Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 13:41:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Bruno <farmboy5674@yahoo.com>
Subject: It' A Man's World Chapter 5

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Thanks for continuing to read my story, and I hope you are enjoying it.
Over the next few chapters you will be introduced to a few new characters
that I hope will enhance the story for you; so stay tuned as we follow Jeff
as he explores a Man's World.  Also, I'd like to thank my editors Sharon
and Kent, without them the story would not be nearly as enjoyable.

PB


IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

Chapter 5- Welcome To The First Day of The Rest of Your Life

  After their weekend of discovery and hot sex, Bob and his boys became
closer than they had ever been.  Bob called Al and told him of the recent
events and said he would be bringing the twins to the next Men's weekend in
September.  He and the boys continued to play at least twice a week, always
being extremely careful about when and where.

  Dan was the happiest he had been in many years, finally accepting his
sexuality had lifted a huge burden from his mind.  His relationship with
his father became much stronger, even he and Tom seemed closer; but he
thought it was really a result of being completely open, there were no
secrets left.

  The Men's weekend finally arrived, and Bob introduced his son's to Lex
and the other members.  Pete was thrilled that the twins were there with
him for his first time; it was always good to have guys your own age
around.  Three boys were the hit of the weekend, and received a huge round
of applause after an incredible three-way they performed after dinner the
second night.

  After their debut at the Men's weekend, Tom, Dan and Pete started to
spend quite a bit of time together.  The twins also started to work out
regularly with Pete and Lex when they could.  Between working on the farm
and working on his body, the months flew by and before Pete knew it was
already March of '68. As of June '68 Jeff would be stationed at Lakehurst
Navel Air Station in New Jersey, less than three hours away. The guys
already had plans for a weekend together in nearby Atlantic City.

  The first weekend in March was the next scheduled Men's get-away, and
just before work on the farm got really busy.  The twins and their dad were
unable to attend so Pete arrived with his dad and Lex. There were again
about twenty-five guys attending this weekend; Pete noticed the same mix of
ages and a few new faces.  Pete was pleased; the group of men was as hot as
advertised; with body types that matched Lex and himself to some muscle
with a bit of extra padding.  He was equally surprised to see so many men
wearing gold rings; there was something about married men that turned him
on.

   Like his first visit, the men had a few beers to get acquainted then
dinner, followed by the requisite smoker film.  He was making his rounds
around the cabin when he met a very hot blond, with a very hot body and he
was wearing a gold band on his left hand.  The man was about 6'4 and built
like a wide receiver, with long lean muscles and an even longer uncut cock.

  The hot guy also noticed Pete, and he came over and introduced himself as
Mike.  Pete took the offered hand and shook it; there was something about
this guy that was especially attractive to Pete.  They grabbed fresh beers
and began to talk a bit about themselves, sports, and Pete's recent hitch
in the Navy.  Pete leaned that Mike was a high school gym teacher and
football coach, and that he was married with children; and most of all he
liked hot sweaty man sex whenever he could get it.

  Mike casually reached over and grabbed Pete's chubbed up cock, he was
telling him how much he loved fucking hot wet pussy; but how he also craved
the feeling of a hot, hard, and leaking cock filling his ass.

  "Sometimes, I don't know why, but I can be balls deep fucking my wife,
and all I can think about is a hot hard cock in my ass; and it gets me so
hot!" Mike said, "And I'd sure love to have this big hard cock in my ass."

   "And I would love to put it there. Let's go man, see if we can find a
quiet corner," Pete was saying as he led Mike over to a quiet corner of the
living room.  Pete pushed Mike back into a large chair while going to his
knees.  Taking Mike's cock in his mouth he began to run his tongue under
his skin and around the rim of its head.  After swallowing the cock a few
times, he moved down to Mike's balls giving them a good licking; and
pushing Mike's legs up to his chest started to attack his ass.  He zeroed
in on the puckered hole that was surrounded by light blond hair and started
to tongue fuck him.

  Pete was consumed by lust, and even now, while engaged in this wonton
desire, he again thought of Jeff; how am I going to explain this to him,
and better yet what will he think of me?  The thoughts kept running through
his head as he continued to rim his new friend.

  Mike's loud moaning telling Pete to hurry up and fuck him brought Pete
out of his thoughts.  Pete obliged first by standing to present his cock to
Mike for him to lube with spit, and then by lining it up to the stud's ass
and slowly entering.  Mike grunted as Pete entered him, his abs contracted
showing the washboard effect; and once he was full, he clamped down on
Pete's cock with his ass.  Pete fell into a rhythm, by pulling out almost
all the way out and pushing back in to hit Mike's love nut.

