Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 14:36:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Stuffer <cockstuffer50@yahoo.com>
Subject: beginnings-4 Interlude with Alec

This is pure fiction and bears no resemblance to persons living or
dead. Comments welcome at cockstuffer50@yahoo.com

Beginnings-4: Interlude with Alec.

Once I saw my first adult cock, it was as if I hadn't seen one before. The
first adult cock I'd ever seen was that of my friend, Max, at school. He
was the school custodian and the first grown man (44 years old) whose cock
I had seen up close.  Not only that, but I saw it soft and watched as it
hardened.  This opened up a whole new world for me! Max and I became good
friends and played our 'game', as we called it, a few times. One time, Max
had his friend Mike with us and that was a whole new version of our game
(previous installments.)  I'd come to like my games with Max alone, and
with Mike with us, and was always eagerly awaiting our next 'play session'
as we called it.

 Trouble was, even though Max worked at the school I attended, he had to
work and I had to tend to my learning. We could play only after school let
out during my after-care time. Normally, I remained in after-care until my
mom or my friend's mom came to pick me and my friend up to take us home.

My first game with Max occurred when my friend was out sick one day and I
dejectedly walked the halls. Being kind of shy, I felt lost without my
friend and bumped into Max in the hallway as he was finishing his work that
day. That was the first time we played together and when we were finished I
pleaded with Max for us to play again sometime. Max agreed we could play
again only upon my solemn promise that I would not tell a soul about our
game. The fact that the game made me feel tingly, a new feeling for me and
one I really liked, compelled me to cross and my heart and hope to die in
solemn promise to Max not to tell a living soul about our fun game.

The game, itself, was fun but what added to the excitement is the sights
and sounds I'd seen?.and, more importantly, that the game was with a grown
man. The fact that Max was about my dad's age and that we played at
something that gave me feelings I'd never had before caused me to become
instantly hooked on the game. Also, there was the feeling of a secret
between me and a grown man and the feeling of 'naughtiness' about the game
that added to its attraction. I felt like I was playing the most fun game
in the world and was keeping a secret that was the most special secret
ever!

It seemed like a month since the last play session. In reality, it had been
less than two weeks ago that Max and I, with his friend Mike, had
played. To a youngster who discovered the world's best game and who had to
keep the world's most special secret, two weeks seemed awfully long!

This was a Saturday and our moms (my friend's mom, too) had taken us to the
mall. They were going to do all finds of girlie stuff.  This usually took a
few hours as they went to salons for their hair that took forever, and then
had to get "cures" (manicures and pedicures, it seemed), and then shop for
clothes and stuff.  Our moms let us go to the video arcades to occupy
ourselves while they did their things.

My friend and I were enthralled in our separate video games when I needed
to pee.  I told my friend I needed the bathroom but doubt that he heard?.he
was so wrapped up in his game. I walked into the bathroom and there was a
man standing at the urinal.

I stood at the urinal to his left and began to pee. Without thinking, I
turned my head to the right and looked at the man next to me. He held his
cock with his right hand and I could see the shaft of it as the pee spewed
out.  My eyes were riveted to that cock....how thick it was, how long it
was, and that it belonged to an adult male turned me on immensely.  I was
so transfixed by this sight of this man's cock I didn't try to hide my
interest and wasn't embarrassed at all as I watched the piss stream out of
the cock into the urinal.  The cock's owner didn't seem to mind my looking
at his cock: he was standing far enough back from the urinal so that I
could see his most of his cock as he held it out his zipper and his piss
stream splashed in the water.

He seemed to piss forever.  I was in heaven with my eyes riveted on his
thick cock. It had some long hairs from his belly trailing halfway up the
length of his cock.  Even soft, his cock looked impressive. It looked
enormous to me, but of course, I found out through experience, it wasn't
really enormous.....just adult-sized compared to my kid-sized cock.  Its
thickness surprised me.  His cock was soft but yet seemed so thick. That
added to my fascination as I saw this adult man empty his bladder next to
me.  Finally, his piss stream weakened and stopped.  He then squeezed his
cock shaft some to get out the last drops of piss. I was so engrossed in
looking at his cock and didn't realize that he was now done with his
business.  After squeezing the last drops of piss out of his cock, he let
it hang out his open zipper. My eyes were fixed on his cock, even as he
turned to his left to face me.  I was in a trance as that cock stuck out
his zipper less than two feet away from me. My little cocklet was not able
to harden at this age and sort of shrank back into my fly.  I was so
entranced by the sight and all a -tingle that I completely forgot about
zipping myself up.

