Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 10:41:41 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley 35

	I want to thank each and every one of the readers who have
responded to this story.  Many of you have been inspirational in you
e-mails and I want you all to know that it was and is appreciated.  But the
time has come to wrap this one up, and I hope I can tie the bow that ends
it so that all of you are satisfied.  I've decided to just throw one last
glorious party so everybody can get something out of it so this episode
will be slightly longer than usual, and as graphic as I can make it given
my limited talents as a writer.

	I will be posting other stories following this, and thanks to
David, our Nifty WebMaster, they can be found under Authors/Clonebuggs.

	I'd still like to hear from you all with your impressions.  I do
enjoy getting e-mails from the readers.  cqsqfq@hotmail.com

Stony


Across the Alley XXXV


	David and Jack decided to throw a big celebration party.  David
arranged to rent a local bath house that normally would have been rocking
on a weekend night, but had been closed for repairs after a fire sprinkler
had been set off by accident causing a flood.  The repairs were finished,
and the club was just waiting for final inspection before it opened to the
public again.
	Jack had called a catering company they had heard about that
offered nude catering of any affair, and he'd selected the gay boys theme
and wrote a check to cover a hundred people.  They then got on the phones
in separate bedrooms which had separate lines, and called everyone they
knew that might be interested in the party and invited them.
	By Friday night, when Danny and Bill arrived, everything was in
place and scheduled to kick off at eight the next night.  The boys were
tired when they arrived, but David had prepared a simple meal and told them
not to make any plans for Saturday night, because they had been invited to
a party.  Dale and John were kept in the dark about it as well except to be
told there was a big party they needed to attend with David and Jack.
	The boys all had friends they wanted to invite, so David and Jack
took their lists and promised to call everyone and invite them as well.  By
midnight, everything was done.  Dale and John had left to go out and cruise
around with some friends, and Danny and Bill had gone to the bedroom and
fallen asleep.  Jack and David sat facing each other at the dining table
tired and happy with the last minute work they had done.  Jack pushed back
his chair, and walked around to where David was sitting.  David looked up
at him and Jack bent to kiss him on the lips.
	"I love you David.  I just want you to know it."
	"I love you too Jack.  And what makes you think I don't know you
love me?"
	"You know what I mean."  They kissed again, and Jacked pulled David
up out of the chair, and held him close in an embrace.  They walked
silently to their bedroom, and Jack slowly undressed David, watching the
effect his touches were having on his lover's cock.
	"Horny huh?"
	"You know me Jack.  It never stops."
	"Me neither."  Jack sat on the edge of the bed, and when he pulled
David's pants down around hi knees, he leaned in and licked his long rigid
cock.  "I love your cock David.  I love everything about it.  But best of
all, I love what it can make me do."  He swallowed the head, and David made
it flex in his mouth, feeling him slide down the shaft until it was buried
in his throat.
	"Oh Jack.  That feels fantastic."  David humped into his lover
slightly, and felt the head of his cock push through the back of Jack's
throat and slide a good three inches into his esophagus.  Jack swallowed,
working the muscles around the heavy piece of meat.  He held it for as long
as he could, and then needing to breathe, he pulled off and took a deep
breath through his flaring nostrils.  His mouth never left David's dick.
He bobbed his head on the shaft, rolling his tongue around it and teasing
the head with his throat muscles before shoving back down on it driving it
deeper than it had been before.
	"Shit Jack, I thought I was too tired to cum tonight, but you have
me there already."  Jack bobbed again, and turned on the suction.  His
throat grabbed tightly behind the flaring cockring of his lovers cockhead,
and held it tight as the hard cartilage rubbed the sensitive flange again
and again.
