Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 09:48:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: kimbageno@yahoo.com
Subject: Holiday in Heaven  Chapter 12 Paris Tour

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thinking, perhaps both, it was originally inspired by a correspondent who
told a story of some fun he had while on holiday.

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Holiday in Heaven
Chapter 12
Paris tour
By Kimbageno.
Copyright 2014-2016. All rights reserved

We left chapter 11:

Back in the apartment it was not long before we were all naked and sat in
the lounge, drinks in hand. Now guys, we have an early start in the morning
if we are going to get to see much so as soon as we have finished our
drinks its bed, and said Andy, grinning, don't forget me said Tony smiling.

Needless to say, by the time we had all cum twice in various positions and
combinations we had lost another hour, how time fly's when you're having
fun.

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I did remember to set an alarm, I thought 07:00 might be a bit early but as
it happened it was just as well. I came to with something prodding my back,
it was Tony. You awake yet he whispered, I turned my head and replied, I am
now thanks to the actions of that thing of yours, he gently pushed the
duvet back saying, you mean this, as he slapped his rock hard cock onto my
ass cheeks. Needless to say, the commotion woke Andy, it was not long
before we were well into a threesome. Tony was working up to a good workout
on my poor ass while Andy was perfecting his skills sucking my, also, rock
hard cock. We changed places three times before we all came in one orifice
or the other. Laying back to recover, both boys were snuggled in close and
gently stroking my chest, something I quite like, something Dave does not
do very often.

The lads went off to have another bath while I sorted something for
breakfast, at some point during the morning Marie had been in and left some
fresh Croissants, there were also some jars of preservers and fresh milk in
the fridge and some freshly ground coffee beans in the coffee maker.

We were soon all sat around the table enjoying breakfast; I was poring over
a map of the Metro, working out our possible route for the day. Both boys
were watching with great interest, Andy said, that looks so complicated,
there are so many stations and lignes. Correct young man, that's why it's
much easier to use the Metro than drive and drive around above ground. Once
you know the basic navigation system it is so easy to get to where you want
to go.

We spent a quarter of an hour going over my plan, we start this trip about
200 yards down the road at Miomesnil, I explained the system, that's on
ligne 13, we want direction Chatillon Montrouge. We stay on this train for
two stops getting off at Invalides where we change to the RER ligne C, two
stops later we get off for the Eifel tower. As long as you remember to
check you are going the right direction it's difficult to get really lost.

We then went through my proposed itinerary for the day, after the Eiffel
tower we would aim for Notre-Dame then on the Sacra Coeur and if time
allows on the Catacombs. Lots of questions followed which I had to put a
stop to or we would not get all the way around, as it was, we were only
going to see a small fraction of the treasures of the city.

Just as we had finished breakfast the doorbell rang, I opened the door to
Marie smiling, good morning Mr. Mark, did you all have a good evening? Yes,
thank you Marie, come in, thank you sir, thank you for the breakfast, oh,
no problem sir, she came in and went straight to the kitchen where the lads
were tiding away the breakfast things. Oh gentleman she exclaimed, you go
off and enjoy your day, I'll do this and she took a pile of plates off Tony
with a lust full look in her eye, even Andy noticed it, God bro he said as
they left the room, she's got the hots for you mate and laughed.

A short walk out in the early morning sun does wonders for the soul; alas
we were all too soon descending underground to the start point of our
trip. I explained to the lads that one of the best ways to get around Paris
by Metro was to buy either a carnet of tickets or a day pass, Andy
questioned it, but why, well, a carnet is ten tickets, you need a new
ticket every time you leave the system, leave the system? The pass ticket
is multi use, yes, you can stay on the trains all day if you want to one
ticket but get out anywhere and go above ground, you need another ticket to
get back onto the system. Which he understood, sounds a good system, yes it
works well, here's your carnets, don't lose them, watch me, I went up to
the automatic barrier, inserted my ticket and walked through as the barrier
folded back.

Tony was the first to comment on how clean the platforms were, yes they are
looked after, then our first train arrived, Tony was fascinated by the
design of the carriages with their coupling, it leaves the whole train
effectively one compartment. Two stops and we were getting off, we then
looked for the exit we needed to get to the next ligne. This was a bit more
of a walk as we were getting onto the over ground system for the next leg
to Champ de Mars.

