Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 04:35:00 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Subject: My Sissy-Boy Neighbor (b/b/f) My dad's job kept moving us around a lot when I was a kid, and it was always hard to make new friends, especially because I was pretty shy. Each time we moved to a new city, though, the houses and neighborhoods got nicer. When I was 12, in the 7th grade, we moved to a neighborhood that was almost rural - each house had a couple acres and there were woods and streams all around; even some farmland. The handful of houses on our street were about 150 feet apart with big lawns or semi-woodland between them. The problem was that there were very few kids. In fact there was only one boy my age - Freddy - who had recently turned 13. Problem was, I wasn't sure I wanted him for a friend. Oh, he was nice enough. In fact, he tried very hard to get me to be his friend. But he was... well, different from other boys I'd known. Feminine and graceful; flamboyant and giggly. He had delicate features - almost pretty - with straight blond hair down to his shoulders, blazing blue eyes, and a slender body. We moved there in the Spring and I had to start at a new school just as the school year was winding down. None of the other kids seemed to acknowledge my existence... except Freddy. But it was obvious from my first day at school that Freddy was an outcast. Hardly a day went by that he wasn't taunted: "Freddy the faggot"; "queer"; "sissy-boy". Not that I really knew what a faggot was.... I was definitely approaching puberty. My dick and balls were noticeably bigger, though I had no pubic hair. I had an erection nearly every morning (and sometimes during the day) that stuck up 4". Sometimes at night I would pull down my pajama pants and hold my dick in my hand, squeezing it gently, and it would stiffen and give me a warm tingling feeling. But I had no idea about masturbation and knew almost nothing about sex except the textbook "birds and bees" basics. When the other boys called Freddy a cocksucker, it didn't occur to me that it had a literal meaning. All I heard was an all-purpose insult, like saying "you're an asshole" or "that really sucks". But at the same time I had a semi-clear concept of queers as being bad, or at least as objects of scorn. As kids they were sissies like Freddy. As adults they only liked other men. And, my parents had warned me, they "do bad things" to boys who they lure into their cars. But for some reason, I had this vision of the "bad things" as being the proverbial playground drug pusher selling marijuana or heroin, rather than a sexual predator wanting to feel my dick or get me to feel his. Well, in any case I did my best to avoid being too friendly with Freddy, lest his reputation as a queer rub off on me. One time I was in the boys' room when some bullies did something I'd never seen before. A bigger kid pinned Freddy's arms from behind while two more pulled down his pants to his ankles and then pulled down his skimpy bikini-style underpants. Me and several others didn't participate, but we didn't intervene either. The bullies laughed at Freddy's sissy underpants - everyone else I saw when we changed for PE wore boxers or the traditional white jockies. But they didn't make fun of his penis. As his underpants were pulled down, I saw that it was at least 4" soft, and as he struggled for about 20 seconds with his private parts on public view, it grew half-hard to perhaps 5". Like me, he was cut. The bullies soon let him go, but the sight of his dick was burned into my memory. After that, my night-time explorations of my penis were often accompanied by visions of Freddy's long slender rod, bobbing up as he was manhandled by the bullies. It occurred to me that these were "queer thoughts", but I couldn't help myself. The fantasy of me touching Freddy's erection made my own immature boner feel even better. On weekends I was around home all day, but I initially spurned Freddy's invitations to play. He was persistent, though, and I was lonely. And besides, no one from school was anywhere around, so what harm could it do? Freddy knew a lot of cool places to explore - an old treehouse deep in the woods; a cave beside a wide stream; a lush meadow on an abandoned farm. He also had a vivid imagination and was always making up scenarios for our play... like we were pirates or Indians. Kind of childish, but still fun. Sometimes his scenario would involve me taking him captive and tying him up - something that he really seemed to get into. In fact, it was pretty obvious that he got a boner when I tied him to a tree and was he pretending to struggle. One time he needed to pee when we were outside together, and he didn't turn his back as I would have. In fact, he made a show of pulling his pants and underpants down to his knees and pulling up his shirt so I could see his penis as the piss flowed out. I felt like I should avert my