	David grabbed Jack's head, and fucked his face hard for a few
strokes, and then his nuts tightened up next to the shaft of his big cock,
and his knees got weak as they began to empty their load of cum into his
lover's throat.  He slipped to the floor as his nuts emptied themselves,
and after laying his head across Jack's lap for a few minutes to gather his
strength again, he unzipped his partner's pants, and pulled out his cock,
rigid and drooling precum like it always did.  He slipped it into his
mouth, and sucked it like the expert he'd learned to be those many years
ago hustling on the street.  Jack moaned.  David did him for all he was
worth, and Jack began to tremble, and finally fell back on the bed, driving
his spike of a dick deeper into David's throat.
	The cum when it came, was violent and squirting in several volleys
against the back of David's mouth.  He swallowed until the final spurt
slashed across his tongue, and he crawled up Jack's torso, and kissed him,
sharing the last remnant of his jizz with him.
	They finished undressing, and crawled into bed spooning themselves
together and so to sleep.  David woke up when Dale and John came home, and
went out to see if everything was all right.  The boys had brought home a
young stud they had picked up in a bar off campus in Tempe.  The boy looked
about eighteen, and his eyes were wide with excitement at the thought of
having these two sexy studs doing what they had promised to his body.
	"You care if our dad joins us," John asked the kid.  The boy shook
his head no, staring at David's flaccid cock hanging between his legs.
David yawned.
	"No offense guy.  I'd love to join you three, but I'm beat.  I need
to get some sleep.  He started back through the house, but turned and told
Dale and John to invite him to the party tonight and maybe he'd get a crack
at him then.  The kid smiled, and licked his lips.  David disappeared down
the hall, and heard the boys talking excitedly about the party as he closed
the bedroom door.
	Dale and John soon had the new stud, whose name was Paul, stripped
and ready for action.  Paul was new to his sexuality, and had only been
with one other boy.  neither of them had known exactly what to do to each
other, so when John swallowed his cock in one stroke, he raised himself off
the couch, and in so doing, gave Dale the access to his ass crack he
wanted.  The two experts soon had the neophyte writhing on the couch like
he was some demented snake.
	As Dale's tongue worked its was wetly into Paul's asshole, John
positioned himself so Paul could just fuck his mouth at his own speed.  The
brothers managed to strip themselves as this was going on, and soon, were
standing stiff as bamboo rods and fondling each other with passion.  Dale
broke off, and got the goody box out of the cabinet.  He suited himself up
and explained to Paul that he was about to be fucked, and after he suited
himself, he suited John's cock in latex, and then slicked everything with
lube.
	He positioned himself over John's thick slab of boy meat, and
lowered himself on it until he was sitting on his brother's lap.  He then
positioned Paul over his own, and dragged him wincing backward down onto
his shaft gently but firmly.  Paul was breathing hard from the first time
intrusion into his body, but gradually got used to the thickness impaling
him.  He leaned back and sucked on Dale's left nipple, and felt Dale hump
into him.  The position needed some refinement, so the three rolled to
their knees, and soon were chugging away in each other's asses.  Dale was
pumping Paul's cock with a lube slick hand, and the boys laid into each
other for several long minutes before Paul moaned and lost it all over the
couch and carpet.  Dale pounded into him with a fury, and in so doing
brought his brother to the edge and felt John pull out and rip his condom
off and finish himself by standing and showering both his brother and Paul
with his copious squirts of jizz.  Dale preferred to cum in Paul's ass, and
did so with much thrusting and moaning until they fell exhausted across the
black leather couch.
	After that they slept, and were pretty much in that position when
Danny and Bill wandered into the kitchen to make coffee at seven thirty the
next morning.  They worked on preparing the coffee pot, and made comments
about the various cocks on display.  Dale had long since pulled out of
Paul's asshole, but now his big piece of meat was stiff with the need of a
morning piss.  Paul and John were both crashed front down on the carpet, so
they had to walk around quietly looking at the boy's bodies for what they
could see.
