The BLTS Archive - The Wild Weekend . . . 
by C. A. Mallett

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It's the last long weekend before Summer Vacation, and it is the
standard rule for Starfleet's honour grads to have a let loose'
weekend.  That translates into a four-day pass.

Let me introduce myself.  My name is James Tiberius Kirk.  "James T,"
to  all my professors and "Jim" to my friends.

My roommate for the last four years has been Gary Trevor Mitchell;
"Mitch" to most of us.  But, as we got to know each better, it became
"Gary" and "Jim."

Throughout my academy years, I was the quiet studious type and Gary
was the happy-go-lucky, carefree type.  Of course that made us the
ideal' room mates.  Personally I think the instructors hoped part of
me would rub off on Gary.

We became friends after the first semester and hung around a lot. That
also meant we did a fair amount of double dating  Halfway though our
first year, Gary finally admitted I was, "Too boring to have around." 
I  said, "Fine by me. You go and fuck whatever you like, just leave me
to my books."  That was the wrong thing to say to him because he took
it as a dare.

Over the next six months he pulled every stunt he could think of to
get me into bed with a girl.  When that didn't work, he tried getting
me drunk.

Several times he managed to drink me under the table and we ended up
in bed together.  For three years we had an 'on-again, off-again'
relationship  that seemed to keep us both satisfied.

All this brings me to the last weekend of school.  It was a hot, wild
weekend and one I doubt I'll ever forget.  It was just about 0530 when
Gary bounced on my bed, waking me up.

"Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.  You can't spend THIS weekend in bed.  I
got BIG plans for us, Jim-boy.  Starting with, we are on the first
transport to Old San Francisco Bay."

"The Bay?" I said, still half asleep.

"Yeah.  Jim, don't you remember?  Our game . . .  You losing . .  The
secluded cottage  .  . . ?"

"Oh yeah," I replied, yawning.  All I wanted was to turn over and go
back to sleep.

"Jim?"

"Not now, Gary, I'm still tired from the party last night,"  I said.

I heard him say something like "that's too bad," and the next thing I
knew Gary had pulled the sheet off me . . .

(Did I tell you I sleep in the raw?  No?  Well I do.  Can't stand
having my body restricted)

    . . and poured s very thick chocolate - looking goo all over my
private area.

"What the shit . . . !" I started to yell.  "Gary!"

"Give me your hands and I'll help you up.  We don't want to get any of
this on the sheets, do we?"

The last thing I wanted was to give next year's plebes something to
talk about, so I stood up, spread my feet apart and let Gary finish
what he had started.

"Don't worry," he said, "I locked the door when I came in last night."
Kneeling in front of me, he licked off every drop.

I had to admit that, when he'd finished, I was a bit disappointed.  In
an  odd way I found it very arousing.  After showering, Gary assured
me there would  be more to come.

A lot more.

Later.

---

It was ten o'clock we stepped off the shuttle.  Gary had
transportation waiting and we arrived at his cousin's cottage
forty-five minutes later.  I followed Gary to our room and we began to
unpack.

Gary handed me a package.  I looked at the tag.  It said, for Jim with
love.'  Then I looked at him.

"You can't open it yet," he smiled.  "I'll tell you when."

After we hung up our uniforms, he turned to me and said, "Here.  Put
this on."  "This" was a soft light blue terry bath robe.  I looked at
him, wondering what he was up to.

A long time ago, Mom taught my older brother and me that, when a man
gives his word, and to remain a man of his word, he had to keep that
word no matter what.  It was something we both never forgot.

Since I had won nearly every chess game Gary and I had ever played can
you imagine my horror when I lost.  And, being true to my word, I
would not renege.  The condition of our bet was that the loser would
spend an entire weekend at the winner's mercy.  I figured the worst I
could do was to end with some boring, fickle, air-headed female that
Gary had lined up.

Gary on the other hand couldn't believe his good fortune.  It was the
only game of chess that had won during the four years we played
together.  Said he spent months planing his 'sweet revenge'. He
reassured me that I would be worth every credit he spent.

I ignored him and started pulling the wrapping off.  Gary quickly
slapped my hands and said, "Not yet.  I've only just begun to play.
You, Jim, are about to get paid back for all the games I lost."

"You lost fair and square.  I can't help it if you're a lousy chess
player."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

"Where are we going?"

"To the playroom, Jim.  To the playroom."

---

Gary opened the door with a secret code and took me inside.  I stopped
dead in my tracks.

