“Then you’re from the future.”“I am, but Gabe and Isaac Marion are from your time. We use the term uptime and downtime to make it easier for p...ople to differentiate.”Ben asked, “Marion; related to Francis?”“Our youngest brother.”Ben nodded as the other man reached across the table and shook Grant’s hand, and said, “I’m sorry for my rude host, but I’m James Watt.”“I thought that was who you were when we walked in, but the painting and statue I walked by almost daily were made when you were. He lubed the shit out of my asshole and his cock and he was working into me slow and easy. It was taking a while, he'd been working at it for a good 5 minutes so far. He was still hard though. Viagra helped him and the whiskey helped me. I was as relaxed as I could be, I wanted that cock inside me. He pressed steady but gently, and when my ass began to feel like it was going to tear open I told him and he eased back a little. Such a gentle man for being so big and muscular. We did it over. I wasn't very popular in school or around the neighborhood because I was just the scrawny little kid that couldn't do anything good like baseball or basketball, but that was all right cause I had Amber. We had never had an argument that lasted more than a few days and even then we were always still friends. That was before the big one.Now to most of you out there this whole thing may seem rather immature and stupid on my part and looking back I guess it really was but like I said, I was. At least, not yet.Don't forget -- it was 1963 in the U.S. of A. Outside of a few obscure nudist camps, there wasn't much exposure of the female form going on. Oh, there were bikinis, and there was Playboy Magazine and its raunchier competitors. Everybody had gotten at least a glimpse of what naked women looked like.But girls like me? The girl next door? Not without a ticket, sailor! Even the girls who were Giving it Up to their boyfriends weren't generally in the business of parading around, in.