Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 21:07:51 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Leith - Chapter 16 - College Section

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons
are completely coincidental.  Actual locations are mentioned, and are used
for 'background' only.

This story happens during the period of time when my earlier story,
'Phalen,' ends.

Many of the character's names are Finnish.  For those who wish to know how
they are pronounced, read on.

Mikko - MEEK-ko
Paavo - PAW-vo
Joel - YOE-el
Halonen - HALL-oh-nen


Roy
roynm@mac.com


Leith - chapter 16


Mikko followed Andrew down the hallway, heading for the gym's locker room.
During dinner the night before, he asked if Andrew knew of a good gym.  He
gestured to his surroundings and joked that if he continued to eat at
restaurants and like he had been at his brother's that he'd soon not be
able to get into his pants.  Andrew had offered to show him *his* gym.

Andrew held the locker room door open for him and rubbed his open palm over
Mikko's back as he passed.  Mikko grinned as they stepped into a room
smelling of men.  Mikko took a deep breath and smiled when he saw Andrew do
the same thing.  "I've always loved locker rooms," he admitted.  Andrew
nodded.

"Me too."

Mikko stood aside while Andrew stepped past and gestured for him to follow
with a slight nod of his head.  He led them down a long empty row of
lockers and then turned left, to an alcove surrounded by lockers on three
sides.  Mikko sat down on the bench and looked around as Andrew dropped his
bag and opened an empty locker.

"Why is the place deserted?  We're the only ones here."  The sound of his
voice echoed in the empty room.

"It's Friday, and it's always like this after work.  I like Fridays because
I can unwind without all the chatter and horseplay that normally goes on in
here."  He leaned back against a locker and crossed his arms.

Andrew studied Mikko's upturned face, his curly black hair and green eyes
with their dark eyelashes.  He grinned and lowered his voice.  "Are you
bothered by my touching you, like when we came into the locker room?"  He
paused a moment to see if there was a response.  "If you are I'll stop, but
I'm hoping you don't mind."

"Mind?"  Mikko moved to straddle the long wooden bench.  He had decided
wearing dress clothes to oversee construction of his office didn't make
sense, and was already wearing a pair of shorts and polo shirt.  He
released the straps to his gym bag and felt them slide against his leg on
their way to the floor.  Andrew continued to study him with crossed arms
and a slight smile on his lips.

"No, don't stop . . . touching.  I enjoy it."  Mikko grinned and lowered
his eyes, surprised that he felt like an awkward teenager.  "I'm just not
any good at taking the first step in things like this.  I don't have a lot
of experience, you see."  He stuttered to a stop.  "I mean with guys."  He
looked up at Andrew and felt a blush on his cheeks.  Andrew's grin grew
into a smile.  "I've spent so many years ignoring the part of me that wants
to be with a man that I don't really know how to behave."  Mikko looked
around, intimidated by Andrew's presence.

'Damn,' he thought.  'Joel never affected me this way.'  He realized Andrew
was still watching him.

"Does Larry use this gym too," he asked, trying to think of something to
say to fill the silence. Andrew nodded and removed his shirt hanging it in
his locker before turning back to Mikko who was watching intently.  Andrew
rubbed a hand over his hairy chest, sighed gently, and then grinned.
"Sensitive nipples," he muttered, and then purposely teased each one with
the tip of a forefinger.

Mikko took a deep breath and nodded.  "I'll have to remember that for
future reference."

Andrew chose to ignore the comment, but Mikko could tell he had heard every
word.  "Larry and I used to come to this gym together.  Since he's become
involved with Brad, we still see each other but he spends most of his free
time with Brad . . . a wonderful person, by the way."  He moved to straddle
the bench, facing Mikko who was still sitting.  Their knees were almost
touching.

"Are you thinking I'm somehow being unfaithful to Larry?"  Mikko shook his
head, captivated by the sight of Andrew's hairy chest.  "When he and I were
seeing one another, I would never have even touched another person like I
touched you a couple minutes ago.  But, Larry and I aren't having sex any
longer.  We're very good friends.  He's in love with Brad, and I am free to
do whatever I wish."  He took a deep breath and then released it slowly.

"I was pretty upset about the two of us deciding to go our own ways.  In
fact, I was not feeling too good about it until the day I met you."  Mikko
smiled.  "Somehow, my entire perspective on . . . things . . . changed when
you shook my hand."  Mikko smiled broadly.

