Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:09:30 -0400
From: Barry Mattison <stories@barrymattison.com>
Subject: Hiking Buddies-Chapter 1    (Fiction)

Hiking Buddies-Chapter 1
12 July 2010
AUTHOR: Barry Mattison

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INTRODUCTION:

College student Josh just finished his undergrad program in Geology at
Williamstown College in Mass. and has been planning to hike the Vermont
portions on the Appalachian Trail, a hiking trail that extends from Georgia
to Maine, called the Long Trail. On the first night on the trail he meets
Rick, another student from the same college. They decide to stay together
as hiking buddies, a common practice for many reason including safety and
companionship. But as they hike along they find out that they have more in
common than the fact that they are both gay. There is no instant
attraction, no sudden love story. No, this is another story.

The characters in "Hiking Buddies" are all fictional and any semblance to
real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.

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HIKING BUDDIES

Chapter 1

I'd been planning this hike for almost two years, hiking weekends when I
could, spending several days at a time in the woods practicing survival
skills I learned from my father when he would take me hiking into the woods
during deer season, rabbit season, practically any season that allowed him
to carry a rod or a gun. I wasn't into killing anything unless I needed
something for survival food compared to his relentless slaughter of
anything that moved, but in the process I learned many of the skills he
used to gather game, survive in the cold, and walk out of the woods alive
when others might have not.

My final plan was to hike the Long Trail, part of the Appalachian Trail, of
Vermont. The Long Trail is a hiking trail located in Vermont, running the
length of the state. It is the oldest long-distance trail in the United
States, constructed between 1910 and 1930 by the Green Mountain Club. It
runs for a length of about 272 miles (438 km) across the state of
Vermont. It starts at the Massachusetts border (near Williamstown,
Massachusetts), and runs north to the Canadian border (near North Troy,
Vermont). The most beautiful parts of the trail runs along the main ridge
of the Green Mountains, coinciding with the Appalachian Trail for 100 miles
in southern Vermont. Additionally, over 70 miles of side trails complete
the Long Trail System.

Presently I was enrolled at Williams College in Williamstown, MA studying
Geology and thought that this trip would give me practical insight into the
real world of my future field of study. Of course I wasn't the first, nor
the last student to come up with the idea. In fact, there were several
other students planning the same hike as mine, only they were starting from
different points than I was and hiking shorter side trails in places. I had
planned to hike the entire length of the trail during the summer vacation
following graduation and before starting my Masters program. I'd planned
for so long for this trip that I could recite from memory almost every
shelter, mountain peak, outlook, pack item and town along the route. It
also helped to have a photographic mind. So with graduation behind me,
money stashed away in several places in case I met some unscrupulous fellow
hikers, I set off at the VT-MA border line of the trail on a misty Friday
morning.

As I started the hike it became apparent that all my preparation had been
useful as the trail was not a forgiving one. Worn by the thousands of feet
before me, it winds up and down, around the tops of ridges, down into
valley's, then abruptly back up again. I had learned to pace myself and on
the first day had settled into a routine of hike and rest, drinking plenty
of fluids to prevent dehydration. As the day progressed I drew near to my
first shelter and found it empty. Most of the shelters had been upgraded to
three-sided wood shelters that provided excellent protection from the
weather. Some shelters were fully enclosed for protection from colder
elements. All I needed to do was unroll my foam ground roll and lay out my
sleeping bag. I roamed around the woods for a few minutes gathering enough
dry wood to make a small fire in the pit provided and started one to cook
up some soup from stock and wild vegetables I had found while gathering the
wood. I'd spent so much time alone in the woods that I was quite
comfortable with just following this routine, then lying on my bedroll in
my jock strap, letting the smoke drift into the shelter to keep the
mosquito's away while I read, providing there was enough light, then
crawling in and getting seven or eight hours of good sleep before starting
another day of the same routine.

I was on the swim team at school and also biked about thirty miles a day
when I wasn't hiking just to keep in shape. Consequently I had a zero
percent fat level, narrow swimmer's waist, and looked hot as hell in a
jock, my favorite underwear item. I'd been in several relationships before,
but they never seemed to work out for one reason or another. Maybe I was
too young, maybe it was a combination of both, but with the solitary
lifestyle I was leading now, plus my desire to continue in school and get
my PhD in Education it would be hard to stay in a solid relationship with
any guy doing the same thing. We would just never even see each other and I
wanted, I guess needed, more than that in a long term relationship.