This was no playroom; it was a chamber for torture.  The first thing I
noticed was a large inner tube hanging from a gigantic hook.  (You
know, the kind you see at the water parks.)  Off to one side was an
old-fashioned medical examination table with a portable bulky laundry
tub at the end.  The thing had not one but three taps with several
odd-looking hoses attached.  Built-in under the table was a mini
refrigeration unit.  In a corner stood two low benches against the
wall and, just above them, several hooks.

I took a good look around the room, then at Gary who was wearing his
famous,  I've just swallowed the cat' and boy, am I going to enjoy
this' grins.  I glared at him.  I wasn't too pleased with this setup.

"Relax, Lover, you know I wouldn't hurt you.  I love you too much . .
. "

I was told to hang up my robe and lay down on the table.  My legs were
lifted up and Gary placed one foot in each stirrup.  I was then
instructed to  move my ass further down.  I did.  Gary secured my legs
in two places with Velcro straps before moving them wider apart.

"Jim, you think you got turned on when I licked the syrup off you.
Well, you're just going to love this.  Remember what I said about
whipped cream?"

"Gary, you wouldn't dare!"

"You bet I would.  I intend to eat . . . er, lick my way through a
delicious, hot fudge sundae."  He walked to the tub and moved it to
the bottom of the table.  Warm water from a hose wet my exposed groin
which was soon covered in foam.  Gary came around to the side of me
and preceded to tie my wrists together.  "Can't have you getting up
and walking away in the middle, can we?"

Then he tossed the rope over a ceiling pipe.  Gary made sure it was
comfortably secure and didn't cut into my skin.  Then he placed a
small pillow under my head.  "Comfy, are we?" he asked while his hands
tweaked my nipples until they stood erect.  "That's how I like you,
Jim. Hard and begging."

"Get on with it, Gary.  I haven't got all day!"  I tugged on the rope.

"Relax, love.  You ain't goin' nowhere till I'm finished with you.  I
put a lot of effort into this and I'm going to enjoy every minute of
it."

"Then what the hell are you waiting for?"

"Time.  Some things just cannot be rushed."  He bent over me and as
his tongue started to lick at one nipple his fingers gently teased the
other.

It wasn't long before I reacted.  The more I tried to move the more
insistent Gary became.  In the end he won.  All his hard work
succeeded in accomplishing what he set out to do.  I was sporting one
hell of a hard on which Gary quickly made sure was covered with foam.
Gary kept up his teasing for about another ten  minutes or so.  I was
almost ready to come and would have if he kept his ministrations up.
But he didn't.  He stopped when I was on the edge.

"Can't have you coming too soon, that'll spoil everything."  He washed
the foam away with warm water, then turned to me and said, "Nice, very
nice.  Glad  I arouse you.  We didn't miss a bit.  And eating hair is
not what I have in mind."

I felt something soft pat against my sensitive flesh.

"What did you do?" I asked.

Gary ignored me.

"Ah, now to dessert," he stated as he reached under and removed a
large can of whipped cream,  a squeezable bottle of chocolate syrup
and a jar of cherries.  He covered each nipple with sauce first. His
fingertips made sure it was spread around.  The sauce was covered with
a thick layer of cream and topped with a cherry.  Then he poured
chocolate into my belly button until it was filled and oozing over the
edges.  It too was smothered with cream and topped with a  cherry. 
"Now," he said, "onto the big question.  Do I complete the sundae or
eat it in small portions?"  His head turned to face me.  "Which would
you prefer?"

"Do I look like I'm in any position to answer?"

"Nope!  So I think I'll start at the top and work downward."

He leaned over me and bit the cherries from my nipples.  Then he
lapped and sucked each one clean.

"Gary, I'll get you for this!" I warned.

"I hope so, Jim.  Oh, I hope so."

My belly button was next.  After biting the cherry and lapping the
cream,  his tongue slowly dipped into the crevice to absorb the sweet
sticky goo.  God,  was it ticklish.  I had to concentrate on keeping
still otherwise Gary threatened he'd have to start all over.

He took a breather before heading for the big one.  Since I had fallen
soft, he didn't have anything to coat.  First he took my penis in his
hand and  gently milked it four or five times until it was semi-erect. 
Then he covered it with syrup.  His fingertips made sure the whole
area was completely covered.  He added a bit more chocolate and then
some cream, more chocolate and dressed the tip of my penis with a
cherry.  The whole thing looked erotic as hell.