eyes, but I didn't. There was that impressive dick again. I hadn't seen other boys naked (we didn't take showers in PE), and I couldn't help but stare. After he had finished peeing, he shook his dick for longer than it took to get rid of that last drop of pee. My feelings were mixed. On the one hand, I thought he shouldn't be doing this so blatantly, and I shouldn't be looking. But also I was fascinated and felt a buzz of electricity in my body as his hand played briefly with his dick. Freddy's suggestions that I should join him peeing there in the open were politely rejected. One beautiful warm Saturday, Freddy came to my house and asked if I wanted to go on a picnic; he had already packed everything we needed. So we walked the mile or so to the isolated meadow that he had shown me. He spread a blanket out and served the sandwiches and soft drinks he had brought. "Let's work on our tans" he suggested, and immediately pulled off his shirt. I shrugged and took mine off too. His eyes were riveted to my body, and he commented that I had very broad shoulders. (I knew this already, but got a good feeling hearing him say it.) Then he took off his pants and was wearing only red bikini underpants. I hesitated a minute, but then pulled my jeans off and sat there wearing only my boxers. Freddy lay on his stomach looking over at were I was sitting. He stretched and moved his body around, almost like he was grinding his crotch in to the ground. His barely-covered round ass wiggled provocatively, and I felt that tingle in my body again. "The sun feels nice, doesn't it?" he said. Then he rolled over, and I starred at the pouch of his tight briefs - his cock was a clearly outlined ridge, pushing up against the waistband. "How `bout if we get tan all over our bodies; huh, Billy?" he asked, with a sly smile on his lips. It took me a moment to understand what he was saying. "Uh, no; I don't think I wanna." "Well, I'm going to." And he peeled the skimpy underpants down to reveal a boner that I couldn't take my eyes off. It was over 6". A beautifully-formed, slender erection; a slightly flared cockhead; and whisps of golden hair at its base. He lay on his back and lightly stroked it with his fingertips while he looked over at me; it visibly pulsed to an even stiffer state. I couldn't help but stare, but I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked. "Ummm.... I don't think I better. It wouldn't be right" I mumbled lamely, though my eyes were still glued to his body and I was thinking how much I wanted to feel him up. He tried again. "Do you like to play with your cock until you cum?" I thought for a few seconds and had to admit I didn't really know what he was talking about. "You know," he said, "stroking your cock til the stuff comes out." Again I confessed my ignorance. "Wanna see me do it?" he asked. I nodded my head. Freddy lay back, his legs spread wide, his right hand beginning a slow masturbation stroke while his left hand cupped his dangling balls. His hand moved faster; his eyes closed and his face was set in concentration. Faster still, his right hand stroked the pole at his crotch in a jerky cadence - 5 or so quick strokes, then a short pause, then another 5 rapid strokes. I was hypnotized, but not so oblivious that I failed to notice my own throbbing stiff penis tenting out my underpants. As Freddy vocalized his pleasure in that feminine voice of his, I was tempted to pull down my boxers and join him, but I didn't. Maybe this was a thing that only queers did. And I sure didn't want to be a queer. But there was Freddy, his body tense with building pleasure, and I was almost breathless with vicarious excitement, gazing at his slender naked body and adult-size hard penis. Freddy's hand began brushing the top two inches of his beautiful boner with blurring speed and suddenly let out a gasp as white fluid squirted out of the tip, landing in big drops on his belly. He scooped up some and licked it off his fingers. After he lay there for a while catching his breath, he tried to get me to do it too, noting my obvious boner, but again I declined... too shy, too scared, too confused. He even offered to do it to me, either with his hand or... even better, he said... sucking my cock in his mouth. He was offering... to suck... my cock... "cocksucker". Whoa! Now I get it! But now I was really spooked. This was definitely a "bad thing"; something so bad that it made "normal" people hate you and made your life miserable. I made up an instant excuse about having to go home, leaving Freddy lying naked on a blanket in the deserted meadow, a dejected look on his face. Talk about conflicting feelings! I kept interspersing the thought about not wanting to be turned into a queer with thoughts of how it would feel to stroke myself like Freddy was doing and, especially, about how it would feel to have Freddy's mouth on my stiff penis. As I walked home, my hand kept wandering to my crotch, feeling