I had just fallen asleep when I heard a noise behind me on the trail that I
quickly recognized as another hiker. It was not uncommon to share a shelter
with ten or more people all crammed together, so in some sense, hiking was
also a study in sociology and human interaction. It was something more than
that though...if you traveled together for a time it became your
family. Many times close friendships develop on the trail that last until
the end of the trail and even later in life. Anyway, as the steps came
closer I heard the familiar call of the hiker calling out to announce their
presence. Not everybody does this, but it's a nice habit to have so that
new hikers, who might be carrying lethal protection, don't start using it
before the newbie gets a chance to introduce him/herself.

"Ho there," I called back. "Just one here, come on in."

I thought immediately of the difference and freedom of why I love to
hike. There's a sort of "code" amongst true hikers that almost all follow
and newbies learn quickly. A lot of personal values and morals are involved
resulting in a very low crime rate, a much higher rate of companionship and
trust, and the unspoken feeling that it's a privilege to be free from the
shackles of city life constraints and boundaries people set to conform
versus the life of a hiker where there few such limits. Hence the there was
little fear of being victimized by inviting a complete stranger into camp
after dark where I would never do that in town.

"Thanks, it's a little late to be setting up but I got off the trail a bit
in the dark and it took me a while to find it again," the voice said as it
rounded the edge of the shelter.

"Yeah, that spot around the fire tower can be a little confusing. I've been
lost there myself."

The new guy appeared to be maybe six feet tall, about my height, size and
weight.  He quickly laid out his roll and sleeping bag. Sitting on the edge
of the shelter with his feet on the ground he started eating something from
his pack. Obviously he was an experienced hiker as well.

"My name is Josh," I said. "What's yours?"

After a minute or two he spoke up and said, "Mine's Ricky, but everybody
just calls me Rick."

"Well Rick, nice to meet you."

"You too Josh. Where you from?"

"I'm in between degrees at Williamstown College. Just graduated and going
into the grad program with my Geology degree; going for a doctorate
eventually to teach. Been Hiking for quite a few years and thought I'd take
the summer to do the entire trail."

"Huh, I go to the same college but don't graduate until next year. Music is
my field, and I plan to continue on into the grad program as well, so we'll
probably see each other around campus."

"How far are you going on the trail?"

"I was only going about halfway because my parents wanted to see me
sometime before school starts in the fall, but that's sort of an open thing
for me. I really love it out here and would rather be here than in some
city riding the bus or subway."

"Gotcha there, me too. How about hitching up as hiking buddies? It's always
nice to have some company on the trail, especially when we are going to the
same school and will be seeing each other around campus."

"Sounds fine to me. At least until the mid-point. I'll make a decision
there about whether I'm going to continue on or not."

"Great. Buddies it is. Now I think I'll get some sleep. Daylight always
creeps up on 'ya real fast out here."

"Sure does. G'nite Josh."

"Nite Rick."

I watched Rick as he carefully put away his things and placed his backpack
under his bedroll at the head as a pillow. I also watched as he undressed
to climb into his sleeping bag. Although it was getting almost dark, night
vision had developed to where I could see enough to watch him only a few
feet away. As he took his shirt off, his exposed torso revealed the well
defined upper body of someone who spends time in the gym lifting weights
and using machines. His arms were well developed but not bulky like someone
into heavy weight lifting, his chest tapered down to a narrow waist about
the same as mine. After folding his shirt he dropped his shorts to reveal a
white jock, one of my favorites. Drool was dripping out of the side of my
mouth and somewhere else. He leaned down past his lean legs to pick up his
shorts, revealing the hairless crack between the two bands of white. I was
almost ready to blow a load in my sleeping bag just looking at his perfect
cheeks, firm, well-defined with nice handholds on both sides. Perfect at
least for what I had in mind. Having folded his shorts and placed them on
his shirt he turned slightly to lean down and crawl into bed. As he did he
clearly revealed the package his jock was trying to contain in the
front. Now I was within seconds of orgasm. This guy was as hot as they come
and I was going to have an orgasm without even touching myself. I had to
roll over and think of everything nasty under the sun to keep from doing
so, not that I didn't want to, but I wanted to hold it and see what
developed the next day...maybe even later that night.

