By the time my vision adjusts, the doorway has vanished. It’s just me and fake-Boston in azure vastness – the same eternal summer promised by the ...ntrance. It’s heat-shimmer hazy, my body embraced by sensual warmth and… something else. As we stroll the sky-mirror floor, my skin acquires a fine sheen, like I’ve been coated in silky lubricant. My vital signs go wild.‘Where the hell is this?’‘Your personalised heaven. Look.’ My bikini-guide points to a dark blur resolving out of the haze – a. ” “OK Karen, your choice, what’s your pleasure?” Carol purred. “I propose a fucking contest.” Karen announced, grinning devilishly. “First man to cum wins, you must cum on us, not in us, that way there’s no question.” “Oh, and one final stipulation, we swap partners.” I looked at Carol and grinned. “You had something to do with this didn’t you?” “Actually, she came up with this one herself.” She stated proudly. “She did ask if I was OK with the swap part though.” “And given the state of your. I spoke his name, I even touched his shoulder and shook him some, saying his name and telling him to wake up, but he was out, man. Really out. I felt guilty for wanting a smoke, but told myself it was not because of the male on male orgasm I’d just experienced, but only the desire for the first smoke of the day…I glanced at a bit of movement down the ledge by the debris piled there and saw a rat splash into the water and swim away. I thought for a second about that old saying about when rats. Probably due to the loss of the two blockers, the return was stopped at the fifteen, so Cal was free to deal with the two who were intent on hurting him.By the time the whistle blew the play dead, the two men were into their charge at Cal. He doubted that they would have stopped, no matter what happened. He knew that these were 'sacrificial lambs' - third or fourth string players whose loss, should it occur, would have no effect on the team.Without thinking about it, Cal sensed that one man.