Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 20:15:03 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 3 STOP. Return to the page where Nifty has posted a warning concerning who should not read the stories posted in this web site. The warning applies to this story. PENIS POWER IN KANSAS -- PART 3 I suggest you read Parts 1 and 2 in GAY MALE, Adult-Youth stories before continuing. They are in chronological order and Penis Power in Kansas will be found by scrolling down to Oct. 4 -- click on directory. (OOPS! I GOOFED. IN PART 2, I DESCRIBED HAVING SEX WITH KURT MAXX. ONE READER WROTE AND ASKED ME WHO HE WAS AND HOW HAD HE GOTTEN INTO THE STORY. I REVIEWED PARTS 1 AND 2 AND FOUND THAT IN PART I HAD MENTIONED REMODELING THE KITCHEN BUT I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT KURT MAXX WAS THE YOUNG, LOCAL CARPENTER WHO DID THE WORK. HE, LEE AND I WORKED TOGETHER IN THE HOUSE FOR THE LAST HALF OF THE SUMMER. LEE AND I LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AND HE WILL REMAIN IN PARTS OF THE STORY.) It was mid-afternoon when Lee came home. I was sitting on the sofa in the Study and talking on the phone with Lloyd Smith, the Attorney. Lee gave me a peck on the cheek and indicated by sign language and the silent, mouthing of words that he had to go to the Bathroom. When he came back he was naked below the waist, pulled me into a standing position and undressed me until I, too, was naked except for my T-shirt, sweater and socks. I told Lloyd that Lee had just come home from a trip to Denver and asked if I could call him back. Lee lubed my cock with the K-Y he had brought back from the bathroom, pushed me back into a sitting position on the sofa, threw his arms around my neck and lowered his boy box down onto my hard prick; it slipped easily into his love hole and he humped me and smothered me with kisses at the same time. I knew he'd be hot when he got home, but it was a bit of a surprise that he chose to get fucked instead of having oral sex. When he shot, he shot all over my stomach and I was one sticky mess. Lee told me he had been a horny bastard all the time he was in Denver. Luke and he had slept together in a double bed and he was afraid to go to sleep for fear he'd reach over in his sleep and grab Luke by the cock. In the shower this morning, before leaving Denver, was the only time he was able to jerk off. I told him what Kurt and I had done and told him I felt really guilty about it, as if I was cheating on him. His reply surprised me: He told me he didn't want me to feel that way. "If Luke had been gay, I'd have been all over him. You had a chance; I didn't have one. Kurt is a sexy guy. I don't want you to feel guilty about stuff like that. You and I bonded in that motel room in Ogallala and I don't think anything or anybody could pull us apart. Not even recreational sex once in a while. Too, I guess we should just face it -- we're both over sexed and I love it. Tomorrow, it might be me -- I hope!" "Oh, and Kurt intimated something about a small, local club composed of men and boys who like sex together. He wouldn't tell me anything more, but he wants to come over tonight and explain it when we are all three together. Is that OK with you?" "Sure." "Well, why don't you call him on his cell-phone and tell him to come for supper." Sure, what's his number?" Lee and I got some pork-chops out of the freezer but didn't start supper until Kurt arrived and we had downed a few drinks and Lee had his first beers since going to Denver. We watched TV for a while and Kurt, speaking to both of us, asked if he could go upstairs with us for the night. Lee said "sure", and conveniently, for me, went to the fridge for another beer. I used his absence to tell Kurt it was OK with me too but I didn't want him to try to fuck Lee. He responded that he wouldn't, realizing that privilege belonged to me. Once we were in the attic bedroom, Kurt told us, before he extended us an invitation to the club, he wanted to be certain that we were comfortable with being naked in the company of other men. We both replied that we thought we would be and Kurt said "prove it". We all stripped and piled our clothes on a couple of chairs. "Lee and Jase, I want to guide you through a number of experiences." All three of us were erect just from looking at the other's cocks. Kurt had Lee and I stand close together and he groped our genitals. "This is not for my jollies, guys, but you'll find some guys in the club will do it to you. It is merely a signal that they're interested in you. Will that offend you?" We both replied that we were OK with it and Lee reached over and took Kurt's big shaft into his hand and told him that he and I had both been fascinated by his size since we first saw him taking a leak. "Well, guys, you've got to realize that what turns the three of us on is not necessarily what turns other guys on. All kinds of things will happen and I hope you can keep an open mind. Everyone in the club comes to the meeting to get turned on, have sex and shoot a couple of loads. "What if some guy were