I could feel it, like, it seemed, filling
me up from the inside-- filling up some empty space that now
demanded to be filled.  I felt something-- it was weird-- a longing
for him to go deeper, into me, into my mind into my soul.

	It's hard for me to remember what happened next-- like I said,
it was a drug-- like those orgies they used to talk about way back
when in the Roman times and everything, where everybody
regressed to an animalistic state where verbal communication was
no longer necessary, and later, the memory of it would seem more
like a dream.

	I do remember that it was intense.  And I insisted that all of
them cum in my mouth-- I don't know why, I just did-- usually I'm
not like that.

	Afterwards, the boy's thought it was all very cool, and said
they'd hope to see me around and all of them left.  They were all
very casual about it-- even Jeff.  I laid down for another afternoon
nap, with a big smile on my face no doubt.

	I decided to stay away from that particular park for a little
while-- I thought it best if I didn't become attached to any kids--
you know, a couple times maybe and then move on somewhere else--
I know it sounds sad but, this is reality-- chances are, six months or
a year down the road after these kids have had sex with twenty or
thirty or who knows how many other guys, my one or two
experiences with them will become blurred within all their
experience-- I simply won't stand out-- and I thought that best.

	Of course, for Jeff, he'll probably always remember his first
time with a little more detail, but even after he's been fucked by
countless men, the details will more than likely become a
conglomeration of experiences.  I thought that best, although a
little depressing.

	If I ran into them sometime or another down the road while
cruising, that would be different-- In fact I hoped I would, but I
wanted to avoid any kind of attachments or a regular thing with
any of these kids-- I'd never done this before-- and wanted to avoid
the paranoia that would obviously come from a regular thing with
jail bate.  I'm sure they knew the game or would figure it out
eventually.

	In fact, I was so satisfied, I didn't feel any need to cruise
around for several weeks.  Something funny happened to me though
starting that first week back to work.  I felt vigorous, full of life
and energy.  I was skipping around at times, and had a real love for
life-- everybody was noticing it.  I was more confident, and was
getting better sales at work and I was enjoying my job more, I was
enjoying talking to people and being a part of life.  I felt younger--
younger than I had in years.

	During the second week though, some of the euphoria was
wearing off, but I still felt more vital than I could remember in so
long.  Then, I started noticing people making off hand comments
like: "What's different about you-- did you do something to your
hair?"

	"What do you mean?" I'd say.

	"You look different-- younger." They'd say.

	That first week, I just shrugged it off and I didn't think
anything of it.  But they just kept saying it, you know, into the
second week-- You look younger-- You look younger-- you look
younger...

	One night after I got home, I went into the bathroom and
looked at myself in the mirror-- My God, I did look younger--
mostly in my eyes-- I couldn't explain it-- they had more life in
them, more light-- they were brighter.

	I had to admit-- I FELT younger-- so maybe that was
reflected in my eyes.

	But, a few weeks later, people still kept commenting.  One
night, I did something I haven't done in years-- I went into my
garage, and I got out all my dad's old boxes-- all these journals and
crap that he wrote before he died.  I don't why I was doing this-- I
had done this before--

	You see, my dad died under very mysterious circumstances-- In
fact, his whole life was a big mystery-- but his death was the
biggest mystery of them all.  Lot's of times in the past me and my
brothers would look through all these journals and try to make sense
of what happened-- try to figure out what kinds of stuff he was
involved in...

	Now-- I know what your thinking, that he worked for
intelligence, and so top secret stuff might be in those journals-- But,
that really wasn't what they were all about-- my dad was trust
worthy-- Now it is true that my brothers and I lied to the CIA,
after our dad died about these journals-- our dad had told us about
their existence, and that if anything should ever happen to him,
where they were and to make sure the government never got their
hands on them-- he had told us that he worked hard for the
government but his whole life was not the government's business--
anyways, we didn't really know what he meant.

	So-- Like I said, lot's of times over the years, we'd look
through these journals and try to make sense of them-- me and my
brothers and then eventually my other brothers decided to let me
keep all the stuff, since, it seemed I was the one most interested in
whatever it was that my dad was involved in and trying to
decipher the journals.