The station is about three hundred yards from the tower, you emerge and
there it is, a wonderful sight, both lads were taking photos like mad,
trying to include me in some, I said you'll break your camera taking photos
of me, they just laughed.  It was a good job I had Richard work his magic,
the queues were already horrendous, several hundred yards of them on both
entrances, it was still before nine in the morning. We walked passed the
end of the queue and headed towards the door, one of the security officers
came up to me and asked where I was going, very surly I thought but he's
got a job to do. My name is Mark Pritchard; your VIP reception is expecting
me. I see sir he replied a bit more civilly, would you mind waiting a
moment sir while I check, no problem officer. He trotted off to the office,
we could see him talking to a young girl in the office, she looked over
towards us and picked up a phone. She put the phone down and the guard came
back towards us smiling, sorry to keep you Mr. Pritchard, would you like to
follow me, the Director will see you now, I looked at Tony and smiled, I
heard Andy say to Tony, Director, he doesn't muck about does he, nope bro,
he's pure 18 carat gold and I love him to bits. We walked into the entrance
to be met by a gentleman in he's late fifties, with a slight stoop and grey
hair and a walking stick. Good morning Mr.  Pritchard, welcome to Tower de
Eifel, we have been expecting you, do come into my office. We followed him
down a corridor and down a couple of flights of stairs and into his
office. Please gentleman, take a seat, can I offer you coffee, thank you,
that would be nice, he picked up a telephone on his desk spoke to his
secretary. Now gentleman, I understand that one of your party would dearly
like to get up close and personal with our lift equipment. Tony's face was
another picture, yes please sir, may I ask to what purpose young man. Pure
curiosity sir, I did a project on your equipment while I was at university
and have always wanted to see it in person. An excellent reason he replied
and smiled, let's see what we can do shall we; he really was a jovial
chap. He picked up the other phone on his desk just as his secretary came
in with a tray with four coffees, thank you Sophie. Gorge, yes sir, we have
some visitors, can you come to my office as soon as you can please,
certainly sir.

He looked at me and smiled, turning to Tony, ok young man, Gorge is my head
of technical services here at Tower de Eifel, if there is anything he does
not know about the technical aspects of the elevator system it's not worth
knowing, ask whatever you want. Tony looked at me, smiled and said, I don't
believe you have done this for me Mark, it's something I've wanted for
years, thank you so much, no problem son, just a bit more to pay for I
replied smiling, he just grinned as Gorge came into the Director's
office. After introductions we all followed Gorge along another corridor
and down into the underground cravens of the elevator system.

We emerged an hour later with Tony beaming like a schoolboy with a new toy;
he was clutching a hard back limited edition book of Tower de Eifel, full
history complete with photographs, technical drawings and copies of
original plans. Gorge took us back to the Directors office; we expressed
our gratitude to the Director and Gorge. Will you be ascending the tower
today gentleman? The Director asked, it was in our plan yes Director I
replied. So, are you doing it the right way? Of course, I replied, he
smiled, good then please follow me, he walked out of his office, through
the entrance lobby full of people queueing and straight through the
entrance gates to the stair well. He escorted us all the way to the top,
showing us all the very best views and stopping of at various points to
take us "Off Piste" to see a particular part of the structure. At the first
stage he took us into the restaurant, passed all the queues and over to an
empty reserved table in one corner, coffee gentleman, yes please we all
replied, that's some climb, us but worth every step do you not agree, he
replied as he went off to get the coffees. Tony said, he so enthusiastic
isn't he, yer bro but he knows his stuff too, then they both looked over at
me, they both said, yet more to pay for, grinning.

After our coffee stop it was onwards and upwards for the next 756 steps,
more detours, showing Tony the tracks and counter weights for the elevators
and some of the lighting system. The second stage was the same, passed all
the queues, a special reserved table away from the crowds, another coffee
and a chance to have a much needed pee, I decided to let the boys go first,
just in case....  The Director then went on to explain that we could not
walk to the third stage without special safety equipment so we would have
to go up in the vertical elevator. I don't think the people in the queues
were very impressed when we were usurered into one of the elevators on our
own.  The views from the top are just spectacular, it's not so much the
height, it is not that high by modern standards it's the scenery, Paris
laid out beneath you. Both boys took more photos and spend time looking
through the binoculars and asking even more question, what's that building
with its center missing.......  It took us over half an hour to get back to
terra firma, Tony was watching the elevator mechanics as we descended, Andy
was more interested in the view, he had spotted a young lad in the corner
of the car which he quite fancied, much to Tony's disgust. Both boys were
hungry so we stopped at one of the many hotdog stands and had a hot dog,
it's the only fast food Dave and I will entertain.