to lie down on a Bathroom floor and ask you to piss on him. Or, what if a guy came up to you, hugged you and pissed on your genitals? Could you be comfortable with that? Lee and I both hesitated. "That's what I'm talking about, guys. Things are going to happen that you've never experienced before. If not comfortable would you at least accept it?" We both said yes, in the atmosphere of a club of guys like us, we would." "Good, I'm not saying that is going to happen five minutes after you walk into the door, but it could. Next, some guys, educated or otherwise, have a limited vocabulary when it comes to sex; so, what if some guy just introduces the conversation with something like `Can I fuck your ass, or can I suck your cock', is that OK with you two. In short does crude talk turn you on or turn you off? " Again, we told Kurt it was OK. In fact it kind of turned us on. "Now then, let me change the subject a bit. I want to help you two enhance your sex life. You've got to be pretty savvy to exist with a group of men all out for sex between males. I know you've only been into this game since early summer. May I?" Lee responded "It's pretty good now but if you can make it still better, to ahead." "Well, Lee, maybe not better, but maybe more inclusive, maybe deeper into gay sex. First, I want to tell you that a bed is not the only place for sex, it isn't even the best place sometimes, depending on your mood. But, that is where I want to start off." Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and told Lee to lie across his lap. He stuck his big, erect cock between Lee's legs and said: "Lee you feel that cock between your legs? Well if you're going to expect a man to give you his cock up your ass, the man has the right to warm up your boy box -- get it really hot -- so you're willing to let him fuck you good." Kurt pulled his cock down from Lee's crotch area, rubbed Lee's ass cheeks and then gave him a swat with his hand. "Lee, men have been spanking boys since the beginning of time. It started out as a punishment but, even as a punishment, there is something erotic to it. It generally gives both the man and the boy erections." He spanked Lee some more, reached under him and affirmed, aloud, that Lee was indeed erect. "There, you see Lee, it hurts, but it still gives you a hard-on." As he continued spanking Lee, he, at the same time, maintained a dialog. "Lee, men and women get married. At first their sex together is a hot, passionate thing, then, unfortunately, for a variety of reasons, it becomes a routine, then it is even looked at, sometimes as a duty, then they move apart, start cheating on one another, then end up in divorce -- the bond of their marriage has been destroyed." But it can be different -- even between two men. You can allow your partner a little leeway for fooling around and at the same time your relationship can become so special that nothing can tear it down. That is one of the reasons foreplay is so important. "Jase has a right and a duty to you, to keep sex hot and there are ways to do that. I've made you all erect and squirmy by spanking you. Now I want you to get on your hands and knees on the floor." When Lee obeyed, Kurt got on his knees behind him. "Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart." With that, Kurt started rimming him. He licked his sphincter and then told Lee to spread his cheeks even wider and he actually sucked, and sucked hard, on the entrance to his boy box. Lee was beside himself. Kurt told me to move around in front of Lee, open mouth kiss him and pinch, rub and pull on his nipples. I knew Lee like an open book and I knew he was getting more worked up by the minute. I was getting the same way. It was almost painful. It was like knowing, for example, that I was close to sticking my cock up his ass and then the phone rings; like it was like needing it so bad you could hardly wait and then being denied the opportunity. Then, Kurt said, "Fuck him! I'll go to the bathroom and jack off." Lee hollered, "No. Stay!" Lee was still on his hands and knees so I knelt behind him and Kurt knelt in front of him. Lee immediately took as much as he could of Kurt's huge tool into his mouth and began sucking him. I entered his love hole. All three of us were well worked up. Maybe I intended to be gentle with him but I ended up fucking him hard and deep. We didn't even make it to the bed to recover from our sexual high. After a while, Kurt went to the Kitchen to get more beers. Somehow Lee ended up with the side of his face on my stomach. "God, Jase, I love to lie like this. Do you know why?" "Because I'm a soft pillow." "No because I can hear your stomach churning, digesting your dinner. And when I rest my head on your chest I can hear your heart beat. You're the first person I've ever been close enough to that I felt I could do this. It is almost as intimate as sucking your cock. I love you so much!" "I understand, Lee, and I want you to know that I love you and always will." He crawled his way up and kissed me. By that time we heard Kurt coming back up the