the erection that had not gone down since I watched Freddy jack off. Half-way home, I stopped in an area of thick woods and pulled my pants and undershorts down. Stroking my fingers up and down along my immature boner, it felt GREAT! I wondered why I had never figured this out before. The thought crept back into my brain: `this is bad', but I wasn't about to stop. Up and down my fingers stroked, stimulating every nerve of the 4" shaft, brushing the ridge of my exquisitely sensitive cockhead, causing almost unbearable tension in my body. Suddenly a spasm coursed through me, concentrating it's maximum intensity in my boy-cock. My knees almost gave way as I staggered back against a tree, drained of energy. Nothing came out of my penis like it had from Freddy's, but I suspected that this feeling in my body felt every bit as good. That night in bed, I tried to think about something other than Freddy's naked body and the beckoning of my already-stiff penis, but it was impossible. Almost immediately, my pajama pants were pushed down to my ankles and I started working on this marvelous new invention that I didn't even have a name for (other than "making the feeling"). It concerned me I might be doing a queer thing, giving me a shot of guilt and fear. But three times that night, the spasms of dry orgasm ran through me, separated by thoughts that "making the feeling" was somehow wrong. It went on like that the whole next week, as I experimented every night, and often during the day, with the joys of masturbation. Freddy came around the next Saturday, ready to play. I almost said I didn't want to, but then I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, so eager with anticipation, almost pleading for me to say yes. We ended up over at his house. His mom had gone out to shop and his 16-year-old sister was there. Her name was Lizzie, and she was attractive enough, but also kinda... you know, masculine - short hair, an athletic body, and dressed in basketball shorts and a boys' sleeveless shirt that displayed an almost flat chest. Strange that a sissy-boy like Freddy had a butch sister. We went up to his room, where Freddy said he had something secret to show me. When we got there, he went to his dresser and pulled out a magazine. The cover said "Hot Lesbian Action!!" It was pictures of naked women! And they were kissing and touching each other all over... even licking each other on their private parts! "Wow! This is incredible!" I said, as a surge of eroticism spread through my brain and body. "It makes my cock get hard when I look at it. How `bout you?" he said, looking at me expectantly. "Well... I... yeah, I guess" I replied. "Let's take our cocks out... OK?" God; I really wanted to. "I dunno..." I mumbled. He quickly pulled all of his clothing off and sat on the bed proudly showing off his erection. I was frozen by indecision. On the one hand, I was really feeling horny - first the porn magazine, and now Freddy's erotic nude body and hard cock. On the other hand, I knew I shouldn't be doing this queer stuff. Very tentatively, I removed my pants and boxers, leaving my tee-shirt on. I too was fully erect without even touching myself. Again my face burned with a rush of blood to my cheeks. He smiled and wordlessly reached over to pull my shirt over my head. I didn't resist. "Feel my cock; ok Billy? Please?" he pleaded. God; I really wanted to. "Well... maybe just a little." What if his sister saw us? What if Freddy told? What if the guys at school found out? Still, my curiosity was a powerful stimulus. As we sat side-by-side, I reached over and wrapped my hand around his throbbing pole, hardly able to breathe. I was in a dream-state, feeling a warm pulsing boner that seemed twice as big as mine. He reached over and took my stiffy in his hand and started to stroke. Oh, yeah! That felt good. Still, I didn't want it to go too far. "Freddy, I think we should stop. We could get caught or something." "Just a little more... please?" And then Freddy got a big glob of saliva on his fingers and brought it down to my cock. He started stroking again, and it was twice as good as before. I closed my eyes and reveled in the pleasurable sensations. Oh, GOD! YES! This may be a bad thing we were doing, but it felt awfully damn good! Just then, I heard a click and perceived the flash of a camera. Freddy's sister was standing in the doorway with a Polaroid as I quickly struggled to cover my naked body. "Wha.... what's going on??" I looked over at Freddy and he was smiling! And slowly stroking his dick! It was Lizzie who spoke first. "Well, Freddy; now we've got him. He'll have to do anything we want or else we'll show the picture around school." "But... but, why?" I stammered. "Cause Freddy's crazy in love with you and you're too afraid to love him back. Now you'll have to. And I'll make sure you do." Now Freddy spoke. He was almost apologetic. "It was Lizzie's idea. She said the only way I