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Almost exactly the way it happened for me the first time. We were going for a course to be monitors at a summer camp, but it was canceled Arte last minute because f a lac of enough participants. We came to that city by train and there was a return only the next day. So we went to a hotel downtown and ask for a room with two beds, after telling our story to the manager, he gave us a two double beds rooms. In the room, my friend took the bed near the window and I took the other. On the black and white tv there was not much to watch the only two stations, so we went to bed early, not wanting to miss the next day’s train. Later during the night, he woke me up to ask me to come sleep in my because the window was broken and it was cold near the window. Later, I felt his hand on my stomach and since I did not react, a very subtle and long descend started until he got to my underwear and it took another while before his hand got under the elastic and longer till he finally had his hand near my erect penis, and again a long time before he finally took it in his hand. During all that time I lay there pretending to sleep. I then and slowly brought my hand near his side and waited. He was just holding me but he was not moving at all. When he felt my hand, he started slowly moving his hand on my member and my reaction was a explosion one, I came and during that time I had stopped moving toward his middle. But, I guess he was as excited as me and he took my hand and brought it to his elastic so I understood that he wanted me to do the same to which resulted in his explosion. After a little while, he decided to take off his underwear and telling me that I should do the same. We were still in the bed together and this time he went directly to my penis and stated playing with it, We were both seventeen, so we were both hard again, but suddenly he started licking my lower stomach and there and then he ask me to turn around so we could suck each other. For my first experience, it was quite a discovery. We came many times during the rest of the night and as we went for breakfast in the morning before the train near the station. My lower stomach was sore and aching a little after all the activities of the night. But, we were both smiling, and we met many times after that. Our village was beside a lake and during the rest of the summer, after my chores at home, I would go to his home and we would take the motor boat and go on the other side of the lake where his family owned a small cottage. Of course, after cutting a few trees for the next winter heating of the cottage, we would first suck each other and then have the sandwiches prepared by his mother and go at it again, then we would come back and thank his mother for the picnic. We would also go with their snowmobile during the winter, heat the cottage and spend some time together on the sofa, always having sucked each other before going back home. That was during the Christmas holidays. The next year, I came home from the college and he was going out with a girl, we got together a few times but it was not the same anymore. He said that he preferred having sex with his girlfriend and told me to find a girlfriend. I knew and told him, that it was alright and that our first night of sex would always be my best first time.having sex with someone and that I would remain his friend as long as he wished. It was and always would be the best first night. At around 32, I met John and told him my story. We have been together for 47 years and we will be together till the end. I never saw my first again, we live far apart. I know that he had a few children and live a successful life in the same little town where it happened. I only hope he was as happy as I am to have been friend with me and giving the gift of those experiences.

WOW! The built up made by the previous chapters and the collision that it produced in this chapter with all the hope negotiated by the last phrase … wow again for your descriptions of what transpired and what avenues remains. I cannot wait for the next developments it will generates. Thank you .

Nice picture, we can see the mountains at the horizon, the pavillon reflected by the pool in front of it. Even the big trees are manicured, so they don’t obstruct this magnificent view.

From my own feelings, I think all that is the prelude behind something happening outside of Miguel’s knowledge. Something will happen and it will be very fast and very bad for Hunter and Miguel. Their tranquility will not last and a gang has already planned to take them both hostage and extort some money from either Miguel’s father or from Hunter’s father. Maybe Hunter’s father work was discovered ….someone gave the info about Hunter’s father in exchange for favours or money … all I hope is that Hunter’s security were following and are around the place to act and save Hunter and Miguel. That would be quite a reversal to this story. All of that seems improbable, Miguel’s told someone of his planned weekend with Hunter? Maybe? Someone around Hunter’s security detail may have sold the info about Hunter’s or about his father.

« paraphernalia » a word I have heard even in French, referring to all the equipments of a drug user. Now I discovered other meanings. Every day my English is getting richer. Thanks to the authors that write such good stories like this one. Otherwise, do you think, like me, that Tom may be sick?

This story is like a giant roller coaster with dark tunnels and splash of sun and water gun fights of words and phrases, put a little salt and plenty of pepper plenty of laughs until you cry your way out of it. Does this characterization cover a little bit of a very nice story. Or Skiis on, opening the fridge’s doors and falling in the basement. I like this story a lot. Does it shows a little … Thank you Little Buddha TW’s Camerio

"Now that right there was ’bout the sweetest thang I ever did read in all my born days." Casual Well, thank you very much, kind Sir.

WOW! Double WOW! What an intense chapter, I am at a lost for words that would convey, even in French, what I feel. Thank you for one thing that I appreciated, is not being left with a cliffhanger. I know, that is not an appropriate appreciation for the writings of all the chapters before including this one. I am not familiar with the southern accents and their way of characterizing everything like the best sermons or speeches, and also with such infallible logic, but may I say that the way the writer is describing it with all those flourish says a lot about their spirit and meanings. Well here I said it and I hope it conveys my admiration for CasualWandere82 writings in this story. I will have to look and read other stories from him. Maybe the other stories are not happening in the south like this one? Thank you again and even if I now know that this one is coming soon to its end, I will be able to appreciate the fact that there is more to read from this author.

I have to admit when I first started to read this story, I was not prepared at all for what it revealed, I must have missed a chapter and here I am, completely turned upside down by what is happening in this chapter. The humanity and the absolute generosity of the characters…. I do not know if I am conveying my feelings right, but that it what I am feeling like right now after reading this part. I am amazed by the author’s « habilité » to make me feel what I am feeling right now after reading this chapter. I guess, I am going to go back and read again from the beginning. Hope that the word « habilité » is right in English to mean what it means in French. Thank you author and hope you take my comments as a compliment.

This very very good chapter sounds like a conclusion, a reset to the beginning where Henry refuses the watch. I may be wrong, maybe the reset won’t go that far, maybe it will go where Henry and Stoker are in love and the door that they choose will be 2010. I do not wish for the end of this story, but things got very complicated as it was happening….. Let’s wait and see what is coming….

I should add : It is not the word itself, it is the place it is put in the conversation.

John nodded. “Goodbye. That’s something we’llexplore together. Texture, layering, restraint. Ok we will see you next Saturday." And with that Erik headed home. To me the word Goodbye felt a bit drastic and rushed. It would have felt better this way : John nodded. « Yes, your are right. That’s something we'll explore together. Texture, layering, restraint. Ok Eric, goodbye and we will see you next Saturday." And with that Erik headed home. Do you see the difference, it went from a question from Eric to goodbye. It feels like he is rushed to leave, it is so sudden and without feeling. I hope you understand what I am talking about. My first language is French, so I maybe wrong.

Hum…. This story is getting pretty interesting with every chapter…. Wow, I can’t wait for the next one, I am like on the edge of my seat. Thank you Josh and good work.

Hi and thank you, I was worry about you. I am certain it took a while to write this chapter, the details are so real, that I felt I was standing right there. You wrote a much more complete description of what happened then what I was trying to imagined while I waited for this chapter to be released. Thank you and I look forward to reading the next one.

Is Kareem with Jim as assistant chauffeur?