When I was 17, I came up with a simple idea that became a simple product.  On my 18th birthday, I submitted it to a large department store chain.  4 months later, I had a contract.  Now I make my money 27 cents at a time - about 250,000 times per year.  It pays to think outside the box.  Now you do that!

I've always liked the mountains, - so when I was 19, I purchased an old farm in Appalachia & did a few thousand dollars in upgrades & repairs.  The people in that area are honest to a fault - so despite the fact that I live in Alaska & Florida for 8 months every year - the place in the mountains simply gets storm-shuttered as it waits all alone for me to return for the 4 I spend there.

I was 21 & it was the time of year to head back to the mountains again.  I got to the place at about 6PM & upon entering, I noticed that some things looked different - rearranged.  Nothing was vandalized - so I wasn't too uneasy.  Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed that the storm shutter was opened slightly allowing the outside light to illuminate the room better.  Most of the cupboards were emptied of their canned goods & the staples like meal & flour were really low.  The place was neat - & the sink free of dishes though.  Someone was obviously living there & cared about the place.  I wasn't angry - as much curious as to what circumstances would cause somebody in this part of the country to break into a place & live. 

I decided to park my RV in the large barn - out of sight.  The barn seemed no worse for the time passage.  All the tools were still on the walls.  The sagging rafters had been lifted & the end of the barn had been elevated to level.  Whoever was here was not here to rip me off.  My curiosity grew.

Going back to the house, I tried to make sure that things were in the same place as they had been when I arrived.  Since there was no electricity, I took a quick walk thru with a small flashlight & noticed that the master bedroom had been used because the bed was made differently than I made it & the sink was still damp.  Various toiletries were in various states of consumption & the case of toilet paper I had purchased (144 rolls) was down to the last 50 or so.  The place used gravity feed so the water always had pressure & the domestic hot was circulated through a roof mounted solar panel & water tank during the day to heat it.  Whoever was living there was wearing the clothes I had left too.  Several pairs of 'new' denims were now "worn" denims & a few packages of shorts & socks were now open.  Out of 54 disposable razors, there were about 20 left.  My Bible was open on the small desk that was beside the window - it's shutter wedged open some to let the eastern sun in.  My Bowflex was set up in the corner.  I checked the settings.  Whoever was using it had it maxed.  Now I was really getting curious...

Well, I waited in the dark - sitting on the world's most comfortable recliner.  I dozed off several times.  Finally, at about 10 PM, I heard footfalls coming up the back pathway to the rear of the property.  They stopped at the back porch & I could hear the steps creak some as somebody sat down on them.  I listened intently & could hear a guy occasionally suppress a sob.  Then I heard: "God, why did I have to be born like this & with these feelings?  Sniff.  Sniff.  Nobody will be my friend anymore because they're all afraid that it'll rub off or something; - & no matter what I try to do or how good I am -- it's not good enough for them...sniff."

Wow, I knew those words myself.  Sounded like me a year & a half ago.  I continued to listen as the grandfather clock ticked another 15 minutes.  Finally the muffled sobs became less frequent & the stairs creaked as my mystery guest made his way into the house.  Since there was no power, he shuffled along in the dark - as he must have many times.  As he walked past me, I could make out his tall muscular silhouette against the light from the full moon coming in thru the kitchen window.  He walked into the bathroom & I heard clothes hitting the floor as the shower was turned on.  He showered in the dark.  A few minutes went by & he turned the water off & dried himself.  I figured he must have been living there for a while to be so familiar with the place in near pitch black.  He walked past me again - this time in the nude as he got a drink of water & then walked back to the bedroom.  I could hear him get into bed as the sheets made their sliding sounds against his skin.  The grandfather clock ticked off another 10 minutes & I could hear him begin to breathe deeply & softly snore occasionally.

