Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 18:26:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BOY BY THE POOL 6

Dear Readers: The story is true. Names and places have been changed to
protect the guilty - namely me! This story contains what today we would
consider 'unsafe' sex. Before some of the 'Sex Police' out there write me -
I would point out that it took place at a time when AIDS was unheard of.

I'm dedicating this, to paraphrase the Willie Nelson song, "To All The Boys
I've Loved Before!"

THE BOY BY THE POOL
Part Six
by RimPig   2004

"You fucking bet I am! I need that fucking cock of yours up my ass BAD!" I
exclaimed, looking down at Wade, kneeling there in the tub, drenched in my
piss.

He stood up.

"Let's go!" he said but I grabbed his arm.

"I think we should rinse off, first. I really don't want to drench the bed
in piss, do you?" I said.

"Nah! I guess that's not a good idea." he said.

"We don't have to use soap, just rinse the piss off and then we'll still
have all the scent we want."  I smiled.

"Yeah!" he grinned.

I turned on the water, got it nice and warm and then rinsed myself in it. I
got out of the tub and Wade ducked under the shower, rinsing the piss from
his hair and body. As he got out, I held out a towel, waiting to dry him
off. He put his arms around my neck and let me dry his chest, belly and
pubic region, lingering over his erect cock and then I reached behind him
and dried off the cheeks of his ass, resisting going into his crack. I
certainly didn't want to rub off any possible scents there. I still
intended to eat his beautiful butt again that night.

I reached up to dry his hair and his arm came down and he slipped them
around my waist, pulling me closer to him, mashing out bodies together,
forcing our hard cocks against each other. His hand slid down until they
were grasping my butt-cheeks and his fingers were sliding up and down the
valley between them, gently rubbing my hole. I was definitely in the mood
to get fucked then!  Just the gentle stroking of my ass-lips by his fingers
had raised a longing in me that I couldn't deny!

"Mmm! You do that so nice!" I murmured.

"I fuckin' love your hole!" he groaned.

"Yeah, I got that feeling. So, some on! Let's get that big boy of yours up
me!" I smiled.

He pulled me closer for a quick kiss and then let me go. I turned to walk
into the bedroom and I could feel his eyes following my butt as I did. I
stopped and looked back and he was still standing there, hard cock dripping
cock-honey and staring at my butt. I wiggled it and ran and jumped on the
bed. Yeah! That's what happens when you play with 17 year olds! You start
feeling young yourself. He walked into the bedroom, his cock swaying with
each step, his eyes smoldering with heat as he looked at me sitting on the
bed.

"So, how do you want me?" I asked, figuring I already knew.

"On your back." he said.

Yep! I was right. This was not just going to be a fuck. Wade was going to
make love to me. And, if I was honest with myself, if I wasn't so hot for
him - wanting him so badly, I would have had to admit that was exactly what
I wanted right then. I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him to pour
all his adolescent passion into me. I wanted to have the fantasy that this
could be something other than just a one time thing. I wanted to be 'Tommy'
for him. I just hoped and prayed that Tommy was what I thought he was. That
he would make love to Wade and let Wade make love to him. 'God! Let them
love each other!' I prayed to myself. 'Let them find in each other a
soul-mate, a lover for all their lives, just like in all the stories!'.

I lay on my back and Wade crawled onto the bed and on top of me. He looked
down into my eyes. My breath was almost taken away by what I saw in
his. Horniness, yes. Voracious horniness but more. Passion blazing in the
dark heat of his eyes and somewhere, deep in them, the warm glow of
love. Intense love, the way only adolescents can love. No guile, no games,
not truly knowing yet the disappointment and loss that comes when love
ends. Unbridled lust and passion combined with almost unlimited physical
reserves of energy. No wonder so many men find them so attractive. No
wonder that so much of the Gay world is wrapped up in the worship of them.

I had found this adolescent without ever looking for him. It was like I was
being given the chance to go back to my own adolescence one more time. Go
back with the knowledge I only wish that I had then! Go back and feel the
power of being loved by another adolescent male again, like my first lover
who was just this age when we became lovers. But, this time, with my
expanded repertoire of sexual acts. My first lover had never fucked me. I
didn't get fucked for the first time until long after we parted. I'd always
mourned this loss of experience! I lamented the fact that he had not been
the first male to fuck me. Regretted the fact that the first time, it was
not with someone I loved or cared about. Deplored the fact that it had only
been extreme horniness that had let me offer my cherry ass to someone who I
didn't know and would never see again.