He took the cherry first but this time he didn't eat it.  He bent over
my mouth and dropped it in.  "I'll let you have this one, Lover. Can't
let you starve to death now, can I?"

I nearly swallowed the thing whole when his mouth devoured the tip of
my penis.

"Gar-r-r-e-e-e-e . . . !" I garbled, while choking on the damned
cherry.

"Feels good, huh, Jim.  Yeah, I bet it does . . .  Oops, missed a bit
here," he said before nuzzling his face between the base of my penis
and scrotum.  His hand gently but firmly gripped my flesh and began
stroking it.  His manipulations were strong and even.  I called out
only to have him take me into his mouth.  I was milked and sucked by a
real pro.

After he was finished, I was rinsed, soaped, and rinsed again.  Gary
patted me dry, untied my legs and hands and helped me stand up.

"Now what?"

"Just cause you've come, Lover, doesn't mean I have.  I intend to fuck
you senseless."

"Gary. . ."

"Uh uh, this weekend you are all mine.  Remember?"  He took hold of my
hand and led me to the inner tube.  He took a  belt with several loops
which was one of many lying over the middle of the tube.  The belt was
placed around my waist and fastened at the back.  Four smaller ones
were fastened around my ankles and wrists.  He instructed me to kneel
and crawl half way through the hole of the inner tube.  I was still
too weak to protest too loudly.  I ended with my top half on one side
and my bottom sticking out the other. He took several more leather
straps with snap-hooks on both ends and tied me to the thing.  Four
straps went through the rings on my waist and were fastened to the
tube's rings.  My legs were spread apart and tied to a metal bar. 
Now, my feet were approximately three feet apart.  Another strap went
through the ring on the end only to be tied to the  rings on my wrist. 
My wrists were fastened to a large ring on the floor.  I was securely
held in place.

Next, Gary went over to a switch box on the wall behind him and I felt
the tube start to move.  It was only partially lifted.   My toes still
touched the ground.  Gary came over to me and checked to make sure all
the straps were properly in place and that I was comfortable. I said,
yes' and Gary  pressed the button again.  I was slowly raised till my
butt was at the right height for Gary.

"Now for the fun stuff," he said, rubbing his hands together again.

I glared at him.  Here I was, helpless, dangling from this inner tube,
hung on a large hook from a derrick.  I was raised inch by inch until
my hands  held the front part of me in a downward position. And my
butt was presented to Gary like the turkey at Thanksgiving dinner.

"What do I do first?  Fuck you, or drive you wild and then fuck you?"

Gary came and knelt under me and asked which I preferred.  I said I
didn't care.  He grabbed both sides of my face and gave me the
biggest, wettest, kiss he ever had.

"I think I'll fuck you first.  I've got this terrible hard-on and it's
all your fault."

"My fault?" I repeated.

"Yes," he replied, kissing me again before he crawled out.  He only
moved about eighteen inches when he stopped.  "On the other hand,
seeing you like this-" his hand caressed my genitals.  "- all soft and
hairless, just like a new born babe.  And that delicious naked cock of
yours . . .   begging.   Well, it's enough to drive any lover wild.  I
just can't keep my hands off you."  He kissed the tip of my penis
before he gently squeezed my groin.  "Oh yes, my love. I think I'll
keep you this way forever."

"Dream on, Gary.  After our finals, it's good-bye!"

"Not if I keep you interested."

"Forget it!  By next month, we'll be assigned to different ships."

"Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?"

"You can dream, Pal.  This weekend is all you get!"

"Then I guess I better make the most of it."

"Shit . . . " was all I said as he swallowed me.  "G-a-r-y . . .  !" I
warned.

"Ah, I see you're almost ready,"  he smiled.  I swear he took delight
in his sweet torture.  He continued his sucking until I came again. I
felt a  rush of cold air hit after he let go.

My head followed his every move.  I watched him pick a tube off the
table and attach a long needle-like tip.  I never got a chance to ask
what he intended to do with it.  Before I opened my mouth, he'd
inserted up my  ass.  I felt something cold ooze inside of me.

"Gary, what the shit . . . ?"

"Relax, Jim-boy.  You're much too tight for me.  I'm just gonna relax
you a bit first.  It will never be said that Gary Mitchell
deliberately hurts a lover."

"Stop saying that.  I'm not your lover!"

"You are for just this weekend, Love, and Gary's going to take real
good care of you too."

