Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2013 09:14:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Kyle Bryson <bryson.kyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Step At A Time - 8

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I felt so much better after class.  Singing is a huge release for me and I
put my heart and soul into my solo.  It felt perfect and I saw a few of the
girls looking longingly at me, but I wasn't doing this for anyone but
myself.  I needed to succeed and give this my all for Joey.

I put my music back in my locker and Ryan approached me.  "I'm fine to
hang-out if you want.  Did you have lunch yet?"

"No," I answered.

"Wanna' go to Pita's?" he asked.

I smiled.  "Yeah, that sounds good."

We ordered our gyros and decided to share a side of hummus, sitting at the
table with our water... waiting for our food to be ready.

"So, you look like you've had a really heavy morning," Ryan said.

"How can you read me so well?" I asked smiling.

He shrugged.  "You don't really have a poker face," he said.  I knew he was
telling the truth on that one.

"I've been really stressed lately," I said, "so I made an appointment at
the student counseling center.  My first appointment was this morning."

---- 'ORDER 218 - TWO GYRO'S AND A SIDE OF HUMMUS.  ORDER 218!' ----

Ryan jumped up to get our food, grabbing napkins, forks and knives on the
way back.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem.  So - you had an appointment this morning... how did it go?"

"It was good, but" - I took a bite - "well, I think it answered a few
things for me," I said.

"Good.  I'm glad," Ryan said, obviously not wanting to push anything.

"There's a huge backstory," I said, "and I don't want to do anything to
cause us not to be friends, but I'm running from something and I'm not
exactly sure what it is."

Ryan swallowed what he'd been chewing and wiped his mouth.  "Ok... now I
CAN'T read what you're saying."

I recounted what happened at the counselor's office... trying to be quick
because I didn't want to lose it talking about Joey again, but that moment
had passed for the time being.

"I'm sorry about your brother," Ryan said.  He reached out and touched my
hand on the table, but withdrew it quickly so he could keep eating.

"Thank you.  You remind me so much of Taylor," I continued.  "And knowing
Joey would have liked you makes me like you even more."  I felt all gushy,
so I tried to make myself taller, pushing my shoulders back.  "I want to
kiss you," I said quietly, lowering my voice and leaning into the center of
the table.  "I want to hold you in bed.  I want to be next to you and
closer to you, but I don't know why... and I've never felt like this
before," I said.  "And I don't want to do this for the wrong reasons and I
know you're looking for something real and I don't know if that's me."  I
stopped talking and started eating again, recognizing that he and I were
setting a pattern for having these conversations while eating.

Ryan just looked at me.  His face was blank, but his eyes were wide and
alert.  "I don't know what to say," he replied and started eating again,
too.

I looked at him... really looked at him.  I looked at his hands.  Wide,
strong hands and wondered how they'd feel in mine... or against my
body... or what they'd look like against my skin.  I looked at his full
lips and thought of kissing him... wondering how it would feel to push my
face against his face - HIS face... and the realization that he is a man
made me smile.

"What?" he asked.

"You're a dude," I said, smiling.

"Uh - yeah," he said.

"And we could be dudes together."

"You're fuckin' nuts sometimes, you know that?" he asked, mocking me with a
tight smile on his full lips.

"What does it feel like?" I asked, leaning in again, keeping my voice down.
"What's it like to be with another guy?  I mean, who's in charge?  Who
takes control?"

"It just happens naturally," he answered, "and it feels just as natural."
He looked past me, out the window, obviously remembering someone or
something related to the conversation we were having.

"You don't want explore with me?" I asked.  It didn't sound quite right
when I said it, but I knew he got the meaning.

"Yes, I do... I'd love it," he said.  "But I want it to be
right... and... I can't believe I'm kinda' pushing you away," he continued
shaking his head, "because I think you could be exactly what I'm looking
for... but I don't think I'm what YOU are looking for."  Ryan turned his
eyes away from me then... looking down at his plate, pushing lettuce and
tzatziki sauce around with his fork.

"Could you be what I'm looking for just for right now?" I asked.

