Steve's First Job by Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 3
Stu: Look, all that time we were jerking each other off after school we were losing out big time! There's a few things Jon knows that I wish someone had told me earlier! When we'd got the slaves locked up after their first afternoon of proper exercise - that same afternoon we'd gelded the ninth slave - they were all pretty dead beat and they didn't cause any trouble, probably because they knew that we could take their balls, too. Jon said that over night they'd have time to think about what they'd seen, and the next morning they'd be much more respectful of me. I was feeling pretty miserable, though, as it had all happened so quickly - the slave trying to take the feeder, the slap from Jon, and then me needing to "prod" him... And then the inevitability of the gelding - I felt it was somehow "my fault" as if I'd been less hesitant about stuffing the feeding tube into his mouth, the slave might not have reacted as he did and would still be a proper man. I know that's stupid, as the slave was totally at fault for not accepting being fed, and then for hitting out at Jon, but I still felt bad. And it was raining, too, and I knew I had to walk five blocks to the street car, as I no longer brought my trap to the depot. All in all, I was feeling pretty miserable.
Jon saw I was kind of "slumped" when they were at last all locked away, and put his arm around my shoulders and said "It's tough at first, Steve, but you're doing OK, son. I've trained lots of draymen, and some of the older guys who've mostly been in the forces and got to the rank of sergeant didn't take to it as well as you are. Come on, let's go and have a drink with some of the other guys." Well, I was kind of worried about that as they're pretty strict in our town on underage drinking, as you know, and I thought we'd be in for problems as Jon led me in to the bar across the street from the depot, where all the draymen and other workers in the depot drank. I should have told you, though, that during the afternoon my uniform had arrived - the company likes all its draymen to have a proper "public face" so we have a uniform of dark khaki short sleeved shirt, matching shorts, and those tan "work" boots with the thick rubber soles. I'd also got my "accessory" belt, too - a thick leather one, which has fastenings to carry my cell, the radio-linked "panic" button I can press in an emergency (although Jon says none of the draymen has ever done that as they would never want anyone else to know they had a situation they couldn't deal with), my slave prod, the tawse, and, at the side, rather like one of those ceremonial swords you see soldiers wearing in formal uniforms, a short holster for the punishment cane.
Mind you, I was a bit embarrassed by it at first as the shorts are cut very short - you know how the fashion is now, for free men's shorts to come below the knee, but these stopped only an inch or two below my crotch! I thought there had been a mistake, and I did look a bit funny with my tanned calves but then the white bit where my normal shorts covered my thighs, but Jon explained that they were like that to make it easier for me to work in the rain, and that I'd find that out as soon as it happened. He also told me that draymen didn't wear underwear - and pointed out that the leg line of my briefs was showing through as the shorts are cut tight around the butt. I know we quite often used to go commando in jeans and stuff, but when I went and took off my briefs in the men's room, it did feel strange to be walking around in these tiny shorts with only the tightness of their legs against my thigh holding my dick and balls in.
As we went through the door into the bar I was hit by the smell of the beer and that special exciting "something" that says this was overwhelmingly a place where real men gathered. A lot of the other draymen looked up as we came in, and when they saw me in my new uniform they all cheered, to welcome me, and at once a bottle of beer was thrust into my hands. Jon and I joined a group of them and we talked about all the stuff guys talk about, and I had another beer bought for me. And then it was my turn to buy a round, so I went up to the bar and, with some trepidation, ordered.