No sooner had he finished talking when I felt his finger enter me. He
began to rub the jell around.  Then he added another finger. I felt
him move  his fingers in a circle before they moved in and out. Gary
was right, it did  feel good.  He continued relaxing my muscle with
one hand while his free hand brought himself to a full erection.  He
removed his fingers and wiped them on a towel.  Said he needed to have
his hands greaseless to hold onto the tube in order to get a deeper
penetration.  His rod slithered past the bottleneck to rest deep
inside of me.  Gary's hands grabbed the rope on the inner tube, then
continued to take his prize.  I whimpered, not from pain, but from
ecstasy, from the amount of stimulation I was receiving as Gary's
balls slapped against mine.

Being  held in this position did have its advantages.  I was at just
the right angle for Gary to tease and stimulate my g-spot.  It wasn't
long before I was rock hard again.

Gary totally ignored my condition as he continued to pound my flesh.
He came and then pulled out quickly, deliberately leaving me on the
edge.  His  hand playfully slapped my bare ass as he said, "Sorry,
love, but I can't have  you coming again just yet.  That would
definitely spoil what I have planned for you."  He dried himself off
then picked up a bottle.  "Ah yes, one place left to wash, then I'll
really drive you nuts, Lover  I promise."

"Gary, I'm beginning to think you have a mean streak in you after
all."  I watched as he pulled the tub under me

"Who me?  Why, Lover, I wouldn't hurt a fly,"  Gary said as he pushed
a thin object inside my rectum.  "What I have planned wont work if
you're full in here."  I felt a warmth fill my rectum.  "And an enema
is just the thing to clean you out."

Gary was beginning to get too kinky for my liking.  I hadn't agreed to
this when I lost the bet.  "Ouch!"  I said when the pressure got too
much.  "Gary, this hurts."

"It does not.  It just feels uncomfortable and won't be for long.  He
reached up and massaged my stomach, or what little he could reach.
After  several minutes, he asked, "all better?"

"No," I replied.  I could still feel the warm liquid filling me.

He continued with the massages and gently nip-kissed my ass cheeks. I
just wanted it to end.

"Squeeze tight, Lover.  We do want to make sure I get everything."

I felt the tube being pulled out and another one replace it.  Cooler
liquid forced the warmer one out.  After what felt like hours, Gary
removed the tube and I was dried with a sponge.  Then Gary picked up
another piece of equipment and returned to me.  Then I saw what the
thing was I frantically started to move.  Anything to get out of his
way.  "Gary, you're not putting that in me."

"You mean, like this?" he asked, as he slowly pushed it up my ass.  A
light pop' could be heard as it secured itself.  "It's in, Love. And,
it's going to make you feel so-o-o much better," Gary said. Suddenly
the device expanded to twice its size.

"Gary!" I yelled in horror as I watched him pick up a cord and plug it
into a power source.  Next, he turned it on.  I had never felt
anything like it.  The dildo vibrated, rippled, expanded and
contracted in a variety of random patterns.  "Shit, Gary.  What the
hell . . . Where did . . . ?"

"Like it?"

"Gary!" I said through gritted teeth.  I just wanted to get the hell
out of the contraption.  I didn't want Gary to know how much I was
really enjoying all of it.

"See.  I told you the best was yet to come, didn't I?  I promised to
give you the best weekend of your life and Gary Mitchell never goes
back on his promises.  This is only the beginning, Love.  There's lots
more to come."

"Garrrrrrrreeeee," I yelled,

Gary lowered the contraption.  Released my arms and untied the straps. 
Then he told me to back out the same way I crawled in. After I stood 
up, he turned off the device and handed me my gift.

"You can open your present now." His face wore a devious grin.

"Yeah, yeah, what's the rush?" I asked.  I felt a bit weak in the
knees and deep down I was disappointed that he'd turned the dildo off. 
As if the dildo wasn't enough.  I could just imagine what was inside
the package I held.  I knew now how 'kinky' Gary could get.

"The sooner you open your gift, the sooner the pleasure-"

"You mean torture, don't you?"

"Jim, I'm hurt,"  he replied as his hands clutched his heart and his
face wore a wide, mischievous grin.  "Have I tortured you so far?"

"Damn right you have!"

"Yeah, maybe," he said with a grin.  "But I got to you.  Go on, admit
it.  While it lasted, it was heaven."