"What about tomorrow?  Or next week?  Or next year?" Ryan asked, looking
out the window again, not looking my way.  Suddenly, his face looked pained
and I wished I could take back what I'd proposed.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "This isn't fair to you and I think I'm not in a good
place to talk about this.  Ryan, look at me," I said, and his eyes met
mine.  "You are one of the best people I've met in a long time.  I'm not
the kind of person to hurt anyone - and I don't want to hurt you - but I
really feel drawn to you.  Maybe it's all the shit going on in my head, I
don't know.  So, how about this?  Don't forget this conversation - because
I meant every word I said... everything... but how about if we just take it
slower?  See where we are with this tomorrow?  Or the next day?  Or the
next?  You're not going anywhere.  I'm not going anywhere.  Neither of us
is attached, so we just see where it goes... how's that sound?"

He smiled at me.  "That sounds good.  And I'm glad I haven't pushed you
away," he said.

"Dude - far from it.  I think you're helping me stay sane!"  We finished
eating and left separately.

I called Ryan that night and we talked about simple stuff... classes and
music, where we grew up and what our parents did for a living.  We talked
about what we liked to do for vacations and how much money was enough to
live on.  Ryan and I talked every night that week and texted each other
during the day... jokes and stupid things our professors would say.  He
sent me a cell phone pic of a girl walking in front of him in the library
whose skirt was so short that her panties were showing... and I sent him a
pic of a guy I thought he'd find attractive with the caption "YOUR NEW
BOYFRIEND."

By Friday morning I was feeling so much better, but was also feeling really
horny because I hadn't jacked-off all week.  I had dreamed about Ryan
several times since we had lunch - once about us being in bed naked
together before my mom walked in and caught us!  I knew there was some
weird and freaky meaning to that one, but I didn't want to find out what it
meant!  I sent him a text mid-morning on Friday and asked if we could
hang-out after I got off work at Joe's.  I was only working until 9
tonight, so it would be early enough.  In the back of my mind I was
planning to put some moves on him... maybe even kiss him.  If he wanted to
go further after that then we'd go further... but I was going to be totally
open and would go with the flow.

By 2:30 I still hadn't heard from him about hanging-out tonight, and when I
called him again just before my shift started, there was still no answer.
I was a little worried, but figured something had come up and I'd hear from
him tomorrow, my hopes for a hot evening with him in the shitter.  My shift
ended and I headed for my locker - almost $900 in my apron with most of it
from three tables of guys here on vacation, guys who were ready to see some
college ass and willing to pay for the flirting that accompanied my ass
show.  I checked my phone and saw that Ryan had sent a text at 3:18.  "Sure
- come over when you're done."  I got excited - my dick plumping up - and
wanted to take a quick shower before heading over there.

I put my apron in my locker, grabbed my shower gear and took a 5 minute
shower, making sure to wash my ass and cock thoroughly.  Two other waiters
entered while I was showering and looked at my almost hard cock the entire
time.  "Just excited about my evening plans, guys," I said and they both
laughed, with one saying, "I wish I was your evening plans."  He was great
looking, but was nothing compared to Ryan.

I rinsed, dried off and dressed in a flash, eager to get to Ryan's house.
I was still unsure of what I would do with him, but very proud of myself
for being ready to take this leap.  I pulled into his driveway and noticed
that the lights weren't on in the front of the house.  No doubt he was
sitting by the pool because it was a really nice warm night, so I decided
to find him out back.  I went through the gate at the side of the house and
made as little noise as I could.  I didn't want to scare him TOO much, but
I wanted to be able to be the big-guy if I wanted to.

The screen door was unlocked, but Ryan wasn't outside.  The sliding glass
doors leading into the house were open, but there was only one light on in
the kitchen and a bit of light in his bedroom.  'He must have fallen asleep
waiting for me,' I thought and decided it would be perfect for me to crawl
into bed next to him, sliding right up next to his warm body.

I crept into the house and stripped down to my jock strap, my cock
straining at the thought of his naked body against mine.  It sounded like
the radio or TV was on in his room, so I knew he must have fallen asleep.
I got to his bedroom door and pushed it open... and saw him and another guy
in an embrace.  Both had their shirts off, but were still wearing their
shorts.  The other guy's back was to the door, so Ryan was facing the door
when it opened.  When his eyes met mine he froze.  I crept backward without
a word and went back to the kitchen, knowing I needed to get dressed and
get out of there.  I heard commotion in the bedroom behind me, but I ran
out the backdoor after pulling my gym shorts on.  My shirt and shoes were
in my hands and weren't important at that moment.