Off to Notre-Dame, we decided not to go in, again the queues were several
hundred yards long, even Richard holds no sway with the Catholic Church but
we did walk all the way around the Basilica admiring the structure. I
pointed out the balustrading of the arches supporting the whole structure,
which interested Tony. Back to the Metro for the next leg, a much more
complex journey with two ligne changes, during which I told Tony had had
another treat in store, I had taken the route that would bring us back to
ground level just off the funicular railway up to the top of the hill that
Sacra Coeur is perched.  Tony was made up, looking at how the funicular
worked, once we got to the top, yet more queues, so another walk around the
building, you cannot get all the way around in one go without a detour so
we stopped at a little cafe for some lunch, we all opted for an omelet and
a glass of house wine, which was enough to sustain us for the final leg,
the Catacombs.

This would be the longest leg of our trip and would involve quite a walk at
the other end, I just hopped I could remember where the Catacombs were. We
were entertained by a guitarist on the Metro, he was not bad, I explained
to the lads that it was not allowed and they have to keep changing trains
and lignes to stay ahead of the transport police, who I understand can
confiscate their instrument, bit harsh.....

I asked Andy where the interest in the Catacombs had originated, easy, he
replied, one of our teachers was a blood thirty fellow, he would teach us
all sorts of weird and wonderful things, like, do you know why swords have
a grove down each side? I don't think I know that one Andy, so that when
you pull the sword out of your victim the suction is relieved, allowing
easier removal of the sword, lovely I said grinning.  It was this guy, he
showed us photos and told us that some of the bones go back way beyond 1786
which is when they consecrated the site. I said, you do know that the
photos will not prepare you for the atmosphere down there, it's very
intense, yeh, that's why I want to see and feel for myself, ok lad, enjoy,
oh, I will.

Oh God, I suddenly exclaimed, what's up Mark, has no one noticed the time?
Ah, time to make a call, hello Richard, yes Mark, slight problem, oh,
nothing serious I hope sir, no just a bit awkward, we are on route to the
Catacombs, always wanted to go, been told there fascinating, yes they are,
the problem is, he interrupted me, time, precisely, Ok, I can get the car
to pick you up at the Catacombs, that's great Richard but there's another
fly in the ointment am afraid, oh.  Yes, the boys both brought new suits
for last night, there in the apartment, no problem, do you know where, hang
on a sec, Tony had heard the conversation, yes in the wardrobe in their
bags.  Richard, yes Mark, they are in the wardrobe in their bags, ok sir,
I'll get Marie to find them and take them down to the front door and get
the driver, who, as it happens is sat outside anyway waiting for you, to
collect them and then come for you. I'll ring Charles to let him know,
thank you again Richard sorry to be such a bloody nuisance, no problem sir,
keeps me on my toes, bye for now, bye Richard. Phew, that was close I said
to the boys who were looking at me, how do you do that asked Tony, what
lad, organize things so precisely, did not do a very good job with this
visit did I, I replied smiling.

Sorry Andy, might be a bit of a quick visit, we still have just over an
hour, the driver will ring me when he's outside and we are almost at our
stop, I think it's about a stiff five-minute walk from the Metro. Tony, yes
Mark, can you get a sat nav on your phone, yeh got a good app, see what you
can do, we don't have time to waste getting lost, ok, Mark on it, thanks
for the effort Mark, said Andy, it's not that important, yes, it is lad, we
will at least get a preview, you can always come back at a later date,
true, he replied. We got out of the Metro in record time, turns out it runs
not far below the surface at that station, good fortune. We were at the
entrance, the queue was strangely minimal, just two elderly couples, must
have been the time, everyone had gone for lunch.

We entered full of anticipation, its fine for about the first 100 yards or
so, then you hit one of the cravens, lined with skulls, from floor to
ceiling, which takes most people's breath away the first time. We must have
been about half way through when my phone rang, hello Mr. Pritchard? Yes.
Louis here sir, hello young man, I'm about five minutes away, I'll wait for
you at the exit gate, thank you Louis, see you later, ok sir, bye. Ok guys,
sorry Andy, time to go, can you both pose in front of the display for me
before we go, please, Andy asked. Ok, Tony got in real close with his
strong arm over my back, resting on my far shoulder; it was starting to
have an effect.

