Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2012 22:24:01 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Drive in Pisser part 15

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Drive in Pisser part 15

The hot July sun beat down upon my shirtless body, as I worked the pile of
trash before me down towards the front of the drive in.  My blower whining
at full throttle, blowing the hot air in front of me, was whipping the
garbage into little tornados of dust and trash.  Sweat oozed from every
pore of my skin, leaving me slick with sweat.  Looking to my left, I could
see Eric, similarly dressed as I was; work boots, cut off jean shorts,
bandana tied around his head, sunglasses shading our eyes from the bright
sun, sweat gleaming off his young body, he worked as I did, moving the vast
amount of left over trash in front of him.  Fuck this place is a mess, I
screamed in my head.  It was, by far the worst I'd ever seen it.  Every
row, every space had a pli, of trash at the speaker posts.  Half eaten hot
dogs and pizza lay cooking on the scorching pavement.  Mounds of popcorn
littered the ground like snow.  Cans and bottles of beers and soda, half
empty cups of over-priced soda tipped and spilled there stale liquid in hot
rivers, mixing with the dust making stagnant mud puddles, which were soon
dispersed as we swept out blowers back and forth.

I continued forward, slowly, until I came upon a slightly crumpled brown
paper bag that didn't move as it should have.  I hit it full force with the
nozzle of my blower and it barely moved.  My curiosity piqued, I slowed my
blower and moved to kick the bag with my foot.  Lessons learned in the
past, you never just bend over and fiddle with the garbage.  Too many times
Eric and I had been stung by bees and wasps who were feasting on the
contents of the discarded trash.  My foot moved the bag slightly, it seemed
heavy.  With no sign of bees or other stinging insects, I lay my blower
down and squatted to do a closer inspection.  With just my thumb and fore
finger, I pinched the bottom of the bag, shaking it gently, moving the
contents closer to the opening.  Between Eric and myself, we'd found all
manner of things left by the movie goers.  I mean it; you'd be shocked by
what people left us as tips, as we called it.  We have found anything, and
everything; from the cool and interesting; to the gross and disturbing;
Wallets and jewelry, which we turn in to see if they are claimed.  Lose
money and coins, which on a good day could amount to twenty to thirty
bucks; all manner of sex toys, pocket pussies, vibrators and dildos to
handcuffs; and drugs, lots of drugs.  Pot, hash, coke & acid were among our
more common finds, as well as the paraphernalia used to ingest the
drugs. So I wasn't too surprised to see a nice pot pipe roll out of the bag
onto the pavement.  Shaking a bit harder, a plastic baggie began to emerge
with about an eight of pot inside.  This baggie was followed by another,
and another.  I stopped shacking the bag, and reached to pull the baggies
free; three, four, five, six.  I set these to the side, and shook the paper
bag, dumping the contents onto the ground.  Eight more baggies with varying
amounts of pot spilled onto the ground and then were covered up by a large
amount of cash.  I looked around quickly, I guess to see if anyone else had
seen.  I quickly stuffed everything back into the paper bag and crunched it
into as small a wad as possible.  I stood up and looked around again, no
one.  Well no one by Eric, who was oblivious to everything but his work and
his Walkman.  I forced the bag into my back pocket and quickly got back to
work, nervously looking to see if anyone was watching.  Looking back, I
realize just how paranoid I was.  I mean the drive in was surrounded on all
sides by a wooded area and was fenced off.  Both the front entrance and the
exit were gated and locked, so no one could see me.  However, Eric and I
had, as we always did, smoked a huge fatty prior to starting work, so this
said, paranoia is understandable.

It took us another hour of blowing to get all the trash to the front, and
another hour working with the pig to collect and bag all the trash.  By
this time it was about one, and both of us were filthy with dirt, grim and
sweat.  We headed back to the concession stand to take a break.  Eric
grabbed the garden hose and began to cool off under its stream.  I headed
into our little retreat to examine my find in more detail.

"Hey fucker, don't you want to rinse off?"  Eric called out to me; "It's
fucking hot and I know you stink, cuz I stink."  I remained silent, as I
stood under our beat up umbrella, the crunched up paper bag lying on our
make-shift table.

I jumped when I felt a hand slide across the small of my back, sidestepping
to see who was there.  "Shit Jimmy," Eric chided me, "what the fucks up
with you?"

