Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 13:36:32 -0700
From: Matti Kirjailija <matti_kirjailija@me.com>
Subject: Hayden - chapter one - Gay incest section (New story)

Hayden

Chapter one

By Matti Kirjailija


	Nelson McCarthy hitched one leg over the arm of an easy chair
occupying a corner of the bedroom, while balancing his laptop computer.  He
opened the lid and frowned.  An icon labeled "ManCams," floated serenely in
the middle of his computer screen, an open invitation, and a strange one.
'How'd this get onto my computer?' he asked himself, his brows drawing down
into a frown.  'I've never visited this site, and if I had, I certainly
wouldn't leave the address in the middle of my desktop.'

	Nelson glanced over his shoulder, at the closed office door.  His
wife, Nancy, was at work, as usual.  She'd recently gotten the promotion
she'd desperately wanted, and now spent almost every waking moment proving
to the "big bosses," that they hadn't made a mistake.  His son, Hayden, was
locked away in his own room, presumably immersed in some computer game,
though it was strange for him to be so quiet.

	'I'm free,' Nelson thought, 'to masturbate.  I might as well watch
someone show off.'  He clicked on the website, feeling the familiar surge
of excitement course through his body.  'I wish I had the nerve these guys
have,' he thought, as he stood and stripped, tossing his jock and running
shorts aside.  He thought back to his high school and college days, when
one of his favorite things to do was to stand in the showers, leisurely
soaping himself up, displaying himself to anyone who wanted to watch.  His
cock thickened at the thought, and was brought to a full erection when his
computer screen flashed the name of the site then immediately switched to a
webcam closeup of a guy slowly stroking his cock.

	The man . . . no, the teenager's room, was dimly lit.  Posters were
barely visible on the wall at the far side of the room.  'Just like
Hayden's room,' Nelson thought, spreading his legs wide and throwing one
over the arm of the chair, wondering what the guy on the webcam must be
thinking, showing himself to anyone in the world.  'No wonder he's so hard.
Just the thought of doing what the young guy on the screen was doing was
almost enough to send Nelson over the edge.

	'Damn,' he thought, as he began to slowly stimulate himself with
one hand while trying to balance the computer on the other arm of the
chair.  'This kid's great.'

	The young man stood, and was now showing a profile of his admirable
erection.  The thick cock stuck out from a dense dark blond pubic bush.
The head overhung the shaft, 'just like mine,' Nelson thought, scooting
forward on the chair so he could tease his asshole at the same time he
masturbated, watching the show unfold on is computer screen.

	The boy was slender, but not overly so.  The muscles of his butt
cheeks tightened and relaxed, accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing.
"Y'like what you see?" the young man asked his audience in a slightly
breathless voice.  "Wanna see more?"  He turned from side to side, causing
his erection to sway.  "Well," he said, amusement coloring his hushed
voice.  "I'm here to please."

	Nelson frowned, momentarily pausing his own sexual stimulation.
"There's something . . ." the thought seemed to hang in front of him like
an insubstantial fog.  He shook his head and returned his attention to the
screen as the young man who wished to, "please," adjusted his desk lamp and
turned his back to the camera.  He leaned forward slightly and reached
back, spreading those smooth ass cheeks wide.

	"He's fuckin' gorgeous!" Nelson murmured in appreciation of the
young man who had backed close to the camera, so his viewers could get a
better view of his hole.  'Hardly a hair in sight!'  Nelson squeezed his
cock and smeared his pre-cum over the shaft, completely caught up in the
show.  He could see the boy's smooth nuts between his legs, and the heavy
erection which seemed to be oozing a continuous steam of pre-cum.  'Lots of
juice,' Nelson mused, 'just like mine.'  He took a breath made ragged by
his building excitement.

	"Y'like my boy-hole?" the kid asked his audience.  He massaged the
pink pucker with a forefinger, then slowly inserted the finger to the
second knuckle and began fingering himself.  "Y'wish you were fuckin' me?"
he continued, in a hypnotic voice, "shooting your . . . sperm . . . up
inside me?"  The simple word, sperm, took on a nastiness, Nelson had only
dreamt of, coming from the young man.