	Danny got an idea, and went to the kitchen and returned with a mug
filled with warm water.  He set it down near Dale, and told Bill to watch
what would happen.  He carefully lifted Dale's hand and slipped his fingers
into the warm water.  A moment passed, and his cock began to deflate
slightly, and as it did, piss began to dribble at first, but then as the
cock softened, it gushed in a stream pissing on Paul and John as they lay
on their stomachs.  The hot piss hitting them, caused them both to start
pissing as well, and soon a large spreading lake of the stiff was spreading
under each of the boys.  They began to stir, and Danny took the mug quickly
back to the kitchen, and then came back into the den where the three boys
were just waking up to what they had just done.
	"You babies have pissed the bed," Danny laughed and the three
jumped up to find it was true.
	"Shit!"  Dale moved around the spreading puddle of piss.  "I
haven't done that since I was a kid.  I must have been zonked or
something."
	John and Paul were both looking embarrassed.  "Man.  How are we
going to clean this up?  It's in the carpet."
	"What's going on?"  It was Jack.  He's heard the voices, and didn't
know the boys had brought Paul home with them, and had strolled out into
the Den stark naked with his own piss hardon.
	"Man." said Paul.  "Don't any of you guys ever wear clothes?"  He
was eying Jacks cock, the first man's cock he'd ever seen hard.
	"We pissed on the carpet dad.  It must have been an accident."
Dale looked at Danny and Bill when they both sniggered at his statement.
	"No shit."  Jack walked into the room, and looked at the spreading
stain.  "I guess we'll have to have a carpet cleaning service come in to
deal with this."  He spread his legs a bit, and let his own piss arc out of
his cock, splashing into the still spreading pool in the carpet.
	"What the hell?"  David stood in the door way.
	"Everybody's pissed on the carpet this morning.  It's your turn
baby."  David grinned and stepped over to the spreading pool.
	"I've always hated that carpet, and this will give me the reason I
need to replace it.  He cut loose with a stream of piss that crossed Jacks.
Paul stepped up, and began pissing again with a big grin on his face.
	"This shit's wild," he said.  Danny and Bill began pissing into the
carpet as well, and then Dale and John joined in the fun.  The house took
on the musty odor of fresh piss, and then when they were all finished,
David said they all had to work to get the carpet up and out into the back
alley so the house wouldn't reek of piss until he could get the floor
cleaned and have a new one laid.  After the furniture was removed to the
patio, and the carpet stripped up and taken out, they turned the hose on
each other in the back yard.  The water fight was fun and lasted for an
hour before they all went looking for towels and dry clothes.
	David took them all out to a late breakfast, and after they had
eaten, the boys pumped their fathers for more information about the coming
party.  Jack and David refused any information, and when they got home, it
was decided they should all rest until it was time to head out for the
party.
	"No telling how long it will last," Jack said, heading with David
for the quiet gloom of their bedroom.  The last thing the boys heard was
David's voice shouted back to them in the den.
	"Save yourselves for tonight.  You'll need all the cum you can
muster."

	The party attendees began to arrive a little before seven.  The
caterers were still setting up, but the bartenders were far enough along in
their set up to dish out drinks, and as the crowd grew, old friends got
happy to see each other, and new friends were introduced.  The rule at the
door, was strictly nude, and a large muscular employee of the club was
enforcing the rule.  It was unclear if the rule was David's and Jack's
rule, on one imposed by the club ownership.  After all, their newly redone
facility had new carpet and everything.
	Several young men had entered the pool and were deeply involved
with sexual horseplay, grabbing ass and cock, and even stroking each other
under water.  One healthy soul was swimming under water from cock to cock
sampling the flavors with his mouth.  A few older men had gathered drinks
in hand, and watched the fun as it progressed in the water.  A few were
sporting hardening dicks as they watched, but all knew the party had no
scheduled end, and wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible so as
not to miss out on the fun the later evening would be sure to bring.