The bar tender was a free man, and he just looked at me and said "We don't serve kids in here!", and the next minute he was lying half across the bar as one of the other draymen, a huge guy called Matt, had just reached over, grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards us, right off his feet! "Hey, fucker", Matt snapped, "This here's a drayman, not a kid! He's old enough to work a dray with slaves, and so he's sure as fuck old enough to drink in your bar!". The bar tender tried to say something about it being against the law, and this huge Matt said again "Perhaps you didn't hear me.... You serve a drayman, whatever he orders, or else I'll drag you outside and beat the shit out of you.... I was in the marines...." He let go of the bar tender then and stood there with his big beefy hands, looking very threatening, and the bar tender stood there, and then went and fetched my beers. "Thanks", I said to Matt. "Hey, kid, it's not for you I did it - but in the Corps we learned never to let civilians talk the service down... And it's the same here: these guys who do these jobs like tending bar need to know that they are here to serve real men like us, doing real jobs, taking real responsibility for the lives of the slaves." I hadn't thought of it like that, but I could see that in our uniforms, there could be a certain esprit de corps, so I thanked Matt, and bought him a beer. There's a certain thrill in doing something illegal, isn't there?
Well, by about nine I'd had a few, and it was way past the time when I was expected home and I began to worry that dad would be cross - you know how he is, always worrying that as his son I might be a tempting kidnap target. I wanted to call him, but my speech was a bit slurred, and when Jon saw the problem he used his cell to call dad instead. I heard him say that there'd been a bit of trouble with my slaves, and so he, Jon, had advised me to stay on and "settle" them properly that night, and as it would be very late, it would probably be better for me to stay over in the BDQ" (that's the Bachelor Draymen's Quarters - the place where Jon had his rooms, and the other small apartments where some of the other guys lived, in the depot).
We had another couple of beers, and Jon almost had to help me back across the road into the depot! He said I should stay in his apartment, and it's quite a nice place - a bit austere, as you'd expect for a single guy who's been in the forces - just a living room with a kitchen area in one corner, a bedroom, and a bathroom opening off the bedroom. He rummaged around in the cupboards and produced a sheet, blanket and pillow and told me I could sleep on the couch, then went through the bedroom and into the bathroom, and I could hear him pissing and cleaning his teeth. I messed around kind of arranging the stuff on his couch, then when I'd heard that he'd done, went through into the bathroom - by this time he was in bed, and for the first time I could see his naked torso as he lay there, the sheet pushed down to his waist. He'd hot a bit thatch of black hair, shading a little to grey, and he just lay there with his arms up as he had his hands clasped behind his head in that really relaxed way that confident guys have (nice hairy pits, too!). I felt all kind of smelly and dirty after being in the bar, and thought that a shower would be a good idea (it might also help to stop my head spinning a bit), so I turned on the water and stood in there quite a time. I thought about jerking off, as I'm always horny at night, but I don't much like doing it in the shower and it was only as I was drying myself that I realised that if I did it lying on the couch, Jon might hear through the door! But it was too late to do anything about it, and as I had no underwear or anything and didn't think I ought to sleep in my uniform shorts (which were really tight, as I've said), I just wrapped a towel around my waist - well, almost, as Jon only seemed to have small towels, and there was a big area of my thigh exposed.
I walked back out into his bedroom and he was still lying there, looking at me. I felt my dick start to rise, as he's a really handsome guy and the thought of standing there, almost naked, seeing him bare from the waist up, was a real turn on. I guess he noticed it, as he said quietly "That couch isn't all that comfortable - this is a big wide bed: you could bunk down in here with me, if you like." I was going to say no, as I'd only got this small towel to sleep in, when he reached out and tugged at it! It fell away, of course, as it wasn't very secure in the first place, and there I was, stark naked in front of him. My half-hard dick at once betrayed me, and shot to a full erection. I started to stammer something, but with his other hand he pulled the sheet aside to clear a space in the bed for me, and half wanting to, half not wanting to, I cautiously got in.
"You're not afraid, are you, Steve?", he asked as I lay there, right on the edge of the bed, and I told him that of course I wasn't afraid. "It's just that a kid of eighteen like you... well, you don't know how guys react to each other in situations like this. It happened all the time in the marines, with new recruits: they just didn't know how to behave when they first bunked down with their older buddies. But you're doing OK so far, Steve, so don't worry.... It was considerate to shower like that, and I could see you were interested so I helped you along a bit by taking that silly towel off (real men coming out of the showers just drape it across their shoulder)... And then I saw you were very interested, very interested indeed. So don't be shy..."
