There was a Saturday morning rugby game and I was there early to see if one of the college teams might pick me up. I'd attempted to make inroads with the local college teams more than once. They often played each other and if there wasn't enough guys out of bed on a Saturday morning, they picked up a player like me, only not me, until the morning after my night in town.

By nine that morning I was involved in a game, and thoughts and memories of the night before were gone until the next excursion into the city. It's as close as I'd come to making a friend and yet I still wasn't ready to call someone to set up a date. Maybe at some time in the future I might do that. Today I wanted to play rugby and put away my need to visit town, which came sooner each time now.

It was a pretty cold morning and I wore a thermal shirt under my rugby shirt. It came off during the first break. One of the guys on my team walked to the sideline with me and stood close enough to take a good look while I stripped off the too hot underwear.

"You're built good for rugby," he observed, checking my operation as it proceeded.

"Yeah?" I said, seeing his eyes taking a survey.

"I'm Phillip Granger. They call me Grange," he said, offering me his hand as I was about to put my rugby shirt back on.

His hand was thin with long delicate fingers. Mine was thicker, with thick fingers, and my nails were cut close. His were manicured and polished. He had blond hair on his lower arms and a headband held back his bushy head of light blond hair. His eyes tracked down from the center of my chest to where dark hairs trailed off below my belly button.

He wore black spandex pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. I put black shorts over my spandex, seeking to hide my constant arousal, while smelling and muscling other guys in the scrum. Grange's cock stood off to the left and was well defined in the fabric. His balls formed a pouch in the middle of the material. My eyes met his eyes once I finished my own survey.

The contact in the scrum, muscle to muscle, satisfied my need for physical contact, man to man. While I didn't concentrate on it or encourage it, physical contact was a natural consequence of the game, If a hand found its way onto my erect penis, I no longer brushed it away, preferring to accept it in the spirit which was intended.

Grange's hand found its way onto my crotch twice and he knew I knew no effort was made to remove it any too fast. He must have been keenly aware that I wasn't going to stop him from fondling me all he wanted. Standing beside him, his eyes watching my every move.

He was fast, agile, and tougher than he looked. He could use his tall thin frame to redirect the energy of other bigger guys, slipping around them to the ball on two occasions, passing off for someone else to score down at the goal.

He smiled and seemed to like rugby. There was one other player he was talking with a couple of times before the action renewed, after a goal or a time out. His legs were surprisingly strong looking. I'd pick him as a long distance runner from his build.

I'd never been a great runner beyond how it fit into the sports I loved. In football I was a receiver, but I never grew big enough to keep up with players who outclassed me in size and speed by my senior years.

"Hey, nice game. You never told me your name," Grange came back to mention as I was about to get into my car.

"I'm sorry. I get focused and I've never been all that sociable when I play," I said, shoving my hand at him. "I'm Clete."

"Yes, sir. That fits. You're a tough guy, Clete. I watched you using your body. You certainly know how to put those muscles to work."

"It's my favorite thing. I like the physical contact."

"My buds and I go back for a soak in the hot tub. Too early for me for beer, but there's plenty on Saturday. They stock up for the weekend and we're only half way through it by Saturday morning. You can come along to pamper that body of yours. It'll keep your muscles from getting sore. We soak in the nude so you don't need to worry about what to wear," he said, laughing. "Follow me, Clete. I'm in the silver BMW."

He wore black leather gloves with the fingers cut out of them. He'd arranged his package straight up in the spandex, after it had been resting out over the top of his left leg before. He was circumcised and now I could see the underside of his cock where the cleft showed up on the tightly stretched material. He noticed me noticing him and it got me a smile.

It's not the kind of thing I usually did. My peripheral vision had been well trained over the years to give me plenty of stimulation. For some reason my direct vision gave me a guilty pleasure. Knowing Grange knew what I was looking at excited me. If nothing else happened, I'd seen enough of Grange to excite my imagination at night. There was a sense I was going to see more of Grange, especially once he stripped off his spandex. While I knew what was there, seeing the pink flesh would create further stimulation. It was difficult to keep my mind off how Grange had taken liberties with my cock.

I had no trouble keeping up with his car, but my ride was ten years old, faded, and lacked glamour. I suppose it was a manly looking ride, a poor man. I parked beside his car on the lawn beside the frat house and flash I was handed a donut as we walked through the house out onto the back deck. There was an eight foot high stockade fence around the back yard and it was private, more to protect the neighbors than the uninhibited students I'm sure.

