At a slender 6'4",he had long arms and legs and giant hands and feet.I'de jacked a load thinking of him dropping his pants and offering me his giant c...ck for service.My grandmother was at my aunts home,for therapy and doctors appointments, I had her house all to myself. I was there painting,retiling and other stuff when he dropped by.I wore tight cotton shorts and T and let him in.I took a break, got us 2 beers and started a chat.I asked him who he was dating, nobody.2 more beers."So, what do. Which, of course, Madeline hated. I was thinking about how she shocked me more by having a libido at all rather than by being an Earth Firster. I didn’t know anything about her activities, but her sympathies and attitudes made her allegiance no surprise to me. She was always griping about the extractions and how they were unfair to people like her. That sort of thing. I don’t think that she really gave a shit about Earth and its people, just about her own fate. If you ask me, they were smart. She’d only been in for four or five minutes, but there was a fairly stiff breeze so the wind chill was close to zero, if not below. She pointed to the tent and he brought her over.His name was Glen and he offered to call somebody, but I told him I had it covered.The problem was ... I didn’t have it covered.She was soaked and all we had was a tent. True, I had a propane heater, but there was no way it could deal with this issue. She had dry clothes, but not a spare parka and in any case I had to. But this isn't a history lesson nor an exercise in political awareness. This is about how we gays love to dish the dirt on each other. Sometimes, that dishing is about pure jealousy, and sometimes, the info gained through gossiping can be very useful indeed!I used to hang out with a guy my own age when I was a teenager. Although friends, we were also rivals in that we were often in competition to bed the same guys. We'd swap stories about each other and whoever we'd bedded, mostly in good fun.