	The open bar was crowded with guys trying to get drinks under their
belts, so to speak, to get the orgy going.  It didn't take long for the
alcohol to do its job.  In every nook and cranny men were paired off,
groping each other, kissing, stroking and occasionally sucking dick.
	In the new video room, the new theatrical video system was showing
a series of hot cum shots, with gobs of cum flying out of closeups of
expanding piss slits.  It was fascinating to see the lips of the piss slit
suddenly smile in slow motion, and then a gush of creamy white jism spit
out, quickly followed by another and another before switching to another
smiling cock head.  Most of the dicks in the images being shown had that
glistening just sucked look, and the men standing around watching were soon
adding to the general amount of gushing cum in the room.  The smell of
fresh sperm was heady and exciting to the group.
	The video playing gradually began to replace cocks shooting off,
with closeups of big thick dicks probing moist spreading assholes.  It
didn't take long, before the video cocks were fucking ass like the stars
they were.  The audience followed suit, and the slap of butt to lap soon
filled the room with the sound of serious fucking.
	Elsewhere, in a dark anonymous space, covered entirely with carpet
and furnished with thick soft pillows, men groped and felt their way
through the darkness taking advantage of every opportunity for sex they
encountered with their hands and bodies.  With the sense of sight removed,
the idea of anonymous encounters, was both hot and mysterious.  Somewhere
in the room, somebody was getting fucked deep and hard.  The sound of the
fucking was amplified by the element of darkness and anonymity.  The man
doing the fucking, was grunting his cock into the fuckee with his heavy
strokes, while his fuckee, was being verbal and passionate.
	"Oh yeah, fuck my ass you fucking stud!  Plow my hole you fucking
pig.  Shove that log up my butt!"  The commands were shouted in escalating
voice, until eventually, they gave way to a lust driven guttural howl.
When it was obvious from the crescendo that both men were cuming, the rest
of the crowd in the room stopped briefly what they were doing to applause
the passionate performance.
	Somewhere in more private quarters, with doors separating the mass
of sex lusting men and those with more refined tastes, other kinds of
sexual proclivities.  An older man has enticed a younger man forty years
his junior. Spread eagle on a bed with his arms and feet bound with silken
ropes to the frame of the bed.  The boy, a mere lad compared to the wizened
older lover he'd agreed to pleasure, watched his partner prepare himself
for the session.  From a suitcase the old man had brought with him, he
withdrew a long polished leather cord.  He lifted the boy's handsome cock ,
already hard with anticipation of the things to come.  The leather cord was
soon carefully wrapped around the boy's cock well below his full and
pleasant balls, pushing the golden haired orbs up and tightening the skin
stretched across their fullness.
	Pausing, the old man , leans over and licks the glistening drop of
precum from the flaring purple tip with his thin pebbly tongue.  The boy
sighs and turns slightly torqueing his long sensuous body toward his lover.
The next item from the bag, are a pair of clamps with thumb screws.  The
eyes of the boy widen as he catches sight of them and he moans
involuntarily, and averts his head.
	The clamps are soon attached to the boy's nipples, and he is arched
from the pain they have induced.  When, after a few moments, his brain has
accepted the pain the clamps have induced in his body, and his body has
relaxed again, the old man goes again to his bag.  He withdraws a set of
objects, a small cat `o nine tails, a long and beautiful peacock feather,
and a small bottle of cream.  He places the cream on the table under the
dim lamp, and carefully lays the cat beside it, draping it just so.
	The feather, is held in his right hand while he grips the boys
stiffness with his left.  He lays the tip of the feather with its large
iridescent eye on the boy's face.  He speaks in a quiet voice, almost a
whisper.
	"Close your eyes son.  This is better if you aren't watching."
When he withdraws the feathery eye, the boy's eyes are closed tightly, and
the old man notices a thin film of sweat has broken out on the boy's face
and body.  He drops the boy's stiffness, and then leans over and runs his
thin tongue up the length stopping just under the head where he lets his
tongue linger briefly, softly playing over the sensitive spot on the
underside of the cock.