Outside, true to his word was Louis standing on the curb with the door open
waiting for us, good man Louis I greeted him as we all piled into the car,
he shut the door and ran around and got in, directly to the airport then
sir, yes please Louis, any idea what the traffics like on the peripherique,
yes sir, its busy but flowing, as always I replied, we all collapsed into a
heap on the back seat.

We all very soon drifted off, the car was so smooth and Louis was such a
good driver, nothing harsh, all nice and gentle. I come to with Louis
calling Mr. Pritchard, sir, oh, yes, sorry Louis, just to let you know we
will be plane side in five, thank you Louis. He swung the car into the
airport and went directly to the VIP reception, they have a barrier with an
office, the security officer lets you onto the tarmac so you can get right
up to your plane. As we pulled up to the Lear, Julian was waiting for us,
Louis got our bags from the boot and Julian stored them in the rear
locker. Good afternoon Mr. Mark, good to see you, are you all well, yes
thankyou I replied, the customs and immigration are onboard waiting for you
sir, we climbed the steps and were very soon sat in our seats waiting for
takeoff.

Charles came on the intercom, good afternoon gentleman we have the
possibility of a head wind up at 40000ft today which may slow us up a
little, we are looking at a flight time of about 2 hours 45 minutes, we
have just been given clearance to taxi to the end of the runway so buckle
up and enjoy a more leisurely takeoff. The takeoff was still very
impressive; we were soon climbing away from Le Borchet on our way back to
Dave, Mum, Dad and our own villa and beds.

Julian came back with a tray of two beers, a triple scotch and ginger and
some snacks, you are a life saver Julian, Andy looked up and asked, how did
you know, ah, it's my job young sir he replied looking at me for approval,
well called Julian, just what the doctor ordered, it's been a long day. So
much so that I might take a nap, would you like me to prepare the bed sir,
thank you Julian, we can do it, ok sir, I'll leave you in peace and he went
off back to the cockpit.  Can I do the bed Mark asked Andy, yes of course
if you know how, think I can manage it and he opened the flap and pushed
the button. Tony, yes Mark, could you get the duvet and pillows out of the
cupboard at the end there while I ring Dave, yeh sure. By the time I had
rung Dave and let him now our ETA the boys had striped and were waiting for
me in the bed. I thought I was going to have a little nap; someone had
other ideas, as I pushed the button that closes all the window blinds and
climbed into the bed I was set upon by another pair of Octopi. I got
skewered twice and then gave Andy a good seeing too before I had had enough
and said, sorry guys I need a snooze. I went off like a light, when I came
too I was aware of some activity in the bed, Tony was giving his brother as
it turned out, another seeing to, oh what it is to be young.

I had managed an hour's snooze and as we laid there Julian came in with
another tray, thought you might like another drink after all your activity
he said with a smile, thank you Julian I replied.  Charles says we will be
on final approach in about fifteen minutes; he will be putting the seat
belt lights on in ten, thank you Julian. We got up and stowed the bedding,
folded up the bed and returned to our seats for landing. My phone rang,
Mark? Hi Dave, just seen you go over, Charles must have had to go around,
I'm waiting in the lounge for you, ok Dave, thanks, bye.  Another perfect
landing, Charles pulled us up right outside the airside entrance to the
lounge, we unbuckled, Julian came back to wish us a good day, thank you
Julian, give my thanks to Charles for me please of course sir, thank you,
see you soon I'm sure, bye for now, bye Julian. We walked the 100 yards to
the lounge where we could see two customs and immigration officers waiting
for us, here's the Gestapo said Tony, oh Tony, that's a bit unfair, we've
not been hassled yet? Just joking Mark, I could see Dave waiting the other
side of the glass screen. After the questions we were cleared and we walked
through to the lounge, Dave had come forward and was stood with open arms,
I was surprised when both lads held back and let me go to him first, they
really were special. Dave and I had a big hug, he kissed me on the lips,
not something we do very often, particularly in public but it was nice
after so long apart. As we had finished he was immediately swamped by them
both, hugs and kisses, Andy getting excited trying to tell Dave what had
been happening. Wow, slow down, there plenty of time later, let's just get
back to the villa. We all piled into the car, the boys in the back, Dave
drove.