At least, for Wade, that was not the case. While I was not Tommy, the boy
who evidently was the first and great love of his life, I was not someone
who he didn't care about. For my part, I certainly did care about him and
he knew it - knew it, evidently, long before I was willing to admit how
much I cared about him. He could, at least, have the memory of being
'taken' by someone who cared about him and who knew how to take care of him
- to not hurt him, to not put him through too much pain. Someone who was
gentle and careful with his feelings as well. Yes, he was far luckier than
I had been.  But that mattered little now.

As I lost myself in Wade's heated glance, his mouth moved down until we met
in a passionate kiss that found him trying to shove his tongue down my
throat! Whatever shyness, whatever reticence had been in him was gone! In
it's place was a supremely confident, young, male animal who knew what he
wanted, knew how to get it and was fully in control. My arms went up around
his neck and I surrendered myself willingly to him. The kiss was
breathtaking. Not only in it's intensity but in the emotions that I could
feel from him. He tore his lips from mine and quickly slid down until he
could once again suck hard on one of my nipples while pulling on the other
one.

I cried out in agony/ecstasy and arched my back as the lightening bolts of
sensation from his sucking mouth and his biting teeth tore through my
body. I arched my back and groaned at what he was doing to me. He looked up
for a moment, pulling his mouth from my chest and grinned at me. He was
finding great joy in being the one to drive me crazy with desire! He
quickly latched onto my other breast with his mouth and gave it the same
treatment before quickly moving on.

Down my body he slid - licking, sucking, nipping at my flesh - until he
reached my groin. There he stopped to take deep breaths of the scent of my
pubic hair so recently washed by his piss, before moving on to my
balls. His tongue began bathing my ball-sack which, by this point, was
drawn up tight to the base of my cock in horniness.

"OH FUCK! YEAH! LICK MY FUCKIN' BALLS!" I screamed out, not able to hold
back from the feelings he was causing.

He licked all over my nut-sack and then started to lick lower onto my
perineum. I knew where he was headed and quickly pulled my legs back to my
chest, spreading them as wide as I could, giving him total access to my
wanting ass. He paused and I could hear him taking in my ass-scent before I
felt his rasping tongue begin to slide up and down my cleft. As it slid
over my hole, I groaned wanting desperately for him to pay total attention
to it! He chucked deep in his throat, knowing what he was doing to me. But
he took pity on me and locked his mouth to my anal opening and began
licking and sucking at it while trying to shove his tongue up inside me.

I pushed down with my ass muscles and felt his tongue begin to inch its way
inside. I loved that feeling more than any other - except for feeling a
hard, thick cock slide into the same place! Wade worked his tongue up
inside me as far as it would go and then began to rapidly tongue fuck me,
whipping his tongue rapidly in and out of my needy hole.

"YEAH, FUCKER! EAT MY ASS! TONGUE FUCK MY BUTT! GET UP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK
IN ME!" I screamed.

That last one got to him! He looked up and then did pull his face out of my
ass. I already had the bottle of lube in my hand, handing it to him. He
quickly slathered some on and in my hole and then greased up his
cock. Knee-walking until his cock was at my hole and he was looking down at
me, he leaned over onto his straight arms above me and began gently
pressing his cock against me, trying to gain entry. Knowing that this was
never going to work, I reached down, grabbed his hips and pulled hard,
forcing his cock in my wet hole.

Fuck! Half his fucking cock jammed into my hole. I held him still so that I
could get used to it and then slid him slowly but steadily until his cock
was completely buried inside of me. This time I didn't have to make him
stop. He already know enough to let me get used to it before going all
'animal' on me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately while he moved
his hips from side to side, 'stirring' his cock in my hole, making my hole
relax. This boy was really learning to be a great fuck!

