telling Jeremy that he lives down the block, and Jeremy is pointing out his apartment, which you can see across a parking lot from The Taverne. It is a third-floor walkup, and the outside staircase is directly across from us. I hear Jeremy ask Jason if he wants to come up for a beer, and Jason says “Race ya!” Jeremy doesn’t reply but takes off running. Jason is (for once) caught momentarily flatfooted, but quickly gives chase. Together they run up the three flights of stairs in a dead heat, two young colts out for a romp, changing leads at the turns in the staircase, and both hit the brick wall on either side of Jeremy’s door at the same time. I can hear them arguing “I won!” “No, I was first!” “Nit-wit” “Doubleknit-wit!” “Polyester Nit-wit!” “Acrylic Nit-Wit” as Jeremy fishes out his keys, unlocks the door, and they tumble inside. I turn away then, and cross the street to my empty, silent, comfortable, safe condo, and the tune of the song from Rodgers & Hammerstein’s “The King and I” is running through my head: “Hello, young lovers, wherever you are…”

The story would end here, had not Jason left me the message for Monday in The Confessional – and boy, does he confess all! In his words:

“We got inside and I’m so hot for this guy I can’t stand it. He pushes me flat against the wall of the hallway, and looks me in the eye and says ‘Can I kiss you?’ And I wrap him in a hug and kiss him for an answer. I reach under his shirt and I’m feeling up his back while we tongue each other, and he gets my vest off and then his hands are up under the front of my t-shirt. We are both boiling hot, and we break the kissing long enough for him to peel off my t-shirt and me to dispose of his shirt. We wind up on the carpeted hallway floor and I open his pants and go for the gusto. I’ve got his cute, hard dick in my mouth before he knows what happened. He tells me “Get on top and give me yours” and I kneel over him, with my knees on either side of his head and my ass in the air. I’m going after his sweet cock like I’m pumping oil, and he’s doing the same to me, hanging on to me with his arms crossed over my back. I give good head, so I’m told, but this boy’s a pro - he’s all over my dick, and I’m humping his mouth for all I’m worth. I’m licking his hot little weiner, too – and it’s not that little, about 6-7 inches, kind of a skinny shaft, but a big, bulbous head – the kind I like best. Big low-hanging balls behind it, and I make sure to pay attention to them, too. We’re both sucking away when I crank things up a notch by taking both of his sizeable balls in my mouth, and he groans and writhes underneath me. I roll his balls out of my mouth and my hot lips go back to that nice mushroomy head and those balls just draw right up tight. Then he ups the ante for his part by sliding my jeans down a bit and reaching up behind my ass and putting a finger up into my