	"The old man rises, and feeling himself soft and flaccid with his
left hand, he carefully lays the peacock feather on the bed beside the boy,
and reaches for the small bottle of cream he's brought along.  Squeezing a
good amount into his left hand, he returns the squeeze bottle to the
bedside table.  He uses his creamed hand to stroke himself, massaging the
cream into his flaccid member, feeling the change the smooth cream brings
with his self attention.
	Feather in hand again, and softly stroking his now gradually rising
cock, he lets the very tip of the peacock feather's eye brush the boy's
tortured nipples.  The boy's breathing grows slightly deeper, while the old
man strokes.  The feather wanders along the muscular body touching softly
here and there as it goes.  Each time the softness touches the boy's flesh,
he shivers and tries to withdraw the affected area from the contact.
	When the feather reaches the cock, all bound with the gleaming
leather cord, the boy shivers uncontrollably as the tickling feather causes
sensations in his body he's never felt before.  Another gleaming drop of
precum oozes from the tip, and the old man bends and removes it deftly with
his feathery tongue.  The boy sighs again.
	Still stroking his own softness between his legs, the old man lays
the feather aside, and carefully picks up the cat.  He lets the leather
strands trail over the boy's torso lightly, raising goosebumps on the pale
smooth skin.  The boy shivers, tensing against what he imagines is coming.
	The first strike of the cat, leaves a "V" shaped patch of rising
red welts across the parchment of the skin.  The old man sighs, and strokes
himself with the cream.  The boy recoils and twists as the cat trails again
across his torso.  The next slash of the cat burns a series of welts across
the inner left thigh.  The old man shivers, and strokes.  He boy moans
quietly not wanting to audibly display his fear.
	A more severe strike with the cat lands across the hip and
partially cuts at the hanging ballsack.  The old man shivers again, and his
throat gurgles with liquid sound.  Through slitted eyes, he sees the boy
has oozed another gift from the slit in his cock.  He stoops quickly and
laps the treasure up, never stopping his insistent stroking with his creamy
hand.  His withered old cock is beginning to respond, and is now slightly
expanded in his bony hand.
	Another cut of the cat, and the crack of leather on skin, brought a
quick intake of breath from the boy.  His throat was suddenly tight with
fear and he moaned again softly.  The old man laid the cat aside on the
bed, and gripped the boy's stiffness, and raising it upright in his fist,
descended on the shaft, letting the head slide through his worn lips and
into the depths of his throat.  He bobbed on the boy's shaft briefly with
his thick saliva coating the the tender skin with a sticky coat of foaming
spit.  As he withdrew from the boy's cock, a string of his saliva stretched
from the dick head to his lower lip.  He watched it stretch and stretch
until it suddenly broke and vanished in a moist twinkle in the space
between lip and cockhead.
	Again, the old man, stroking his now hardening cock, resumes the
cat.  Leaning back, he slaps the leather strands of the whip against his
leg a time or two, selecting the next place which to strike with force.
The crack of the whip, falling cruelly across flesh, caused the boy to cry
out.
	"That's it son.  Let it get under your skin."  The whip flashed in
the dim light again, and the slash of leather on skin, brought tears to the
boy's eyes.  They opened and stared large and blue at his lover.  The tears
glistened in their feathery rims.  The old man leaned over and kissed both
his eyes, sampling the wetness he found there, with his lips first, then
licking the saltiness with his tongue.
	The boy twisted his head away from the probing mouth and tongue, to
look at the beads of sweat mixed with drops of blood streaming from various
places of torn skin on the old man's body.
	"Why do you do that to yourself?"  The boy's spoken words, changes
the old man's mood.  His cock, now hard in his stroking hand, seems to
pulse with vigor as he strokes.  He leans over the boy, and sucks him into
his throat again.  The boy groans as his lover engulfs his flesh.