Daylight came faster than I expected. As I sat up in my sleeping bag I
smelled smoke from the fire. Rick was already up and had started a small
fire to make coffee, a hiker's 'must have'. My thoughts turned to the
anticipation of the coffee while my jock turned to the thoughts of what I
had missed by sleeping in late.

"Oh well," escaped my lips.

I wiped the sleepers out of my eyes and unzipped my bag. Sliding upwards
the straps of my jock rolled up into strings...a normal problem since I
liked to wear my jocks a little tight, which meant shopping in the boys
department sometimes as my waist varied between a twenty nine and a
thirty. I slipped my legs out first, rolled onto my knees, then stood
up. Now, here I was, morning woody in a tight jock with strings for straps
in the rear, and one of the strings was threatening my crack. You'd think
that might draw some kind of attention from another guy who seemed to be
into jocks, so I snuck another look once again...ah...nope...not even a
glance. So spoil my day. I unrolled the straps out of my butt cheeks and
adjusted my jock, doing the best I could with making my rock hard cock fit
in the pouch, then headed out behind the shelter to take a piss. At least
that would take care of the distracting problem in the jock pouch.

As I was pissing I bent down slightly and glanced through a crack in the
shelter to see Rick standing near the fire, facing the shelter, with his
right hand down the front of his hiking shorts. I thought naw, he couldn't
be. Standing up quickly in surprise, I bent down slowly and looked
again. Sure enough, he was playing with his pouch, rubbing it up and
down. Although the crack wasn't that wide, I could barely see the bulge in
his shorts begin to develop. I thought, I'll surprise him and see what
happens. I finished pissing, readjusted my cock and jock, and quietly
walked around the shelter as if nothing was happening. I made sure that
just as I was rounding the corner I looked up to ask Rick something.

"Hey Rick, do you have a...oh, sorry man, didn't mean to interrupt
anything."

"No problem, I'm always horny in the morning. How about you?"

"Same thing. To tell the truth I have this thing for jock straps and
underwear. Just wearing the right thing at the right time can be such a
turn on for me that I can come without even touching myself."

This morning he had on another jock strap.

"You're kidding. I have the same thing for underwear, but my preference is
for a good, comfortable pair of jocks. Trouble is that my waist is so small
that they're hard to find. I usually special order them to get what I
want. Here, have a look at my stash."

He went and brought his backpack out of the shelter, opened the bottom
pocket and pulled out another pouch filled with jock straps and and several
pairs of cool bikini undies. His jock straps were different colors and had
actual brand names on them from the men magazines I kept under my mattress
at school.

"Here," he said, handing me a pair of blue jocks, "try these on."

I quickly pulled mine down and put them on my sleeping bag, then turned
around facing Rick. I felt his eyes following my movements, especially my
cock flopping back and forth, as I put one foot in, then the other and
pulled them slowly up until they rested just on the edge of my hips. I
looked down and adjusted my dick until it was bulging out, filling the jock
just perfect, then looked up at Rick who was standing there smiling.

"Well, what do you think," he asked.

"These are the most comfortable I've ever tried on. They fit
perfectly. Where did you get these?"

"That's what I mean. You have to order them from the catalogs. Otherwise
they are just a jock strap for boys baseball. Look here and see what else I
have."

He laid out several pairs of different types and styles on his
bedroll...enough to impress me; I knew where I'd be getting my jocks from
now on.

"These fit so nice do you mind if I wear them today?"

"Not at all. You'll see a big difference while you're hiking. That's a
promise." He winked.

"Well, I guess we better get some miles behind us before it gets dark, what
do 'ya say Rick. I'll get dressed and packed up in a few minutes and we can
get on the trail. We can make up time by eating lunch a little at a time,
take regular rest stops, then make the next shelter on time. I have a tent
in case the shelter is full."

"Sounds good to me. I'll get this stuff picked up and...man you look sexy
in those...put the fire out while you get your stuff done. We're only about
an hour...gosh you're hot...behind. We can make that up in no time. How do
you keep in shape?"