I moved back to where I'd been standing, Eric's hand gingerly retouching my
back.  "Hey, are you OK?" He asked, his hand feeling its way up my back,
sliding across my slick skin.  "Dude, you are like so fucking hot.  You're
like burning up, Come here, let's get some cool water on you."  Eric's hand
grabbed my shoulder and began to pull me back, but I refused to move.  Eric
stopped pulling and moved back up beside me.  It was then that I think he
noticed the crumpled bag on the table.  We exchanged looks, and I reached
out and dumped the contents onto the table.  "HO-LY SHIT," was the only
thing Eric said.



In total, there were fourteen baggies of pot which varied in amount from
eights to quarters to halves.  Then there was the money; five hundred and
forty dollars in total.  There was also empty baggies and a finger scale,
and let's not forget the really cool, expensive looking pipe.  After
sitting there looking at our "treasure", I began to investigate the
baggies.  I soon realized that there were several types of weed, from
regular mex, red haired cense, and this really sweet smelling stuff that
was covered in white hairs and was full of crystals.

I'd heard of this white haired stuff from the guy I bought from.  I had
never been able to buy any, as it was extremely expensive and very rare.
Although one time, I was kicking it at his house, and he did let me take
two hits off a joint of it with him.  Phew, it was some kick ass shit.  He
told me that the street name was white widow; he called it "boner weed"
because it always gave him a boner.  I burst out laughing at this
admission, telling him he was full of shit.  Now I should explain a little
about my "dealer".  He was the friend of a friend, and this was the only
way you could buy from him.  At first, I found him scary, but for whatever
reason, he and I had become friends, good friends.  He was involved with
this girl, who was an artist and they had a kid.  His business was kept
separate from all this, but I did know his lady and we got along fine.  The
buddy that hooked me up with this guy got pissed at the friendship I had
developed with Frank, my "dealer".  My bud told me that he'd known Frank
for a long time and had never been able to get as friendly as I had with
him.  Frank knew I was gay, and told me he was never "threatened" by that.
His lady teased him about how friendly he and I were, and even joked with
us about me not needed money.  "Just suck his cock, and he'll give you all
you want," she use to say.  Ok, so this time he let me take a couple of
tokes of this white widow, and he tells me he calls it boner weed, well
like I said, I was hysterical, leaning over on to him as we sat on his
couch.  My laughter was contagious and soon Frank was laughing just as hard
as me.  Then, as if to prove his point, Frank grabs my hand and shoves it
onto his crotch.  I yank my hand away; "Hey what the fuck are you doing," I
ask him, Frank still laughing, and snorting;

"I thought you liked dick?  I want you to see I ain't lying."  He slide
forward a bit, exposing his crotch more, then again took my wrist and put
my hand on his crotch.  "Relax man, it's cool, just relax.  It ain't like
you're hitting on me or forcing yourself.  I'm letting you do it. I really
WANT you to feel it.  See, fuck it makes me so fucking hard."  He leaned
his head back but kept looking at me.  He was hard; I could feel his big
cock through his jeans.  At first I just left my hand there, feeling the
heat of his cock coming through his jeans, his cock pulsing under my touch.
He held my hand there for a few minutes, while he continued to look at me.
I tried to relax, but I was freaking out.

"You alright buddy?"  Frank asked me in a hushed quiet, almost sexy voice.
I nodded my head yes, and Frank chuckled; "Like hell you are.  You surprise
me Jimmy.  I've seen you checking me out, looking at my bulge, licking your
lips, like you wanted to drop and blow me.  So now I let you feel me and
you freeze, what's up with that?"  He gently moved my hand over his crotch.

"I don't know," I whispered.  "Ok, yeah, I have checked you out.  Yeah I
have thought about giving you head, especially after Lisa said what she
did."