I smiled in spite of myself.  So I put Gary out of his misery and
opened the package.  My eyes flew wide open and my mouth dropped when
I saw what it  was.  "Gary, what the hell  . . . ?" I started, but
didn't finish.  The thing was the size of my thumb and looked like a
dried black mushroom.  "What are you planning to do with this?"

"Put it on you."

"Where?"

He just smiled at me.

"Gary?"  I looked closer at the thing.  "This isn't . . . ?"

"Uh huh," he nodded.  "Don't worry.  It will fit and it's perfectly
safe."

"Sure it is."  I didn't believe him for one second.  This was Gary
Mitchell after all.  "I just want to know where you plan on putting
it?"

"Now where do you think?"

"Oh no, not there!  You . . . it can't.  It's too small."  The idea of
having something that small shoved up my ass didn't thrill me.
"Besides, you've already plugged my ass twice today."

"Not there, silly.  Jim, where have you been these last few months?
You wear this one."

"Where!"

Gary gripped my penis and smiled.

I, just like every other cadet, had heard of the famous "Venus
Gripper."  I just didn't think it actually existed.

Gary took it from me and asked me to pass him the bottle of oil.

You can imagine my horror.  "Oil?" I said.

"Yeah.  What do you think holds this in place?"

"I'm not sure."

He doused his hands with oil and took the thing from me.  He rolled it
between his palms until the thing was saturated.  Then he held his
hand open and I watched as it grew in size.

"What are you going to do with that?"  Me and my big mouth.

"I'll show you."  With his free hand, he covered my groin with oil.

"Gary . . ."  I warned.

"Jim, I'm just getting you warmed up.  You can't complain about what
I've done so far.  You liked it, didn't you?  Besides, you were the
one who made the original rule, remember?"

Yeah, I wanted to say, but it's different when I'm on the receiving
end.

I watched as Gary massaged the oil into my flesh and making me firm at
the same time.  Then he poured more oil over the thing and began to
pull on its edges.  When it reached the size of both hands, he
stopped.  He instructed me to milk myself until I was fully erect,
then he placed the thing over me,  making sure that it completely
covered my scrotum and penis, leaving only the tip free.

"Bend over, Jim."

"Make up your mind, will you?"

"Jim, it has to placed just so otherwise it will hurt."

So I let him have his way.  Gary fitted the thing so it didn't pull on
anything it wasn't supposed to; his hand squeezed and pressed against
the thing  until it started to grip back.  He was right.  It did feel
terrific.  It was like a giant hand cupping my balls and squeezing my
penis.

"Now to activate it."

"What!?"

Mitchell picked up another bottle of what looked like thick,
colourless syrup and told me to spread my legs.  He smothered the
thing with it and the tip of my penis.  Damn if didn't bring the thing
alive.  At first it felt hot, then it quickly cooled as it started
squeezing me.  The result was erotic as hell.  It felt like I had a
thousand tiny fingertips massaging every square inch.  I wasn't only
hard, I was horny!

Gary turned on the dildo on low and then kissed me.

"You ready for lunch, Jimmy?"

"Lunch!  Didn't you just have breakfast?"

"That was a while ago.  I need my energy."

"What for?"

His bottom lip came out when he pouted.  "Don't you like the way you
feel?"

I didn't dare answer.

He reached behind me and I immediately felt an increase in the dildo's 
speed.  "I can't let you cool down.  What would happen to my treat if
I did?   Besides, I you've always said, 'good sex makes you hungry'. 
Right now I just had some very good sex and it's left me terribly
hungry.  But not for food.  I  want more of you.  Still, I must be
fair.  I've already eaten a chocolate sundae and finished off some
fresh, warm cream.  But you haven't eaten since breakfast. Poor thing,
you must be starving by now.  If you're not quite ready, just give the
word and I'll  increase the speed."

"Gary!" I warned, this time through clenched teeth.

He poured more oil on the tip of my penis, and increased the dildo to
the next level before leaving.  He had the nerve to leave me standing
in the middle of the boat house desperately needing  to come.  I
grabbed the robe and I ran after him.  "Gary, I'll get you for this!"
I yelled.

"I hope so.  I put a lot time and money in preparing for this weekend.
And I intend to get my money's worth."

---

As difficult as it was, we ate lunch.  Afterwards I quickly ran
upstairs; my bladder felt like it would burst any minute if I didn't
pee.  Here I was, dancing around, trying to pee while my innards were
being sweetly tortured.  And all Gary did was laugh.

He was leaning against the door frame with his arms closed. "Got a
problem, Love?"