"I'm on the swim team, I bike and I hike. I also try to have sex when I
can...with or without another cute guy...like you. But mostly without
because most guys just don't appreciate the finer things about a small
piece of cotton fetish. I better stop or there'll be a giant wet spot on
the front of my hiking shorts. Okay, ready hiking buddy Rick, let's hit the
trail. We can walk 'n talk"

We signed the shelter book and headed north on the trail after making sure
the area was clean and ready for the next users. Walking along the trail,
following one behind the other, it was hard to talk. Many times we would
have to climb down and through cracks in the rocks, then right back up and
climb over fallen trees and slippery, moss covered rocks. Eventually though
we managed to develop a system of helping each other through the rough
spaces and slip in a word or two, then when we got to the next spot one of
us would finish the sentence. After a while it almost became a natural way
of talking.

"So I guess by now we've both figured out that we're gay," I said as I
lifted Rick up and over the top of a large boulder.

"Well, to tell the truth," he replied as he supported my backpack while I
climbed over a fallen tree trunk, "I really wasn't sure about myself until
a few years ago."

 "So," I said, as we finally had a chance to walk side by side for a short
bit, "what took so long?"

"I was brought up in the Mormon Church and they really drill into your mind
the harsh reality of the consequences of homosexuality. It's a real mind
game when you know that you're gay inside but have to act straight on the
outside because of the way they threaten you with all kinds of
things...whoa! you okay?"

"Yeah, just slipped on that dang rock. Good thing you have quick
reflexes. Thanks. You were right about this jock strap. Fits so comfortably
you wouldn't even know you have one on. It's a turn-on just knowing
that. Each time I walk my legs don't feel anything in the crotch like those
Bike jocks give you."

"Told you you'd like them...OUCH! watch that branch! Anyway, my parents
tried to have me fixed, meaning mentally, so that I would be straight...can
you give me a hand up this ledge here?"

"Yeah," as I put both hands on his gorgeous butt and pushed him up the
slight cliff. "Now I need a hand getting up the same way if you don't
mind."

"Sure...here, reach up and hold tight...anyway, back to my parents. They
tried to change me but eventually gave up. I tried to tell them I was born
this way and it wasn't a choice...sorry, I slipped, you okay?...what was I
saying? oh yeah, that you are born that way, it's not a choice. I even
asked them if they had ever had the choice to be straight or gay...no
answer but they didn't want to listen, so they kicked me out and said they
never wanted to see me again and the church excommunicated me. Can't
remember if I even lost any sleep over that terrible news or not."

"Wait a minute...they never want to see you again? Your own family?
Jeez...that's pretty harsh after raising you to that point in your
life...let's get going again...keep talking..."

We hiked on for a while longer in silence as I thought about what Rick had
said. How could a whole family turn their back on their son just because he
was gay. It didn't make any sense at all. And what was this religion that
demanded that they do this. To me this wasn't any kind of teaching I had
heard of in church growing up. I thought that God created us in His image
and loved all of us. My heart was breaking for Rick and the more I thought
about it, the worse it got. I just couldn't get my head wrapped around the
whole illogical concept.

"So Rick, how did you reconcile all this rejection in your mind if you
don't mind my asking?...oops...watch out for that rock in the middle of the
brook, yeah the light green one, it's slippery...here, hold my hand when
you cross this stream so you don't fall. I mean that must have been so
traumatic for you."

"What was?"

"Being kicked out 'n all"

"It was. I had to leave, actually I was forced to leave home. At first I
stayed with some friends, all Mormon, then I decided to go to college as
far away from them as possible so here I am...do you mind if we take a
break for a few minutes, we've been hiking for about three hours now over
these mountains and I need a short rest and...whooooooaaaaa!

From down in a small ravine Rick's voice came drifting up...

"Uhmmmm, can you throw me a rope and pull me up? I think I've got stones
all the way up my butt from that slide down the hill. Thanks, hang on
tight, I'm almost there, just a few more feet. Man, watch that first step,
it's a dilly. I think we need something to eat, I'm shaking a little. Maybe
stop somewhere with a view and less of a slide?"

"That sounds great," as I caught him from tripping on another stone. "These
darn rocks and logs can be tricky, huh? Do you want me to check for any
cuts on your backside. Not a good place for infections on a long hike you
know."