Frank laughed again; "She's a trip bud, best lady in the world, and she
really digs you, but she ain't here right now.  It's just you and me, so
relax and take this very rare opportunity to explore."  He released my
wrist, and pushed his hand onto mine.  "I have always respected you.  I
respect you now," pressing his hand again against mine; "and I will always
respect you, OK?"  Frank took his hand from mine and put it around my neck,
pulling me against him.  He rested his head against mine, his breath warmly
blowing through my hair.  I began to slowly rub his cock through his jeans,
feeling his hardness beneath my hand, a soft moan escaping his lips.
"Yeah, that feels so fucking awesome," he whispered to me.  I continued to
rub him as he took a huge hit of this special weed.  His hands guided my
head so our faces were close enough to kiss.  "Here, shotgun," he softly
croaked, and began to blow smoke into my mouth.  As he blew, he pressed his
crotch against my rubbing hand and moaned.  His hands were still on the
sides of my face, moving my head back and forth as we shared the smoke; my
hand rubbing harder on his swollen cock.  I took all the smoke I could, but
he wouldn't let me pull away, keeping our lips mere millimeters from each
other's.  "Oh man this shit makes me so fucking horny.  Lisa ain't much
into foreplay, and usually wants to just fuck, fuck, fuck."  His eyes never
once looked away from mine, and I began to exhale a very pale smoke from my
lungs.  Frank opened his mouth and breathed as I continued to exhale.  He
opened his mouth and closed his lips around my mouth as my lungs purged
into his.

Frank's hand softly caressed my head and face, my long hair slipping
through his fingers as he held his mouth over mine.



When I finished exhaling, he separated us, "I wasn't trying to kiss you or
shit, OK", he said chuckling.  He released my head, returning it to his
shoulder, his eyes looking down at my hand on his crotch. I prepared myself
for him to tell me to stop, that he'd had enough, but he didn't.  he just
lay back enjoying what was happening.  Every so often, moaning softly
against my head.  "You can take it out, if you want, ya know," he cooed.
"I won't stop you if that's what you want to do."  He reclined a bit more,
causing me to slide my head from his shoulder to his chest.  His hands slid
down and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, opening the zipper.  Raising his
hips slightly, he slid his jeans and boxers down over his knees, kicking
his feet his jeans flew across the floor.  He relaxed back down and I found
my head just above his abs, my eyes looking at a beautiful cock maybe six
and a half inches long.  He was cut, and his pale shaft stood out in
contrast to his pick head.  His bush was really hairy and shiny black.  His
cock stood straight up, bobbing back and forth, precum glistened on his
cock head.  I slid my hand up his thigh and cupped his extremely hot balls.
Frank spread his legs a bit, allowing me full access to his low hangers, I
fondled them in my hand.  I suddenly became aware that Frank's hand was
resting very near my crotch, and this caused my cock to throb.  I could
feel it pressing against his little finger as it did, and to my surprise,
he slide his hand over my crotch and he began to gently squeeze my cock
through my jeans.  I was in heaven, and began to think about how sweet his
cock looked, and how much I really wanted to suck it.  Almost as if he read
my thoughts, I felt his lips press against the top of my head.  "Go for it,
bud.  I know you want to," his hot breath bathing my head in passionate
heat.  "Ain't no one sucked my cock EVER, so if you want to be the first,
by all means do it."



I lowered my head and began to lick his shaft.  His quick intake of breath
telling me he was enjoying it.  I licked his entire shaft, saving the head
for last.  His precum was so sweet I had a hard time keeping myself from
just devouring his whole cock.  "Oh fucking god that feels so good.  Fuck,
don't you dare stop," his hand working to get into my jeans.  I kept
licking his cock while he worked to get my cock out.  When his fingers
finally wrapped around my shaft, I swallowed his cock completely.  Frank
groaned like an animal, thrusting his hips up, trying to get his cock
deeper, his hand gripping my cock hard, stroking it up and down.  His balls
drew up tight and I knew he was going to cum soon.  Not wanting that to
happen, I pulled off his cock and moved away from him.

"What the, where are you going," he complained.  I remained silent, moving
back over and raising his t shirt up, exposing his chest.  I leaned in and
took his right nipple in my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around his erect
nipple and bit it gently.

"AW God," he groaned.

I felt for his hand and taking it, I pulled him up, leading him towards the
bedroom.  At the door, he stopped and grabbed me from behind, his lips
pressing to my neck.  "If we go in here, I can't promise to remain a
gentleman," he said in between lite kisses.  I turned to face him, his arms
still holding me firm, our cocks now pressed together.

"I know.  All I want is for nothing to change between us.  I just want us
to still be friends."  I paused, looking at him.  "If you think you won't
be able to do that, say so now, and we'll go back."  Frank's hips pressed
into mine;

"Nothing is going to change.  I promise."