"I bet you say that to every guy you bring to the gym."  Andrew became
quiet.

"No, Mikko, I have never said that before, because I've never felt this way
before."  He slowly reached out and took Mikko's hand with both of his,
gently massaging his thumbs over the palm as he held it.  Mikko watched and
then gently grasped the hand in return.  They watched one another, barely
breathing.  Somewhere in the background there was a steady drip of water,
probably from the nearby showers.  There was the distant sound of someone
talking and the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the locker room.

"If you'd like."  Andrew spoke barely above a murmur, his eyes never
leaving Mikko's "I'd very much enjoy getting to know you better,
Mr. Halonen."  He winked.  "I especially want to experience that
exhibitionist streak you spoke of at dinner last night."  Mikko smiled and
rested his other hand on top of Andrew's.

"It's not something I can just turn on or off.  It's *there* and sometimes
it manifests itself.  I don't have a whole lot of control.  I'm not an
exhibitionist *all* of the time."  He looked at their clasped hands, and
then at Andrew's face.  "What about *you?* Have you ever done anything in a
group setting?"  Andrew shook his head.

"No, I'm afraid not."  He paused a moment and then grinned.  "Well, there
was sort of a group thing in the steam room the other day.  There were four
of us masturbating in front of one another and then shooting onto another
guy's face."  He grinned at Mikko's intent expression.  "He *asked* us to."
Mikko nodded and grinned as he raised his expressive eyebrows.  "I find the
idea of watching and being watched extremely exciting though," Andrew
continued.  In fact I masturbated last night, thinking about being in such
a situation with you."

"Me?"

"You bet!  And, don't act so surprised.  Haven't you ever had a guy tell
you how sexy you are?"  Mikko shook his head.

"No, only my brother, and *he's* not exactly objective."  Andrew laughed
and released Mikko's hand.

"Well, you've got about half the secretaries in Larry's firm whispering
about what a hunk you are.  *And* a couple of the attorneys too, or so
Larry tells me."

"Really?"  Andrew watched Mikko's pleased expression.  "You've masturbated
thinking about me?"  Andrew nodded and smiled.

"Don't forget the exhibitionist thing.  The two of you are sort of
inseparable, in my fantasies at least."  He gave Mikko's hand a squeeze and
then stood.  "Well, if we're going to work out, we have to change."  He
stood and rummaged about in his gym bag.  Mikko remained seated, seemingly
lost in thought.  He looked up when Andrew stepped out of his slacks and
then hung them neatly in the locker.  Andrew looked over his shoulder and
grinned.

"Are you going to change?"

"Yeah, in a minute."  Mikko's brows were drawn down slightly as he studied
Andrew's long legs and well developed calves.  He looked up as Andrew
dropped his boxer briefs and threw them into the locker.

Andrew had a distinct tan line and the white muscles of his ass cheeks
flexed as he shifted his weight from one leg to another.  "Damn," Mikko
murmured loud enough for Andrew to hear.  "What a sight!"  Andrew smiled to
himself and decided to give his friend a little show, thinking that maybe
he *did* have a little of the exhibitionist streak in him as well.  He
turned his profile to Mikko.

"You like?"  Andrew cupped his testicles with one hand and stroked his cock
with the other, causing it to thicken a bit.  Mikko nodded slightly, licked
his lips once, and didn't take his eyes off the man in front of him.
Andrew turned away from Mikko and ran his hands over his butt cheeks,
asking once again if Mikko liked what he was seeing.  Mikko nodded
silently, captivated by the sight of Andrew continuing to knead the cheeks
of his own butt.  As his hands moved he left behind pink marks that slowly
faded.

"I didn't hear you, Mikko," Andrew cooed, looking over his shoulder.  He
gave a husky chuckle when Mikko groaned a response.

"Would you like to see more?"  Andrew continued to straddle the wooden
bench and then backed up, moving closer to the man who sat mesmerized,
watching his every move.  Mikko croaked an answer, his eyes never leaving
Andrew's hands and the way they continued to knead his own ass cheeks.
"What would you like to see?"  Andrew's voice had taken on a hypnotic
quality.  Andrew's butt was no more than a foot from Mikko's face.