could get you to be my boyfriend was to show you how good sex could be. And the only way to get you to try it was to blackmail you." Now Lizzie spoke again: "So now you'll have to do anything we say - or we'll show the picture at school. She held up the picture. There we were, both of us naked, our cocks totally hard and horny as we stroked each other. Freddy had a big smile and was looking right at the camera. I had this blissful look on my face like stroking Freddy was my favorite thing in the world. I even had my eyes closed and my mouth near his like we were about to kiss. I was terrified of the consequences if they decided to show the picture around. Freddy had nothing to fear about his own reputation; everyone already knew he was queer, but I would never be able to live it down. "OK" I croaked; "what do I have to do?" "Nothing terrible" said Lizzie; "but I've always wanted to see two boys getting it on... and I'll be the person who tells you what to do. Start by showing me your dick." I slowly pulled away the bedspread from my lap, feeling my face burn with embarrassment as my naked body and hairless penis were revealed in the presence of a girl. "Stand up on the bed and stroke yourself hard" she demanded. `Oh, God!' I thought to myself, overwhelmed by shame. But I had no choice. I reluctantly stood up and began rubbing my penis. I was almost crying from the embarrassment, but the erotic stimulation was even more powerful than my shame. I started to breathe deeply as my boycock rose to its full 4" height. I stopped stroking as Lizzie came close and moved one hand over my ass and cradled my boyish balls with the other. "Mmmm! You've got a cute one. It looks just like Freddy's did about 6 months ago... back when I would still suck his little stiffy." She took a close-up picture of my cock from a foot away. Then she told me to put one hand on my hip and the other behind my head and strike a "vamp" pose while she took a couple more shots, showing me apparently flaunting my nudity and prepubescent erection. Then she reached out and used one finger to pull my straining boner down an inch or so... then let it spring back, slapping my belly and resuming its vertical position. She did the same thing a couple more times and giggled. "OK, Freddy... I'll know you're just dying to suck Billy, aren't you? Go on; do it. I wanna watch this" she said excitedly. Her brother didn't hesitate a second; he stood next to the bed, cupped my ass cheeks with his hands, and brought his mouth down to my straining boner. As his lips and tongue came into contact with my reddened cockhead, I let out a gasp. God! This was incredible... better than I ever imagined. Fred's mouth sank down the shaft, warm and wet, his tongue toying with every highly-charged nerve ending, until his lips pressed against the hairless base of my dick. His slippery lips and tongue rose up again and the tip of his tongue poked into my piss slit. Then his mouth began to move up and down the shaft, taking my cock all the way into his mouth, again and again. YOW! This was incredible. I stopped thinking about the 16-year-old girl standing only a few feet away. My hands caressed Freddy's silky blond hair as his mouth played a tune of total sexual pleasure on my straining erection. The tension started concentrating in my loins... the sensation I had only recently discovered. I was "making the feeling" in a way that was miles beyond what my inexperienced masturbation had produced. My hips started pumping into Freddy's face as I held his head in my hands. And he was sucking and licking with an intensity that was almost driving me crazy. My immature boner plunged in and out of his willing mouth in piston strokes. I looked over at Lizzie, now sitting on a chair. Her right hand was moving inside her pants, and her left hand had pushed up her shirt and was toying with the hard nipples on her flat chest. She had an intense look on her face as she watched her brother perform. The tidal wave of pleasure built up inside me to a monstrous height, crested, and came crashing through my body, paralyzing me in the grip of a incredible rushing orgasm. Involuntarily, I shouted with lust: "Oh, SHIT! Yes! Oh God; YES!" My knees started to buckle, and Freddy's hands eased me down onto the bed. Freddy lay down next to me, and his hot erection slid against my thigh. I reached down and held it in my hand, feeling it throb as it strained up against his belly. Freddy's whole body inched closer to mine, and I pressed against him. I felt my lust rising up within me again, my cock - which had never really lost its erection - stiffening once again. My crotch pushed against my classmate's warm body, excited by the smoothness of his skin. Freddy's hand reached down to my boner, and he started stroking me with the same rhythm that I was using to stroke his cock. I gasped with pleasure, and our bodies pressed even closer together. His face was only inches from