	I would leave it alone for awhile but every couple of years it
would seem that I would become obsessed to decipher the journals
again, and would spend a couple months working on them-- you see,
they are written in plain English, but at the same time it seems they
are a ciphered in some sort of way, but not with cryptography-- it's
like, the words have more than one meaning--

	The only things we all could figure out from the journals for
sure is that dad had a secret obsession that wasn't related to his
personal life or his government job.  Dad was involved in the occult.

	It would seem that a lot of it was Hoodoo, but who can tell--
there was a mishmash of ideas and theories that came from probably
a variety of occult sources.

	The other thing we knew for sure is that my dad was obsessed
with the idea that there was actually a real way to become young
again through magic.

	So, I think you can understand why I decided to pull out all
the journals again on this particular evening.  I'd become obsessed
with the journals before, but this time, although I didn't know it
yet, I was going all the way down the rabbit hole this time...

	A few hours later I had al the journals spread on my living
room floor and was pretty heavy into it-- I was looking for
something-- something me and Doug had found interesting before--
kind of macabre actually-- it had to do with drinking blood; you
know like a vampire-- we had all laughed about that- joking that
dad was a vampire; we half believed it too because dad was a lot
like Doug-- he remained very young looking even in his later years.
I can remember when dad was sixty he looked like he was only
about fifty, and when he was seventy, he barely looked sixty.

	And then there was the mystery of his death.  I was
reminiscing now.

	First of all, they never did find his body-- years later my
brothers and I would joke about that, mostly me, the bible scholar;
I'm not a Christian-- I am more of a religious Gnostic; a spiritist if
you will.  I look for hidden meanings in religious texts; the bible
being my favorite.  The mystic Jews call it Kahbalah -  the hidden
voice of God - Anyways, I used to say to my brothers dad was like
Moses and Elijah, whose bodies were never found and their deaths
were more like a disappearance more than anything else-- according
to Elisha (Elijah's apprentice) he claims he saw Elijah taken up to
heaven in a flaming chariot-- Ed used to always say it sounded to
him more like a UFO and used to joke that Elijah was abducted by
aliens-- he wasn't really ever much of a Christian either; his wife
was though; a Baptist and so she would drag him to church all the
time.  Ed never shared these thoughts with his wife but when we
would talk he'd say-- that bible got more UFO's in it than any book
I've ever read

	I can still remember him saying:

	"I think the whole damn thing is about aliens-- The Jews man-
- God's chosen people-- that 'aint no race, man-- how can it be a
race??  Was Abraham a Jew?? Was Moses a Jew??  What the hell
is a Jew?? A race?? No man-- I'm telling you-- they're aliens!!"

	Oh my God, Doug and I used to laugh our asses off when Ed
would start ranting and raving how the Jews were aliens from
another planet-- I know Ed was kidding but I knew enough also
that he half believed what he was saying.

	"Jesus himself," I remember Ed saying, said, "I'm not of this
world"--How much clearer could the man get?-- he was a friggin'
alien!!!"

	And then the memories surfaced concerning the matter of my
dad's disappearance, and a frown took over my face.

	For weeks earlier, our dad had hinted that he was going
away-- he never said he was going to die-- In fact, that was when
he made sure that Doug and Ed and I knew where all his secret
journals were hidden-- in a safe-deposit box in Manhattan.  He
made a copy of the key for all three of us.

	He had said that he was conducting experiments and that he
thought he had discovered the secret of transmutation-- whatever
that meant; being young he'd say.  Anyways, he went to
Manhattan, this was back in '59-- shit, over six years ago now--
how time flies.

	...To conduct an experiment, and... well-- he just disappeared.
They never found his body.  The government did an investigation,
and after a year they presumed he was dead-- a victim of mayhem
which was quite common in New York.  The funny thing was is
that, the feds, when they did their investigation, were lead to
believe that he was actually last seen in New Orleans-- but they
could never prove that.

	I happened to catch something interesting in one of the
journals I was paging though-- it read:

	Ritual Of Sacrifice:  Transmutation - - Transmigration - -
Transference

	Requirements:

	A magic circle, brick dust, and the duel magic markings of
child initiation, a willing subject, a gold ring, a pentagram.