As I continued to stare at his exposed cock, zombie-like, I heard him say:
"Did you like seeing me pee?  Do you like the look of my cock?  You like
looking at my cock, don't you, boy?"

His voice snapped me out of my trance and I looked up at his face. The
first thing I noticed was that he was an 'old' man, not like a bigger,
older kid or young, older guy, but truly a mature man. He had a nice
looking face that seemed slightly tanned, and hair that was a weird color.
Turns out the hair color was that of brown hair turning grey with a grey
haze grown all through it. To my young mind, I wouldn't have known how to
describe the color.

I looked up at him trance-like as my eyes moved up to his face and then
back to his cock. He just stood there with his thick, soft cock hanging out
his zipper and kept his eyes on me.  I just stood there facing him with my
eyes staring at his cock.

He said, "I guess that answers my question, boy.  You like looking at my
cock. That's good!  I am happy to show you my cock and glad that you like
it.  Would you like to touch it?  You can touch it if you want, I won't
mind.  Go ahead, touch my cock, boy.  Feel it.  Feel what a man's cock
feels like."

I slowly and shyly moved my hand and very tentatively brought it to his
cock. I placed my fingers on the end of the head and was amazed at how
firm, thick and yet spongy soft his cock felt.  I continued to feel just
the head of his cock with my fingers. He muttered, "mmmmmmmm" in such a way
that I knew he liked it. I continued to move my fingers around his cock
head as he murmured.

He said, "Go on, boy, you can play with my cock.  Feel it all over, squeeze
it gently some.  It feels good to me.  Do you like the feel and look of my
cock, boy? Do you like playing with a man's cock?  Bet you've never played
like this before, have you, son? Go on, play with my cock for as long as
you want.  I am enjoying it and enjoying watching your face and eyes as you
play."

This went on for some minutes with the two of us standing by the urinals in
the empty restroom.  I hadn't said or uttered a sound in all this time.
After playing with his cock for some minutes, totally fascinated and
tirelessly, I noticed that his cock started feeling firmer and seemed to
thicken some.  I watching enthralled as his cock seemed to thicken and
harden, and maybe even get a bit longer.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps in the hall getting nearer to the restroom.
He quickly said, "Let's go in there!  Follow me!"  With that, he took my
hand and pulled me into a stall with him. He sat down on the toilet and
placed me on his lap and folded my legs so that I was sitting in a lotus
position on his lap. We heard the door open and footsteps approach the
urinals.  He gestured to me with his finger in front of his mouth to keep
quiet.  I wasn't afraid, but just a bit confused.  We heard the guy pissing
and then wash his hands and leave.

Once it became quiet again, he said, "Do you want to play some more, son?
Would you like to see my cock and touch it again, son?  What's your name,
son?  My name is Alec, what's yours? "

For the first time I uttered a sound.  I said, "My name is Phil."

He said, "It is very nice to meet you, Phil.  So Phil, do you want to play
some more with me?  Would you like that, Phil?  I would like it if you
wanted to play some more."

I said, "Yes, I would like to play some more, Alec.  I like this game. It
is fun and I want to play some more."  Since it had been so long since I
last played with Max and Mike, I was very tingly (excited) about playing
with this grown man.

He said "Good' and smiled and then took me off his lap.  We both stood
against opposite sides of the stall. He said, " I am going to lower my
pants and shorts and sit down again, Phil.  That way you can get a better
look and play with me as much as you want.  Okay, Phil?"  I eagerly nodded
yes as he took off his suit jacket and hung it on the door hook. He was
wearing a tie with his shirt and started to undo his belt.  He unhooked his
belt and undid the catch at his waistband at the top of the fly.  I
noticed, now, that his cock looked smaller and shorter as it stuck out of
his fly, and the skin on it looked more wrinkly.  He then spread open his
pants and let them fall and I saw his underwear.  He was wearing boxer
shorts like my dad does. He then pulled down his shorts but the ends of his
shirt immediately fell in place and blocked my view.