I turned again and led him into the room, frank stopping us beside the bed.
He spun me around, a strange look on his face.  "I ain't never done nothing
like this before, never really ever thought about it.  Then I met you, and
we became friend and I found out you were Queer.  Ah shit, sorry, I
didn't..."  I put a finger to his lips and smiled;

"It's fine; just say what's on your mind."

"Well, at first, when I knew about you, I didn't know what to think.  I
guess I was worried you might try and like rape me or something.  So I
figured maybe we couldn't be friends.  So as I was thinking this, I didn't
really want to lose you as a friend.  So I talked to Lisa about it; she'd
met you and like I said liked you.  So I lay it all out for her, my
thoughts my fears, everything.  She told me, to take it one day at a time
and see where it goes.  If you did something that made me feel
uncomfortable, to tell you.  I took her advice and just let it flow.  Then
I caught you checking me out.  I was shocked, not because you did it, but
because it didn't freak me out.  I found myself actually wanting you to
check me out.  I still never thought about doing anything, until today.  I
don't know why, but today just seemed right.  I don't know what's going to
happen, or how far I can go.  I can't say anything like this will ever
happen again either.  I do know that no matter what, you are my friend, my
bud, and that will not change no matter what."



I smiled at him; "That's all I want.  You control what happens today, and
if it ever happens again.  I am not the type that forces anyone to do
anything.  Hey if it works out that every time I come over, you want me to
blow you and never touch me, I'm cool with that.  If in ten minutes you
tell me to stop, and don't want to ever do it again, I'm fine with that
too."  I wanted to say more, to relax him, but he hugged me tight.



Stepping back a step, Frank began to remove my clothes.  He slid my shirt
off, and then began feeling my chest.  He leaned over and began to kiss my
shoulders and worked his way down my chest and abs.  Kneeling in front of
me he began by taking off my sandals, and caressing my feet.  He then came
up and finished opening my pants, helping me step out of them.  He caressed
my legs, working his way up, finally coming to my cock.  He stared at it
for a long while, holding it in his hands.

"I don't think I can bud, I'm sorry," his voice sounding dejected.  I
assured him it was fine and helped him stand.  I moved him to lie on the
bed, and crawled up between his legs.  I began to lick and suckle his
balls, his moans directing me as I continued.  He began pulling at me,
showing me he wanted me to lie beside him.  I did as he wanted, and went to
work sucking his cock.  His hands went right to my cock and began a slow
soft stroking as I sucked.  His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, as
I worked his balls with my hand.



"Oh shit, I can't hold back, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hand now
working my cock hard and fast.  I began to suck harder, working mostly on
his head.

"FUCK BABY, I'm gonna CUM," and with a final grunt, his cock exploded in my
mouth.  He wasn't a shooter, his cum flowed from his cock in thick rivers,
filling my mouth, which I greedily swallowed.  I don't know how many
'shots' he did, but I felt his cock throb at least eleven times.  I kept
sucking him, even after his cum stopped flowing.  I loved his cock, I was
in heaven.  This brought me to the edge and as his hand continued to stroke
me hard, I also came, my cum blasting out of my cock, flying everywhere.



I ended up sucking him twice more that day, and during the last time, he
did try to suck my cock, but again said he just couldn't.  Our little
'meetings' continued, and he actually did give me pot when I left, but
never the white widow.  I learned about a month after that first time that
he told Lisa about what happened.  He said she was cool with it, and didn't
seem to care, saying she'd rather it happen with me, a friend, than with
some bitch just looking for a hand out.  I'll tell you about the first time
I saw Lisa after me and Frank had messed around, in another chapter if
anyone wants.



So Eric and I sat there for a bit, just looking at my find.  We agreed that
some dealer might have dumped it by mistake.  We also agreed to be vigilant
and watch each other's backs.  We stuffed everything back into the back and
I hid it in the van.  Still having work to finish we headed off to clean
out the bathrooms and dump all the garbage.  Eric had family stuff to do,
and as soon as he was finished he split for home.  I kicked it for a bit,
smoked a joint I'd rolled earlier, and just lay back enjoying the hot sun
as it dried my body after I'd hosed down.



