I know he'll be back, but I'm really horny, this weed has just gotten me so ready to fuck." "Oh well that's too bad, I hope you can find someone, I'm ...orry I can't help, but you know I have a wife. Hah and I'm not gay." A stony silence settled as we ran side by side, when all of a sudden, "AH" Anthony screamed as he tripped. "Ah I think I twisted my ankle, can you help me get home?" "Yea of course bud." As we were walking home his leg gave out and he fell right on me. Anthony was a big. He'd eventually jumped---and that exhilarating blend of (momentary) panic, as gravity took over, and fear of the possible negative outcome, when combined like that in those fleeting seconds before impacting the water below, had resulted in an erection as Robert surfaced, puffing and gasping for fresh air!He was feeling the same way now as he headed to meet Dennis!Where Robert was of slender (but not feminine) build, Dennis was the opposite; and though not a 'body-builder', as such, the contrast. It had started out as a church group, but as time had gone on and people had dropped out and others, non-Christians, had joined, it had changed slightly.It was now a forum for grown-up discussion of anything from politics and world events to sex, although it kept to the carefully pitched code of mutual respect and decency. That extended to the absence of alcohol, which had itself been discussed and we had agreed that it might alter the balance and should be kept for after-groups which might. This was more akin to playing face-to-face with Cindy than to having a girlfriend sitting beside me. I could tell we responded to each other and both the painting and the music were affected.I saw Joan heave a deep breath and lay down her brush. I strummed a closing chord and silenced the strings as she turned toward me. I clicked off the recorder just before Joan landed on my lap while I held my guitar out to the side.“I feel so much better now,” she said. I held her as we both looked at the.