As he said this, Jon's big hairy arm snaked out and kind of pulled me closer to the centre of the bed, closer to him. His legs intertwined with mine, and I could feel the heat from his body all along the length of mine. My dick almost shot its load there and then as it pushed against the hairy soft hardness of his belly. "There, that's better. The first thing you've got to learn, Steve, is that if two guys are going to bunk together they may as well get comfortable right from the start - we could spend all night pussyfooting around on the edges of the bed, and never get really comfortable, and then not get a good night's sleep. So it's better to get really comfortable, like this. Are you OK?"
I was more than OK, actually - I'd never been this close to another guy before, not even you, Stu. I mean, when we jerked each other off we just did it sitting on that couch in your folks' den, but now here I was, so close to this fantastic guy that I could smell his body, slide against him as we were both a bit sweaty, and my skin was almost tingling as I brushed against his furry chest and thighs. I almost gasped as I told him I was OK, as it was difficult to keep my voice normal as I was so excited. "There's another thing, Steve", he went on casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "When two buddies bunk together, there's a potential difficulty with them sleeping as they're so aroused - especially for young, horny guys like you. I guess you normally jerk off before you go to sleep, don't you? Well, if you don't do that, you'll be thrashing around all night and that will mean that you won't sleep properly, and you'll thrash around some more, and then I won't sleep properly, either. So it's best if you jerk off now, and get it over with, OK?"
I wanted to say no, as I was a bit embarrassed, to tell you the truth; but the scent of him, the closeness, and the fact that I really was in difficulty as my dick was rock hard and aching with that ache you get when it's been erect as much as it can be for a few minutes and it's really straining and begging for relief, made it impossible to speak. He didn't wait, though, and still holding me close to him so that I couldn't move away (not that I wanted to), he reached down and began to fondle my dick and my balls. I moaned quietly, as it was so erotic - the warm body, the feeling of Stu, his hands playing with me.... And then it got better: the arm that was around my back moved down, and as he continued to gently stroke my dick, I felt his finger pushing gently at my butt... I know I moved my legs as if to welcome him, and then he was scratching at my pucker - no, that's the wrong word - he was playing with my pucker, kind of, and I was so on edge that I thought I'd blow my load there and then. He whispered "OK?", and I could hardly reply as it was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me, and I could feel his finger now pushing into me. It was thrilling, exciting, and at the same time somehow "wrong", but so "wrong" it just had to be "right", so totally right, to have this man want to use me like this.
Look, I'd never really had a guy touch my prostate before - I know we learned about it in biology, but there's a difference between seeing that funny-looking thing on those diagrams in the books (well, I mean, a dick doesn't even look like a dick in the diagrams, does it?) and actually having a guy, a strong, masculine guy, put his finger inside you and massage it as you're lying together. It was too much. I gave a moan, then a little cry, and my dick shot convulsively, and carried on shooting.... You know how it is, sometimes, those "after shocks" just go on and on an on. I could smell my cum as the warm air wafted up out from between our bodies under the covers and hit my nose, and I started to blush as I knew my cum must be all over his belly and chest. But he didn't seem to care - he just pulled me closer to him, and I was aware of his face so close to mine, with a big, happy grin all over it. "Wow!", he said. "I could tell you were horny when you came out of the bathroom, but that load you've just shot...." I started to stammer to say I was sorry, but he silenced me with a little squeeze and carried on "Hey, son, don't ever apologise for shooting a big load! As you get older you'll start to regret that you can't do it like that...."