	"Oh yeah," Nelson groaned, imitating the young man as he fingered
his own hairless hole.  "What about you fucking me, kid?  How'd you like to
dump your load up my hole?"  he asked the image on the screen, and shivered
in excitement at the thought of the young man's weight on top of him as he
was stretched by the beautiful penis.

	"Show us your face, kid!" he huffed.  "I'll bet you've got a face
as sexy as that cock and hole of yours."

	The boy turned around and sat, facing the camera, still not showing
his face.  He spread his legs wide as he scooted forward, to the edge of
his desk chair, and rested his heels on the edge of his desk, beginning to
masturbating himself with slow, deliberate, strokes, toying with his own
hole.  'Just like I am,' Nelson thought.  'This is so fucking' hot . . ."
His asshole twitched, imagining being invaded by the young man.  'What
would it be like to kiss someone his age?' Nelson asked himself.  'I wonder
how sweet his spunk is?'

	"I'm 'bout ready to shoot a sweet load, just for you," the young
man said, as if finishing Nelson's thought.  "Y'wanna shoot with me, Dad?"
the boy asked.  Nelson's eyes widened.

	'There's something . . . familiar . . ."

	The sound of a passing car with its radio broadcasting a song to
the entire neighborhood intruded on the quiet of the room.  And, on the
computer, the same song.  "What the fuck?" Nelson asked, aloud, his
impending orgasm forgotten.

	"C'mon, Dad," the young man continued, as the sound of the song
fading into the distance.  "You like looking at your boy, don't you?" he
asked, as his butt cheeks tightened, thrusting his hips forward.  He loudly
groaned, gave his cock two more slow strokes, then stopped, as a thick
strand of sperm shot out and splashed onto his chest, leaving a white trail
which was immediately joined by two more.

	"That's Hayden!" Nelson cried.  He barely remembered to grab his
computer, from the arm of the chair, as he stood.  "I've been watching my
own son masturbate!"  He turned away from the screen and raked his fingers
through his hair, suddenly unwilling to watch the young man, smear his
boy-cum over his chest.

	"How was that?" the voice came, from the computer.  "I hope you
liked it, Dad."  A moment later, the webcam flicked off, returning the
website to the home page, showing thumbnail images of the other guys who
were online, asking for someone to watch them.

	"Hayden was beating off, online . . . for the whole friggin' world
to see!"  Unthinking anger washed over him.  The question of, 'what was he
thinking?' slowly morphed into the thought of, 'what a sexy young man, I've
got for a son.'  Nelson glanced back to the computer, as if, somehow, act
two would soon follow the performance he'd just witnessed.  All he saw
though, was his screensaver, a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors echoing
the turmoil of his thoughts.

	'How can I blame him for wanting to show off, when I did the same
thing when I was in school?'  Nelson grimaced.  'Well, not exactly the same
thing.  I never backed my asshole up to a camera or shot my sperm in front
of anyone, even though I wanted to."  He vigorously rubbed his face.  "I've
been watching my own son . . ."  The thought repeated.  "And, I was about
to shoot, I was so turned on."  He crossed the room then turned back.
'What is it about what just happened that's so exciting?' he asked himself,
guiltily glancing in the direction of his son's room, then back to the
computer screen, now dark.

	'First . . .'  He paused, trying to order his thoughts.  'I was
primarily turned on by the fact that someone was as excited by showing
themselves off as I used to be.'  He rubbed the back of his neck.  'Am I
still an exhibitionist?'  It only took a moment's thought for him to admit
to himself that once an exhibitionist, always an exhibitionist.  'I'm also
a voyeur,' he added, 'though I always knew that.'  Another pause, this time
longer.  'But my own son?'

	"Damn, he was sexy!" Nelson muttered, looking down at his cock,
which had begun to thicken as he recalled Hayden's spread legs, thick cock,
and pink hole.  "But, he's in high school!  How much can he know about sex?
He mentioned, Dad, just before he shot, then again, afterward, asking if I
liked what I'd just seen.  Hell, who wouldn't?"  Nelson's gaze shifted from
his growing erection to the dark computer screen.  "I wonder if the words
were meant for me.  He couldn't possibly know that I would be watching
. . . could he?"  Nelson looked in the direction of his son's bedroom.  'I
could knock on his door and ask him.'