"Shit!" was all I said.

"Now, now.  We'll have none of that.  Besides, I already cleaned you
out."

"Gary, I gotta go!"

"Then go."

"Yeah, right!  How the hell can I when I can't get this contraption to
stop!"

"You don't stop it, Love, that's the beauty of it.  Now, stop dancing
and pee so we can get back to playing."

I nearly blacked out when the urine finally came.  Damn if the edge of
the thing didn't lap it up like a big sponge.  Now, the device was
twice as stimulating.

As we entered the bedroom, Gary walked behind me and whispered into my
ear, "Enjoy your pee?"

I turned and glared at him.

He wrapped his arms around me and then kissed me.  Not like before but
a real lover's kiss.

My stomach did flip-flops and my knees turned to jelly.  I wasn't the
only one aroused.  I could feel Gary's hardness pressing against me.

His hot breath whispered in my ear, "I want you, Lover."

He led me to the bed and told me to kneel.  He re-plugged the dildo
into a socket at the top of the bed.  "Can't have the battery running
out of power.  After all, we've got the whole weekend ahead of us."

I said nothing.  It took all my effect to concentrate on kneeling.
Every nerve ending in my body was on fire.  Not just my penis or ass
either.

On his back, Gary slipped under me until his face was in direct
contact with my nipples.  His tongue teased them until they were hard
paps.   Gary knew I was sensitive there and always made a point to
include them whenever we had a sexual encounter.  Gary was thoughtful
that way.  His hand snaked around my waist to increase the tempo. That
little increase was enough.  Gary certainly knew which buttons to
press to get me to release my load.  The speed was at maximum.  I
could no longer kneel  Gary quickly pulled me on top of him and held
me in his arms until I came.

We lay in each other's arms until I caught my breath.  Then Gary
removed the dildo and made good his promise.  He fucked me, royally.
Good sex always makes made me sleepy.  And sleep I did.  In fact, we
both slept.

---

When I finally woke, I discovered that the dildo was back in place and
doing a very good job at stimulating me.  So did the 'mushroom', for
that  matter, after Gary had resoaked it.

I wore nothing but the 'mushroom' and the plug in my butt all weekend. 
Thank goodness we were in an isolated area.  I did get a chance to
even the  score.  I did to Gary what he had done me.  I didn't make
use the cream or syrup though.  Maybe one day I might, but not right
now.  As I rinsed  the foam off Gary I got hooked on seeing his
anatomy hairless.  Maybe . . .  Naw, I thought.  This was enough for
right now.  I ran my hand over his bare genitals, absorbing the new
texture.  Not only did it look good, it felt fantastic.  Before that
day, I never knew what a turn on a guy's balls could be once they were
hairless.

Being in a state of constantly receiving stimuli, our sacs were always
plump, heavy and ready.  Gary took me, that is when I wasn't fucking
him.  Either way, we both had one hell of  wild' weekend!

---

The morning of graduation day Gary gave me a present.  It was small
box covered in sliver paper and tied with a silver bow.  Naw, I
thought.  Gary wouldn't have the nerve to give me another one, would
he?  I gave him a suspicious look.  He told me to open it. There, all
shriveled up in a neat ball  was a "Venus Gripper" and a bottle of
oil.  Around the bottle Gary had included a set of hand written
instructions.

"Use it in good health, Jim.  I won't say it will remind you of me.
Who knows where we'll be after today.  Maybe you'll use it if you ever
get stuck out in the middle of god knows where and can't get a good
fuck.  Then he handed me another box.  "Never forget what you said to
me, Jim.  'If you keep your body finely turned, you'll never lose your
head.'"

I looked at the box in my hand  and then at him.

"Relax, Jim, there aren't any strings attached."  He laughed.  "Only a
cord with that one.   Enjoy it, love.  Better yet, think of it as a
thank-you for the years of friendship you've given me."

I looked at the objects in my hand, then at him. "Gary, answer me one
question.  Where did you ever get the . . . this . . . er . . .
these?"

"That's two, but who's counting?  Remember my cousins, Glenn and
Glynn?"

"Yes," I started but never had a chance to finish.

"Well, they're in the import business.  Need I say more?"  He was
almost at the door when he turned around and said, "Oh, by the way,
Jim, I'd  be very  careful who I tried that on.  It was made
specifically for you.  So, unless that other person has the same
measurements you have . . . " was all  he said.

The door closed and for several seconds I stood there wondering what
Gary had meant.

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The End