"Your hole," came the murmured response.  "Show me your hole . . . please."
Andrew was beginning to breathe heavily, excited not only by what he was
doing, but by Mikko's reaction.  He bent forward slightly and spread his
ass cheeks wide with both hands.  He knew he was having an effect when
Mikko groaned.

"Touch it," Andrew ordered, with a hint of command in his voice.

"Yes sir," came the quick murmured response.  Mikko slowly reached up and
traced a forefinger around the edge of the pucker, centered in its light
halo of hair.  Mikko licked his finger and began running the moistened
finger firmly over the hole, teasing it and feeling the muscles of Andrew's
anus relax and contract in reaction to the touch of his finger.  At the
same time, he cupped Andrew's low-hung testicles with his free hand,
feeling their weight and moving them gently in their sac.

Suddenly Andrew straightened and stepped over the bench facing Mikko,
grinning when Mikko's eyes focused on his erection below its thick patch of
dark brown pubic hair.  It appeared as if Mikko was in a trance.  His only
movement was the constant massaging of his own cock through his shorts.

"Do you like this side as well as the back?"  Mikko licked his lips and
nodded, his eyes never leaving Andrew's erection.  Andrew moved slightly
closer.  The wide, flaring head of his erection was now less than an inch
from Mikko's mouth.  Still, Mikko did not move.  Andrew was determined to
get a reaction.  He moved his hips slightly forward, and dragged the head
of his erection with its prominent piss slit across Mikko's cheek, leaving
behind a glistening clear stream of precum.  He wiped the head of his cock
across Mikko's other cheek and then stopped immediately before the slightly
parted lips.  He could feel the warm breath each time Mikko exhaled.  Once,
twice.  The third breath was accompanied by a low moan and Mikko slowly
extended his tongue just enough to lap across the wide slit and the
dangling strand of precum.

Andrew bit his lip and tried not to move, entranced by Mikko's actions.
After only a few moments, Mikko quickly glanced up and saw Andrew's smile
of encouragement.  In one move he leaned forward and engulfed the head and
half the length of Andrew's penis in his warm mouth.

Andrew hissed an indrawn breath at the feeling of Mikko's tongue and throat
muscles milking his cock.  Mikko buried his face in Andrew's pubes and then
reached out and grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him close, barely
moving back and forth along the length of Andrew's dick, instead letting
his tongue and throat muscles do the work.

"Holy shit," Andrew hissed.  He knew he wouldn't last long with such expert
treatment.  This was wonderful, but he didn't want to shoot down Mikko's
throat, no matter how expertly he was being milked.  As his orgasm became
imminent, he put his hands on either side of Mikko's head and pulled him
away slightly.  A clear strand of pre cum connected his penis to Mikko's
slightly parted lips.  He watched as the clear thread drooped and then
broke, leaving a trail over Mikko's already wet chin.  Mikko extended his
tongue, intent on bringing Andrew to orgasm.

"Stop," he murmured.  "I want to watch it shoot into your mouth.  I love
seeing my sperm coat a guy's tongue."  Mikko gave a slight nod and then
opened his mouth and extended his tongue slightly, watching every move in
front of him.

Andrew began to slowly masturbate himself, resting the head of his cock on
Mikko's extended tongue.  He bent his knees slightly and thrust his hips
forward, gasping for breath as he stimulated himself.  As his orgasm
overtook him he abandoned himself to the feeling.  His fist stopped moving
the moment the first jet of sperm shot into Mikko's waiting mouth.  He
could hear Mikko's reflexive swallow as the sperm hit the back of his
throat.

The second shot coated Mikko's tongue and some escaped, drooling out the
side of his mouth and down his chin.  Finally, Andrew was totally spent.
He tilted Mikko's head back with a finger.

"Let me see my sperm in your mouth."  It was an order.  Mikko opened his
mouth wider and Andrew could see Mikko's tongue resting in a pearl-white
pool.  "Damn, that looks nice," he murmured, wiping his forefinger over
Mikko's lips and then moving inside Mikko's mouth.  He rubbed his finger
over Mikko's tongue and lips feeling his own cum before he gave the order.

"Swallow."  Mikko closed his mouth and swallowed loudly and then stood up,
taking Andrew by the shoulders and backing him against a wall of lockers.
Without a word he took hold of Andrew's head and began a passionate kiss.