	'Just how did that site get onto my computer?  And . . . how did it
automatically show Hayden's . . . performance?  It doesn't normally do
that, does it?'  He sank onto the edge of the bed and absently toyed with
his cock as the questions continued to drift through his mind.  'How long
has he been doing this?  Has he,' Nelson swallowed, 'done something, with
someone he met through the site?  Geez, I hope not.  Did he . . . somehow
. . . put that site onto my computer?  And . . . if he did, does that mean
that he intended for me to see him?  What is the message he intended to
send?  And, was it the same one I received?'

	Nelson chewed on his lower lip, unsure what to do, but certain that
he had to do something.  'I can't just knock on his bedroom door and start
making demands.  He'll think I'm angry.  I'm not.'  He thought a moment
longer.  'I'm turned on, that's what I am.  I'm excited as hell, by the
idea of watching my exhibitionist son masturbate.'  Nelson groaned.  'I
wish I were with him, showing him my stuff at the same time he showed me
his.'  Nelson closed his eyes, unsure whether he was ready to admit the
truth.  "Aw, geez," he finally groaned.  "I want to have sex with my son!"

	He took a halting breath, overwhelmed by the admission, and flung
himself onto his bed, the cool breeze of the ceiling fan caressing his bare
back and buttocks.  'I never thought I'd want to play with someone younger
than me, much less, my own son!  I always thought Hayden was cute, but any
father would think the same thing of his son.  Now, I think of him as sexy.
I want to bury my face in his spread cheeks.  I want to suck him, and taste
his sperm.  I want to kiss him, and . . . I want him to do the same things
to me.'

	He began to hump the bed, imagining what could happen if he let his
son know his attempt at being seen had been successful.  'Hayden's
apparently taken the first step.  It's up to me to do something in
response.'  In his mind's eye he saw himself laying on his back.  Hayden
stood over him, his erection standing proudly in front of his body.  He
could see the clear strand of pre-cum dangling from his son's cock, a
moment before the young man slowly squatted and sat on his face.

	"Shit!" he said aloud.  'If I don't do something now, I never will.
I'll think of a hundred reasons why I shouldn't.  I know it's my dick
talking, but I don't fuckin' care.  I want Hayden to know that I've seen
him, and that I think he's fuckin' gorgeous.'  He rolled off the bed and
quickly crossed to his dresser and picked up his phone.

	'I'll text him,' he decided, then grimaced.  "Coward!"  He shook
his head, banishing the thought that he should face his son, then turned on
the phone.  'I just can't blithely knock on his door and offer to suck him
dry.'  He thought a moment, composing his brief message.

	"Hot show on the webcam, Hayden.  I didn't know my son was such a
stud.  Dad."  He stared at the words, knowing that if he pressed the send
button, his life would forever change.  He swallowed his indecisiveness,
then pushed the button and sank to the edge of the bed, awaiting whatever
would happen.


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	The night was absolute hell, wondering what his son thought of the
text message.  'Maybe he didn't place the site on my computer.  But, if he
didn't, who did?  I'm sure Nancy wouldn't have done it.  She's so much of a
technophobe I'm surprised she'll even use a computer.  She's not going to
touch mine.'  He tossed and turned, and finally fell asleep, to visions of
his son's smiling face, his cock, and watching as his boy spread his own
sperm over his chest, asking if he'd liked the show.'

	When he woke his wife had already left for work.  'Doesn't matter
that it's Friday,' he thought, as he stumbled to the bathroom to shower and
shave, preparing to go to work.  Hayden would be doing the same thing,
getting ready for school.  He was rummaging in the closet, debating on
whether to stay home, when his phone beeped, telling him he'd received a
message.

	"Can you and I stay home today?" signed, "H."

	"You bet," he responded.  "I'll make the arrangements."

	After calling his office and Hayden's school, explaining that his
son wouldn't be at school today, he went about preparing breakfast,
thankful, for once, that Nancy wasn't home.  'I hope this isn't too rough
on either of us,' he told himself.  He looked up at a slight noise then set
the open newspaper on the table.

	"Good morning!" he smiled, trying to keep any worry out of his
voice.  "Sleep well?" he asked, pouring his son a glass of orange juice.
Hayden shook his bowed head.

	"Has Mother left for work yet," the young man asked, in a voice
which cracked with suppressed emotion.

