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Oh dear lord, if a bit over 1400 words is gonna fry my synapses, I shudder to think what a longer chapter is gonna do... Mucho caliente Mama...and I ain't describing the 100 degree day with a dewpoint north of 70 here at the farm....than god for handy facecloths... Off to the showers boys and others...

This chapter had me chuckling at Ercole's antics....he's like the, energizer bunny

One thing is for certain, amongst this group peccadillos abound...Can't add much to the comments but I would be calling Owen on the way home if it isn't too late, or before breakfast... Then there's this....drunk logic that almost makes sense...Well done, I found this very entertaining and very enjoyable!!! More please and thanks!!!! Stephen smacked Percy in the back of the head as he said, “Underwear can’t be gay.” Percy rubbed his head as he glared at Stephen. He said, “I didn’t think my asshole could be gay, and then Five stuck his dick in it. And my gay asshole definitely liked it.” “Well, if I’m to be honest,” Five said thoughtfully as he tilted his head as he stared at Percy. “My dick kind of liked your gay asshole.” “Underwear and assholes can’t be gay,” Timothy said as he rolled his eyes. “Only the penis in the underwear can be gay.” “Whew,” Five said as he wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. He looked at Percy and said sadly, “I guess it’s my straight dick and your gay asshole from now on.”

Oh the memories… Old man?” I laughed as I clutched my chest. “Boy, I’ve been sucking dick since I was twelve.” That seemed to open the door. Stanley laughed and apologized. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just can’t picture someone your age in bed with another man.”

Just a tiny bit of foreshadowing...hummm Four very young men parted feeling exceptionally good about life. Fortunately they were all too young to have been hit by any kind of adversity… yet. And Handsy Randy, he of the russian hands and roman fingers, needs to be hit by a transit bus or subway car...just saying...

A masterpiece in descriptive English and prose, well done!!!

Well...it wasn't exactly a kick to the groin or a blow towards his pride but Franz can chalk it up to new experiences... As to Jolanda...here's a prayer that her comeuppance is complete and thorough....

Well now, if Janek isn't the one of his dreams, shouldn't Marc not be leading him on, or at least have a healthy discussion considering they are tossing the 'L' word around...hope a messy ending isn't in store for Janek...or Marc doesn't succumb to an ankle biter....

Well, this is a heck of a start...an unexpected visitor to say the least and most likely thru the weekend...and longer??? BTW, it sounds like the parents both need two behind the ear....

One door closes and another door will open, Matt has a quandary to navigate. I would seem as if going home to see 'mother' is not a choice, and the path back to Windy Island is always a consideration. I suspect Matt may spend a few days in Turkey to sightsee before heading back towards Scotland...

Here in Central Massachusetts, we are under a tropical heat wave with temps from the low 80's to mid-90's and expected temps to reach a real-feel temp of 100 tomorrow. Humidity, and I need to remember it isn't the heat but the stupidity @Summerabbacat..., in the 70 plus range. Spoke with my neighbor farmer yesterday and he told me his dog was chasing the cat...both were lying down... I just loved the slow burn of this chapter and the character development... @Andr0gene, were you leading me on about Ch 21...I just laid in an extra box of tissues and freshly washed bath/shower towels... Well, in Europe, where I live, we're in heat, we're hot, we're simmering, we're smoldering, it's quite warm.

From the frying pan to the fire....hopefully Makayla isn't badly hurt and time to say vamoose to the Ponderosa....and skedaddle back home...

That being said....

Kind of like Abbot and Costello's "Who's on First" comedy sketch....

Oh, my goodness, looks like kingdoms are being lost/given away everywhere...

Talk about an open and shut case...the evil twin was so careful in plotting and planning, but very neglectful as to matters in the home....

They were guests in company of others, there are times and places to fight your battles, this wasn't one of them. It was as I said inconsiderate and rude...

Could this be true love???

An interesting chapter and yes, the boys were reckless...Devin especially so...the boys need to learn that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor. That sometimes taking into consideration that other people's feelings and concerns need to be respected...talk about rude and immature... “And Devin and I are going to do this,” I stated firmly while looking directly at my mom.

But does Marc know about the last conversation between Janek and his scumbag brother???? And....No fair leaving us with coitus interruptus......grrrrrr!!!!

Another chapter that had me totally delighted...and the bonus was even though I was laughing so hard, I was able to keep dry!!! No trip to Mr. Washing Machine for me!!!

And I thought 'hot/goat yoga was weird....

I have to think that rather than a serial monogamist, Donald Mitchel was an exploiter, not only for his art but his peccadillos... It was not a remarkable story; two men, one experienced, the other naïve and inexperienced. For one it was a pleasant diversion and a means to an end; Donald Mitchell seems to have been what Mother calls a serial monogamist. True to the current person, but liable to change. Greg, however, was the focus of Mitchell’s intense artistic scrutiny as well. This created expectations that Mitchell had neither ability nor intention to fulfil. The result was some fine art and one fucked-up kid.

Another classic from our very talented author, in this tale we get to visit a new world full of possibilities. A richly described story of love, one can only hope to revisit sometime in the near future!!!

Truly delightful and such a sweet story about love!!! And the understanding that deep feelings need room to grow and not forced like a hothouse flower.... I want better for Derek, he decided then and there. I want him to be happy. And then he was filled with surprise at his very own thoughts. Happiness was not something one could command. It could be given, yes. Or, the basis for it could be given. But the feeling itself? It must come from within, not without. So the question became, how to have Derek make his own happiness, while also allowing Kieron to share in it?