"Taste your own sperm, hot man," he murmured before once again attacking
Andrew's mouth.  "The next time you taste your own sperm will be when you
lick my asshole clean after you've unloaded inside me."  Mikko didn't give
Andrew an opportunity to speak.  Between kisses he continued.

"You *are* going to fuck me, aren't you . . . Andrew?"  His voice was rough
with passion.  "You're going to fuck me hard and deep . . . just like I
like it."  Andrew groaned and felt himself begin to thicken, in response to
Mikko's words and the tongue fighting with his.  Mikko tenderly stroked
Andrew's penis, bringing it to another erection.  "I want to feel this long
cock slide into me and feel your weight on top of me as your cock pulses as
it pumps my butt hole full of your stuff."  He licked across Andrew's cheek
and then over his neck with a broad stroke of his tongue.  "Would you like
to fuck me, hot man?  Would you like to shoot such a big load into my hole
that it can't hold it all and your sperm drools out?"  Andrew groaned
louder.  "And, then you can lick my hole clean."

"God yes, Mikko.  I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," he breathed.
"I want to do everything with you."

"Good," Mikko purred as he unzipped his shorts and then dropped both them
and his tight underwear to the floor, urging Andrew to sit down on the
bench with a firm pressure on his shoulders.  "You can start by letting me
see *my* sperm coat *your* mouth."  He reached forward with his left
forefinger for Andrew to suck while he masturbated himself.  It didn't take
but a few strokes and he laid his cock head on Andrew's waiting tongue.

"Open wide, Andrew.  I'm going to shoot one of the biggest loads you've
ever eaten into your mouth."  Like Andrew had done before him, Mikko aimed
the head of his cock directly at Andrew's waiting mouth.  The orgasm was so
strong he had to reach out with one hand and brace himself against the
nearby lockers.


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Brett inhaled deeply as he entered the gymnastics training facility
thinking how much he loved the smell of a gym.  He always had, ever since
he was a child and his father had taken him to his gym for swimming lessons
and he had seen his first naked adult.

He didn't remember much about the man he had been staring at other than how
hairy he was, and the size of his cock.  He often smiled to himself when he
recalled his father sitting down next to him on one of the locker room
benches, and murmuring that he shouldn't stare.  He remembered looking up
at the smiling face of the man with all the hair and then looking away
quickly in embarrassment.

Then, he had turned toward his father and saw the he too had lots of hair
and was even bigger than the man he'd been staring at.  That had been the
first time his father had spoken about things sexual.

'I think of that first time in a locker room almost every time I come into
a gym,' Bret thought as he headed down the long ramp to the practice floor
to take up his usual position to watch the team practice.  He was hoping
that soon, Kerin would invite him to work out with him, and with Thian and
Adam.  He'd even begun toting along his gym bag so he would be prepared if
one of them asked, he would be ready.

He nodded a greeting to one of the coaches who recognized him from showing
up every day to watch the team, and climbed up a few rows of bleachers so
he could see better.

While he was waiting for the team to show up he sent a text message to
Leith.  "At gym.  U coming?"  Today was one of Leith's slow days and Brett
had suggested they watch the team practice together.

His phone beeped twice and the screen lit.  "On my way."

He turned to look over his shoulder, hoping Leith would arrive in time to
meet Adam or the twins.  It was by no means a sure thing that even *he*
would be seeing them.  They were often already on the floor when he
arrived, so he could do no more than wave a greeting.

A few moments later, Leith followed a couple members of the team into the
gym and stopped a moment, looking around to find Brett.  When he saw him,
he smiled and mouthed the word, "Wow," as he nodded slightly toward the
guys who were now in the bright lights shining over the practice floor.

Leith dropped his book bag with a thud on the bleachers and was stretching
when Adam and the twins came into the gym.  Adam saw Brett and called his
name and he and the twins walked over with broad smiles.  All three
casually examined Leith, who returned their scrutiny with a smile.

"Hey Brett!"  Adam was the first to reach him and patted him on the back.

"How's my favorite fan," Kerin asked, giving Brett a casual hug, followed
by Thian who shook his hand and looked toward Leith.

"Guys," Brett said, trying not to blush because of all the attention he was
receiving.  "This is my cousin, Leith."  He turned to Leith and then to
each of the gymnasts.  "Leith these are the guys I've been telling you
about.  This is Adam, and Kerin and his brother Thian."  Leith shook their
hands.