	"Yes," Nelson managed to say.  He stood, not sure what to do.
Before he could say anything more, Hayden rushed to him and enveloped him
in an emotional embrace as he buried his face against his father's chest
and sobbed, muttering incoherently about being sorry, and not thinking
before acting.  He tenderly rubbed his son's back, wondering when the last
time was that he'd held his boy, like this.

	When the sobbing had subsided to some sniffles and ragged
breathing, Nelson tenderly guided the boy to a seat at the kitchen table
and offered him a handkerchief with instructions to wipe his eyes then blow
his nose.  "I'm sorry," the boy mumbled, refusing to met his father's eyes.
He'd stopped crying, but his lower lip continued to tremble.

	"For what?" Nelson asked, scooting his chair close and resting what
he hoped was a comforting arm across his son's shoulders.

	"F . . . for . . . not . . . not being the son . . . you expected,"
Hayden mumbled, looking anyplace but at his father.

	"What!?"  Nelson scooted around to face his son, and took his
unresisting hand.  "You mean because of the webcam show, yesterday?"  He
linked fingers with the young man's.  Hayden nodded once, then blew his
nose a second time and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, looking
like a boy much younger.

	"Listen, Hayden," Nelson tried to choose his words carefully.  "I
am not upset with you.  I am not disappointed.  What I was, and still am,
was turned on, to the max.  Like I said in my text message, I never
realized my boy was such a stud."  He was rewarded with a tremulous smile,
and another sniff.

	"What do you think I did when I realized the sexy guy I was
watching on the computer was you?"  Hayden shrugged.  "I stripped off, and
masturbated."  Nelson decided to stretch the truth, 'for a good cause,' he
told himself.  "Hell, I blew my load at the same time you shot yours, and a
most impressive load yours was, too.  Like I said, you're a top-of-the-line
stud.  You're also drop-dead gorgeous, and, best of all, you're my son, and
I love you more than you can possibly imagine.  Now," he tilted Hayden's
head up, with a finger beneath his chin.  "Does that sound like I'm upset
with you, about your show, or anything else, for that matter?

	"You actually watched me?  For real?" the young man asked, his red
rimmed eyes widening.  "You beat off?  You were excited seeing me
. . . like that?"

	"Damn right I enjoyed seeing you.  I haven't shot such a good load
in ages," Nelson laughed.  "Now that your mother's got her new job, she and
I . . . "  Hayden made a face, telling his father exactly what he thought
of having sex with a woman.

	"You're gay too?" he asked his father.  "Even though you're
married, and stuff?

	"I like guys, yes.  I also like being with your mother.  I haven't
done anything with another guy since I got married, but I love masturbating
while looking at gay porn, thinking about the fun I had when I was a kid,
and at college.  If webcams had been around then, I probably would have
spent nearly every night in front of my computer, showing the world my
stuff."

	Hayden's eyes widened even further.  "For real?"  He sat back,
stunned to learn his father liked guys.  Hearing him talk freely about sex
was also . . . exciting.  He'd dreamt of his father for what seemed his
entire life.  When he'd decided to take action, he wasn't at all sure what
the result would be.  Even after receiving his father's text message, he'd
not been really sure.  He'd hardly slept, worrying about whether the
message was a reflection of his father's true feelings.  His emotional
outpouring had been a combination of fear that his father would hate him
for liking guys, and relief that his father would finally know.

	"So . . . you liked watching me?" he asked, unable to keep from
glancing at his father's crotch and imagining him masturbating.  When his
father nodded, wearing a sly smile, he asked, "How much did you see?"

	Nelson laughed, low in his throat.  "I saw . . . everything, and I
loved everything I saw."  He tilted his son's bowed head up, pleased that
the boy was no longer crying, and was instead, furiously blushing.

	"What did you see me do that turned you on so much?" the young man
asked, casually trying to adjust his thickening cock.  The movement didn't
escape his father's notice.

	"You were sitting on your desk chair, your feet on the edge of the
desk, showing off your butthole, fingering yourself, and playing with your
big nuts.  I love watching a guy play with his own hole, with his legs
spread wide."  Nelson scooted closer to his son.  "Damn, Hayden, you are so
fuckin' sexy.  Your pubes are amazing, as is that cock of yours.  And, your
load!  I sat there wishing that I could taste your stuff.  Instead, you
smeared it all over your chest and stomach."  He shook his head.  "What a
waste."