I didn't look back and didn't wait... fully expecting that Ryan would
continue his sexual activity and would have been embarrassed that I'd seen
him.  I got 5 minutes away from his house and my phone stared ringing.  It
was Ryan.

"Hey," I answered.

"Hey," he said.  "Ummm...."

"I shouldn't have come in unannounced," I interrupted.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I'm on my way home," I said.  I was glad he couldn't see my non-poker face
at this moment because he'd know I was upset.

"I'm sorry," Ryan started.  "I didn't hear from you, so I didn't think you
were coming over."

"I was working," I said.

"Oh - yeah... no cell phones, I completely forgot.  I'm sorry we didn't
talk earlier."

"No problem, dude.  I'll let you go.  You have company."

Ryan cleared his throat.  "No, it's ok.  It was nothing."

"No worries," I said.  "Have a good night."  I hung up, then turned my
phone off.

I yelled, growled like a caveman and screamed "FUCK" at every object in my
field of vision.  How could I be so fucking stupid?  And to think I was
going to give him THIS tonight?  Give him ME?  Fuck that... and fuck him.
No, NOT fuck him.  He can't have me now.  And I thought he wanted me!?
Well, fuck him.  I needed to let off some steam.  I wanted to punch
someone, THEN fuck the fuck out of someone... anyone, anything... just
fucking hurt the fuck out of something.  It was only 9:50 and I started
trying to think of somewhere I could get rid of this energy.

I knew the campus gym was still open since it was Friday night, so I
figured I'd get in a work out or something.  I pulled into the parking lot
a few minutes after 10, put my tennis shoes and shirt back on and stormed
into the gymnasium.  A group of guys were in the middle of the basketball
court being divided into teams and I yelled out that I wanted in.  A tall
black guy called me for his team - skins - and I took my shirt off and
threw it to the side.

"I'm 'Dayvon,'" he said extending his hand.  I shook it hard and gave him
my name.  "You any good?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "and tonight I'm fuckin' mad, so I've got energy to
spare."

He smiled.  "Good.  You're starting then."

Our team started with the ball and I quickly established myself as one of
the players to watch out for.  When the other team started blocking my way
to make shots, I just used my passing skills to give my teammates the ball,
thereby showing that I could just as easily switch and be a player who
could assist.  By the end of the first half, I had about 24 points and at
least 10 assists and my teammates were all trying to figure out who I was
and where I'd come from.

I was sweating like a motherfucker and was so glad I'd worn a loose jock
strap because I knew my cock was bulging from the front of my shorts.  With
all the girls watching I just knew I'd get some pussy before the night was
finished.

Though we weren't playing a true regulation game, we did take a brief break
before starting the second half and I figured it was only fair to give
other guys some game time.  Within a few minutes, the other team was
working hard to gain ground, so Dayvon asked me to go back in to play and I
did, making 8 baskets in quick order.  When the game was finished, the
"skins" had won by 27 points and my sweat-soaked shorts were clinging to my
ass and hugging my cock.  I wasn't in the mood for small talk, but stayed
around for a few minutes telling the guys that I was actually on the
wrestling team, but needed to release some energy for the night.

It was almost 11 pm and I decided I'd head home since none of the chicks
approached me and none really caught my eye anyway.  I was emotionally
spent, but felt like I was still wound-up so tight that I wouldn't be able
to sleep.  I rolled the windows down and cranked up the music, allowing the
warm breeze to whisk the sweat off my shirtless body and cool me down
slowly.  By the time I turned onto my street, I'd calmed down and cooled
down considerably.

I pulled into my driveway and noticed Ryan's SUV parked on the street
between our house and Greg's and, as I got out of my car, Ryan got out of
his SUV and started walking toward me.

I started walking inside away from him.  "Go home, Ryan," I said over my
shoulder.

"Please, Marc.  Wait a minute."