mine, and then, all of a sudden... Click/Flash... the camera recorded our embrace. I was still in a sexual trance and before I knew it, Freddy's lips were on mine. We were kissing! Freddy's tongue was in my mouth! Click/Flash... The fog in my brain cleared instantly. I jerked away, embarrassed by the lust I had felt. Lizzie laughed. "Oh, Billy. Stop being such a wimp. I'm going to get pictures of you and Freddy doing EVERYTHING, so you might as well enjoy it. Yes; she was right. I might as well enjoy it. After all; I was experiencing pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt. I wanted to hold Freddy's body again, stroke his cock.... God, I even wanted to kiss him some more! Maybe I was gay too. I just wanted to ride this wave of sexual pleasure - like a drug addict thinking about his next high. I didn't even mind anymore that Lizzie was watching - let her take her damn pictures; I didn't care as long as I could experience the incredible sexual sensations in my body. I snuggled against Freddy again and brought my lips to his. As he wrapped his arms around me, our hard cocks were in perfect alignment, rubbing together deliciously as we hugged and tongue-wrestled. Our naked bodies rolled around on the bed, and I became lost in a fantasy world of pure sensual pleasure, oblivious to Lizzie's camera recording the action. "OK, Billy; time for you to suck Freddy's cock. Slide down and take it into your mouth." In a daze, I inched myself down Freddy's slender body as he lay on his back, kissing his warm soft skin as I worked my way down his neck... to his chest where I licked at his small tan nipples... to his taut belly... and stopped an inch away from the slightly flared cockhead of his rigid 6" boner. I knelt between his spread legs, staring at the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed, my heart pounding in my chest and my own penis still stiff with lust. "Lick it" said Lizzie. "Lick it like a popsicle." I stuck out my tongue and let it touch Freddy's cockhead. He flinched involuntarily and moaned softly. I grew bolder, running my tongue along the sides of the 13-year-old's erection, up and down the long shaft. My hand went to his ball sack... two medium-size eggs dangling in a bag of the smoothest hairless skin. I inhaled the erotic smells - soap, sweat, the light musk of a sexually mature 13-year-old. I ran my fingers through the wisps of dark blond pubic hair sprouting above the base of his hard cock. "Now suck him. Give him as good a blow job as he gave you," said Lizzie. As my lips enveloped the engorged red cockhead, I knew Lizzie was still taking pictures, but I was totally caught up in the eroticism of what I was doing. I wanted this! Only a half-hour ago, I would never have believed it, but I actually enjoyed having a stiff penis in my mouth! I was worshiping Freddy's cock with my lips and tongue, and I was getting intense sexual pleasure out of it! My hand went to my stiff little cock and I stroked it gently as I sucked a cock for the first time in my life. "Oh, Billy! That's sooooo goooood!" moaned Freddy in a husky feminine voice. "Oh yes; keep going, lover." At first, I was moving my wet lips up and down on the top two inches of Freddy's cock, letting my tongue slide all around the cockhead and piss-slit. Gradually, I worked my way farther down the shaft, pulling back whenever I felt myself gagging, but returning right away to take more and more of his erection into my mouth... three inches; four; five. As his cock was pushing into my throat, I was exhilarated with my rapidly improving skills. I was doing it! I was taking him all the way! I was a faggot cocksucker... and I loved it! His fingers entwined in my hair, and he guided my head up and down on his straining boner. I turned myself over to him completely, letting him thrust up into my mouth as his hips rose off the bed. Guttural sounds of lust - some coherent words, others just animalistic squeals of pleasure - emanated from Freddy's mouth. Meanwhile, Lizzie was encouraging both of us. "Take it, Billy. Suck that thing!.... Yeah, Freddy; fuck his pretty mouth." As my head bobbed up and down above Freddy's crotch, Lizzie came up beside us and I felt her hands roaming over my body. Fingers slid down the crack of my ass, lingered at my tight hole, then reached down and caressed my ballsack. The combination of sensations was making my head spin. She stepped away for a moment and fiddled with a small plastic bottle. When her hands returned to my body, they were slick with lubricant. One hand went to my cock, replacing my own masturbating fingers. The other hand massaged the sensitive skin at the entrance of my anus. My moans of ecstacy were muffled by Freddy's cock in my mouth, but I was riding a sexual high that was unbelievable. Lizzie's slippery fingers stroked me back and forth rapidly as the middle finger of her other hand slowly and gently probed into a region that my own fingers