I quietly got up & walked into the bedroom with my battery lantern in hand.  I turned it to it's lowest setting to check out the mystery man who was sleeping in my bed.  Dark hair - cut medium length fell over his closed eyes.  His brows were thick & his jaw was so square it was amazing.  His neck was big & muscular with lots of vascular motion as his blood surged through it to his perfect head.  His Adam's apple was large & sexy - setting in the midst of his big neck that sent strong tendons down into his chest.  His left arm was by his side - displaying large muscles & good symmetry.  The lower half of his right leg was sticking out of the sheet & showed off a huge calf muscle & a strong sexy guy foot with well groomed toenails.  He couldn't be any older than 20.  I felt awkward.  Here he was sleeping in my bed, and I felt awkward!  I definitely knew that I didn't want to scare him away. 

I set the light to an angle so that only shadows on the bed would be visible & then I stripped all the way to the raw.  I slid under the covers beside my mystery guest & closed my eyes.  He didn't stir at all.  It was a firm mattress.  Slowly, as time passed - I could feel the warmth from him move across into my space.  I carefully moved closer to him - until our arms were close enough so I could cover his hand with mine under the sheets.  It was warm & sexy - with muscle & bone covered by soft, young skin.  As I wrapped my hand in around his some, I could feel my calluses (from weight lifting) slide against his.  He whispered something from his sleep & his hand gently gripped mine back a little firmer.  Soon I was fast asleep. 

A few hours later, I awoke with the feel of a large arm sliding across my chest - as he rolled toward me in his sleep.  I rolled toward him some so I could bring my arm around his back.  We were both on our sides - facing each other, & I was feigning sleep - when his hand (now around my back) moved some as his palms told him he had skin in his grasp.  From my size & stature, there was no doubt that he'd know that it was a guy in his gentle hug as his mind gradually awoke in my warm embrace.  He became very still for well over a minute as his brain took stock of the situation.  I took a deep breath (from my pseudo-sleep) & pulled him closer to me.  As my arm slid down over his back - pulling his groin closer to mine, - I could feel the tension in his body & the slight resistance as his unmistakable erection docked beside mine.  He was audibly breathless - almost panting & I could feel his whole body shaking a little bit as his racing heart caused his breathing to become punctuated with the poundings within him. 

Not even 30 seconds passed as his arms slid around me & his back arched some.  A few of his toes gave off some cracks as he curled them in.  At the same time, I felt the unmistakable stiffening of his penis beside mine that came regularly & quickly propelling hot man sauce through the hollow made as our stomachs gave way slightly to the other - & landing on our mutually heaving abs - gluing us together at the pleasure trails.  His orgasm was long & intense as he basked in the feeling of being in the arms of a sexually mature, healthy guy.  I didn't know if he even noticed me having one of my own - right beside his.

As the feeling gradually loosened its grip on him, he opened his eyes & grinned at me weakly thru his after-glow.  I smiled back with a large grin. "Howdie neighbor...", I whispered. 

"I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up & discover this is all in my head...", he worried out loud.  I put the squeeze on him for a long second with my huggers.

"Did that feel like a dream?", I whispered & smiled.

"No...no it didn't...", he spoke softly as his face flushed red & he began to cry (trying to suppress it, but unable to.)

I hugged him a little closer & reassured him, "It's ok...we'll talk it out ... no matter what it is.... it's ok...".  I docked my face right up beside his so that his tears were running down over the both of us.  His hands slowly slid all over my back & he'd occasionally hug me tighter as he cried an ocean of hot, deeply felt tears.  After 10 minutes or so, he began a brief ritual where he'd pull his head back some to look at my face & then plant a kiss on my cheek or neck - followed by burying his head in my collar-area & crying hard again.  It must have taken him an entire half an hour just to say that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen & he couldn't believe that I was in his arms.  That made me clench my teeth as a few tears fought their way out of my eyes.  We gently hugged & kissed for over an hour - each astonished to find the other so "perfect".  Very few words were said.  Hugs, tears, caresses & reassuring glances said it all for us.