	Have the subject sit in the middle of the circle--

	'Humm", I thought to myself-- more Voo-doo-Hoo-Doo shit.
But, this looked interesting--

	Suddenly the telephone rang.  It startled me.  I let it ring
several times-- I didn't want to pick it up, but on the sixth ring I
did.

	"Hey bro--" I head the voice on the line say which I instantly
recognized as Douglass.

	"Hey Dougie, how's it going?"

	"Mikey!!!!" he said "Listen-- you got vacation time right?"

	"Yea," I said.

	"You got to come stay with me in New York for a week."

	"Why?"

	"Remember the guy I was tellin' you about opened up his own
coffee-shop and was looking for a partner?"

	"Yea," I said, "Don't tell me--"

	"Yup-- I'm using some of dad's money-- and I've become a full
partner-- this is my dream."

	"I'm so glad for you, but-"

	"Why do I want you to come for a week?"

	"Yea-- you know, my business here-- it's still just startin' out--
I mean I could leave for a bit but-"

	"Listen," Dougie said, "We don't live so far away your in
Jersey, I'm in New York and still we haven't seen each other for
what-- over three years now since you started your business--"

	"Well yea--"

	"Besides-- You got to see this-- this place is fabulous-- and it's
a gay bar."

	"What?" I said incredulously.

	"Well- not officially, but, the word's gotten around-- all the
clientele are gay men-- they meet each other there and we even have
some upstairs rooms they can rent for an hour-- we're going to make
a killing-- the action's huge-- AND I haven't told you the best part-
- the part YOU'RE gona love."

	"I'm on the edge of my seat," I said.

	"Boys."

	"Okay," I said, "What about them?"

	"I guess the word just got out-- all kinds of boys show up here-
- curious-- their getting in on the action too-- since the boy's have
started showing up business is booming."

	"Let me get this straight-- no pun intended-- you got boys and
men showing up at your coffee bar to have sex with each other--
aren't you afraid of the police?"

	"Man-- we're just running a coffee bar," Doug said.

	"And-- the upstairs."

	"You can rent a room for an hour, for whatever you want."

	"Um hum..."

	"Listen, Mikey-- It's no big deal."

	"Well, I am curious."

	"So it's a done deal."

	"Yea, I'll drive out there Friday night."

	"Cool-- you got to see this."

	"How young?"

	"The way you like 'em young-- mostly teen-agers, some as
young as twelve."

	"And they know what their doing?"

	"Hell yea!!"

	"I'm their bro--"

	"Hey-- not to change the subject-- but you caught me in dad's
journals again..."

	"Oh cripe-- do you still think dad discovered the secret of
eternal youth??"

	"I don't know-- listen-- do you remember that one journal
where there was that vampire stuff in it-- you know drinking the
blood of kids and stuff?"

	"Yea-- It was the brown journal, with the pentagram"

	"Oh crap-- here it is-- thanks."  I started thumbing through it
immediately.

	"What about it?"

	"Wait-- Here I found it, okay, it says:

	Ritual Of Transubstantiation:  drink 1 liter blood-fluid of a
youth of your same sex, 3 times a month to remain vital after the
age of forty.  Avoid the full moon.

	"Yea," Doug said.

	"What does that mean?" I asked.

	"What part?" Doug asked.

	"What is blood-fluid?"

	"Well, doncha know?" Doug asked.

	"No."

	"Its a well known fact that its practically impossible for the
human stomach to digest human blood-- it can, but no more than
about a tablespoon-- and you can't inject blood because, if it's not
the right type -- it'll hammer your immune system-- so, dad drank a
blood byproduct."

	"How do you know this?" I asked astonished.

	"You didn't know?"

	"Know what?"

	"That dad drank our pee"

	"No!!"

	"Why do you think he was always having us pee into a
beaker-- he took turns between the three of us-- every week or so he
was having one of us piss into a beaker."

	"I thought that was for his experiments."

	"You seriously didn't know?"

	"No."

	"I do it too-- Whenever I can - - How do you think I stay so
young looking."

	"And you never told me!"

	"You never asked!"

	"How are you getting pee from young boys?"

	"I usually pay them for it-- I think the going rate is like $5
now."