He then began to slow pull back, just a short way, and then slide slowly
forward again, shoving his cock as far in my hole as he could. Then, almost
without stopping back out again, slowly, this time a little further. Then,
again, back in, this time faster and just a little bit harder. We were both
watching his hard cock going in and out of my ass, both of us fascinated to
see his fleshpole, glistening with lube and ass juice, sliding in and out
of my eager hole.

"It's okay. Fuck me! Let yourself go!" I moaned.

He grinned down at me and began fucking me faster and harder. It took him
no time at all to reach 'ramming speed', sending his cock deep in my hole
harder and faster while drawing it out until only the head was inside. He
long-dicked my ass as I lay there moaning and tossing about, lost in the
ecstasy of his hard boy-cock and the sight and scent of his eager, young
masculinity!

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me HARD! HARDER!" I screamed
out and I don't know how he did it but he did exactly what I asked. He
fucked me HARDER!

He was slamming into my hole so hard I was afraid I really wouldn't be able
to sit down the next day and I had to drive home! I figured at this rate,
neither one of us could last much longer. It was just about that time that
I felt that tightening in my balls that told me that I was already well on
my way to shooting my load. I could feel Wade's thrusts becoming erratic
and also began to feel his cock swell in my hole, presaging his own
orgasm. That was all it took to throw me over the edge!

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING!" I screamed out as my dick began pumping my
own hot sauce all over my chest and abdomen.

"AHH!!! FUCK!!!" followed by some unintelligible grunts was all that Wade
could get out as he unloaded all his boy-cum deep in my butt.

Wade managed to stay pushed up on his stiff arms while he shot his load up
my hole but as soon as the strong explosions stopped, he collapsed on top
of me. Sweaty, musky, smelling of sex - I breathed deeply of him as I
reached my arms up and wrapped them around his beautiful body and gently
began licking at his shoulder and neck. In my mind I was sending prayers of
thanksgiving to whatever gods controlled encounters such as this one! I was
so grateful to have known and had this beautiful boy for even the short
time I had.

Wade stayed there on top of me for a while, until his cock slowly
softened. Then he pulled out of me and, sliding down my body once more,
buried his face in my butt and sucked his cum out of my well-fucked hole
while I held my legs back for him. After scarfing down all that he could
find, he moved back up the bed, we curled up in each other's arms and just
lay there, not talking, not doing anything, just lost in our own thoughts.

I didn't think that ending this situation was going to be all that
difficult for me. After all, I had lots of sex with lots of guys all the
time. Was this really any different? Being honest with myself, I knew it
was. It wasn't just his age. It wasn't just that he was a virgin. It was
him. I realized that I had, in a very short amount of time, developed very
deep feelings for this boy/man. And I liked to think that he had developed
feelings for me. Not as deep as those he had for his 'Tommy', but tender
and special just the same.

I set the bedside clock for 5:00 a.m. again and we went off to sleep,
curled up in each other's arms. This was something I would miss. My
significant other at home didn't like to sleep with someone else. We'd
always slept separately. The relationship would last 19 years, but when I
now look back on it, I marvel at my tenacity at keeping it together for so
long. I should have let go and walked out years before. Maybe if there had
been a 'Wade' for me, I would have.

I woke up before the clock went off and I looked over at his sleeping
form. He was turned towards me, laying on his side and I slid down the bed
until my face was level with his cock. He was hard, of course, as are all
young males that early in the morning. I could smell the musk of his
crotch, the fucking from the night before and I breathed deeply of the
beloved scent! I opened my mouth and slowly slipped it over the head of his
hard cock, allowing his organ to slide slowly into my mouth.

I was using my tongue to gently caress him and gentle suction at the same
time. His cock responded by twitching in my mouth and his hips responded by
pushing more of his hardness into my warm, wet cavity. I began a slow,
sensuous blowjob which I figured would awaken him long before he reached
orgasm.

I was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel him pushing more forcefully
into my mouth and could hear him beginning to moan at the feelings. I
wasn't sure how awake he was, however, until his hand came down and began
running through my hair, caressing my head, as I continued to suck on his
sweaty, musky cock.

"Ahh, Fuck! That feels good! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" he begged.

Like I was going to? I had a small chuckle to myself at this. I began to
eat him more aggressively, taking his cock deeper into my throat, using my
tongue more and sucking harder. He was soon moaning and squirming on the
bed.