He then sat down again on the toilet and leaned back.  He spread his
shirttails to the side and I could now see between his legs. His cock was
smaller and much softer and seemed to be resting on something darker
beneath it (his ballsack as Max called it.)

He said, "Come in closer, Phil.  Stand between my legs.  Get a good
close-up look at my cock and balls. Go ahead, don't be shy!  Play with me
like you did before.  Touch me and play with me like you want to."

I moved in closer and brought my hand to his soft cock lying atop his
balls.  The area at the end of his cock and to the sides of his cock and
the sides of his legs were covered with a lot of dark brown hair.  As I
moved closer I smelled a 'warm', close smell that I hadn't noticed before.
He saw that I was reluctant in my moves and said, "Phil, don't be
afraid. It won't hurt you.  You liked playing with it before. Don't you
want to play with it again?  We can play better in here than standing out
there where someone might barge in and discover us and make us stop our
game. C'mon Phil, show me that you want to play with it. Feel it and
squeeze it gently like you did before. "

When he said that, I again started feeling his cock head and how much
softer and spongier it felt now. It also looked smaller and I could see a
bunching of skin just behind his head's ridge. I continued to play with my
fingers on the head, alternating pressing them and easing them all around
his head.  He smiled at me and moaned a bit as my fingers danced around his
cock head.  I noticed that his cock head started to feel firmer and then
slowly appeared to get bigger.  He had his legs spread with me standing
between them and his hands at his hips. I continued to dance my fingers all
around his firming and growing cock head.

Then he said, "Take your hand and hold my cock, Phil. Let me feel my cock
in your hand with the fingers wrapped around it."  I did as he said, and
now his cock looked and felt like it did at the urinal.

He said, "Move your hand back and forth with your fingers wrapped around my
cock, Phil.  Like this" and he demonstrated with his right hand wrapped
around his left wrist and started moving his hand back and forth over his
wrist.

I watched him demonstrate and starting moving my hand the same way on his
cock.  I noticed that as I did this his cock felt firmer, thicker and
seemed to get bigger.  The feeling of that hard cock in my hand, with the
warm, soft skin sliding over that hardness inside was making me feel more
tingly.  There seemed to be a smell that I became aware of, again, as I
rubbed his cock back and forth.  He watched me and hummed softly as I
continued to work on his cock. His shirttails were close together and I saw
that the end of his cock disappeared behind them.

I continued to stroke his cock, marveling at how hard and stiff and thick
it had become.  He was humming softly all the while I did this.  Then he
loosened his tie and pushed it over his shoulder.  Then he started
unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. I noticed him unbuttoning his
shirt but was too mesmerized by the look and feel of his cock to pay it
much mind.

 When he had unbuttoned his shirt completely, he spread the halves open
exposing his chest.  I looked at his exposed chest and saw a lot of hair
spread over it.  The hair was brown but had some grey in it. His belly had
a slight paunch to it with a nice innie bellybutton. The hair spread
sideways on his upper chest and then formed into a wide trail in the center
that went down to his bellybutton and then spread again below the
bellybutton.  He had a bit of a tan, judging by the line of different color
in skin a few inches below his navel. I liked seeing him with his shirt
open.  I liked the smell of hair from his chest.

Once I took my eyes off his chest and returned them to his cock, my God!!
His cock now seemed so much bigger and longer and thicker and harder than
ever!  I was entranced by the sight of his hot cock and all the hair at the
bottom of it and the hairy inner thighs.  I continued to stroke his thick,
hard, long cock that felt hot in my hand. Without realizing it, I was
drooling cause I'd forgotten to close my mouth to swallow when needed. I
was so entranced! He continued to hum softly as I stroked his cock.  I was
stroking for quite a while when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that
he was making movements. I tore my eyes away from his cock, continuing to
stroke as I did, and noticed him playing with his nipples.  I hadn't
noticed his nipples before because of the tan color his upper body had.
Now, as I stroked his cock and watched him finger his nipples, I felt more
tingly.

He seemed to be fingering his nipples lightly, and slightly squeezing them
and softly humming all the while. I continued to stroke his cock but was
fascinated watching him play with his nipples. This went on for some time.
I was stroking his cock and loving the feeling of it and watching him as he
rubbed and squeezed his nipples. Then he started squeezing them harder and
began to twist them.  He moaned louder as he did this.  I continued
stroking his cock while watching him work his nipples.  Suddenly, I felt a
wetness on his cock and saw a droplet hanging off the tip. My surprise at
this caused me to stop stroking his cock.