	"You got to be kidding me-- other people do this too?"

	"Not too many-- but yea-- they're around-- we call them the
vampires-- as a matter of fact, a lot of them are regulars at our
coffee shop-- there's this one guy-- he's like over fifty-- he looks
thirty."

	"By the way-- what is the name of this coffee shop and where
is it?"

	"Oh yea hu?? It's called The Loft, and it's in Stonewall."

	"Stonewall?"

	"Yea,"

	"I think I might try it."

	"Yea-- well-- down at The Loft would be the perfect place,
kids come in their all the time for $5 bucks from me and the other
vamps-- they even compete with each other."

	"Forget Friday bro-- I'm coming down tomorrow!"

	"I thought you'd get excited!"

	I hung up the phone.  I grabbed a Lucky Strike, and lit it up--
I don't usually smoke in the house but, it helped me to think.

	I know I'm jumping a little ahead of myself right now, but, I
just have to tell you that I had no idea what I was getting into.  In
the next part, I'm going to share with you what all went down at
The Loft-- a bunch of crazy shit-- and I'm going to give you the
inside scoop-- the truth of it.  We had a blast-- and I'm going to tell
you all about it-- Of course things eventually got way out of hand--
things got really out of control-- or at least I thought so at the time.

	You see, I had no idea that my dad's old friends from
intelligence were setting something up here, that would kick off the
quote unquote gay revolution - and that I was going to become a
part of it.  I also didn't know that BOTH of my younger brothers
were already way way into all of this hocus pocus hoo-doo occult
stuff, and if that wasn't bad enough-- they were also both spooks!!

	Now, my younger brother Ed I had my suspicions about but
Dougie turning out to be a spook-- I never had any idea-- talk
about keeping your cover.  I found out later they both knew it was
just a matter of time before I got involved too and they were just
going to help me out a bit-- and it had to do with my dad's old
journals-- something they both figured out that I hadn't yet-- that's
why they wanted me to keep them--

	Anyways-- like I said, I'm getting way ahead of myself.


---


	Hey-- It's me again-- Douglass-- Did you miss me?  Things are
getting exciting hu?? Well, if you think you know where this story
is going - - guess again-- the truth is stranger than fiction as they
say-- and I've got a whole bunch of surprises in store for you all--
but like my brother said-- we got to tell this story one domino at a
time-- like my dad used to say.

	As, I think you can already tell, my brother Mike is the
mysterian in the family.  He gets us all going-- he's keeps all our
faith ignited.  Ed is the practical one, you're going to be hearing
from him later-- he is necessary because of his neutral perspective.  I
on the other hand am a bit of a rebel-- politically speaking-- you can
always count on me to make a political commentary or two which I
wanted to share briefly as an addendum to my previous comments.

	The following circumstances are what you might say are
potential foolishness.  I bring them up only to point out the possible
ridiculousness that can occur when the government makes not very
well thought out laws.  For example:

	In the states, the age of consent varies from state to state--
many of them the age of consent is eighteen, but like I said it varies
-- some states are younger than that-- but for some reason the
federal government thinks the consent age should be eighteen-- why
they even give a crap I have no idea-- that's a little high,
considering the majority of western free nations the age is sixteen.
It's also a bit hypocritical because on any military base or federally
owned base, or military vehicle, such as a ship, the age of consent is
actually sixteen.

	But this has created some interesting hypocrisies.  For
example, in the state of Texas the age of consent is seventeen.  There
are other states that are set at sixteen and there's even a couple that
are fifteen-- there's even one state New Mexico that has the age of
consent set at fourteen under certain circumstances, specifically
marriage-- Oh this is a laugh-- I actually read the law in New
Mexico it actually reads like this:

	"It is a crime for any adult over the age of sixteen who engages
in sexual union with a minor who is at least fourteen but under the
age of sixteen who is not the lawful spouse of said child."

	I guess in New Mexico they make an exception for adults to
have sex with children if they happened to be married to one.