  Pete kept up his attack on Mike's hole getting closer to shooting his
load.  Mike's hole was wet, hot, and tight; Pete felt like his cock was
surrounded with velvet.  Feeling himself getting closer he pulled out and
gave his cock two quick strokes and shot five huge loads of cum from Mike's
head to his chest.  Pete moved up and Mike took his cock into his mouth and
cleaned it off.

  "Okay stud," Mike said, "It's my turn, follow me." He led Pete into the
first floor bathroom and climbed into the tub. "Alright big boy, I want a
bath of used beer."  Pete aimed his cock and started to cover Mike in his
piss, starting at his head, and then moving down to his cock.  Mike grabbed
his cock and started to jerk off while trying to catch as much of Pete's
hot piss in his mouth as he could, letting some spill out down over his
chest and down his tight muscled body.

  Mike's wet body glistened with Pete's piss.  He kept running his hand
across his abs to catch the liquid and use it for lube as he jerked off.

  "Oh fuck," Mike screamed as he shot his cum up onto his stomach. Pete's
flow slowed and Mike scooped up his cum with Pete's piss and licked it off
his hands.

  Pete pulled Mike up and gave him a deep kiss, tasting his own piss and
Mikes cum on the man's lips.  "Anytime you want a re-match let me know hot
stuff," Pete said.  "You can bet on that, guy," Mike said giving him a
quick kiss.  Pete walked away from the encounter excited but with a few
concerns, the biggest was how much he was enjoying his newfound sexuality
and of course how Jeff would react.

    The rest of the weekend was just as hot.  Pete continued to have a good
time and headed home with his dad and Lex, drained and sated.

  For the next few months waiting for Jeff to get to Lakehurst, Pete had a
lot of time to think about the turn his life had taken.  Coming home to the
farm and meeting Lex of course changed his life forever.  While he enjoyed
playing with Lex and his dad, and the twins, not to mention the Men's
weekend, he needed to decide how he would explain this all to Jeff; and the
bigger question was how would he react?  More important than all of that,
how did he really feel about Jeff?  Was he really in love?

  The night before Jeff was to leave and meet Jeff in Atlantic City, he lay
in his bed tossing and turning.  He couldn't settle his mind and get to
sleep. Frustrated and desperate or answers, he made his way down the hall
to his dad's room.  He slowly opened the door and walked to his sleeping
father's bedside.

  Al awakened, sensing someone in the room to see a naked Pete standing
next to the bed looking down.

   "Sorry to wake you Dad, but I can't sleep," Pete said.

  "Ok, climb in Buddy," Al said pulling back the sheet to expose his own
equally naked body.

  Pete got in with his back to his father, who immediately wrapped his arms
around him spooning him tightly. "What's on your mind, Sonny?" Al asked.

  Pete smiled in the dark; he still loved it when his dad used his
childhood nickname.

 "It's Jeff, Dad.  I want to tell him about what's been going on, but I'm
afraid of how he'll react," Pete sighed, "And the biggest problem is
telling him how I feel about him, hell, I'm not even sure."

  Al thought for a minute before replying.  "How long have you and Jeff
been friends?" he asked already knowing the answer.

  "Since we were seven years old, that's seventeen years." Pete replied
smiling remembering the day he met Jeff.

  "Do you think that something like you playing around with guys would get
in the way of your friendship?" Al asked.

  "I hope not, we've been through a hell of a lot together," Pete replied,
letting his mind quickly run trough years he had spent with Jeff.

  "Do you want to play with Jeff the same way that you have with Lex and
me?"

  "Well you know we've jerked off together and have jerked off each other.
And to tell you the truth, lately when I get to thinking about him I get
really hard.  I've started fingering my ass while jerking off pretending
it's him fucking me," Pete said quietly.

  "Ok, well how do you feel about Jeff, like how do you feel when you get
one of his letters or he calls?"  Al pressed, hoping Pete would see where
he was going.

  "My heart starts to race.  I mean I miss him so much, when I hear his
voice it makes my chest tight." Pete turned in his Father's arms to face
him.  "Does that mean I'm in love with him Dad?" Slowly Pete was starting
to put a name to feelings he had felt for more almost seventeen years, and
that he never understood.