stairs. He tossed us each a beer and started explaining his mysterious club: "Please don't get upset if you're against this as no way will it end our friendship. So, let me tell you something, about a club or a group I want you to join. The group would number, if you and Lee join, 7 males 21 or over and 6 boys 20 or less years old. The boys vary in range from 19 down to two boys that are about 12 years old. "What is the group all about?" "I'm getting to that. The group is a collection of all the men and boys that we know of to date that are interested in having gay sex between with males. I'm sure there are others but boys couldn't get involved with both parents living. Neither could men get involved if they are married. What would they say to their wives in explanation? Although there are two married men, one of which has 3 small daughters and he manages to do pass it off as a poker club." My curiosity was running wild. I'd always fancied sex with a married man. I just couldn't imagine that so many men and boys in this small community would expose and practice their homosexuality with the risks involved, so I asked Kurt who they were. "I can't tell you that, Jase. You haven't lived here very long but you would personally know the majority of both the men and the boys. But, let me go on. We meet the 1st Tuesday of every Month, unless it falls on a Holiday. We meet at the same place in a building outside of town but easily accessed. The location is secluded and absolutely safe. Today is December 21st. The 1stTuesday in January is the 7th, so you've got time to think it over. I do need to know by December 31st at the latest. I can't just spring this on the other members, although we don't vote on this sort of thing. Everything is informal, nothing is structured." "Oh, Jase, you're liking my shaved genitals is what led to all this. Either Lee or I can shave yours. All the men have shaved genitals but the boy's don't -- it might be awkward to explain in the showers after PE classes." I don't know of anything in the world that excited me more than shaved, male genitals, so Kurt really had me excited and now I asked: "What do you do at the meetings?" "Hey guy, use your imagination. Gays like to suck, be sucked, fuck and be fucked, plus jack off. You can jack off at home or driving down the highway but why bother with it when there are 7 naked men and 6 naked boys together. These guys are interested in sex with males." He continued by saying nothing is structured; you can't plan sex. It has a way of just happening -- a lot of everything and more than you might think. "You can't tell me who belongs." "Jase, I said you hadn't lived here long. Maybe you've lived here too long. You're as curious as some of the old biddies in town." "You're impossible." Last night I was unbelievable, incredible, and fantastic -- make up your fucking mind -- you're confusing me." "You're all of those things plus more. I'm so glad Lee told me to call you when I needed new cabinets, or we might not have met you." At breakfast, Lee started in immediately about a scheme Luke and he had discussed on the way home. Luke and Lee had both gone to sleepovers at the Andersons for years and Luke wanted Lee and him to hold one. His parents wouldn't let him use their house as it didn't have a basement and it was too crowded using the Living and Dining Room. It was to take place between Christmas and New Year's Eve. "Well what's involved on my part?" "Something to eat. I was thinking Chile would be easy, along with milk. Luke's mom would bake some apple pies, maybe have ice-cream, too." I thought to myself that they had done some planning as well as discussing but I replied: "Sounds fine to me but I don't want those who can't play pool to rip Kurt's felt top." Well, well some of the guys only have bedrolls instead of sleeping bags. I thought they could sleep on the couch downstairs and the one on the Study sofa and maybe the Living Room floor where it would be warmer than the basement floor with only a bedroll. Maybe Kurt could spend the night in one of the basement bedrooms and you can sleep in the first floor bedroom. That would pretty well keep things in order. I thought to myself that Kurt supervising would be like putting a fox in charge of the hen house, but I didn't say anything. Lee and I had decided with all the excitement this week we'd forgo giving each other presents. We felt we had been given each other this year and we'd go to Hays, maybe even Denver or Kansas City, and buy something in January, weather permitting. Kurt bought an 18 lb. Turkey and the three of us all pitched in on fixing an evening, Christmas dinner. The sleepover took place on Friday the 27th. They were a nice bunch of boys - a little noisy, played their music a little too loud for my tastes, but everything went well. The Anderson boys were all tall, slender (not skinny) blondes with blue eyes, as I knew from school. All of them were delicious eye candy. Michael, the Anderson 12 year old, slept on the couch in the study and two more boys slept on the Living Room floor. They