	Sucking with energy now, the old lover, makes the boy arch his
back, pulling against his restraints.  He struggled to feed his entire
bound cock into the throat of the old man.  As he sucks, the old lover
strokes his own hardness, finally beating his hardness as if he were the
boy's age instead of forty years his senior.  As he sucks the boy and
strokes himself, he feels his lustful passion rising once again to a climax
so long and difficult to achieve.
	The boy is writhing under the excellent suck he's getting, and he
too feels his nuts beginning to ache with the need to empty themselves deep
into his lover's throat.  He groans the warning of his impending gift, and
the old man quickens his strokes with hand and mouth.  When he feels the
first pulse and flex in the boy's cum tube, he literally gobbles the cock
down to make a point of not losing a drop of the precious nectar.  The boy
is thrusting his hip at the face of his lover over and over, trying to fuck
him as hard as he can until the primal moment arrives willy nilly and
uncontrollable.
	Without as much as a grunt of warning, the old lover, is pouring
his thin seed across the legs of the bound boy, and his throat feels the
gush of the rich thick spunk that only the young can provide.  He swallows
and swallows, gulping this gift of sexual life down like the fountain of
youth it represents in his mind.
	Finished, he lays beside the boy for a long moment, gathering his
diminished strength while the boy's heaving chest gradually subsides to
normal.  The old lover rises, and releases the boy an arm and a foot at a
time.  He leaves the clamps until last, licking the tender flesh as he
releases it, and sucking lightly to bring the blood back into the deprived
flesh.  The boy trembled under his delicate tongue, and then took his lover
in his hugging arms and held him tightly to his chest.
	Elsewhere, men were enjoying themselves, having a great time doing
as they pleased without the fear of authority intervening in their lusty
pleasures.  In the patio, open to the warm night sky, several men are
smoking cigars and discussing the flesh of younger men strolling
provocatively through the enclosed patio area.  Ocassionally, a couple will
make eye contact, and pair off heading to other parts of the building to
explore their new found intrigue.
	Indeed, cocks were finding pleasures in every place possible in the
building, and as our family of four boys and two men, walked about
observing, the party in all it's aspects, they found themselves growing
more and more aroused by what they were seeing.  Danny and Bill were openly
groping each other, and Jack and David were watching it happen with
stiffening dicks.  Dale and John, began to kiss each other, and then after
a while, expanded the kissing to their fathers, and then drew Danny and
Bill into the scene.  They found themselves in the patio area, with an
audience of smokers, and settled into their own sexual heap.  The audience
gathered and watched the developing orgy that all knew to be a closed
affair.
	Jack was the first to broach his lover's hole, and as the two older
men fucked, Bill crawled under David and took his dick into his mouth and
sucked it down his throat.  Danny found a willing hole in John's ass, and
filled it with his stiffness, and then bent at the waist, took Dale's tick
piece of young flesh into his throat.  The bobbing and thrusting went on
for a while, without outcome.  This group of men had come to know each
other's limits, and knew instinctively how to extend their love sessions.
There were several close calls when one or the other got carried away with
lust and love, needing to feel a gushing result of their sexual activities,
but reason always prevailed, and the private orgy continued on for a long
and pleasurable time as the audience for their activities grew and
developed into a hundred or more jacking watchers.
	As the boys and men fucked and sucked each other, there were
comments made from the crowd, and soon it was a rollicking roast of the
various observable techniques.  The orgy continued with refinements
suggested by the deeply involved audience, until the family was rapidly
rising into a single unit of passion and love.  Overwhelmed with sensations
of pleasure none of them had ever experienced singly or with partners, they
finally began to climb the slope of result their bodies stiffening and
writhing a once, preparing to blast their cum into the world of waiting
bodies and mouths.
	When the crowd realized it was about to cum to a crashing climax,
they drew closer, stroking stiff cocks hoping to find a place to let their
own grateful spunk splatter across the sexy bodies being urged over that
abyss of pleasure.