"Um...Maybe tonight. I'm sure I'll live 'till then. Thanks. Hey, looks like
a small outcropping up ahead."

"Great. We can rest there and eat something. You know something, I just
realized that we haven't met anyone on the trail today. It just struck me
as a little unusual."

"Some days are like that and other days it's like Grand Central
Station. Did you bring a digital camera?"

"Yeah, always carry it with me. How about a few pictures of us together
against the valley background? The camera has a timer and I can set it on
this rock over here and run into the picture in time."

"Sounds great, but let's do a different picture. Strip down to our jocks
first and we'll take a picture facing each other with our hands on each
others' hips, looking at the camera, then one looking over the valley, then
face the camera and hip to hip with our hands held behind each
other. They'll be hot pictures. Then we'll put in another chip for the
'normal' pictures."

"I love it Josh. You have a sexy thinking mind there. Hiking the Long Trail
Au Natural, the series."

"The pictures were easy to take until the one where we were facing each
other. I happened to look into Rick's starry blue eyes surrounded by long
black eyelashes and thought I fell immediately in love. But it was just a
dream...that was until he caught me near the edge of the granite rock rim
about to fall off."

"What happened Josh? You almost went over the edge."

I wanted to tell him in the worst way that I think I really thought I fell
instantly in love with him, but thought better of saying something so
stupid.

"Ah, just slipped I guess, maybe the heat or something. Might be the fact
that the heat is coming from within and my disk has had a mind of it's own
since meeting up with you"

We both looked down at my sailcloth hiking pants and the blue jock that was
visible through the light colored shorts. There was a large, dark wet spot
where pre-cum had been leaking from the tip of my cock. Talk about hot. Oh
man I wanted to take him right then and there, right on that rock, up a
tree, hanging off the edge, anywhere. I didn't know if I could wait until
later. But I knew that for safety's sake, getting to the next shelter was
the priority. Bone jumping would have to wait, again!

"Well Josh, I hate to disappoint you but we both know that we need to get
to the next shelter before dark. But after that, we have the whole night to
explore each other. I would be lying to you if I told you I didn't feel
anything at the same time you did. I'm willing to explore things a little
further and see what happens, even though I'm a virgin"

"Oh gosh...as I slipped weakly to my knees at the thought. Help me off my
knees here and let's go. How far did I say that shelter was?"

We didn't say much after that other than continue to help each other off
the rocks, the ground and down off the bending trees, touching each other
whenever possible and smiling back. We finally arrived at the next shelter,
tired, but happy about achieving our goal for that day. Automatically we
both set about setting up camp. So far there were no people at the shelter,
but as always, that could change at any moment. We pulled out the tent and
set it up just in case. After that we rustled up some grub from our packs
and sat down on the makeshift couch someone had made from a few flat boards
a some lawn chair . As we sat there Rick stood up, moved over, and sat down
as quietly as he could right close to me.

"Mind if I sit here and finish my dinner hiking buddy?"

"Not at all sexy. In fact, you could sit in my lap and finish your dinner
and I wouldn't mind."

"I'm going to get a small fire going in the pit to keep the mosquito's away
from the shelter and then walk down to the pond and see if there's any fish
in it. Maybe I can catch something for breakfast. Wanna' come?"

"Sounds good to me. It looks like good weather tonight and we're not that
high up today so I'll bring a blanket and we can at least lie down and be
lazy fishermen. I'll grab my extension pole and a few hooks, the blanket,
and we'll head on down."

Rick rummaged around in his tall pack while I did the same in mine for
fishing supplies. In a few minutes we were ready to go.

"What do you think about the bugs? I think I'll wear jeans and a long
sleeve...maybe bring my can of natural repellent," Rick said to nobody in
particular.

"What's natural repellent?" I asked him, never having heard of such
stuff. Usually it was a spray can of sticky, smelly stuff you had to
practically spray in your throat to get any use out of it.

"Huh?"

"You were talking about wearing long pants and bringing some kind of
natural bug repellent. What is it?"

"Oh, it's something new...actually it's something i came up with. Stumbled
upon it by accident while working in the lab. No smell, just a few drops do
the job and it is a lotion, so it sinks into the skin and works as a skin
creme as well."

"Sounds great. I guess by your discovery that you're into chemistry?"

"It's my minor. I love science."