	But I digress...  Here's what I was getting to:  So in Texas the
legal consent age is seventeen, and for example in California the
consent age is eighteen-- well, there's a lot of people who think--
crap-- I'll find someone in Texas to have sex with-- but that's
actually against the law because the feds have made a law that if
you travel to another state in order to have sex with a minor under
the age of eighteen your actually breaking a federal law and they
can arrest you- if for example, you meet a seventeen year old in a
chat room on the internet and then decide to fly to Texas to have
sex with him-- which is perfectly legal there, is perfectly illegal for
you.  The seventeen year old Texas boy can have sex with twenty
different guys in Texas but he can't have sex with you-- not unless
you want to move to Texas and become a permanent resident.

	The same thing goes for foreign countries-- many countries
have age of consent much lower even than sixteen-- for example in
Holland under special circumstances it's legal to have sex with a
twelve year old-- but, not for Americans-- if an American flies to
Amsterdam to have sex with some young hottie - - he can get
arrested, even if that same little hottie has had sex with hundreds
of men legally where he lives.

	But enough of that-- it's not very interesting-- here's some
interesting stuff though, and it has to do with pornography laws in
the U.S.

	You see, pornography falls under the jurisdiction of the Feds
for some stupid reason I have no idea why-- anyways, the feds have
got this law you see that says that no one under the age of eighteen
can be in pornography-- you all know that-- everyone knows that--
and any models under the age of eighteen in pornography is defined
as kiddy porn by the feds-- which creates some interesting dilemmas,
especially for countries that export pornography and their age of
consent is sixteen-- the import of that pornography is considered a
felony here and is kiddy porn. So for example there's parts of
Canada where you can buy pornography which is perfectly legal
which contains models under the age of eighteen-- which is perfectly
legal for a visitor to by-- BUT, you happen to try and stick that in
your coat pocket on the plane (which is considered U.S. territory by
the way) on your way back to the states and you've just committed
a felony-- importation of child pornography into the U.S.

	But, this law creates even more peculiar situations in the U.S.
itself-- Like I told you earlier, the age of consent is seventeen in
Texas-- ,so for instance, a seventeen year old in Texas can legally
have sex with an adult but can't buy pornography, if an adult let's
him look at pornography he can be arrested but it's perfectly legal
for that same adult to go ahead and have sex with him-- anyways,
so two seventeen year olds can engage in consensual sex with one
another lawfully in Texas-- as a matter of fact, any minor can
engage another minor in consensual sex perfectly legally as long as
the two minors are approximately the same age-- and the laws on
that vary from state to state but if there within five years of each
other they can have consensual sex totally legally, it only becomes a
crime if one of them films it or photographs it.

	Let's go back to the two seventeen year olds-- their boyfriends
and they're having sex totally consensually and lawfully and one of
them decides to set up a video camera and video it-- well, actually
he just broke the law because he just made pornography, and this
particular pornography depicts models under the age of eighteen
which is defined as kiddy porn-- so, what they just did is they made
kiddy porn-- so not only are they in possession of kiddy porn which
is a misdemeanor BUT, the feds have this new law that says that
anyone who PRODUCES kiddy porn has committed a felony with
a mandatory 10 year sentence that can not be reduced.

	I think that's potentially insane.

	Here's another example: a thirteen year old boy who jacks off
a lot, gets a digital camera for Christmas from his folks and being
the crazy kid that most thirteen year olds are he decides to take
some photos of himself jacking off.

	He just committed a class A felony with a mandatory 10 year
sentence.

	Now, let's say he e-mails one of those pictures to someone on
the internet-- he just committed another class a felony, electronic
distribution of kiddy porn.

	No minor as far as I know has been charged with a crime for
taking pictures of himself but its bound to happen-- if you think I'm
being ridiculous to suggest that-- maybe you don't know how far
D.A.'s go to convict people now in America-- and kids are not
immune.

	I remember a few years back, people said the government was
taking this kiddy porn thing way too far, and others said no no no,
those types of ridiculous convictions will never happen--

	Well there was this one story about a guy who lived in
Wisconsin, and he went to a high school football game; his sixteen
year old daughter was one of the cheerleaders-- he took his
camcorder with him and during the game video taped the girls
cheerleading, and would zoom in to get the panty shots-- well, the
feds came and confiscated his camera and charged him with
possession of kiddy porn.

	I shit you not.

	There's about twenty or thirty other cases like that but who
has the time?