	When it began, a watcher grunted and shot a thick rope of cum
across John's sweat gleaming chest.  Another stepped forward, and let fly
with a long stringy rope that found lodging in Danny's long curly hair.
The patio was soon awash in the smell of fresh cum and the sounds of
splattering spunk filled the mild night air of Phoenix.
	It ended in a total collapse of civilization.  The randy men were
soon licking and sucking the gleaming pools of cum, letting their tongues
glide over sweat slicked bodies, mingling the taste of the spunk of over a
hundred men.  Those capable, expanded their own participation by joining in
the fucking and sucking going on.
	Those less capable, watched, and tried to work themselves into the
correct state of mind to join in again with diminished resources ensconced
in their nuts.  With time, it was clear that the party was drawing to a
close.  After all, a man's body could only provide so much before needing
to rest and regenerate itself.  The younger, men, continued longer than the
older men were able, and eventually, it was left to they boys to provide
the continuing show well into the wee hours of the morning.  Occasionally,
and older man would stiffen up again, and there was always a willing
younger mouth or butthole to accommodate him.
	By the time the Eastern sky was luminous with the threat of dawn,
the boys were falling to the wayside in exhaustion.  The older men began to
help the younger ones to their feet, and in minimal clothes, began to help
them into various cars and vehicles in the lot.  The party was unofficially
over.  As cars left the parking lot, headed toward the freeway entrance, to
disperse across the Valley of the Sun, Jack and David and the boys gathered
their gear together, and dressed themselves, and got themselves into their
various cars.  In no time at all, they were home, and tucked into their
beds together and deeply asleep, renewing themselves for what the future
would bring.
	After several hours of much needed sleep, David woke up with the
need to write driving him through his exhaustion.  He pulled on his robe,
and made his way to his office in the house, and booted his computer.  He
sat, bleary for a moment while the machine came up brightly in the dim
room.  When he launched his word processing software, he sat for a moment
thinking and then began to type.


	If gays plan to survive as a politically viable entity in the
future, they need to understand the importance of family.  Those who find
themselves rejected by their straight families, need to understand they
have not been cast adrift alone in the world.  The need to find a gay
family and become a part of that web of support it offers.
	As gays become more vocal and visible, there will be backlashes by
blind hatred from the religious right and so called heterosexual sectors.
The best protection from these flashes of hatred is the family.  Building a
family is easy if there is more than lust involved and love does prevail.
	The need gay men feel to sample others sexually should not prevent
the formation of such a family.  Sex is sex, but love is long lasting and
eternal.  Of course, not every sexual conquest needs to be a family member,
but the door should not be closed to a supplicant in need.
	Until gays recognize their need of a stable base from which to
address the world, they will always be at the effect of the hate mongers.
Join together in family groups, and the strength will grow exponentially as
gay families establish themselves just as heterosexual families have
gathered power to themselves by holding together.
	The history the heterosexual world continues to point at, to our
detriment, is the history of single gay men without a support system to
help them deal with the hate filled world in which they find themselves
living.  They perceive us as predatory beasts on their children, never
realizing that in the majority of instances when a man loves a boy, it is a
mutual love.  The boy makes as much a decision as the man.  If the legal
ages limits are respected, there should be no position the heterosexual
family can take that is opposed to their homosexual partnership.
	Men everywhere, will find it easier to find their desires
accomplished if they understand that it is a family commitment being made,
and not only a sexual one.  Each boy has a future, and with the loss of
their recognized heterosexual family, from which we all spring, they find
themselves lost in an overwhelming world.
	Guidance and support for the boy to realize his life goals, needs
to be given to allow the boy to achieve his dreams.  Should this mean
education, then it should be given.  Should this mean a stable loving safe
place to be, then it should be given.  Given freely as one family member
more capable for giving, will insure a long term love and respect; a
condition we all need in our lives.

Live and love,
David Stone
The End