  "Could be," Al said, adding, "Only you can answer that, but it's
something I've thought was true for quite sometime. And if it's true, and
he feels the same way I'd be very happy for you." He finished, pulling Pete
into a tight hug.

  "But you owe it to him and to yourself to tell him, give him a chance,"
Al said, stroking Pete's back. "But most of all give yourself a chance."

  Pete knew what he had to do, but it scared him.  He needed strength; he
could either be starting a new life with someone he loved with all his
being, or potentially destroying the best friendship of his life.

  Pete felt safe, wrapped in his father's arms, but what lay before the
next day still frightened him.  "Dad," he said almost in a whisper, "I need
you to fuck me tonight; I need you to give me your strength."

  Al kissed his son, "Ok Sonny, if that's what you want." He said as he
rolled Pete onto his back and started to kiss Pete's neck, then continue
down his chest.  Stopping at his nipple, he began to chew on it lightly,
causing Pete to moan and squirm.  Grabbing Pete's hands, he pushed the
boy's arms up over his head exposing his hairy armpits.  Al shoved his face
in one and started to lick and chew it, the taste and the light scent of
sweat was always intoxicating.

  "Oh God Daddy, eat my pits!" Pete nearly screamed and he felt the weight
of his father on top of him.  He could feel his father's cock press against
his leaking pre-cum like a faucet.

  Al abandoned his pits to kiss his way down his chest to his abs, quickly
engulfing Pete's also very hard and leaking cock, sucking it quickly into
his mouth, relishing the taste of his boy's pre-cum. Al grabbed Pete's legs
under his calves and pushed them back, rolling Pete back and exposing his
hairy puckered hole; and he dove into Pete's ass like a madman, spreading
the cheeks and spearing the hole with his tongue.

  Pete was moaning loudly as his father worked with tongue, fingers and
spit to prepare him for his thick beer-can size cock.  "Please Daddy, I
need your cock in me, I need you to give me your strength," Pete panted as
his father worked his ass.

  Al pulled back; the light from an almost full moon enabled him to see
that the boy's asshole was throbbing with anticipation.  He raised himself
to his knees and let a huge glob of spit drop down on his hard throbbing
cock.  After spreading over it his thick cock head he, placed it at the
boy's hole and pushed.

  Pete hissed as his father's cock pushed past his anal ring.  "Aww fuck
Dad, I love your big fat Daddy cock in my ass! Fuck me hard Daddy, make a
man out of me, fill me with your cum and give me your strength!" Pete cried
out. Saying these words out loud only heightened the experience, hearing
his fantasies verbalized added another level to the sexual stimulation he
was receiving as his father fucked him hard.

  He welcomed the full feeling he felt when a cock was in his ass; he
squeezed his ass muscles around the cock causing his father to moan.  "Fuck
me Dad, fuck me hard."

  Pete shouted, then he pulled his father's head down for a deep kiss,
releasing him he said, "Wait Dad, I wanta get on my knees," And slowly
maneuvered himself around onto his knees without getting off his father's
cock.

  "Go for it, fuck me hard Dad, pound my love nut until you make me cum!"
Pete shouted as he pushed his ass back to meet his father's thrusting hips.

  Al went at his son's ass like a pile driver, his hairy balls slapping
against Pete's ass. The heat from his son's hot tight hole and his son's
pleading was driving him over the edge quickly.

  Pete noticed the change in his father's breathing.  Sensing that he was
going to cum he said, "Wait Dad, don't cum in my ass.  I want you to cum in
my mouth; I need you to feed me your seed to make me strong."

  "Fuck," Al shouted, as he pulled his cock from his boy's hot ass. "Boy
you'd better get on it quick," he said.

  Pete spun around and drove right on his dad's cock and started to suck
the throbbing cock with long deep strokes.  Every time he sucked his
father's cock it thrilled him, knowing that he was sucking the cock that
made him was exhilarating.

   Very quickly, Al felt his cock ready to explode, just a few more strokes
and he shouted, "Take it boy, drink the seed that made you."

   The first shot hit the back of Pete's throat; he sucked hard while shot
after shot of his father's cum filled his mouth.  His father bucked wildly
as he came and Pete held onto his thick thighs to steady himself.  Pete
swallowed every drop and licked his dad's cock clean.

  He lifted he head and kissed his father deeply.  "Thanks Dad, I really
needed to have you in me, I needed to pull some of your strength into me
for tomorrow."