"Hey guys," Leith glanced at Brett.  "You three are all he talks about
since school started.  Every day at dinner he talks about what wonderful
athletes you are."  Once again he turned to Brett, reaching up to casually
rest a hand on his shoulder.

"I've never seen one of his routines, but from the number of ribbons and
things he's got in his room, he must be pretty good too."  Now, Brett
really was blushing.

"See, Brett," Kerin said, resting his hand on Brett's other shoulder, "I
bet you *could* show T and Adam and me a few things."  Kerin stooped low to
look in Brett's eyes.  "Why be embarrassed?  Someone must think you're
pretty good, otherwise you wouldn't have received any honors."  Leith heard
Kerin continue to speak as he and Adam moved closer to Brett.  Leith's
attention was drawn away when Thian moved to his side and sat down,
motioning for Leith to join him.

"So, you guys are cousins?"  Leith nodded, glancing to his right where he
saw Adam with an arm over Brett's shoulder as Kerin continued to talk and
make broad gestures with his arms.  It looked as if he were telling a joke.

Leith continued. "Yeah, my dad and I just moved here from Chicago and are
staying with Brett's family until our place is finished.  It'll only be a
few more days, then we can move in."  Kerin's voice got louder as he
approached the conclusion of his joke.  Both Leith and Thian glanced up at
his voice."  I'm hoping Brett will be able to move in with Dad and me.
We've gotten pretty close since I've been in town."  Leith bowed his head
slightly before glancing once again toward Brett.  "Things wouldn't seem
right if he weren't nearby."  There was a burst of laughter as Kerin
finished his joke.  Both Leith and Thian grinned as Kerin sat down close to
Brett, pleased with the reaction to his antics.

"He loves to joke around, especially when he's got a receptive audience,"
Thian murmured, nodding toward his brother.  "I know what you mean about
someone being pretty important.  Kerin and I have been inseparable all our
lives."  Leith watched as Thian looked toward his brother.  "I can't
imagine what life would be like without Kerin by my side every night."  He
blinked a couple times and then focused on Leith once again with a wry
smile.

"Sorry if I talk too much, Leith."

He made a small motion with his hand to let Thian know it wasn't a problem.
He glanced at Brett for a second and saw that Kerin and Adam had stood and
were preparing to leave.  "I know what you mean, Thian.  I feel the same
way about Brett."  He grinned slightly when Thian's eyes widened.  "Maybe
you guys can join us for dinner or something once we get moved in.  Since
I'm pretty new in town, I don't have a lot of friends yet."

Thian reached for Leith's hand as they both stood.  "It's been great
meeting you, Leith."  He flashed a bright smile as his pale brown eyes
twinkled.  "I'd like to think I've just made a good friend this afternoon.
I hope that's the way you'll think of me."  He squeezed Leith's hand
slightly and then moved off to join his brother and Adam as they walked out
to join their teammates.  Thian briefly put his arm around his brother's
shoulder and leaned close to say something.  Kerin glanced over his
shoulder and then laughed, bouncing a couple times on the balls of his feet
and then turning a cartwheel.  Adam watched in silence as the two brothers
teased one another.

"Damn, damn, damn," Leith moaned, propping himself up with his elbows and
stretching his tanned legs out in front of him as he leaned back on another
row of wooden bleachers.  When Brett gave him a puzzled look he continued.
"I had no idea what these guys were like, Brett.  "They're like a walking
sex advertisement.  They say a few words, and a person has an orgasm."
Leith shook his head in wonder.

Brett grinned.  "You too?"

"Damned right.  If I wasn't already in love with a gymnast, I think I'd
throw myself at one of these guys' feet and shout, 'Take me. I'm yours.''
He turned to Brett and they both burst out laughing.


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"You're in an especially good mood tonight."  Susan glanced at her
brother-in-law who was helping her clear the dining table.  Joel, Brett,
Leith, and Kent were still at the table while Brett and Leith finished
telling their story about the gymnastics practice earlier in the day.  Kent
quietly watched his brother and cousin, smiling but not making any comment.

Mikko stood nearby as Susan took dinner plates from him and loaded them
into the dishwasher.  They were separated from everyone else by the kitchen
island, so they were able to follow Brett and Leith's story as they worked.