Once we reached the hot tub with two guys sitting in it with beers in their hands, I stopped as Grange kicked off his shoes, stripping down the spandex and pulling off his shirt, as I untied my sneakers.

Grange had soft blond hair in his ass crack and less on the backs of his legs. He was impressive from his thighs to his ass, with most of his muscles apparent at a glance. I dared not stare as there were other eyes to consider.

He turned to wait for me as I pulled off my socks right after he pulled his off. I yanked off my rugby shirt and pushed down my shorts, revealing a most inappropriate bulge. I put my hand on the outline of my arousal, trying to figure out my next move.

Why do I let myself get into these situations?

"Hey, don't worry," Grange said only to me. "I'll stay in front of you and once you reach the bottom step, just move onto a seat and I'll stay in front of you until then."

"Cool," I said, feeling a thrill run through me.

He knew I had a hard-on and it didn't bother him. He would be a co-conspirator to keep it between us.

"Ops!" he said, taking it all in with a gulp.

He was looking straight at it as it stood out once I'd slipped off my spandex.

"Stay close, but don't tailgate. That would definitely leave quite an impression on any rear end."

I was a little embarrassed by his observation but he turned and I followed him into the hot tub. The two guys seated in it were too drunk to know which end was up. They smiled without cause as we sat next to the steps as Grange proposed. I was left a little uneasy by Grange's response to my condition. I couldn't tell a lot except he wasn't the least put off by my body or me. In fact he seemed at ease being naked next to me. More than the water was creating heat.

When his well developed leg pressed against mine, my cock twitched in anticipation. I was so hard it hurt.

Grange took glances at my face with his green eyes. It told me he was aware of my desire. My prospects were looking up. We were already interacting in a way I hadn't imagined possible. I wanted to advance the contact but not with guys sitting three feet away.

When his fingers wrapped around my cock, he leaned back as if he was just enjoying the warm wonderful rushing waters. I was startled with no idea of standing up to leave. No, this was where I wanted to be.

Within two seconds I was totally lost in lust for his hand. I was helpless to escape, or to help him help me become more lost in the feelings I was developing for him. One squeeze drove my dizzy brain into delirium.

Having my most intimate experiences playing out in public was becoming a habit, but I couldn't stop him. My breath grew shallow, my heart did a tap dance inside my chest, and I wasn't completely certain I wouldn't die there.

What a way to go.

Grange looked into my face as I gulped air and water, as he squeezed gently. There was a mischievous look on his face and a smile on his lips. I felt faint, leaning my head back against the red wood deck to search for my senses.

I went into a panic when he let go. No, don't stop. When he reached for my hand, placing it on his own hard flesh. I gasped. His hand went back to gripping me, and I gasped and gulped. Once he squeezed me, I squeezed him. He smiled, leaning back as we exchanged eager massages.

The early morning rugby game led me to moments of ecstasy. I sensed Grange had something more in mind, which might bring into play some of my rugby moves. At the moment he took me off to the promised land. What came next was a mystery.

I wasn't about to break the hold I had on him under the circumstances. He'd upped the ante and the hot tub limited how far we could go. Leaving him never entered my mind. Following him anywhere did.

Regaining some of my senses, I calculated he wasn't as thick as me but he was longer by some. He was so hard I could have hammered nails with his cock. He squeezed. I squeezed. I gasped and he stared into my face as the two guys became three and four. There were giggles and conversation I couldn't understand.

I was aware my dick was attached to my ear before but nothing anyone said penetrated my lusty fog. If they were giggling at me the laugh was on them. Heaven had fingers and I'd have shot my brains right out of my dick if not for the well developed self-control that kept me hard and happy, while feeling and being felt.

I'd long ago learned to keep my ardor in check, during all those interactions with the horny boys I grew up with. I was good at saving myself, waiting, getting more and more horny myself, envious of their open displays of love for their cocks. Then I'd go home with it fresh in my mind. In my bedroom I spent the night reliving each stimulating moment of my buds jerk off sessions.

I was labeled shy and they teased me with their erections. If they could only see me now. I didn't know if I was shy or not. Sitting in that hot tub with a half dozen people, experiencing the most intimate moments of my life, indicated I wasn't, but I didn't know any of them, so maybe I was.

The night before, I'd made contact with a tempting world. People noticed me and made it clear they wanted me. It paralyzed me. As horny as I was and as stimulating as the sights and sounds of the city were, leaping into the unknown wasn't possible. I had to go slow.