had chosen their spots earlier but came to bed late -- after I was asleep in the downstairs Bedroom. About 1AM I awoke with someone shaking me. I was Michael saying he had a stomachache. I went to the bathroom and brought back some Maalox, chewable tablets and a glass of water. He had climbed into my bed; his under pants had been tossed on the floor and asked if he could sleep with me, as he was cold. After he chewed the tablets and sipped a small amount of water and I returned to bed, he scooted across the bed and plastered his backside firmly against my stomach, asking me if I knew what would really help him feel better. "No, I can't guess." He reached around, pulled my hand over him and placed it on his stomach saying: "My dad always holds his hand on my stomach when I have a stomachache and it does feel good." Michael squirmed and moved, so I knew he hadn't settled down and neither had I -- in fact my cock was erect and he couldn't help but feel it doing a little of it's own squirming around. Within ten minutes this little shit had succeeded in horning me up, so I spread my fingers as far apart as I could; with my thumb I located his belly button and with my little finger I was able to touch the base of his dick. He neither moved an inch nor uttered a sound. I ventured down a little more toward his dick to locate where it was resting, assuming it was flaccid, which it wasn't. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his erection, between 3 and 4 inches with a real little boy cockhead. We both flinched. He reached behind him and examined mine, whispering that it was big. "Fuck me". I replied that I wouldn't be comfortable doing that. He asked me why. I told him I might hurt him and there were two boys sleeping in the Living Room and they might hear us. Without replying, he ducked under the covers and bent his knees back so we were both cock to mouth. He swallowed me; he couldn't take it all but he sure proved that he was an experienced cocksucker despite his tender age. He brought me to climax and swallowed my load; of course he had not reached puberty but he left no doubt what was happening when he entered into an a intense, boy's, dry climax. Before I fell asleep, I wondered, with Michael being 12 years old, if the Andersons were a part of Kurt's group, as I knew the father was raising them. The mother had died some years ago. I would keep my thoughts to myself. I wouldn't mention them to Kurt, but I would tell him what had happened. In the morning Kurt came up early for coffee. I told him and he confessed that he and Mark (the oldest of the Anderson boys), had fucked together until almost 2AM. Now I felt almost positive about the Andersons. Thinking also, because I knew he had 3 girls, Karl Kruger, the Principal, might be in the group. On Tuesday, December 31st, Nate returned to spend the New Years with Kurt; of course school resumed on Thursday, January the 2nd. Our first meeting with the group would be just a few days away. That knowledge seemed to make sex between Lee and I even hotter -- anticipation over the sex group, I guess - plus Lee's sex starved vacation in Denver. I also told Lee that I had the feeling that the whole Anderson family might be in the group. I also told him I wondered about Kruger (the Principal) and told him Kurt had said one married man with three children was in the group. Lee nixed Kruger adding that the coach, Paul Bradley had 3 daughters and the past year there had been a rumor around the school, among the boys, that Matt and Mark Anderson were servicing Paul's cock and fucking his ass. On Tuesday the 7th Kurt and Nate picked us up in Nate's car at 7PM. Kurt drove and Nate sat in front with him. Lee and I sat in the back. As Kurt approached the bridge across the Solomon River, Lee poked me with his elbow and mouthed: "Andersons". He knew because he had been there on sleepovers. A mile further we turned into a metal gate, one of the Anderson boys told us we were the last arrivals, closed and locked the gate and got in the back seat with us, grinning from ear to ear. We passed the farmhouse and the barns, continuing to a wooded area close to the river. The rustic looking building, nestled among the trees, was, as Kurt had said, secluded. The large room we entered was lit only by a few wall scones which directed low level lighting up to reflect off the ceiling. Fireplaces were located at each end of the room. Kurt told us to take off our clothes and hang them on the wall hooks by the door; keeping on our jockeys was optional. He and Nate stripped and then stayed with us. By some signal, doors opened at each end of the room at the same time and naked men came out of one and naked boys out of the other -- all single file. The men included Mr. Anderson, Coach Paul Bradley, and to my utter surprise, Lloyd Smith (Charles attorney). The last of the men to enter was a young, coffee colored, black man with shaved head, prominent eyebrows and the most spectacular eyes and eye lashes I had ever seen, plus a nice, uncut dick -- he was introduced to me as Tristan Peters, a