  Al hugged Pete closely to him. "Well I thought you were strong enough
already, but I hoped it helped," he said pulling them down onto the bed.
"Now how 'bout we empty this loaded gun?" Al said while grabbing Pete's
hard cock.

  "No Dad, I don't want to cum.  I want to save that load just in case Jeff
wants to play," he said quietly.  "At least I hope I get the chance, and if
I do I want it to be a big one".

  "Fine," Al said spooning behind Pete, "let's get some rest; you're going
to need it," he said before kissing the boy's neck and closing his eyes.

  The next morning found Pete driving north to New Jersey across the
Delaware Memorial Bridge headed to meet Jeff in Atlantic City.  It was a
beautiful sunny day, and he hoped the weather would continue like this for
the next three days.  He had splurged and booked two nights at the
Chalfonte-Haddon Hall Hotel, the largest hotel on the boardwalk.  He wanted
everything to go just right for his reunion with Jeff.

  Jeff was borrowing a car from a buddy who had weekend duty and it was
arranged that they would meet in the lobby at noon in front of the penguin
fountain.  Pete arrived and found his way into the hotel just a few minutes
after noon.  Scanning the lobby looking for the fountain and Jeff, he could
feel his heart pounding with anticipation.  He had just turned the corner
and there was Jeff, standing facing the fountain.  Pete walked up behind
and quietly said, "Hey sailor, looking for a good time?"

  Jeff whirled around and grabbed Pete into a back-slapping hug.  Pete
pulled away, smiling he said, "Damn boy, it good to see you."  Stepping
back and looking Jeff up and down he commented, "Man, what's with all the
muscle?" Pete was amazed at how big Jeff had gotten.  His huge chest pushed
though his banlon polo shirt, and his biceps looked to be twice the size of
Pete's and his thighs stretched the fabric of his jeans tightly.

   Jeff laughed, "Well when you told me about how much you were working
out, I figured I better get on it.  Wouldn't want you showing me up, farm
boy."  "Farm boy my ass, don't forget where you came from, sailor boy."
Pete said punching Jeff's shoulder.

  "Come on, let's get checked in and hit the boardwalk, I'm hungry." He led
Pete to the front desk.

  Once in the room, Jeff pulled a surprised Pete into a hug. "God Petey,
it's so good to see you." Pete held on enjoying the closeness of his
friend, but somewhat surprised by the show of affection.

  "Same here Stinky," Pete said his voice tight with emotion using the
nickname Pete gave him in high school.

  "Come on guy; let's hit the boardwalk for lunch and a beer," Pete said
heading for the door.

  The boy's walked the boardwalk and took in the sights while talking the
whole time getting caught up.  It was funny, even though they wrote each
other every week and spoke by phone at least twice a month it seemed there
was still much to say.  And as always, it felt as if they were never apart.

  They found a quiet bar late in the afternoon and settled into a booth
with a pitcher of beer.  Most of the discussion revolved around plans for
next May when Jeff's enlistment was up.  Before they knew it, three hours
had passed along with a half a dozen pitchers of beer.  Noticing it was
already seven pm, the boy's decided to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant
next door.

  Back at the room, the guys were getting ready to call it a night.  Pete
was a bundle of nerves; he didn't know how to play this.  Should he tell
Jeff tonight or wait until tomorrow.  Sitting on the bed lost in thought he
wasn't even aware that Jeff was talking to him.

  "Pete" Jeff called while shaking Pete's shoulder.  "What's up man, you're
like out in space."

  "Sorry man, my ass is dragging; I still had to do my chores this morning
before I left," Pete said.

  "Yeah right, like it has nothing to do with all the beer you just sucked
down," Jeff said and laughed as he pulled off his jeans.
  The hotel room was fairly large with two double beds.  Jeff jumped on the
bed nearest the window and patted the spot next to him. "Come on Petey;
sleep with me tonight like when we were kids."

   Looking at his longtime friend lying nearly naked on the bed was a jolt.
Jeff always had a good build but he had really packed on the muscle since
Pete had seen him last.  Jeff had very little hair on his chest, but had an
amazing trail straight down through an incredible six-pack of abs to a very
dense bush and what he knew to be very hairy low hanging balls.

  "Aw man, I don't know.  Wouldn't you rather sleep by yourself now that
we're adults?" Pete answered nervously.