His hand slid between us as he was saying this and I could feel it rubbing over me, all slippery, as it got covered in my cum. "Now it's my turn, Steve.... You OK with that?" He asked quietly, and of course I said yes, as I thought he was just going to jerk himself off. But instead, he moved his hand again and now his cum-slimed finger was going into me again, and again, and as if my body knew what it needed to do, I moved my legs slightly to make it easier for him. He didn't just push his finger up and massage me as he had before, though, but started to slide it in and out, and move it around, as if he was opening me up. I moaned and whimpered with the sheer excitement and pleasure of it - and then winced slightly as a second finger joined the first. He kind of "shushed" me and whispered "It's OK, Steve....", and soon I was moaning again as his skilled fingers stretched and excited my ass in a way I'd only dreamed about before. Look, Stu, we'd read all that stuff on the internet, but until you actually feel a guy playing with your ass you can't really imagine how great it feels - at one level it sort of hurts, but at another you're so overwhelmed by the excitement it's causing that you don't care.
I don't know how long it went on for, but after a bit, he stopped, moved his face away from me a bit, and looked hard at me. "You OK, son? Shall I go on?" Well I wasn't just OK, I felt fantastic! And I thought he meant was it OK for him to start to jerk himself off now, so I nodded and smiled, and smoothly, gently, using his strong hard body so effortlessly that it seemed so right, so natural, he pulled away from me, rolled me over onto my back, pushed my legs apart and knelt there between them, his dick jutting out over me. He put his hands above my shoulders and lowered himself down on me so that his dick almost got crushed against me, and plunged his face by the side of mine. I almost shot again as he nibbled at my ear lobe, and his hot, wet tongue plunged in and out of my ear, then he stopped, and now very, very quietly indeed, as we were so intimately close, again said "OK?"
I was so excited, feeling his body above mine, his dick pushing into my belly, that I couldn't answer properly, and just gave a totally satisfied murmur of assent. Somewhat to my surprise he pulled himself away from me so he was again kneeling upright, and then his hands were around my ankles, lifting my legs into the air and pushing my feet back towards my head.
I was so surprised that I didn't at first know what to say - I mean, one part of me knew what was happening from those videos we'd watched together, and didn't want him to fuck me. But another part of me was excited and really turned on by this guy who was so clearly in charge and knew what he was doing. And another part of me knew I ought to say no, but didn't like to admit that it was my fault - I should have stopped him before, I shouldn't have jerked off, I shouldn't have got into bed with him.... I mean, you don't want to be thought of as a "teaser", do you, leading a guy on like that? And after all that propaganda they fed us in those fatuous sex-ed classes, I was worried that he hadn't even opened a condom, let alone tried to put one on. But even as I was thinking all that it was too late - I could feel his dick pushing at my hole!
Look, Stu, you and I never went anything like that far, did we? And I wish we had, now. Because it's totally amazing, utterly fantastic: I was looking up at him and his shit-happy smile had changed to one of grim concentration now as he pushed and pushed, to force his dick into me. "Push out! Pretend you're going to crap!", he snapped at me, and I was so confused for a moment that I forgot about the excitement of his hot dick head in such intimate contact with me... And that caused me to relax a bit, and he was in. I cried out, as it's painful at first even when you're all lubed up with your own cum and you've been stretched by this fingers, and he stopped for a moment, still looking down at me, and now with the faint trace of a smile starting to turn up the corners of his mouth. As he continued to look at me, slowly and deliberately he moved his hips forward and his dick slid up into me, and I cried out again, at first in pain, and then with joy, pleasure, laughter..... Look, Stu, until you've taken dick you just can't imagine what it's like: it's just the most indescribable feeling that goes through all your nerves, and makes you want to shout out, to cry, to laugh, to thrash your body around in total abandon... It makes you want to let go, to forget that you're Steve, a young guy who's never had proper sex, and you want to join in, to share, to suck his dick in and let it become part of you, to totally meld with the big, strong body that's towering above you, dominating you.