He said, "Don't stop, Phil!  You are making me feel so good with our game.
That is precum you see there.  It means you are making me very happy with
our game. You should taste it, Phil.  Take the drop on your finger and
taste it.  It doesn't taste bad.  Try it.  Let me know if you like it."

So, I took the droplet, that looked like water, from his cock head with my
finger and put it in my mouth. It had a very mild taste but felt a bit
oily.  I liked the oily, slippery feel of his precum and the taste was not
unpleasant. Once I took that droplet there didn't seem to be any more.  He
told me that more droplets would appear as I continued to stroke his thick,
hard cock.  He continued playing with his nipples as I stroked his cock
waiting for more of his droplets to appear.

He said, "Phil, sit on my lap facing me. C'mon."  I did as he said, but had
to stop stroking his cock as now it was behind me and I couldn't play with
it easily.

He said, "Phil, take your hands and put them where mine are when I take
them away.  Ok, Phil?"

He then took his hands away and I placed mine on his nipples. He said,
"Play with my nipples like you were playing with my cock. Run your fingers
over them and squeeze them gently, a bit."  I did as he said and starting
playing with both his nipples with my hands.  He hummed and moaned loudly
and pushed his chest forward as I fingered his nipples.  He said, "Phil, do
it harder. Squeeze my nipples harder. Don't worry, you won't hurt
me. Please Phil, squeeze my fucking hot tits harder!  Please!!!"

I started squeezing his tits harder and he started moaning more and sayng,
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh, yessssssssssssss!!  Mmmm, that feels so fucking hot.  Work
my tits, Phil.  Squeeze 'em!  Pinch 'em! Twist 'em!  Ohhhh, this feels so
fucking hot!  Work on my tits, boy!  Yeah, really work on my tits.  It
makes me so hot!! Lawddddd, that feels so good!!! "  His breathing seemed
to be very rapid as I continued to roughly play with his tits as he urged
me on.

I was sitting on his abdomen, above the end of his cock, as I roughly
played with his tits.  I could now feel his hard cock sticking up and
laying against my bum.  He was moaning loudly and breathing rapidly as I
continued to roughhouse his tits.  Then he said, "Phil, would you do me a
favor?  It would make me feel real good if you did.  Would you put your
mouth on one of my tits while you finger the other?  Would you do that for
me, Phil?  I'd really like it if you did.  If would make me feel so good.
Please, Phil.  Will you do it? " he asked beseechingly.

It seemed that no matter what he asked me to do......whether I understood
it or not, or thought it might be painful.....he seemed to enjoy.  I was
enjoying this immensely so didn't think of saying "no" to anything he
asked.

I lowered my head to his chest and placed my mouth on his left nipple while
I kept my left hand playing on his right nipple.  As soon as my lips
touched his nipple, he seemed to hiss a long breath and thrust his chest
forward pushing his nipple against my mouth. I felt movement and realized
he was shaking his legs back and forth as I mouthed his nipple and played
with the other. He was hissing and groaning and kept puffing out his chest
as I ran my tongue over his nipple.  Both nipples seemed to harden, but I
was especially aware of how hard the nipple in my mouth felt.

He said, "Phil, suck on my nipple. Run your tongue all over the nipple.
Flick your tongue on the little nib that sticks up. Take your teeth and put
the nib between them and bite on it gently.  Please, Phil. You're making me
so hot and crazy with lust!"

Again, I followed his directions and did what he asked.  As I sucked on the
nib, he started pumping his hips up and down making it feel like a sort of
ride.

I took the nib in my teeth and he hissed and muttered, "Oh yeahhhhhhh!!!
Yeahhh!!!  Suck that tit!  Nibble it!!! Nibble on the nib.  You can do
better than that, Phil. Nibble a little harder on that nib, baby.  Yeah,
eat my tit, Phil.  Work it! Your mouth is driving me crazy."

So, I continued to finger his right nipple and started nibbling harder on
his left tit.  I was afraid I was hurting him but the harder I nibbled the
more he moaned.  I continued leaning into his chest and feasting on his
nipple as he continued to hiss and moan and move his legs back and forth
and pump his hips up and down.

