getting tired. Hey! That's a great Indian name for you Blonde: 'Him With Pale Hairs'".

"Oh, and what would be a good Indian name for you?" I queried.

He briefly tilted his head. His face like a light bulb alight broke out into another grin, "'Him Who Seeks Good Cocksucker'". He broke out into peels of laughter and gave my thigh a good slap. "Hey Blonde, I know", he spoke up with a slight slur of intoxication. "You couldn't be that heavy. Stand on the sofa and I will bend down in front of you so you can climb on my shoulders. You know, man!" he whined. "Didn't you ever play chicken when you were a kid?" I stood up as commanded and he wrapped one leg around his shoulder from a knee bent posture in front of me. Assisting me with the other leg, he stood up slightly bent before I could fall back. Before I knew it, I was being ridden about the room as if I were the trifling earth whirling about in space on Atlas's strong secure shoulders, my legs pinned to his hairy pectorals by muscular confident arms. The feeling of his warm upper back, shoulders, and back of his neck against all the exposed sensitive areas of my loins: my upper thighs, my ass, my crotch and pouch of balls; all that felt invigorated and tingling. In his partially drunken glee, I don't think he even felt my buzzing penis begin to swell against the back of his neck. I had to duck as he raced me past the threshold into the bedroom and laughingly poured my nakedness on to the bed. Grabbing me about the shoulders and arms he gave me playful squeezes as he shifted me about, almost as if he were at play with a puppy. Through gritting teeth he mouthed, "you're all right Blonde. You're one cute little cocksucker. . . . You know I haven't had this much fun since I don't know when. It's fun to have a guy friend to get naked with and horse around. You were right, it would have been stupid to put on any clothes"