"Fuck! Yeah! I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna cum!" he called out.

I kept right on sucking as I felt his cock become harder and thicker. I did
pull back so that his cockhead was in my mouth. I wanted to taste every
drop of his delicious boy-cream. I didn't want to miss any of it! Within
seconds he was blowing his wad into my eager, sucking mouth and I was
rapidly swallowing all of his nutty cum down my cocksucking throat.

He shot at least eight good sized loads of his cum into me before his
orgasm subsided. I slowly and gently sucked at his cock to get the last of
his cream out before letting it slip from my mouth and moving back up the
bed to lie beside him. He looked at me in the dim light that was coming in
the windows from the just rising sun.

"What a fuckin' way to wake up!" he grinned.

"Yeah. You might remember that if you ever get the chance to sleep with
Tommy." I grinned at him.

He looked at me sheepishly.

"I still don't know what he's gonna say about all of this." Wade said
quietly.

"You'll just have to see. I can't tell you what to do but I could give you
one piece of advice." I said.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Well...if what you've done up 'til now hasn't worked, then try something
else." I said. "Maybe you've been too subtle. Maybe you need to be more
direct with him. Maybe he needs a house to fall on him!"

Wade looked at me funny.

"I don't want a house to fall on him!" he exclaimed.

"That's just and expression." I said.

God! This kid was so 'un-gay' he didn't even get WIZARD OF OZ and Judy
Garland references!  Oh, well, he was better off without them.

"Do I get a turn now?" he asked, grinning down at my hard cock.

"Sure! Have at it!" I said, laying back.

I felt his warm, wet mouth envelop my cock and I was in heaven! This kid
could suck dick! Better than some cocksuckers who were twice his age! I lay
there, gently stroking his hair and letting my hand drift down the smooth
skin of his naked back. I hated to admit this to myself, but I was really
going to miss him after I put him on that bus for Tennessee this morning! I
especially didn't want to admit just how much I was going to miss him! He
wasn't mine. He belonged to Tommy - well, that is unless Wade finds out
that Tommy doesn't want him but I really could not see that happening!

I decided to just relax, push all this out of my mind and concentrate on
the feelings that Wade was causing with his mouth and tongue on my
cock. And, FUCK! Those were some feelings! Wade evidently was a natural
cocksucker, like myself, because he took to it immediately. There was no
real need to work on 'technique' with him. The gentle sucking, the
lascivious use of his tongue against the head and shaft, his rhythmic
travels up and down the cock all combined for a very 'professional'
blowjob! He was so good, in fact, it didn't take long for me to reach the
point of no return!

"FUCK! I'M GONNA BLOW! EAT MY FUCKIN' LOAD!" I screamed out as I blasted my
seed into his sucking mouth.

I shot so much my balls ached! Wade swallowed every drop and kept sucking
for more until I had to pry his mouth off my now overly sensitive cock. I
lay there panting on the bed as Wade moved up it and planted his mouth on
mine in a passionate kiss. He'd held some of my cum in his mouth and we
shared it. It was a magnificent way to end a blowjob and one that I've
loved doing over my long cocksucking career. We lay there for a while,
making out and then I pulled away from him.

"We'd better get ready to go." I said.

"Yeah...I guess you're right." Wade said disconsolately.

I didn't say anything else. I figured it wouldn't do any good. I also knew
that when he got home and saw Tommy, all thoughts of me would leave Wade's
head. That's the way it ought to be and the way I wanted it, really. I
would never forget him and maybe, somewhere in the back of his memory, he
would remember me. I hoped, as in "Tea and Sympathy", he remembered me
kindly.  Maybe even affectionately as the man who brought him out and
helped him to discover his sexuality.

Wade went back to his room and I lay down to get a little more sleep. I
slept for about two hours and then got up, dressed and started packing. It
was about eight in the morning when Wade came knocking at the door to my
room. His Dad was with him and Wade had a small suitcase in his hand. His
Dad again thanked me for 'helping' Wade. I wondered what he would think if
he knew just how I had 'helped' his son! But what he didn't know couldn't
get me put in jail!