	"Taste?" Hayden asked, squirming on his chair.  "You've actually
tasted another guy's stuff?  I mean, for real?"

	"Sure.  You haven't?" Nelson asked, somehow pleased when his son
mutely shook his head.

	"No, I've only seen stuff on the Net and stuff.  I've never done
anything with anyone . . . though I've wanted to, real bad."  He shook his
head.  "You've actually tasted another guy's jiz?" he asked, not sure if he
believed his father's casual answer.  "I've tasted my own stuff, but . . .
What's it taste like?  Did you suck the guy off till he shot in your mouth,
or what?"  Hayden squirmed on his chair, giving up the battle to conceal
his erection.  "Damn," he murmured, in amazement.  "My dad likes guys."

	Nelson studied his son as he appeared to digest the new
information.  "So," he asked, drawing his son's attention.  "So, you've
never done anything with another guy?  Have any of the people watching your
shows . . ."  Hayden smiled at his father's choice of words, surprised that
is father could speak so frankly about what he'd done with guys, but was
unable to ask the same of his son.  "Has anyone wanted to meet you?"

	Hayden shrugged.  "Yeah, a few.  But, I don't want to do that.  I
don't know 'em, and they could end up being sorta freaky."  He made a face.
"I'm not a freaky sorta guy."  He smiled.  "Plain vanilla, describes me."

	Nelson laughed.  "Plain vanilla is not the description of a guy who
gets off showing his butthole to the whole frickin' world!"  He leaned
closer to his son.  "Damn, when you stood up and backed your spread cheeks
close to the cam, I could friggin' see every hair.  I wanted to lick my
computer screen."

	"You've licked another guy's asshole, too?"  Hayden sat back,
stunned.  "Have you done . . . more?" he asked, suddenly shy.

	"Like what?" Nelson asked, knowing precisely what his son wanted to
know.

	"Um, like . . ."

	"Go on, you can say it.  I mean, I've seen you spray your load all
over yourself.  We can speak frankly.

	Hayden swallowed, then breathlessly asked.  "Have you ever fucked a
guy . . . or been . . . fucked?"

	"Oh, yes," his father answered.  "Not since college though," he
added.

	Hayden lewdly groped himself, forgetting he was sitting in front of
his father.  "Oh shit," he murmured, almost to himself.  "You've done all
the stuff I've wanted to do.  I jerk off fantasizing about that stuff."  He
looked up, his eyes wide.  "I like showing off.  No dangerous stuff, like
exposing myself at the mall, or something, and definitely not to people who
don't want to see, but damn, Dad, it's a real turn on to know that what I'm
doing is exciting to someone else."  He squeezed his erection through his
flimsy shorts.  "Do you like showing off?"  He smiled.  "I'm betting you
do.  Maybe not your dick or stuff, but you like people looking at you,
don't you?  Otherwise, why wear those short shorts when you cut the grass?
I'm always surprised you're able to stuff your thing into the pouch, and,"
he squirmed, recalling the sight of his father in the brief yellow gym
shorts.  "And, those shorts climb up your ass crack, y'know?  Hot," he
added, finally feeling comfortable enough to use the words his father used.

	"That's why I like the webcam so much.  I can show off, and only
people who want to watch will see me.  I'm not doing stuff that kids can
see, or anything.  Besides, I'm not interested in kids or people my own
age."  He blushed.  "I'm only interested in . . . you."

	It was Nelson's turn to blush.  "Me?  As someone I know and love
would say at a time like this . . . For real?"  Hayden laughed.

	"Well . . . I like the idea of older guys watching me, but whenever
I dream of doing something with someone, I dream of doing it with you.
I've always dreamt of you and me doing stuff.  You know . . . sex stuff.
Even before I knew what it was I was imagining, I got all tingly thinking
of seeing you naked n'stuff.  Hot," he added, grasping his cock through his
shorts.

	Nelson caught his son's eyes and nodded to his son's groin, and the
prominent mound the young man was gently massaging.  "I've always thought
you were pretty sexy too, young man, but until last night, I never thought
of you in a sexual way.  Now," Nelson shrugged.  "That's about all I do
think about."  He grinned.  "I'm going to rub myself raw from jacking off
so often."