I still had several hours before Josh would be home, when I decided to
leave the drive in, so I headed out to Pawtuckaway park for a dip in the
lake.  Being midweek, there were not a lot of people there, mostly older
guys and a few families.  I hit the joint a few more times before heading
to the shower room.  I figured I'd check out if anyone was cruising, before
I swam.  I paid for my little locker and left my shades and boots there.
Slinging my towel over my shoulder, I walked through the changing room and
shower area.  Not too much going on, a few older guys were on the prowl.  I
knew I caught their attention as I sauntered through.  The lake water was
cool and refreshing, as I mainly just washed myself of a day's work. the
summer sun had darkened my skin to a nice light brown, which offset my
dirty blond hair and blue eyes.  Heading back into the changing room, I
found that only one guy was showering in the large open shower area.  He
was older, maybe mid to late forties, had a nice body and was hairy as
fuck.  His cock swung lazily before him as he washed.  I stepped up and
took the nozzle two down from him.  Hanging my towel on a hook I adjusted
the water and pretending not to notice him, I slowly stripped off my
shorts, bending to expose my ass to his eyes.  I could see him watching me,
and lingered to make sure he saw all he wanted too.  I stood up and got
under the spray, letting the hot water run off me.  I turned to face my
companion, and found him looking at me.  We exchanged greeting nods, and
both of us allowed our eyes to wander over the other.  We engaged in idle
chit chat as we washed.  Being the evil boy I was, I took my time soaping
my cock and balls.  Using long slow strokes with my soapy hands, I pulled
at my cock, and then stroked back, pulling my skin fully back exposing my
head.  My new friend had giving up on taking quick peeks and was just
staring.  I turned to face him and lathered my hair, then stood under the
water to rinse.  When I opened my eyes, I noticed that my companion had
relocated to the shower head next to me.  Our bodies touched from time to
time as we continued to linger under the water, our conversation moving
from topic to topic, and touching on sex here and there.  Suddenly, he
began to piss, a strong golden arc of fluid splashing against the floor.
Taking a chance, I dropped the small community bar of soap in front of my
new friend.  I quickly dropped, as if to get the soap, and moved in front
of my pissing bear, letting his stream hit me in the face.  My bear stopped
his stream almost as soon as it began to hit my face, but when he saw me
licking his nectar off my lips, a smile crossed his face, his cock twitched
and his stream began in force, splashing hot and hard on my face.  His hand
grabbed the top of my head and he aimed his stream at my mouth.

"Oh you fucking nasty pig boy, fuck yeah drink my juice."  My mouth was
open and as he filled it I swallowed greedily.  His piss was hot and musky,
and was making me hard as I drank.  My eyes were darting from his cock to
his face; to behind us to see if anyone was watching.  As his stream
lessened, I leaned in and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.  "Oh
yeah my sexy piggy, suck daddies cock.  Suck his seed out from his balls."
He then moved both hands to my head and began to roughly fuck my mouth. He
was soon thrusting his entire seven inches down my throat.  I reached up
and began working his sack, quickening the time until he would cum.

My bear was grunting and groaning loudly as he continued to fuck my mouth,
his hands like a vise around my head.  I soon noticed we had attracted an
audience of one.  An "old troll" had moved up and was standing under a
shower against the wall, about 4 feet from us.  His body was covered with
white hair and he was busy stroking his cock.  I turned my attention back
to my bear, working my magic to make him cum.



"OH fuck," groaned my bear, as his cock throbbed and his cum shot out and
down my throat.  I swallowed all he had to offer, loving the salty flavor.
When he came down from his high, he roughly pushed me off his cock, down to
the floor.  "Good piggy.  I'm outta here," pointing a beefy finger at me,
he ordered, "I'm here every Wednesday at this time.  I better see you here
next week."  With that he left me on the floor, and exited the room.
Happily I stood and got under my shower, my back to the wall; closed my
eyes and reveled in what had just happened.  As the water cascaded over my
body, I felt something warm encompass my cock.  Looking down, I saw the
troll, kneeling at my feet, feverously sucking my young cock.  Sudden
detest for this man turned into lust.  He released my cock from his mouth
and looked up at me, his striking hazel piercing into my soul.

"I just have to suck your beautiful cock," and he started sucking me once
again.  He was good!  His mouth was velvet on my cock, by far the vest head
I'd ever gotten.  Again he stopped and looked at me.

"Want it fast of slow."