  "Whataya mean, we've been sleeping together since we were seven," Jeff
said incredulously.  "What's wrong Petey, you've been acting weird ever
since we got back to the room?" Jeff asked.

  Pete decided to do as Jeff requested and climbed in bed next to him.
"Nothings wrong, guess I'm just a little tired."

  "Man, I hope not.  I was hoping you'd give me one of your special hand
jobs tonight, you know how it is in the barracks, hard to find the privacy
to rub one out," Jeff said moving closer to Pete so that they completely
touching from shoulder to their legs.

  Pete looked down and saw that Jeff was already hard in his
skivvies. "Yeah, well what do I get out of the deal?" he asked pushing into
Jeff with his shoulder.

  "Man I won't leave you hanging; we'll do each other together like
always," Jeff said reaching over and grabbing Pete's cock.

  Pete was reluctant only because he didn't trust himself to stop at
trading hand jobs.  The combination of beer, Jeff's new bulked up body and
his desire to be with his buddy threatened to cause Pete to cross a line.

  Both guys quickly lost their shorts, and like so many times before shot a
big glob of spit in their hand and grabbed each other's cock.

  They both were getting into a good rhythm, working each other's foreskin
back and forth, "Man this feels so fucking good buddy." Jeff moaned as Pete
rubbed his thumb over his sensitive cock head.

  Pete was getting very turned on as well and as he feared, the beer
lowered his inhibitions.  "Well if you like that, how bout this." He said
before diving down and engulfing Jeff's throbbing hard cock in this throat.

  "Holy shit Pete, awwh...fuck...what the fuck are you doing?" Jeff all but
shouted while Pete was working up and down his cock, running his tongue
under his foreskin and licking all around the shiny sensitive head.

  Pete came up off Jeff's cock and continued to stroke it.  "Just thought
you might like to try something new," Pete said before going back down on
his buddy's cock.

  Jeff moaned enjoying the sensations caused by Pete's hot mouth. He never
experienced anything like this in his young life.  He was freaking out, he
loved what Pete was doing but he was afraid of what it meant.  He was
getting very close to cuming, he needed to cum, panting with excitement he
said, "Go head cock sucker, take my fucking load." And started to shoot
volley after volley of hot cum in Pete's mouth.

  Pete swallowed his cum and licked Jeff's cock clean before sitting up.
Looking up into Jeff's eyes, he saw many things, fear, shock, confusion and
most upsetting disgust.  Just then Jeff spat, "Man, that was unbelievable,
but I ain't doing that, I'm not a fucking faggot."

  The air rushed out of Pete's lungs as his world collapsed.  Out of all
the things he thought Jeff might say he never thought he would be so cruel.
He began to shake; he could feel the tears starting to fill his eyes.  He
pushed them back; he would not allow himself to cry in front of Jeff,
especially about this.  He got off the bed, grabbing his skivvies and
started across the room.  "Sorry," he said, "it must have been the beer."
Climbing in the other bed, he turned his back to Jeff and closed his eyes.

  Jeff sat on the bed looking across the room at his friends back.  'FUCK!'
He screamed in his head. 'Why did I have to say that?'  Jeff had always
wanted to try more than just the hand jobs they traded, but he was too
afraid to tell Pete.  He was locked into the military mentality and before
this, the high school jock mentality.  Now his buddy was lying across the
room in a fetal position because he took a chance, the chance he himself
always wanted to take but was too scared, and he never had the balls.

  Jeff got off the bed and moved across the room to sit on Pete's bed.  He
reached out and touched his friends shoulder, and Pete flinched.  Jeff's
heart broke.  How could he have ever hurt Pete like this, the one person
who had always been there for him?  He pulled his hand as if it was
scorched.  "Petey," he said quietly, "I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to say
that."

  "It's fine Jeff, I was way off base.  It'll never happen again," Pete,
said, his voice shaking with emotion.  "Let's just get some sleep," he
finished without turning around to face Jeff.

  Jeff went back to his bed and lay down.  He wanted to climb into Pete's
bed and hold him, to tell him everything was all right and beg him for
forgiveness.  But he stayed in his bed, figuring he'd let Pete sleep and
then talk to him in the morning.  It took a long time for Jeff to fall
asleep, his mind replayed the events of the evening over and over, like a
movie on a loop.  What was he going to do; and he kept seeing the hurt look
on Pete's face before, finally falling into a fitful sleep.