	Great Britain is more insane about this kiddy porn stuff than
we are though.  They are absolutely stupid about the whole thing.

	It's common for people to be arrested in Britain under
ridiculous circumstances because of a really asinine law they passed
there that defines kiddy porn as any photographic images that
would arouse a pedophile.

	They arrested and convicted this one guy in London, for
possession of kiddy porn because he taped kid's Saturday morning
shows on his VCR.  Although none of it was pornography (it was
taped off of TV for Gods sakes or the tele as they say it) The court
decreed that it qualified as kiddy porn.

	The Brits are arresting people also for ordering perfectly legal
publications from the U.S. and other countries that contain any
nudity of a minor also being defined in Britain as Kiddy porn-- so it
could be worse here.

	But I digress once again-- back to the U.S.

	We did until recently, thank God for the U.S. supreme court
have a virtual-kiddy porn law from the feds which basically made it
illegal to take one magazine and cut out the face of a child and
paste it onto the head of a model in a legal pornography magazine,
because under that federal law, kiddy porn did not actually have to
have any real children in it-- all they had to do was look like
children.

	That law, until it was struck down had the entire
pornography industry in America turned upside down.  There was
one part of the statute that indicated that lack of pubic hair was
one of the things that could qualify an image to 'look like a child'
and the pornography industry particularly heterosexual magazines
and video companies who very often had their models shave their
pubic hair because-- well-- let's face it, it's more attractive,
immediately stopped the practice, for fear they could be arrested for
trafficking virtual kiddy porn.

	And on another ridiculous note but not funny; very sad
actually, when it was suggested that these crazy laws would soon
lead to children being prosecuted for child molestation again
proponents of the tough new laws scoffed and said no no no that'll
never happen. Well it is happening, and it's becoming very common
actually.

	Children in the U.S. are now commonly being prosecuted for
having consensual sex with other children.  They're being thrown in
kiddy-prisons and institutions where, because they are not
constitutionally protected, are being forced into unethical torture
such as shock treatment, and aversion therapy, as well as being told
that they are sexual predators and being required to register as sex
offenders for the rest of their life.

	The reason this is happening is for two reasons-- number one,
prosecutors are over-zealous to prosecute anything that is child-
molestation related, and because of what I told you earlier about
states making new laws about the ages of consenting minors.

	It used to be that most states had no laws forbidding legal
consensual sex between minors of any age, but there has been a
trend for states to get laws on the books that sets an age difference-
- in the beginning most states agreed that ten years or eight years
was a good law, so in other words, a kid could have consensual sex
with another kid so long as the younger one (if one was younger)
was not more than eight or ten years younger.

	However, there has been a very growing trend for states to re-
write these kiddies-molesting other kiddies laws-- Many states
jumped on the bandwagon to limit the difference to five years and
several states are even now promoting bills in their legislatures to
limit the age difference to just three years, which means if a nine
year old engages in some innocent sex play with a six year old, he
could be arrested for child molestation, be forced to endure aversion
therapy and shock treatment, and register as a sexual offender for
the rest of his life.

	Right now, hundreds of kids are going through this right now
every year in states where the limit is at five years, for doing
nothing more than engaging in innocent sexual experimentation
with younger brothers, etc...

	Like I said, that's not funny-- and it's really happening.
Don't laugh, there was a case about four months ago in the
Midwest, where prosecutors tried to charge a seven year old boy
with child molestation because he spontaneously kissed his infant
brothers genitals while his parent was changing his diapers - the
other parent was running a video camera, and apparently thought it
was so cute and so funny that they showed the video clip to a
friend or other member of their family who saw the video, and
called the cops and had the second grader arrested.  The judge threw
out the request to prosecute the seven year old, thank God, but the
mere fact that the prosecutors TRIED-- EVEN TRIED to ask the
judge to allow prosecution is the scariest thing I've read in the news
in the last twenty years and it just goes to show you I wasn't
exadurating about the mentality of prosecutors right now in
America involving any kind of child sex case.

	Anyways, that's enough for now-- I hope you enjoyed my
comments-- You will not believe what was going on at The Loft,
and what it all lead up to-- so stay tuned...


End Part III


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