married, male nurse at the hospital. The boys included Michael Anderson and Billy Smith -- the two 12 yr olds - the Anderson teenagers, Matt and Mark. Another 19 year-old son of Lloyd's was not in attendance. Lloyd came over to tell me Billy was his son. I knew Billy from school but didn't know he was Lloyd's son. Everybody grouped around us, shook hands with Kurt and Nate and gave Lee and I hugs and words of welcome. We spread out and grabbed beers from a portable freezer box and began chatting. Kurt pulled Lee and I aside, showed us a table displaying condoms (which he remarked no one bothered with), packets of Viagra, cigarettes and joints on a tray and an assortment of brown bottles plus matches and tubes of K-Y jelly and various sized cockrings. On an adjacent table was a stack of clean, white, towels. I quietly spoke to Lee and told him to go easy on the beer, absolutely no Viagra, as it was not for minors, and no joints. When we rejoined the group, a few gym mats had been laid out in some areas. I didn't know what to do or what was expected of me. Lloyd Smith approached and his naked body, displaying a flaccid, cut cock, which I estimated would grow to about 7" when erected. Lloyd was a very handsome man. He told me to follow him and he'd show me the layout of the lodge and explain what I could expect to find and where. At the end of the building we explored there was a large Bathroom with 3 basins, two urinals and 1 toilet stall. Another room contained a gang shower. The Bathroom and Shower were between two large Bedrooms, each with 4 twin beds. The whole area was lit solely by night-lights near the floor; bulbs had been removed from all the regular fixtures. Lloyd explained that the other end of the building was similar. Walking back to the main room, Lloyd explained that you could do anything anywhere; there were no rooms designed for specific purposes. We returned to the main room, sat on a couch in front of one of the fireplaces and resumed chatting. "I see you have a tent in your jockeys, Jase, and I would guess, by the size of the tent, that you are very well blessed down there." Lloyd reached down and copped a feel through my shorts saying, "I think you'd have more fun your first time just milling around until you find your own thing to do. Don't spend yourself in the first hour." I'd never done anything in a glory hole but always thought toilet sex would be hot. I grabbed a towel, a bottle of poppers and a joint, knowing I'd be playing a waiting game for a while. After a while, I held my arm down near a night-light so I could see my watch and found I'd been there only 25 minutes but it had seemed an eternity. I sat back down and someone came in. I knew it was Tristan. I couldn't see much with the poor lighting, but I could see feet by virtue of the night-lights and knew the first cock I was going to suck was a black one. That alone excited me. Tristan led off by saying, "You been waiting for me?" "If you want your cock sucked, I've been waiting for you." Reaching down and feeling me he said, "My, you're nice and hard. I bet you've been playing with it." I reached out and fondled his cock and balls. His cock was, at least, a strong 6" and his balls were low hangers. I skinned his foreskin back over his cockhead and sucked him into my mouth. He thrust his pelvis forward and started running his fingers through my hair. I varied my technique as much as I knew how, concentrating just on his cockhead, deep throating, combining in and out motions with twisting my head back and forth to achieve a twisting motion. We paused several times for poppers, after which he'd bend down and kiss me and I'd jack him a few strokes before sucking his cock back into my mouth, which was becoming increasingly wetter. We succeeded in making it last a reasonable length of time before he wrapped his hands around the back of my head, pulling me fully down on his penal shaft. Within seconds his gift of love rushed down his urinary canal and into my mouth. God how I loved the gift that flowed from a blood engorged penis as a man entered the throes of sexual climax -- I knew he was experiencing the excruciating feelings produced by the throbbing of his penis, his body spasms and the pangs of mild pain that caused him to tingle -- along with the indescribable sense of relaxation and calm that would settle over him immediately afterwards. As for a cocksucker it was more than having satisfied a partner's sexual need. It was an act of intimacy with another man, which all gays desperately needed, as well as sharing the same sense of relaxating calm that he had given his sex partner. Oh if that peace would only last, but it never did. All too soon the cocksucker would be cruising for another cock to suck and the man who had just been sucked would be keeping his eye open to spot another, hungry cocksucker. Such is life. Maybe it was intended to be that way for gays; they do seem to have active sex drives. My next relationship entered shortly, he spotted the white towel on the floor and knew the toilet was occupied so pissed, came