Wade got in the car and I stopped by the motel office to drop off my key
and pay the long distance charges for Wade's phone calls to Tommy. They
weren't nearly as expensive as I'd thought they'd be, thank God! I then
headed towards a little restaurant and Wade and I stopped for breakfast. As
we sat at the table eating we talked.

"You know I'm never going to forge you." Wade said.

"You'll have Tommy to think about." I smiled. "If things go the way we both
hope they will, you won't have time to think about anything but him."

"That's not true. If things happen between Tommy and me, it will be because
of you." Wade insisted. "Without you, I'd still be too afraid to do
anything."

"You'd have come to it eventually." I said. "Maybe not until you got to
college, but it would have happened sometime."

"But I bet it wouldn't have been as nice." Wade said quietly, avoiding
looking at me as he said it.

"Thank you. That's really good to hear. I want you to know that I'll never
forget you, either. I want you to know this has been really wonderful for
me, too."

He looked up at me grinning! What male doesn't like being told that he's a
wonderful sex partner? And how many of you have told they guy you have sex
with how wonderful he is? Have you ever said it? Have you only said it once
and figure that was enough? Think again. As hard as it is as a male to
express feelings, you need to learn to tell your partner, fuck-buddy,
whatever that you do enjoy his attentions, that he is a wonderful
lover. You'd be surprised the reaction this often takes. It's like a male
goes into 'hyper-drive' and strives to be even better! Now, who wouldn't
love that?!

We left the restaurant and headed towards Fort Myers. We didn't talk much
on the way, both of us lost in our own thoughts. The closer we got, the
harder it was becoming for me. I really didn't want this to end. I didn't
want to say good-bye to him knowing I'd probably never see him again.  But
that was life. Too often people drift into our lives, make a major
contribution and then just go away. I don't know why this has to be this
way, it just seems it is.

I stayed with Wade while he bought his ticket and waited with him for the
announcement of his bus's boarding. We talked about inconsequential things,
I don't remember what, because we were both desperately trying to avoid the
real subject of his leaving. When the boarding announcement came, we stood
and Wade reached out for me. Despite the few people around, he hugged me
and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you." he whispered in my ear.

"And I love you, too." I whispered in his.

When we broke the hug, I looked up at him.

"You've got my phone number. Call me collect any time." I said.

"I will!" he said.

I figured he probably wouldn't.

I watched him get on the bus and I watched it pull out. I waved at him,
sitting my the window as the bus went past me and he waved back. Luckily,
through the darkened glass of the bus, I'm sure he couldn't see the tears
streaming down my face. It took me a while to pull myself back together and
get back on the road. I had several hours of driving ahead of me to get
back to Fort Lauderdale. Each of those miles, I replayed the weekend in my
head. Was the joy I'd discovered in this beautiful boy worth the pain at
the ending? You bet your sweet ass it was!

I was wrong about one thing, however. Wade did call. Twice. The first call
came about a month after I got home. It was on a Saturday morning and I was
just laying in bed, my lover having gone to work and I was just being
lazy. The phone rang and I almost didn't answer it, not really wanting to
be disturbed. But I can't stand a ringing phone so I answered it. It was a
long distance operator asking me if I would accept the charges from Wade. I
said I would and then Wade's voice came on the line.

"Hey! Remember me? It's Wade!" came the strong Tennessee accent.

"Of course I remember you! It isn't every day that I meet a man that's as
good in bed as you are!"  I joked.

I decided to keep this light and sexual. I didn't want to get into the more
tender feelings that the sound of his voice was evoking in me!

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, I'm here with Tommy. He wants to talk to you." he said.

"Tommy wants to talk to me?!" I exclaimed.

What the fuck was this all about? I couldn't imagine any reason in the
world for Tommy to want to talk to me - unless he wanted to cuss me out for
having sex with Wade before he did!

"Yeah. He's got somethin' he wants to say to you. He made me make this
call!" Wade giggled.

In the background I could hear another young, male voice telling Wade not
to lie like that!

"Okay. Put him on." I said, really wondering now.

"Uhh...hi!" I heard another deep, southern accented voice.

"Hi! You must be Tommy. I've heard an awful lot about you." I said.