"Chemistry huh...I knew there was something wrong with you, but I like you
in spite of it."

"I feel so much better for your confidence in me rock head. I like you
too. Let's get going before the next ice age."

"Right behind you, just as soon as I put on a pair of parachute pants and
long sleeve shirt."

Five minutes down the path and we were at the edge of a fairly large
pond. Already there was a slight mist rising from the water on the opposite
shore as the sun touched the tops of the tallest of the pine trees. We
walked up the scraggy shoreline a little bit looking for a smooth,
beach-like place to fish from and spread out the blanket. Finally we found
a nice place, a little rocky in places, but the best we could find.

"Let's set out our poles first and then find a spot big enough for the
blanket," I said to Rick as he was digging around under rocks and logs for
some bait. "I'll help you with that."

"I've already got it. Let's bait up and set the rods. Then we can lay down
and relax."

"Sounds fine."

It only took a few minutes to get the rods baited up, cast out with a
bobber on each and set up in the sand with a cut "Y" stick as a holder to
set the rod in. I went and sat down on the blanket, straightening the
equipment out on the blanket so that Rick would have enough room to sprawl
out beside me. As I turned to sit I noticed Rick standing between the
blanket and the water's edge.

"What's up Rick? Come on and sit down with me. I don't bite you know."

"Just stay there. I have a surprise for you. I'll show you what I do for
extra work to pay my way through school."

"If you say so."

I sat down, eyes glued on Rick, wondering what he was up do. His lithe body
was outlined by the sun's ray's bouncing off the opposite shore. Slowly he
began to gyrate his hips, then his body as he began to unbutton his
shirt. My full attention was now on his every move as he picked up speed
and began to move his body in a gentle, swaying rhythm. I was mesmerized by
every subtle move he made...the shirt slowly sliding off his chest,
revealing a strong, V-shaped chest that was topped off by perfectly formed
pecs and nipples with little brown tips just right for sucking on. As he
danced his dance of love my eyes followed his hands as they wrapped around
his mid torso and massaged his muscular chest and six-pack. The sounds of
the evening coming from the woods and bouncing off the shores and water
created the music for his dance. Each muscle moved and danced the dance
with him as he slowly slid his hands down to his narrow waist, never
stopping for a second or breaking the dance as he outlined each muscle
leading to the center where they pointed to the feathered treasure trail of
blond hair leading down behind the top of his loose fitting jeans.

My eyes followed the gyration of his lean hips as they began to highlight
his large basket in the same way it was highlighted by the reflected light
off the water as he turned sideways against the evening light. My parachute
pants had a large wet spot, again, in the front as pre-cum leaked
uncontrollably from my straining cock, held tightly by Ricks own jock
strap. The thought of that, plus the sensuality of the moving object almost
within my grasp was making me delirious with sexual thoughts. He knew
exactly when to strike. Looking into my eyes, seeing the uncontrollable
urges I was struggling with, he increased the speed and sensuality of the
dance, reaching out, then pushing back. My heart was beating rapidly, my
breaths shallow and my brain light-headed when he put each thumb into the
top of his loose jeans and with a gyrating yank, pulled them off in one
quick move, revealing a pure white jock strap filled in the front with a
huge bulge. As he continued his dance he slowly turned, revealing perfect
cheeks held together by two white straps. Continuing around in a circular,
gyrating dance he slowly opened his muscular cheeks, revealing his tight,
pink hole. My mind was reeling with the insane thought of jumping him right
there, but he continued his dance, moving back around to the front where
the top half of his large dick was pulsing above the top of his jock strap,
leaking juices down the front, leaving a trail of glistening wetness that
begged me to crawl forward and lick it up.

I couldn't hold on much longer, but I was paralyzed. My mouth opened from
instinct and my hands went to my crotch, but Rick wasn't through teasing me
yet with that jock strap as he readjusted his package so his junk was all
inside again, revealing the most tantalizing bulge in a jock strap I'd ever
seen. He certainly knew what he was doing as he slowly inched his way
towards me.

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Continued in Chapter 2.

Let me know if you like this story and many thanks to StoriesByBm© member
Kenny, Camp Director and fellow hiker (not related to this story) for
planting the seed in my head for this story.


Thanks again Kenny!
Barry