into the stall and groped my genitals, remarking: "Nice dick. Do you fuck?" I knew that he was Paul Bradley, the Coach. He apparently didn't recognize me, so I just replied, "Sure". He started untwisting the top of the towel he had around his waist, which he had wrapped around a tube of K-Y. I expected him to lead me to a bed but instead he bent over, bracing himself with his hands atop the toilet partition at the front of the stall, spread his legs, and said, "Reach between my legs and jack me a little to get me started." He was not large, lengthwise, for an adult. He was about 4" long but extremely thick. I jacked him, pulled on his balls, which were really man sized, and asked him if he liked poppers. He replied, "Yea man feed some to me", so I reached around and held the bottle first to one nostril and then to the other. "Treat me rough -- really rough." I told him I didn't know what that entailed so he answered that he would guide me -- just do what he said. He told me to spank him hard. With nothing else than my hands for a weapon, I swatted him hard, giving him one swat then gently rubbing each bun, making him wonder where I'd strike next. It worked; he'd flinch and utter a yelp and I would give him another whack. I varied the spanking, giving him swat after swat on one ass cheek and then the other, again stopping to tease him with just where I'd land the next blow. At one point I reached over and kissed his back, asking if he wanted me to stop as his butt must be bright pink by now. "No, keep it up! It turns me on!" So, I continued. With one hand I reached between his legs and pulled hard on his balls and, at the same time, reached around one of his legs to jack his cock. He hadn't been directing me, so, at one point, I reached over and pulled his head back toward me pulling his hair while pulling his balls. He was ready. He hollered, "Fuck me!" I handed him the bottle and we both took a big hit. I rammed him; he jumped and yelled at the same time. He was the male equivalent of a screaming woman -- the longer I fucked him the more he hollered. And, as I was told later, his hollering always attracted onlookers, especially his students. The first time I paused was when he said, "Where's the bottle? I felt sometime tap my leg, looked down and I was being handled the poppers, which I passed on to Paul. The guy on the floor said, "Fuck that cunt some more. He loves it." I saw moment from the floor on my other side and a voice said, "Yea, treat him rough or he won't be able to go home and fuck his wife." I recognized the Anderson boys' slight Swedish accent in the way they pronounced and drug out the word "Fuck". After resuming, I felt some fingers pushing their way in between my cock and Paul's ass to feel my cock shaft during its fucking motions and another finger sliding into my asshole. I thought he was hollering as I fucked him but it was nothing compared to the way he hollered as he began jacking himself when he started his climax. With my dick still up his ass he turned his head and asked, "Who are you? When I told him he said, "We've got to do this again." I didn't answer but said aloud, "Mark, Matt, do you guys want sloppy seconds?" They didn't reply either. Both boys and I left the room at the same time, the boys laughing and Matt said, "You really gave it to him good, Jase!" Mark added, "He's a real male nympho." I cleaned myself up and on returning to the main room I looked at my watch. It was time to go home. No way was I going to stay late. Both Lee and I had to go to school in the morning. I wondered at the gathering in the middle of the room and went over to see what the attraction was. In the middle of the room was a heavy, huge table and on the table were Lee and Billy Smith. They weren't exactly having sex, but were squirming around, licking and fondling each other's bodies. Open mouth kissing, pulling each other's nipples and occasionally masturbating the other. The onlookers were fondling their cocks trying to lick the boys' bodies and stick their fingers in the boys' butts and encouraging them to do this and that. It reminded me of those porno sites where you could watch a naked guy as well as chat with him and ask him to do something. One spectator climaxed and tried to shoot his load on the boys. I was shocked but to stop the show right now would probably not go down well with the group, as sex of all descriptions was why they were here. So I waited it out. I had to admit it was erotic. When the show ended I told Lee what time it was and asked him help me find either Kurt or Nate. We didn't succeed but, luckily, Tristan walked by and I asked him when he was going home. He said he was on his way to get dressed; he had the midnight to 8AM shift. I told him we had to get to school by 8 o'clock, so we dressed together and he took us back to town There was no sex that night on the king sized bed in the attic; not even any discussion of the meeting. One fucked out boy and one fucked out man fell asleep without any effort. TO BE CONTINUED -- Comments will be appreciated and answered.