Last night I was still caught on the edge of clarifying my identity without knowing which way I wanted to turn.

The fear of human contact, or the fear of revealing my true feelings about guys was difficult for me to surmount. While my friends would do what needed doing from time to time in front of me, it was far more honest than my denial and refusal to join in on the fun.

They weren't seriously dedicated to having sexual liaisons with one another, but when the need surfaced, they easily encouraged each other to examine their own aroused condition. It was how it always began, Barney showing off and Bobby and John encouraging him. As predictable as it was, once it ended it was forgotten, at least by them.

Memories were the source of my best pleasure for years. The memory of last night was fresh. The events excited me. I wasn't going to stay away from there because I'd found a hot tub with busy fingers. While this had become more than I'd expected, what I expected later wasn't clear. Where it went and how sincere Grange was, wasn't clear.

Grange was a guy who decided what he wanted and went after it, so how often and how many guys were left remembering him being handy? I suspected there was more to come because he was every bit as horny as I was, after hot tub stimulation with hand to hand action.

He did not yield or lose interest, which brought my mind to what came next. Lord knows we were clean enough to do anything to one another, but the idea of it gave me no insight into what it would be. I wanted more. I wanted to get my arms around him. I want to feel his ass. There was the prospect of a close up of the hair on his ass and where it might lead. I wanted to go with him to a place I'd never been before and I felt sure he wanted to take me there.

The water was hot and anything could have been in it. People came and went. The first couple of girls surprised me but the guys following them with their erections poking the air and the lack of modesty apparent.

My seat was strategically placed for looking up at the boy once the girl passed, making the nudity more and more stimulating as the morning progressed. The different kinds of people made for excitement and memories of them best saved for later. I'd found a place with far more possibilities than my buds ever offered me.

One girl sat on the lap of one of the boys and the expression on his face left no doubt it was a satisfying posture. There were five beyond Grange and I and another couple sat kissing lightly on the lips. No one seemed all that interested in what anyone else was doing and only Grange noticed I was there in a big way.

"Come on. I'll hand you your shorts. Hold them in front of you if you like. I can't take this heat any longer. Let's go up to my room. We'll find something to do."

He stood and his erection passed on the surface of the water a few inches from my face. I followed him out of the water holding my clothes in front of me. We slipped on our shoes and he was already softening. His dick hung down, looping over his bulging balls.

Grange had a tight chest with blond hairs on his stomach that weren't at all unattractive. He had modest rabbit tracks dipping into his blond pubes. The blond hairs had begun creeping up toward his chest, running out of steam far short of his distinct round nipples.

Following him through the house, I once again was presented with a first class view of his buns of steel. He led the way up the stairs. I really liked his powerful legs and his totally obscene round muscular ass that flexed suggestively as he led the way, to what I wasn't sure.

While I didn't know much, I had a good idea about what I wanted to do to Grange.

At that point in our relationship I'd followed him anywhere and I was.

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Consider This:

The pro Prop 8 faction argues against cameras in the courtroom, fearful we'll harassed or intimidate them?

These are the people who like preaching their venom and hate against us. Our crime, being capable of loving one another.

They, the evangelical right wingnuts, are apoplectic over the Matthew Shepard Hate Crimes amendment, fearful preaching hatred to one of their nuts, who goes out to bully, brutalize, or murder one of us, might put them in legal jeopardy.

Are they worried about the crime or the damage done to you or me? No, they're worried they'll be held responsible for preaching the hatred that led to the crime.

They fear we might threaten them?

Their other argument for Prop 8 is to protect the children.

There are approximately 1,000,000 to 2,000,000 homeless children, it changes daily with 40% being LGBT children, according to a PBS special on homeless children.

They claim we endanger their kids? They fail to explain their kids being exploited, brutalized, and killed on our streets daily. Like the camera argument, this is as bogus as they are. They force their LGBT children out of their 'christian' homes. That's how a vast number of LGBT kids end up out there, alone, hungry, and selling their asses.

LGBT people would do what they could to save homeless kids, but the law won't tolerate people who care getting close to them. There is a fear there could be sex involved somewhere along the line.

'The horror!'

Do the authorities know what these kids do to survive? Do their parents know? Who is endangering whom? Why?

These are our kids and gay marriage is an avenue in allowing us to save the children, because we are good descent people who would never allow kids to be exposed to the street.

Love & Peace,
Rick Beck


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