The batteries in my lantern must have been near their end, because it slowly faded to black  Our hugs, kisses & caresses slowed too until we were cuddled up like a couple of puppies - just sleeping.  Occasionally, one of us would awaken & give the other a squeeze & a soft kiss.  It was a heck of a way to get acquainted.  By 7:AM, I awoke to discover morning wood.  I could feel his beside mine too.  I snuggled into him & got the angles all adjusted as he began to cuddle back.  I was pretty much on my back with him on top of me as we slowly caressed & stroked the surface of each other.  Our dicks were speaking their own language that turned into mutual orgasm just before 7:30AM.  We kissed & cuddled for a few minutes after & then simultaneously spoke the name of the over-riding feeling were having: "Gotta piss..."  Laughing; -- We walked arms around backs to the bathroom & took a mutual piss as we grinned nonstop at each other.  At the sink, we washed all 4 hands at once - pressing shoulders into each other as we soaped each other up.  I then glanced toward the shower.  He turned the water on & we waited a few seconds for the temperature to become bearable (that solar tank & panel really did a good job).  We both stepped in & nonverbally soaped & scrubbed each other down.  It was intensely romantic as we soaped, cuddled, stroked & rinsed under the slow warm flow.  This guy's body & body language were so awesome!  I guess he liked mine too.

Getting out, we dried each other off with the lone towel there, & he brushed his choppers as I got a fresh brush from the 'guest bin' under the sink. Then we wandered back to the bed & sat down.

THE DETAILS:   

We ended up having a talk -- the one where he tells me his name is Troy & I tell him mine is Dean.  Troy was almost 20.  He had grown up in the nearby town of 168 people & had been discovered reading a playGIRL magazine (I wonder who's that was) several months ago.  The witch, eh, "gay" trial that followed consisted of gossip, rumors & innuendo's where the local preachar denounced him to the entire congregation in a service he wasn't invited to attend.  Since the entire town (even the white separatists) attended the same Southern Baptiste church -- Troy found himself an unemployed & homeless "bomination".  3 days after sleeping in the woods, he remembered this place - which I'd fixed up greatly the year before. He'd been living here ever since & trying to find a way to make a living - but the rumors of the "bomination" seemed to follow him.  With no money to escape the region or steady work or friends, -- he had grown terribly depressed & suicidal.  Had it not been for my place - a place to stay, he told me he would have ended it all a long while back. 

I told him about my "coming out" in a conservative home & subsequent ex-gay experience.  I told him it was like visiting Egypt because deNile was everywhere.  He laughed when he got the pun.  I told him how I met a guy in the program who had read a forbidden Bible verse: Galatians 3:28.  He called it the "forbidden verse" because when he read it he figured out in an instant that God had resolved the sexuality issue completely by creating the "inner man" in the likeness of one who had no gender "Neither male & female"!  Then I opened my Bible to 1Samuel & walked him through the account of David & Jonathan.  About the time I showed him the text about David 'going down' on Jonathan 3 times & then spilling his 'seed' during a 'secret' meeting in a secluded field - I could see years of emotional & mental abuse melting away from Troy as the reality of the veiled text undid the brainwashing of a lifetime among religious bigots.  I showed him that the book he'd been told condemned him -- actually validated him & called Jonathan's lover, - King David "a man after the heart of God"!  Nope, the ex-gay program had not been happy with me at all!  I guess that made me "Ex-Ex"! 

Troy asked me why so many people thought the Bible condemned men who loved men physically.  I'd already figured that out too: Arse Phuck'n ... the text forbids men treating each other like women & primarily that means that arse-phuck'n carried a death sentence.  Even Paul wrote that those (male or female) who did that act received the penalty (death) within themselves...(as disease/s ... get it!).  Then I showed Troy where the Apostle Paul said 'not to go beyond what was written' - so that IF Arse phuck'n was all the text on male/male sexuality forbid ... then that's all the text forbid ... PERIOD[.]   An hour in the Bible had lifted years of torment by people abusing the context of 6 so called "gay-bashing" passages!  He was ecstatic, smiling & leaking tears of joy/relief like a faucet.  Some people may not understand ... but when you see the time frame after the 2nd date on the tombstone as being more important than the dates in between, -- God's relationship becomes the focus of the person's life.  What's bigger than God?  Understand?  So, when a person is told by their religion that God hates ALL sexual activity between like genders & you happen to be oriented in such a way as to emotionally & physically bond with your own gender -- the conflict is irresolvable.  It would be like being told that God hates people who regularly drink di-hydrogen-monoxide (WATER).