"It doesn't matter, I'm ready now."  He took my cock into his mouth, pulled
back the skin and sucked just my head, bringing me over the top right then.
My load shot out so hard and fast, it almost hurt.  I must have blasted 9
shots into his mouth, and he drank all I gave.  I watched him drink my cum,
saw his cheeks pulsing with each swallow.  Below, I saw his cock begin to
shoot his own cum between my feet.

When we'd finished, I helped him stand, and gave him a hug.  Stepping back,
I used a finger to wipe a last drool of his cum from his cock and sucked it
off my finger.  I followed him out into the dressing room, and we chatted
as we dressed.  Together we walked out to the parking lot.  He was parked
fairly close to me, and we stood and talked near his car.

"Thank you for letting this old man get off while sucking your cock.  Not
many young guys like you would let an old fart like me blow them."

"Oh man it was awesome. I really enjoyed it, thank you."  Looking around,
he stepped closer and whispered to me:

"Do you, um, smoke refer?"  I just smiled at him an ear to ear grin.  Then
motioning to me he led me to the passenger side of his car. Opening it, he
opened the glove box and pulled out a wooden box.  Opening it he showed me
a nice stash of pot.  "Would you consider toking it up with me?"  I nodded,
and he motioned for me to get in.  I hesitated as my shorts were still
really wet, and the seats looked like real leather.  His car by the way was
huge, a Lincoln Town car, and it was mint.  Seeing my hesitation, he just
pushed me into the front seat.  "Just get in stud."  He then ran around and
climbed into the driver's seat.  We lit up and smoked a big fatty.  Good
shit, I was pretty stoned about half way through.

"I hope you don't think me too forward, but what would I have to do to get
your young cock into my mouth again?  Just name your price stud, whatever
it is to me is very worth it."  I used the controls to recline my seat and
stretch out, loving the feeling of the cool leather against my half naked
body.

"Come on stud, name it; cash, I got tons.  Drugs, I got pot, coke, acid,
pills.  Want to go on a trip?  I have a bungalow in the Caymans.  I'll fly
us there, let do what you want, as long as I can tote you as my boy and get
to sex you up whenever I want.  I mean it, you just name it."

I was stunned by all this.  I mean it was tempting, but weird in the same
time.

"Ok, I'm sorry, I am being pushy, my character flaw.  How about this," and
he turned and grabbed something form his door.  Turning back, he slid a
business card under the waistband of my shorts.  Then as he laid his hand
on my exposed crotch, he said, "just think about it, OK?"

"I will," I said smiling at him.  "I really will."  I stretched out a bit
more, and took another toke of his sweet weed.  He began to remove his hand
from my crotch, but I stopped him, moving his hand back.  He smiled a cute
smile.

"You'll never know how much you've made my day," he said giving my cock a
slight squeeze.  I handed him the joint, watching him purse his lips as he
drew in smoke for it.  We sat in silence a few minutes, his hand remaining
on my crotch.

"I could sit here with you until I died," he began.  "Yet time marches on
and I have somewhere to be.  So regretfully I must get going."

I repositioned my seat and began to ready myself to leave.  After making me
promise I'd think about it, I got out and moved around to the driver's
side.  We shook hands and he took the opportunity to feel me up one last
time.  I stood and watched him drive off, then got in my van and headed
home.

About half way there I finally looked at the card the old guy slipped into
my shorts.  Just a name and a number were embossed in gold letters.  It was
plain, simple and to the point, much like he was.  Arriving at the house, I
saw just my dad's truck, and secretly was happy.  I gathered up my stuff
and my new treasure and headed in side.

Dropping my treasure in my room I kicked off my flip flops and headed to
the laundry room.  I stripped naked and tossed my dirties in the washer.
Heading out into the house, I found my dad in the kitchen, talking on the
phone

.  Not wanting to bother him, I headed back to my room.  As I passed him,
he reached out and hugged me close, giving me a kiss on the cheek; which he
then followed with a slap on my ass. Back in my room, I flopped on my bed,
spread eagle, drifting off to sleep.



There you have it, Part 15.  Hope you enjoyed it, remember to email me and
tell me all about it!  LOL

To those of you who write to me, could you please put the story name on the
subject line?  If you don't there is a chance your much sought after email
will end up in my spam box - not a nice place to be.

Thanks to all of you who've taken the time to write to me.  I really do
love all the mail I get, and I will answer all who write.

Until next time -Peace!  OX - Jimmy