"OH, Freddy!" she said softly. I could sense she was crying quietly, but I spoke no further; just held her. Finally, somehow, I knew she had stopped h...r tears."Yes, Master, I understand," she whispered.PAST — PRESENT - FUTUREWe call it "Indian Summer." It was the second week in October, and we were having a warm spell after the first really cold weather of autumn. The sun was brilliant, the sky cloudless, the birds singing. Last week's frost was just a memory, and the temperature was in the. And yeah, it hurt a little, but after he was in me, the feeling, geez, the feeling... it felt like I'd died and been born again. Like I was filled with this incredible power. Like I'd done this thing that I was so afraid of, and I didn't need to be afraid of nothing ever again. Nothing... "From "Societal Implications of Urban Homosexual Subculture," by Ellsworth K. Simons, Ph.D.:The need for companionship and acceptance are the driving forces in the emotional life of the gay man in a stable. What more could any man ask for?" You are such a pig," Melody giggled. "If you really had both of us to satisfy you'd be dead within a week." Ahhh, but what a way to go," he sighed just as his stomach let loose with a ferocious growl."It sounds like the top hog needs to be fed," she giggled again and rubbed his stomach."I'll get it," Malinda said jumping up and rolling off the bed."I'll help you," Melody added pushing herself up."What? You don't think I can do it?" Malinda frowned."Of course. Pete came through the back door of the garage. It was easier and nobody would see him from the street. We kissed deeply and then we headed to my bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers in a hurry and he sat on the bed.I crawled onto bed next to him and rolled on my side. He whispered and touched very softly my bare thighs with his hand. While he was caressing me, I was running my nails over his growing cock through his boxers. I told him that I had been deprived during a long time.He told me.