"Yeah, I've heard an awful lot about you, too. I guess we both know where!"
he joked.

"Yes. I know where. So, what's up?" I asked.

"Uhh...mmm...I don't really know how to put this. Uhh...I really just
wanted to thank you for what you done for Wade and me. I was missin' him
somethin' fierce." Tommy said. "I'm glad you got his parents to send him
here."

"You're very welcome, Tommy. I just felt that Wade would be happier with
you than hanging out in a motel." I said.

At this point, I wasn't sure if anything had happened between the two of
them. Tommy's next words set that straight.

"I...uhh...also want to...well...thank you for all the rest, too." he
stammered.

"Oh! So I take it that Wade told you about what we did." I said quietly.

"More than that! He showed me!" Tommy enthused.

"And I take it that it didn't bother you?" I asked, knowing that quite the
opposite had happened considering how happy he sounded.

"Fuck no! I'd wanted it to happen for so long but I just didn't know how to
get things started. I was so afraid of losing him as a friend!" Tommy told
me.

"And he was just as scared. I had a feeling that something like that was
going on between the two of you." I said.

"I don't have the right to pry into your lives but I would like to know one
small thing, out of curiosity." I said.

"What's that?" Tommy asked.

"How soon after he got there did he 'show' you about what he learned from
me?" I asked.

Tommy laughed. It was a hearty, masculine laugh that had my cock twitching
just from the sound of it and I, again, envied Wade.

"The very first night!" Tommy finally related.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me!" I laughed. "So I take it you two are
happy together?"

"I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole fuckin' life!" Tommy assured
me and in the background I could hear Wade shouting 'Me, too!'.

"And I'm happy, for both of you!" I said.

"Wade's pullin' on the phone. I'll let you talk to him again. Thank a lot,
for everything!" Tommy said.

"You're welcome." I said.

Wade came back on the line.

"I told you I'd call! You didn't think I would, didja?!" he exclaimed.

"Well...I figured that you'd be too busy with Tommy! I take it you two are
keeping each other's balls drained of cum?" I laughed.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he enthused. "Four, five times a day!"

"Has he told you that he loves you yet?" I asked.

I know! It was really none of my business but I wanted to know! After all,
I'd sort of initiated this love affair! I wanted to know if all of Wade's
dreams had come true.

"At least ten times a day!" Wade said happily. "And I tell him, too!"

"Then everything is perfect!" I smiled to myself.

"Yeah. I can't believe how fuckin' lucky I am!" Wade said.

"You deserve it! You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thanks!" he said with great sincerity in his voice. "Uhh...I don't want to
run up your bill. I just wanted you to know that everything worked out just
like you said it would."

"Thank you, Wade. I really appreciate that. Before you go, though, tell me
how your sister is doing." I asked him.

"She's still in the hospital. I talked to Dad and Mom last night but they
still don't know how things are going to turn out." he said, and I could
hear concern in his voice.

"I'll keep praying for her, then. Please let me know if there is any
change." I asked.

"Sure! Anyway, got to go! Tommy and me have to go eat. We're both starved!"
he said.

"I remember that!" I laughed. "I take it you've already fucked yourselves
silly this morning and now you've got to fuel up so you can go back at it
again!"

"You got it!" he laughed. "Good-bye...uhh...and thanks. I still love you."

"And I love you, too."

I hung up the phone with a huge smile on my face. Now my heart could rest
easy. Wade had his Tommy and the two boys were deliriously happy from the
sound of things. Of course, I knew that their lives wouldn't be a bed of
roses. Life isn't that way. But they both have gotten to experience the
best that life has to offer - love both given and returned.

There was one more phone call about three months later. Wade called me to
give me two wonderful pieces of news. His sister was home and cured of
whatever it was she had and Wade and Tommy had both gotten athletic
scholarships to the same university out of state as they'd wanted. I was so
happy for all of the news. Maybe the two boys did have a chance to make it
together. I certainly prayed so.

I never heard from Wade again. It's been a long, long time. I really don't
expect to. I'm just happy that I have this memory to hold on to. As I
promised, I never forgot him. Never forgot that beautiful boy I met by a
hotel pool.

The End of THE BOY BY THE POOL

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