I stopped and turned around.  The street lights were casting shadows on
both of us and I knew he'd be able to see that my shorts were wet and
clinging to my body.  In fact, I saw his eyes quickly scan my body as he
approached me closer.  Good - let him see what he missed tonight!

"What did you expect?" Ryan asked me.

"What do you mean?"  I wasn't planning to let him get out of it easily.

He sighed.  "You and I aren't lovers or anything, y'know!"

"I know," I said, fully aware that he'd be able to read my emotions if I
said too much.

"But you came into my house wearing only a jockstrap?  What was that?" he
asked.

"I was going to surprise you," I said.  It seemed like a reasonable
explanation.

He looked down at the driveway.  "That would have been a good surprise," he
said softly.

I didn't know what to do.  I was on fire inside... part of me wanting to
tell him to just go the fuck away, another part of me wanting to hold him
and kiss him and another - almost stronger - part of me wanting to fuck his
ass raw until blood and cum was running down his legs.  I just looked at
him and he finally looked up at me.

"What?" he asked.

"What?" I asked him back.

"Say something," he said.  "Anything... just say something to me."

I walked up to him... standing within a foot of him.  "I wanted you
tonight... and I was willing to give it a try," I said quietly.  "Maybe I
should have talked to you about it first, but it's been building inside me
all week and I thought... well, I thought tonight would be the night.  But
you're right.  You don't owe me anything," I continued, "and it just wasn't
meant to be."  I took a couple of steps backward.  "It doesn't change our
friendship - and I really want you to be happy, Ryan... I do... so if
you're happy with that guy then that's who you need to be with."

Ryan stepped forward and closed the gap between us.  I looked around to
make sure no one was watching or listening to us.  The last thing I needed
was to have to explain this whole fucking thing to my roommates.

"He was just someone who was there," Ryan said.  "Someone to get off with,
maybe, but he left right after you did.  Nothing even happened after that."

"You said that's not what you want - someone to just get-off with," I said
softly, but strongly.  "You flat-out told me you were looking for something
meaningful with someone you could count on." I was getting mad again.

He put his hand out to touch my chest and I flinched, but I couldn't get my
feet to move to take a step back.  Fact is, I wanted him to touch me and
when his fingers touched my bare chest it felt like a hot poker on my skin.
My breathing immediately picked-up and the blood rushed to my head, my
heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I put my hand over his on my chest and enjoyed the feeling of a part of his
body against mine.  "I know we're just friends, but I'm tired, Ryan.  My
head is tired and my heart is tired," I said.  Now I was able to take a
step backward.

"How about you come back to my place," he suggested.

It wasn't late - only about 11:30 - but I was exhausted.  "Not tonight," I
said, "but you're welcome to stay here if you want."

He stood there thinking for a minute.  "Is my car ok on the street?" he
asked.

"Yeah," I told him.  I was sure it would be fine.

Ryan went to his car, opened the back door and grabbed a gym bag.  "I'm
always prepared," he said smiling.

We entered the house with Cam and Bry watching the end of a movie on the
couch... Bry's girlfriend between them.  They looked up and waved, but I
didn't want to interrupt their movie and whispered for Ryan to follow me.
Once in my bedroom, I closed the door behind me.

"So - there's the futon," I said.  "You can sleep there and I'll sleep in
my bed."  I headed to the bathroom to get sheets from the linen closet and
brought them out, throwing them on the futon.  "Here's some sheets.  I need
to get a shower, but I'll be out soon."

I didn't wait for him to say anything.  I kicked my shoes off and pushed
them under my bed then went into the bathroom.  I felt defeated and just
wanted to wash the funk off my body and go to bed.  It felt like we were
having a sleep-over or something, but I sure as fuck wasn't planning on
staying up to tell ghost stories or make s'mores.  Turning the shower on, I
stripped my socks, shorts and jock off and looked at my body in the mirror.
I was looking cut-up for sure!  My cock definitely needed some attention,
but I'd get to that another time.

The shower spray felt good and I let it coat my hair and body, washing the
sweat off and letting it relax my muscles.  I stood there for a while -
just listening to the water splash around my feet in my double-wide tub and
started stretching my neck, shoulders, back and legs.

"Can I come in?" I heard Ryan ask from the door.

"Yeah," I said.