Dave told me that he had booked a table for dinner and arranged for Sven,
Sophie and the girls to join us, at another favorite restaurant we have
used many times, a lovely place right on the beach at El Faro Player. Dave,
yes Mark, would you mind if we included Charles and Julian, they have been
so very helpful over this whole issue, no, what a great idea., ill ring
Charles now. We got to the villa and the first thing we all wanted was a
good shower, which was to my great amazement conducted with no hanky panky
what so ever, odd, I thought, then I realized that the boys were saving it
all up for later, oh God, can I go back to Paris, on my own?

We congregated on the patio Dave had got the beers in; we all sat around on
loungers telling Dave what we had done in such a short time. Tony was
enthusing about his book, I'll show you later Dave if you're interested he
said, yes please Tony, I've always had a fascination with those things as
well, Andy had not got over meeting the Prince, quite a guy isn't he Dave
said with a smile, you should see him when he's at his home in Hong
Kong. Andy was saying how he would very much like to go back and see the
Catacombs again, as we did not see half of the tunnels and cravens. I
suddenly remembered the message I received from Richard to say how Paul was
doing, Tony was so pleased, he got up, came over and planted a slobbery
kiss on my lips, as he pulled off, he looked me in the eye and just said,
thank you.  Tony asked what's the dress code for tonight. Oh smart casual
Mark replied, could I wear my new suit, show it off to Mum and Dad, Andy
joined in, that's a good idea bro, can we? You can wear what you like as
long as its clothes Mark replied with a smile. Tony jumped up and ran
towards the pool, anyone for a swim? he yelled as he jumped in and sank,
Andy was a second behind his brother but bombed it, setting up a huge
wave. Mark and I declined so that we could catch up on news.

Our car came from the other direction this evening having picked up the
family first, Marcos pulled into our drive and stopped at the porch, we all
piled in to excited greetings from Mum Dad and the sisters. The boys spent
to trip explaining what we had done and seen during our little gaunt. Tony
was particularly taken by the windows in the apartment and was given his
Dad all the details, at first even Sven looked skeptical.

The restaurant is literally on the beach at El Faro, great views of the
beach and if you go at the right time of evening the sunset can be
spectacular. Marcos pulled up at the front door and opened both doors and
stood aside as we all got out. Mr. Mark, yes Marcos, usual arrangement, yes
please Marcos, ok sir, see you all later, he saluted and closed the doors
before driving off.

As we walked into the restaurant we were greeted by the head waiter, good
evening, he asked Mark, do you have a reservation sir? Yes, young man,
table for ten, name of Walters, ah yes, sorry sir, I did not recognize you,
do follow me please, two of your party are already here, we have sat them
at your table, hope that is ok, sir? Perfect, thank you. He led us to a big
round table at the end of the dining room, surrounded by windows so a good
all round view of the waves crashing into the shore. Charles and Julian
both stood as we approached. Introductions followed all the men shook
hands. We were soon all sat with drinks ordered, Sven asked how we knew of
this restaurant, ah replied Mark, long story, a long time ago we became
members of Diamond Resorts, the holiday company he replied, yes, ah, I have
had several emails from them, are they any good? Another story for another
time Sven, we used to come to their resort just up the hill here, it's
called Los Amigos Beach Club we had a week and went exploring and found
this place.  As you will see when the menus arrive they specialize in fresh
fish, it is very good too. The conversations flowed around the table, Sven
was sat next to Charles and was asking all about the Lear, which was
Charles's baby, he really was so very proud of it, he once admitted to me
that he even dreams of her. Andy was next to Mum, she was asking about the
Catacombs, much to the girl's disgust. Julian had Tony asking what it was
like to work for us; I tried not to listen to his response, just in
case. Mark and I were just catching up with each other, as couples often do
when they've been apart for any length of time.

The waiter arrived, took our drinks order then another guy arrived to take
our meal orders. Both the sisters were having a little moan at Mum saying
but we don't like fish, Mums response was a classic, how do you know till
you have tried it? Tony started to tell his Dad about the book he had been
given and Andy, again, took great delight in scaring Mum and his sisters
with over exaggerated tales about the Catacombs, making one of the girls
scream, which pleased Andy no end, the little sod, which I think is roughly
what Mum said. Our meals arrived and the conversation flowed, to be quite
honest I would have rather had an evening at the villa, but you have to
think of the greater good, so put on a good face and mustered on. My only
hope was that the girls would again loose interest and fall asleep at the
table, which might just lead to an early night, I had a feeling Dave and I
were very unlikely to get one of those tonight, bless them.