	Hayden scooted forward on the chair, spreading his legs wide and
began playing with himself, wondering how far he dared take his fantasy.
"So," he asked, looking up, pleased to see his father watching as he slid a
hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and jock, to cup his cock and
balls.  "So," he repeated, "you like it when a guy spreads his legs real
wide and shows you the goods?"

	Nelson nodded once, as he tore his gaze away from his son groping
himself, to his pale blue eyes, then back to his crotch and the cock which
was obviously straining to be free.  "You are a show off, aren't you?" he
asked, trying to control his rapid breathing.

	"Got that right," Hayden murmured, looking at his father from
beneath partially lidded eyes.  He removed his hand from his cock and
leaned forward, taking his father's hand.  "Feel it," he ordered.  "You've
been watching me play with it.  It's your turn."  He placed his father's
hand on his straining cock.  "Squeeze," he ordered.  "Feel it real good.
You've been watching me, wishing you could grab a feel.  Now's your
chance."

	After a few moments, Hayden scooted forward and drew his legs back
to his shoulders, stretching the flimsy fabric of his shorts across his
butt and showing off the large mound of his balls, and thickness of his
cock as he stretched toward his navel.  "You'd like it if I was bare-ass
naked, wouldn't you?  You'd love to touch your boy, wouldn't you, Dad?" he
asked, his voice hypnotic.  "You'd like to see my asshole . . . real
close."  Hayden ran his hand over the crotch of his shorts pausing at the
spot covering his hole.  "Wouldn't you, Dad?" he asked, lightly tapping the
fabric covering his hole.

	"You're all stiff, dreaming 'bout what it'd be like to feel me up
. . . lick me . . . suck me till I shoot in your mouth, then," he paused,
"you'd like to slide your dick into my asshole and fuck me.  Wouldn't you?"
he added, continuing to massage his groin and hole through his shorts.  His
father mutely nodded.

	"Say it," Hayden ordered.  He lowered one leg and began to rub his
bare foot over his father's groin.  Up and down, once . . . twice
. . . then over his father's belly and up his chest until he teased the
older man's chin with his toes.  "Tell me what you'd like to do to me,"
Hayden repeated, "then, suck my toes."

	"Oh fuck," Nelson groaned, on an exhaled breath, grasping his son's
foot and massaging the sole.

	"Go on."

	"I wanna watch you do what you did last night," Nelson began, "only
instead of being on the cam, I'd like to watch you in the same room.  I'd
like you to rub your hole over my nose, then drag the head of your dick
over my lips, leaving behind a slimy trail of your juice."  Nelson openly
groped himself as he sucked on his son's toes, then licked over the sole of
his foot.  "I'd like to see you shoot, and feel it splash against my face.
It'd be so hot, tasting my boy's sperm."  He brought his son's foot to his
mouth and madly sucked on each toe at the same time Hayden used his other
bare foot to rub back and forth over his crotch.

	"And what do I get?" Hayden breathlessly asked.

	"Whatever you want."

	"Hmm," he said, aloud, grinning at his father's spit-wet cheeks.
"A sixty-inch flat screen television is probably out," he teased,
pretending not to notice his father's frown.  "I'd be willing to settle for
a taste of your stuff, though,"

	"Is that all you want?"

	"All?  Fuck, Dad!  When I came in here this morning I never
imagined I'd be sitting here fooling with your dick while you suck on my
toes!  Of course, I'd like to do more!  I'd like to do everything.  I love
you.  You're the person I've always fantasized about.  I'd love to do
everything with you.  After all, I'm sure you're not gonna go all freaky on
me, or anything.  So," he said, after a long pause while he continued to
enjoy what his dad was doing to his foot.  "So, since we're home all alone
. . ."  He drew the word out.  "I'm thinking that I'd like to strip down
for you."  He gently disengaged his foot, then sat forward and squeezed his
father's erection through his shorts.

	"Then, once we're naked, you can teach me all about man-sex."

~ to be continued ~


	If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other
story, Seth, also in the Nifty Incest section.  I have also been asked by
Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add
to his stories.  I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit.
	If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at:
matti-kirjailija@me.com
	And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's
pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea
KEAR-yawl-e-yaw.
	Kiitos, ette luit minun tarinani.  (Thank you for reading my
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