I knew he'd be able to see most of the outline of my body through the
shower curtain, but I didn't care.  I looked through and saw that he was
sitting on the toilet seat... looking at me while I showered.  I hadn't
even started washing yet, so I got shampoo and started working it into my
hair... gently massaging my scalp, then rinsing my hair.  When I opened my
eyes, Ryan was standing... halfway to the shower and a thrill of excitement
ran through me.

"Did you lock my bedroom door?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.  His voice was quiet - almost breathy.

I soaped up my face and rinsed, wiping the water from my eyes so I could
look to see what he was doing.  When I looked out again, I could see that
Ryan had removed his shirt and was now pulling his shorts down.  Fuck
it... I'd already made the first move today.  If he wanted to put himself
out there, then let's see what he does.  I watched as he went to the end of
the bathtub, pulled the shower curtain back and looked in at me.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

I nodded and moved aside to allow him to get under the water.  There was
plenty of room, so we didn't touch when he passed me to get to the water,
but he stayed facing me... pushing his head and back under the water and
smoothing his hair out of his face with his hands.  This was my first
chance to see Ryan naked and I scanned the front of his body... enjoying
the way the water combed through the hair on his chest, trickled over his
abs and found it's way to his legs by way of his cock.  His cock was almost
fully hard - probably 7 inches - and when I looked at it, he made it jump -
surprising me and causing me to laugh.

I looked at his face and he was looking at mine... smiling, his white teeth
set against his smooth tan skin.  I grabbed the shampoo, squirted some into
my hands and rubbed them together.

"Let me wash your hair," I said, and he turned around - his ass now facing
me, the dark brown hairs slick against his ass and legs.  I reached up into
his scalp, but kept my body away from him - reaching out with my
arms... careful not to brush my throbbing cock against his ass.  He moaned
and leaned back into my hands and it felt good to touch him this way.  I
continued massaging his scalp under my fingers and finally pushed his head
back under the shower... rinsing the soap and running my hands through his
hair.

He turned around and smiled at me.  "That felt good," he said, and the
dimples on his cheeks made me smile.  I leaned into his face... ready to
kiss him... "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me.  I leaned in
further, touching my lips to his... just to see what it felt like, and
pulled back - looking into his face.  He opened his eyes and smiled, then
leaned into me and kissed me back.

I put one hand in his hair and another around his waist, pulling him
against me - another man's cock touching mine for the first time.  I broke
the kiss and looked down because I wanted to see what they'd look like next
to each other and loved the feeling of Ryan pressed against me.  I was
leaking precum and so was he... and I hadn't thought of another guy's
fluids being on me or near me before, but I wasn't bothered by it at all.

I pulled back.  "I need to wash off," I said grabbing the body wash and
sponge.

"Let me do it," he said, taking them from my hands.  He put a lot of soap
on the sponge, turned me around by my shoulders and started washing my
shoulders and back.  I could feel the bubbles running down my spine into my
ass crack and I thought of his tongue again... and wanted to taste his
tongue.

"Hurry," I said, ready for him to wash me so I could return the favor.

"Be patient," he cooed and I willed myself to relax and enjoy it.  I was
thrilled and scared all at the same time.  Feeling Ryan's hands rub the
soap into my back was wonderful... then he moved the sponge down to my ass
and rubbed soap on both my ass cheeks before working his way to my legs.
He soaped the back of my legs then stood up and turned me around, and
started washing my chest.

I looked in him the eyes and smiled... still scared and feeling stiff.
"Relax," he said.  "It's just a shower."

'It's just a shower,' I told myself.  'It's just a shower.  It's just a
shower.'

Ryan moved the sponge over my pecs and down my arms... then he lifted my
arms and soaped my pits, the bubbles running down the sides of my body.  He
moved to my abs and the whole time I wanted to scream out because he was
taking his damn time getting to my cock... and he'd totally bypassed my
asshole.  I leaned my head back and let him take his time... moving the
soap to my cock, then dropping the sponge and using his hands.  I opened my
eyes and saw him kneeling in front of me... the water hitting the top of
his head and splashing lightly on my abs while he cupped my balls in his
hands... gently massaging and cleaning me.  He pushed his hands through my
legs and I spread them wider to give him access to my ass while he gently
rubbed his fingers around my hole, cleaning the sweat from around me.  I
felt like I was on fire and my cock was straining for release.