A very nice meal was followed by deserts, coffees and a round of drinks for
the men, I caught the waiters eye, he came over, yes sir, is our car
outside? Yes, sir, he's been there for about ten minutes, thank you. Do you
think the girls would drop off, not a bit of it, Mum had obviously had
words but eventually I think Sven noticed how shattered I was looking and
suggested it might be time to leave, he called the waiter over again and
before either Dave or I could intervene he had asked for the bill, not a
word gentleman, he said as he looked at the pair of us, if you're sure Sven
I said, thank you. It's the very least I can do after everything the pair
of you have done for my two lads. Private flight, fancy cars everywhere,
posh hotels, fantastic food, trips in London and Paris and I understand
good nighttime entertainment to top it all off, he smiled. Mark and I
looked across at the boys who were both looking as though butter would not
melt, both grinning at us. Sven broke the spell, it's alright gentleman, I
have been spared the gory detail but it is more than evident that the pair
of them have had a fantastic trip, it was really the very least we could
do, thank you both for everything. We left the table and said our goodbyes
to Charles and Julian; they had a separate car to take them back to their
hotel near to the airport, where Charles prefers to be, near his baby. We
were welcomed back to our car by Marcos. On our way back to the villa Sven
turned to Tony and asked, will you two be staying the night? Tony looked
across at me, shrugged his shoulders, I hope so if these two can stand it
he replied. Mark looked round at me, I could see in his eyes that he would
have said no but that he was resigned to his fate. Fine, if that's what the
two of you would like, we are not going to complain, good man said Sven, I
just thought how fantastic to have such understanding and supportive
parents'. Marcos drove into our drive, pulled up to the porch and opened
the doors.  The boys were first out and they both gave Mum a kiss and shook
Dads hand with a smile. We left having said goodbye to Sophia and the girls
shook Sven's hand again with a knowing smile.  We all stood on the porch
and watched as the limo drove down to the other villa.  Almost before the
front door had been closed , both boys were taking off their clothes, I
needed a pee so went straight to the master, Mark went into the kitchen for
some drinks. I had hardly had time to unzip before I had company, Andy was
as he had done many times, taking my cock in his hand and was guiding the
flow, looking up at be with a little boy lost expression on his face.

By the time we got onto the patio, Mark had brought out two beers, a Scotch
and ginger and his own Gin and tonic, Tony was sat on one of the loungers,
I could see he had a good semi going on, not really surprising, he had not
had any sex for at least twelve hours, not even time for a quick wank, no
wonder, as it turned out, they were both rampant. Andy did us both a favor
without realizing it; he ran over to his brother, knelt down beside him and
gave him a good blow job. Mark and I just sat on another lounger and
enjoyed the show. I could read Mark like a book, I knew how shattered he
was, he puts on a good show with all his frantic organizing, he's very
cleaver at not letting the strain show, know that this episode was drawing
to a happy and satisfactory conclusion it was beginning to take its toll.
It was not long before Tony wanted more than a willing mouth, Andy came up
for air, Tony used that to stand up, Andy took the hint and laid out on the
lounger. Tony climbed on top of his brother, located his target and lowered
himself into position. We were far enough away not to interrupt the show
but still close enough to see Tony's ass going up and down and at the top
of each stroke, his cock, glistening with the lubrication in the
moonlight. I like to think that Tony was perceptive enough to realize that
we had had it for the night as once he had cum, they both laid out on the
lounger, cuddling each other as though we were not there. We, obviously,
both had rock hard cocks but sadly, little, if any energy to do anything
with them, we moved quietly back to our bedroom, we climbed into bed,
kissed, settled into a spoon and passed out.

To be continued.......


My usual suffix, sorry but this is important to me.

AIDS has taken all but a few of my circle of friends from my time on the
gay scene, it is still a fact of life, it will KILL you eventually, even
though they now have some very good meds which may prolong the inevitable.

Prevent the need,

   ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFE SEX. USE A CONDOM. Enjoy sex without the hassle.

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