Alec really seemed to enjoy what I was doing, and so was I!  This was such
a great game and made me feel all tingly all over. That Alec asked me to do
these things, and didn't get mad at me no matter how I did it, made me feel
good. I felt good because Alec did not tell me to stop or that I was
hurting him.  He seemed to like everything I did.  I liked everything he
asked me to do.

I continued to suck and nibble his nipple and squeeze and twist his right
one for what seemed like 20 minutes.  All the while Alec was hissing and
moaning and encouraging me by telling me how good I made him feel.

I was enjoying this immensely and wasn't aware of the time.  Finally, Alec
pulled my head away from his chest.  I looked up at him in disappointment
and a questioning look on my face.

Alec said, "I can't take much more of this.  I need to cum.  Sorry, Phil,
but if I don't cum soon I will lose my mind from the tension. I have to
drop my load."

"What's a load, Alec?  What do you mean 'drop a load'?  A load of what,
Alec?"  I asked.

Alec chuckled a bit and said, "Of course!  You don't know what a load is
because you're too young! You've never seen a man drop a load" < little did
he know!>. " Well Phil, 'drop a load' is what a man does when he feels very
good. Very good the way you have made me feel playing this game. You've
made me feel so good that I must drop a load."

"What is this load, Alec?  What is it you drop?  Can I see you drop this
load, Alec?", I asked.  I'd already learned, with Max and Mike, that the
more innocent I played this game the more exciting and interesting the game
became.

"Sure Phil, of course you can see me drop my load. After all, you're the
reason I am dropping this load. When a .man drops a load it means something
shoots out of his cock.  It looks like vanilla pudding."  <Ah, there was
that 'pudding' again!> "It doesn't taste like pudding but is thick as
pudding.  Do you want to see it, Phil?  Do you want to see the vanilla
pudding I make? Maybe you might like to taste it, It will taste like
pudding you've never tasted before. Think you'd like to try my pudding,
Phil?"

Since I'd tasted that one droplet of Max's pudding (cum is what he called
it) I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.  I wanted to taste more to see if
all men's 'pudding' tasted the same.  When I eagerly nodded yes to the
pudding he said, "Okay, Phil.  But to get the pudding you have to suck it
out. You have to take my cock in your mouth like a lollipop and suck it up
and down a few times.  When you've done it long enough, you will be
rewarded with my vanilla pudding. Do you want to do that, Phil?" he asked.

Once again, I eagerly nodded yes and he took me off his lap. He sat up a
little straighter on the toilet and spread his legs as wide as he could. I
could again see his big, thick, hard., long cock and a big hairy bag
hanging beneath it as I stood and looked down between his legs.  He then
told me to kneel between his legs which I did.  Again, I smelled that
'warm', close, slightly sweaty smell from between his legs. His cock was
stiff and sticking out facing me. He took his cock in his hand and pointed
it at my face.

He said, "Put it in your mouth.  Try to cover the whole head with your
mouth. Be careful with your teeth.  They will hurt if I feel your teeth rub
against my cock. Once you have the head covered, slowly move down my cock
and take more in.  Don't try to get all of it in.  It is too big for you.
Just go slowly and take as much in as you can. Then, once you taken in all
you can, start moving your mouth up and down on my cock. In a while, you
will be rewarded with my vanilla pudding. Okay, Phil?"

I did as Alec said. I held his cock and eyed it as I brought my mouth
closer.  His head looked enormous to me and I didn't think I would be able
to get any of it in my mouth.  As my mouth touched his cock head, he hissed
and hummed a bit and jerked his legs a little wider.  I took this as a good
sign. I had my mouth on the top of his cock head, just covering the peehole
and some skin around the opening. It felt strange.  It felt very hard but
yet had a soft layer on the outside. I opened my mouth more and more of his
head went in.  I liked the feel of his cock head in my mouth. I was eager
to taste Alec's vanilla pudding. Alec was hissing and moaning and shaking
his legs all the while my mouth was on his cock head.