"I guess I am," he said, responding to her question.  "I met a great guy a
couple days ago and today he showed me around his gym."  He patted his
stomach.  "I have to start doing *something* physical.  With all the great
meals you've been serving, if I don't watch out I won't be able to get into
my pants."

"How'd you meet this person?"  Susan gave him a distracted grin as she
turned toward the dining room to see if there was anything more that needed
to be placed in the dishwasher.  Mikko followed her gaze and noticed Joel
watching her and Mikko out of the corner of his eye.  Across the table,
Kent raised his glass to take a drink and studied his father over the rim.
Mikko frowned slightly wondering what was bothering his brother.

'I'm glad I'm about to get out of this place,' he thought, while Susan took
a stray plate Leith handed her.  'There are just too many little dramas
going on, and too many of them seem to involve me.'  Kent set his glass
down with a deliberate clink which seemed to refocus Joel's attention on
Brett's story.  Mikko shrugged to himself and turned back to Susan and his
story.

"Larry, the attorney from the office next door introduced us.  They're good
friends."  Mikko dried his hands on a towel Susan held out to him.

"You joined a gym, Dad?"  Leith and Brett turned to him as he came back
into the dining room and sat down while Susan stepped into the living room
to speak with her son, Glenn, about something he needed.

"Yeah, the gym's a nice one too.  It's got a great locker room."  Mikko
winked at his son and Brett, aware of how much they both liked locker
rooms.  Kent's eyes flicked from Mikko's wink to his brother and cousin,
and the back to Mikko.  "I'm told the workout equipment and pool are pretty
nice too."

"What's this person like that you've been introduced to?"  The tone of
Joel's voice confirmed that something was bothering him.  Mikko glanced at
his brother and then over his shoulder, thinking maybe Joel was sending
some sort of unspoken message with the tone of his voice to his wife and
Glenn.  The boys became silent, shifting their gaze from one man to the
other, waiting for something to happen.

"His name is Andrew."  Mikko lowered his voice and leaned closer to his
brother.

"Joel, is something wrong?  Suddenly, you're acting strangely."  Joel shook
his head but wouldn't meet his brother's eye.  Leith shrugged slightly when
Mikko shifted his gaze toward *him.* Brett sat stone-faced and Kent gave
him a tentative grin.  A slight raising of his eyebrows told Mikko he was
as puzzled by his father's behavior as everyone else.

Brett turned a concerned look on his father.  "Dad," he murmured, but was
ignored.  He frowned and jerked his chin up a big before retreating into
silence.  .

"Anyhow," Mikko said, watching his brother out of the corner of his eye as
he continued his story, trying to behave as if nothing was wrong.  "He's a
doctor, a psychiatrist actually, who works close to the building I'm in.
He's about our age.  Let's see."  He paused a moment, struck by a thought.

He studied his brother for a moment, hearing Susan continue to speak in the
background, and then cast a fleeting glace at his son and Brett before
leaning closer to his brother.  "I'm sorry, Joel.  I wasn't thinking."  He
heard Susan conclude her conversation with Glenn, telling him to, "behave
himself.," and then resumed his story. "I don't know a whole lot more about
him other than he has two sons who are going to the university."  Susan
joined them at the table.

"What were you guys talking about?"  She smiled and looked toward her
husband, and then Mikko.  He could tell she hadn't missed the tension or
the grim expressions of her oldest son.  Leith stepped in with a teasing
tone to his voice.

"Dad's been telling us about joining a gym."  Leith looked toward his
father who silently thanked him for trying to ease the tension.  "I'm glad
he did *something.* When you're as old as he is, your body goes to seed
really fast if you don't watch out."  Susan laughed as Mikko tried to
ruffle his son's hair.  No one other than Mikko and Kent seemed to notice
that Joel wasn't laughing.


~ to be continued ~


Thank you for taking the time to read my work.  I've been amazed at how
many of you have contacted me about 'Leith' and my other story, 'Phalen.'
I *always* welcome your email and enjoy hearing your thoughts.  If you
would like me to send a pic of the character(s), please ask.

I have three other stories you may want to read.  'Phalen', 'and 'Chris'
are located in the Nifty College Section.  The third story is called
'Wesley', and is located in the Adult Relationships section.  I hope you
enjoy them all.

Best wishes,

Roy Reinikainen
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