He grabbed the sponge and stuck it under the water, rinsing it and getting
it ready for reuse, then stood and traded places with me as he pushed me
into the water to rinse off.  I kept my eyes on him the whole time and he
watched the water washing over me, feasting on my body with his eyes and it
felt great to know he was enjoying me.  Now, it was my turn.

I took the sponge from him and put a lot of body wash on it, then wet it
gently. I started with his chest, since he was facing me, and washed him
quickly... anxious to get to his cock and ass.  He let me rush it, moaning
the entire time and obviously enjoying it despite my quick page and eager
movements.  After I'd finished with his upper body, I dove right in for his
cock... feeling another man's cock in my hands for the first time.
Carefully reviewing the veins and the way his skin moved differently from
mine.  We were both circumcised, and his scar was barely
imperceptible... just like mine.  His cockhead was darker, but only in that
it was redder... and definitely more plump.  I washed his legs with one
hand and kept moving the other hand around his balls and around his cock.
I eventually remembered that I needed to wash his back, so I turned him
around and reached up to wash his back, having to stand to reach his
shoulders.  But once I got
 his back washed, I went back to my knees and worked on lathering his
ass... pulling his ass cheeks apart and working my fingers around the hair
and his hole.

I stood and grabbed the showerhead from the wall, ready to rinse him, and
let the water run over him as I moved my hand around his body to remove the
soap.  When I finished, I put the showerhead back in the cradle and he
caught me from behind... kissing my shoulders and rubbing his erection
against my ass - the head of it pressing hard against my lower back.

I leaned into Ryan and turned my head, hoping he'd find my mouth with his
and he did... and for the first time, I felt another man's tongue in my
mouth... felt his stubble scratch my chin and rub against my lips.  He
mumbled something into my mouth, but I didn't understand it and didn't want
to break the kiss to ask him what he said.  Instead, I turned around and
pressed my body against his again, pressing my hips hard against his -
grinding our cocks against each others' pubic hairs and appreciating the
friction and feelings running through me.

I felt him shudder against me and thought he was probably cold because he
wasn't in the shower as much as I was.  "Let's get out," I said, almost out
of breath, and he nodded.  I turned the shower off and stepped out, getting
two towels from the closet and handing one to Ryan.  It was obvious he was
as ready as I was to get to the bedroom, so we both dried quickly - meeting
each other's eyes, but not saying anything.

"I don't know what to do," I said as we walked into my bedroom.

"Let's just lay together," he suggested, so I turned off the bathroom and
bedroom lights while he climbed into my bed, lying on his back.  I turned
the dim lamp on beside the bed and crawled in after him, deciding that I
would snuggle against him... to see how it felt to be vulnerable with Ryan.
He was content to let me lay on his chest, but not for long and quickly
moved his arm out from under my head so he could lay on his side and face
me.  He pushed his leg in between mine and I wrapped my leg over his -
allowing him to press his leg between my legs, his knee near my asshole.

We were actually warm from the shower, and would have cooled down quickly
if not for the passion that was still igniting between us.  As I rubbed his
body, enjoying the feeling of another man's hairy body, I grazed his cock
several times, then wrapped my hand around it... enjoying the
warmth... feeling his pulse course through his erection.  We continued like
that - moving against each other - wordless, moving our hands over our
bodies... exploring the parts we could reach and staying in contact with
each other.

"Marc?" Ryan said.

"Hmmm..."

"Can we just do this?  I mean, can we go to sleep like this, but nothing
else tonight?"  Ryan was whispering, and I could tell he was nervous too.

"Yeah.  I'd like that," I said.  I rolled over to turn out the light and he
rolled over on his side.  As I lay back down, Ryan scooted back against me
- his warm ass pressed against my throbbing cock.  I instinctively put my
hand on his hip and started rubbing his leg and he reached back to do the
same with me.  Time stood still and we stayed like that until we fell
asleep.

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me a note.  In addition, if you'd like to read some of my other stories,
the links are below:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/yard-work/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/one-step-at-a-time/