Remembering what Alec said, I went slowly.  I loved the feel of him in my
mouth and wanted more so I slowly starting pushing my mouth lower on his
cock. Alec was moaning and gyrating his hips all the while.  It seemed to
take forever for me to get more of Alec's cock in my mouth.  I had gotten
past the head and was now on the shaft. Alec's cock felt enormous in my
mouth.  I felt as if my mouth were stretched to the limit. I'd gotten all
of his head (about 1 &1/2 inches, itself) into my mouth and about 1 inch of
his shaft when I felt that I couldn't go further. It felt as if a stoppage
was in my throat.  I took that to mean that that was all I could take, as
Alec said.

I lingered with his cock in my mouth for a few seconds and then slowly
started moving my mouth up and off his cock.  Once I felt the ridge of the
head just inside my lips I moved forward and started once again to take in
more of Alec's thick hard cock.

"Oh yess!!!  Oh, yesssss!!!  Suck it, Phil!  Suck my cock!  Suck me!!  You
want my pudding, don't you?  Keep sucking Phil and move your head up and
down on my cock, Oh lawddddd, yesssss!!!  It feels so good! Yesssss!!!!
"Alec exclaimed as I sucked and moved my mouth up and down on his cock.

Then it seemed as if his cock thickened and hardened even more.  I became
afraid and started to move my mouth up and off his cock.  Alec then placed
a hand behind my head, but not touching it. He held his hand about a half
inch past the back of my head while his other hand started stroking his
cock.  He started moving his legs back and forth, capturing me in between
when he brought them together.  He was moaning and gyrating and hissing up
a storm as he stroked his cock faster and faster as he kept his hand just
off the back of my head as my mouth remained tightly clasped around his
cock head. Then he started grunting and it seemed as if his cock head
hardened in my mouth.

Suddenly, this thick, warm stuff gushed into my mouth. I was surprised and
startled by the gush and instinctively tried to take my mouth off his
cock. His hand never held my head but prevented me from moving my mouth off
his cock (how I loved this new word I learned from Max.)  Spurt after spurt
of this warm, thick stuff kept shooting into my mouth.  In no time, my
mouth was full.  I tried to pull off but Alec's hand kept me from doing so.
So, I swallowed as quickly as I could. As soon as I swallowed some, more
would come in my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough. Try as I may to
swallow it all some seemed to leak out of the corners of my mouth.  It was
warm and thick and had a slightly salty-sweet taste to it. It kept spurting
into my mouth and I kept swallowing as fast as I could. Then the spurts
seemed to get smaller and slower. I calmed down as the spurts slowed but
was unable to move my head back because Alec's hand was placed to prevent
me from moving back far enough. I could swallow slower.  I kept much of
this warm, thick stuff in my mouth to taste it before swallowing more.  I
never tasted anything like it before, but I liked the taste. Alec's head
seemed bigger than it had before, but now that the spurts slowed down it
seemed to soften.  Soon, it was soft enough for me to take out of my mouth,
since Alec had removed his hand and was breathing heavy now.  Once I got it
out of my mouth I looked at the head.  As I had the cock in my hand, I saw
a drop of white stuff appear at the peehole.  I just moved forward and
licked the drop off with my tongue. It had the same taste as the warm,
thick stuff that had shot into my mouth moments ago.  This, then, was the
pudding Alec told me about. Mmmmm, it was new to me but I liked it.  Once I
saw no more pudding I sat back on my heels and looked at Alec.  He was
smiling at me.  I smiled back.

" Was that your pudding, Alec?  Was it", I asked. When he said yes, I said,
"Well, it's different from any pudding I ever tasted before, but I like it.
I like your pudding, Alec. I want to have more of your pudding Alec. I
really like it", I exclaimed.

It seemed like an hour that we were in that restroom.  Amazing that no one
came in while we played. When we cleaned up, Alec and I both agreed that we
would play this game again.  He gave me a paper with his phone number on it
and said to call him when I wanted to play again.

I knew I would be calling Alec.  I wanted to play our game again.  Oh, and
I definitely wanted more of Alec's special pudding.  Yummmmmm!!!!!!!!!!

When I returned to the video game store, my friend was still so engrossed
in his game I don't think he realized I had disappeared for a while.
Because of my vow to Max about this game, I kept silent but very happy and
stimulated by my game with Alec.  I loved this new game and the way it made
me feel and the sights and sounds to be seen and heard.  I knew this was a
game that I would play for a long, long time.