It took a while for Troy to recompose himself & every so often during the day he'd get his huggers around me & bury his face in my neck as he let the tears roll.  By noon, we were in love.  I let him know that I was glad as I could be that he'd been living there & not to consider for a second that the consumables he'd gone thru were a problem.  As a matter of fact, I offered to pay him for the work he had done on the place.  I insisted that he stay (on account of being so cuddly & all).  We got the RV hooked up to the house's electrical system & worked the vacuum until it was gonna fall apart - cleaning the place from top to bottom. 

I showed Troy my plans to turn the attic into living space & he offered his opinions & ideas.  See, Troy was an experienced carpenter - & in those parts: Carpenters know lots of cross-over trades like plumbing & electric.  Since I had a budget for the work, I insisted that he be paid a fair price for his expertise.  We wore about the same size everything - so I told him that my clothes were his too.  I had never seen someone's demeanor come around so quickly as did his.  Over the next month, we cut, pounded, saw, resized, refit, rewired, replumbed & basically rebuilt the attic.  Going into town was the best part - as people saw Troy all dressed up & spending money by the thousands of dollars on materials & appliances.

The attic was now a large master bedroom with a smaller guest bedroom & large connecting bathroom with a Jacuzzi-tub combo.  There was a large den with skylights throughout.  The smell of fresh tile, wood, paint, thinner & other materials made the whole house feel new. 

But the best thing about the place was Troy - & I told him - often.  We worked out together, - & groomed each other.   

The best thing about making your own schedule is that you can break up the day the way you want for sex, & food, & sex & sleep, & sex.  Yeah ... some prude is gonna read this & make eye-rolls for the next 15 minutes ... but two guys in their sexual prime who happen to love the stuff'n out of each other are gonna get each other off - & it was ALL in the mak'n of love:  Sometimes we'd cuddle for hours - rubb'n, lick'n & nibbl'n on each other's extremities & memorizing fingerprints, earlobes & which toes were more ticklish.  We'd gradually end up making the most intense, beautiful, man messes!  I purchased extra sheets too ;-)

I took Troy to Florida with me that winter & Orlando where we did the whole Sea World \ Disney thing.  In Boca, we found an attorney who set up an awesome domestic partnership based on what Troy & I wanted with joint power of attorney.  We essentially "adopted" each other.  to those couples who want the state to give you "gay marriage", we advise against it.  Don't trust your lives to the whims of politicians.  Do it yourselves.  So, you won't be able to suck the tit of government.  Big deal.  We don't need their forms.  We don't need their permission; -- & we don't want their money.  You need to stop letting other people control what's between your ears!  Politicians love to invent "issues" where none exist for the CITIZEN.  See the word "CITIZEN"?  In North America, that's a loaded term.  Ask a competent lawyer about it - someone who knows about cases like this<click>!

By now everyone reading has probably figured out that Troy & I are against the anal-sex stigma that reeks from the gay community.  We've had many people make comments implying that we were into "that stuff" because we're into each other.  We make no apology for that fact that we're not a couple of arse phuckers - & yeah ... it does matter what people think!  When we're out, most people think we're merely great friends until they observe us for a while.  We like shattering stereotypes. 

It's about time a movement like this happened.  I explain it this way: If someone walks into a meat market & orders "meat", he might get anything from cow to sea-urchin.  That's like the word "Gay".  Could be almost anything - (but the anal thing seems assumed to come with the word these days).  Well, like the guy who knows what he wants in the meat market -- instead of saying "meat" & leaving it at that; -- He asks for "ANGUS - PRIME CUTS".  Good choice.  Well now, the guy who says "g0y" when seeking a relationship has just made a marked distinction too: Good choice!