  Pete lay in his bed still curled up in the fetal position and silently
crying.  Everything was ruined know, he fucked everything up because he
couldn't control himself.  Now Jeff hated him, called him a faggot, well
there's no going back now he decided.  First thing in the morning he'd
clear out, go back home and try to move on.

  Pete finally fell into a fitful sleep; and he woke with a start, not
knowing where he was, then he turned over and saw Jeff asleep in the other
bed.  He was happy to see his friend, the buddy he had missed very much,
until it all came rushing back, Jeff saying he wasn't a fucking faggot.  He
had to get out of there before Jeff woke up.

  Jeff woke up when he heard the bathroom door close.  He looked over and
saw Pete's bed empty except for his suitcase.  He looked around and noticed
Pete had packed his stuff.  What the fuck is going on.  He couldn't let him
leave before he talked to him.  He sat up on the bed just as the door
opened and Pete stepped out of the bathroom; Pete froze at the sight of
Jeff.

  "What are you doing, why are you packed?" Jeff asked.

   Pete looked at the floor, gathering his strength and trying to keep his
composure he said, "I think it's best if I just head on home." Taking his
suitcase from the bed and looking up at Jeff, with such heartbreak in his
eyes that it cut into Jeff like a knife. "I'm really sorry.  I won't bother
you again." And he turned to walk to the door.

   Now it was Jeff's world that was collapsing.  Pete was the person who
was connected with every good memory he had over the last seventeen years,
he was a constant connection to the boy he once was; he loved him more than
anyone, more than his own brothers and sisters.  Jeff could never talk to
anyone but Pete, only Pete understood him, they were like two halves of a
whole.

  "Petey, stop!" Jeff shouted as he leaped across the room and grabbed Pete
by the arms. Tears had already starting to fall down his cheeks at the
thought of losing him.  He turned Pete around, still holding on to him and
looked into his equally wet eyes.

  "Petey please, you can't leave," he cried.

   Pete went rigid.  "Why should I stay, maybe you want to beat my faggot
ass and teach me a lesson."  He spat the words at Jeff.

  "No! God no!"  Jeff replied, horrified that Pete would ever think such a
thing. "Please, let's just sit and talk this through."

  Pete sighed, his shoulders dropped.  He really wanted to stay but he was
afraid.  But if Jeff thought he was a faggot last night, what would he
think after he told him the rest.  No, maybe it's best just to make a clean
break.

  "No Jeff, I'm sorry, you're right.  You're not a faggot and I'm sure you
really don't want one as a friend," Pete said with just a little too much
anger.

  With tears steaming down his face, Jeff let go of Pete and looked down at
the floor.  "No, I guess you're right."

  Looking back up into Pete's eyes he continued, "I may not want a faggot
for a friend, but I do want the only person in the world I love for a
friend."

  It took a full second for the words to register in Pete's mind.  He
looked again at Jeff who was smiling, with tears still streaming down his
face.

  Shaking his head up and down Pete asked, "Yeah?"

  With the same shake of his head and a smile Jeff said, "Yeah." Then
taking Pete in his arms, he moved in and placed his lips squarely on a
shocked Pete's mouth.  Pete opened his mouth and allowed Jeff's tongue to
enter.  They shared a deep soulful kiss before breaking.

  Holding tightly onto Jeff, Pete said, "Stinky, I love you so much." And
then kissed Jeff again.

  Jeff pulled back and started to wipe the tears from Pete's cheeks.
Leading him over to the bed he said, "Can we start over buddy, and this
time I promise not to be an asshole."

  Lying on the bed with Jeff, Pete said, "Fine, but let's see how you feel
after I get you caught up with my new life on the farm."


              To be continued...


Editor's Corner:
         WOW!  Pete and Jeff had a lot of very personal baggage each had to
sort through.  The need for more openness is an essential for any
relationship that is to flourish and they have now taken the first step.
	But will they be able to take more small steps as this short break
together continues?  Will Jeff's time left in the military become a
problem?  Will he be willing to leave the Navy and live in a gay
relationship openly?  How will Pete's dad Al respond to a new "son-in-law"?
How, if at all, will the definition of "Man's World" be finalized?  These
are just a few of the questions that I hope will be answered in subsequent
chapters.
	Please join me in emailing our author at: farmboy5674@yahoo.com as
your comments, suggestions, and reactions are the only pay he gets for his
sharing his ideas with us via this story!

--Kent D.  (Editor: yagoh2@aol.com)