had never before explored. My entire being was blasted into a nirvana of lust, and my mouth slipped off of Freddy's cock as waves of orgasm rushed through me. My boycock vibrated under Lizzie's stroking fingers and my tight asshole clenched in spasms around her probing digit. "How `bout you take a break while I give Freddy his favorite treat" said Lizzie, patting my ass gently. Freddy moved down to take me in his arms and hug me as his sister left the room. Freddy was trembling with excitement, though I had no idea what was going on. When she returned, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was naked... except for a black leather harness around her waist and strong thighs. Attached to the harness was a dildo... a very realistic flesh-colored erect penis that rose up 7" from her crotch. Her eyes gleamed, and the nipples on her minimal breasts stood out hard and dark. Freddy squealed with delight and stood up, positioning himself at the foot of the bed. He leaned over, grasped the low rail of the footboard, and raised his ass up in anticipation. "Oh, Sis! Fuck me! I need your cock in my pussy. Oh, God; hurry!" Lizzie reached for the bottle of lube and spread it over the dildo, then started massaging Freddy's asshole with slippery fingers, penetrating with one, then two, and finally three digits. Her brother moaned and gyrated his ass, pushing up against the fingers. Lizzie reached down to the harness and flicked a switch, bringing a buzzing sound and an expression of pleasure to the 16-year-old girl. The base of the vibrating artificial cock pressed against her clit, sending erotic chills through her body. "Fuck me. I need it. Fuck me hard and fast!" whined Freddy. Lizzie positioned herself between her brother's spread legs, which were slightly bent at the knees, and slapped his ass hard. "OK, faggot; here it comes" she said with a smile as she spread his ass cheeks and positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance of his boycunt. As Freddy cried out with pure lust, the 7" of vibrating silicone cock entered him slowly but firmly. Lizzie held his shoulders and pushed her hips forward, ramming the last two inches hard and fast. Then she started fucking him in long steady strokes, working the lube-slick dildo in and out, twisting her hips around to stimulate every sensitive place in her brother's rectum. She reached one hand around to his rotch and grabbed his throbbing cock. "Jeez, Freddy," she said, breathing hard, "I wish you still had a cute little stiffy like Billy's. Your cock is getting really big and gross!" And she removed her hand as if it had touched something repulsive. "Hey Billy; get down there and finish up your blow job. I bet Freddy doesn't have long to go." I slid between Freddy's body and the footboard of the bed, watching mesmerized as the 7" synthetic cock plowed into the boy's body from behind. His hips pushed back on each stroke to meet the thrust, only to be pushed forward by the power of his sister's athletic body humping against him. His dangling ballsack swung back and forth, and his rigid cock thrust up against my face. Holding it in my hand, I directed it to my mouth, as the two siblings kept up their perverted sexual coupling. This time, my mouth was ready to take the pistoning cock deep. I held my head steady and let Freddy's thrusting hips deliver it in quick urgent strokes that matched Lizzie's fucking rhythm. Freddy's body seemed like it was going into a convulsion as he cried out uncontrollably "Suck me! Fuck me! Oh, God; keep going. Oh! Yes! YES!" As Lizzie pounded Freddy's boy-cunt, his body became rigid. Spurts of hot cum shot out of his cock into my mouth. I tried to move away, but Freddy's body wedged me against the bed, and I just concentrated on swallowing the strange-tasting fluid. Finally, I extricated myself from the 3-way orgy and watched as Lizzie continued to fuck her brother - much more slowly now, and holding the dildo deep within Freddy's rectum as the vibrations against her clit brought her to a powerful orgasm. The two siblings were drained of energy, and Freddy sank to his knees. The dildo was still buried in him to the hilt, and he whimpered with pleasure... his body shaking every few second as shivers of pleasure coursed through him. Things wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Lizzie suggested that their mother might be returning before long. I returned home, physically and mentally overwhelmed by the things that had taken place that afternoon. In my pocket, I carried some souvenirs - polaroid pictures of Freddy sucking me and me sucking Freddy. A much larger number of pictures stayed behind... perhaps as fuel for Freddy's masturbation fantasies, but more importantly as a guarantee that I would always be an available and willing sex partner for Freddy the Faggot and Lizzie the Lesbian. Of course, by now I was totally hooked. The End... for now. Write to me at bil47@yahoo.com.