He fucked and fucked and fucked, and I was almost delirious with the joy of it. I knew my hands were reaching out for him and then running in ecstasy up his hairy thighs and grabbing at his muscular butt. I know my head was turning from side to side on the bed, and banging up and down. I could hear myself crying out "Yes, yes, fuck me, Jon..." And other disconnected strings of words like that. I could feel tears flowing down my face, tears from the pain, and from the ecstasy. Sweat was pouring off me. I could hear my breath rasping. I could feel the blood racing through me. And then it was over. I saw his whole muscular body arch backwards and his pubic bone slammed into me one last time, causing me to shout out again, and the most incredible look came over his face as his eyes screwed up and his mouth opened and he roared "OH yesss.....".
I knew he'd cum, and the next moment he leaned forward onto me again, taking most of the weight on his elbows. His face was next to mine, and he was grinning now, looking almost insanely happy. We were both soaked in sweat, and it was as if we might slide over each other. My body knew what to do - the moment he let got of my legs, I wrapped them around his waist and tightened them, as if I was trying not just to hold him inside me, but to pull him even further in! I could feel his heard racing and his lungs heaving as his body was pressed into mine. "OK?", he asked again, and at first I couldn't answer as I was laughing, crying, almost delirious with happiness. But then I managed to compose myself a bit, and murmured "Oh, yes.....".
We lay there for a couple of minutes, then slowly he pulled out of me and slid down beside me, putting his big strong arm around me again to continue to hold us close. "That was the first time for you, wasn't it, Steve?". I felt embarrassed to tell him it was, as no guy likes to admit that he's not experienced sexually, does he? But when I nodded, he went on quietly "I thought so.... But that's good.... You'd have looked pretty foolish when you started on your crew, if you didn't know what it as about."
The casual way he said that surprised me a bit, and I didn't understand what he was going on about. So I rested my hand on his pec, feeling his nip hard, stabbing into my palm, and asked him what he meant. "Look, Steve, you're a drayman, OK? You're a young drayman, sure, and we usually only have older, very experienced guys who can properly control the slaves. I was worried that you didn't really know what it was all about - but I think you'll soon be able to pick it up: you like sex, don't you?"
I thought that was a bit of a funny think to say, and so asked him if all young guys didn't like sex! "Oh yes, Steve - but it's different for draymen. You see it's another way we control the slaves, or, rather, turn them from being men who think they have free will, into totally compliant, totally obedient animals, pulling the dray and delivering the goods properly." He moved his body again, getting more comfortable as he warmed to his theory, and went on "Look, we've taken these men, who were all tough, virile, fighters, and we've stripped them, collared them, inked them, trimmed their pubes, and branded them. The point of all of this is two fold - firstly, there are the practical considerations, like collaring them and branding them marks them properly as slaves; trimming their pubes helps to make it easier to keep them clean, stops lice an stuff like that, and makes it cooler for them to work in the sultry heat we get down here. But the other reason we do all this is to teach them that they're no longer men, no longer in control of their lives, to the extent that we can do things like this to them and there's not a thing they can do about it. They're learning that their bodies are now under our control totally, and that's what we need: remember, out in the streets these slaves aren't even chained to the dray, as they have to be capable of delivering the packages and stuff. So if you have eight of these big, tough slaves under your control, it's only going to work if they fully accept that they are slaves, and you're their master. They have to accept that you're totally in control, that you give the orders, and that they obey, obey you totally and completely, that they can't even think of doing anything else."
His hand had crept to my nip now, and was toying with it, causing small shivers of excitement to flow through me again. "There's one other thing that we need to do, therefore, so that they totally accept you as their master and controller, and that's to get you to be in charge of their sexuality. Remember, these men, as they still think of themselves, deep down, are all tough studs who are married, and most of them have kids - we can research that in their files. But they were all in top-line units, which implies they've been in the service for a few years, and the pressure is on for those guys to get married, to produce kids, and show their buddies that they're 'real men'. A lot of them would probably like sex with their buddies, as they wouldn't have chosen that career in the first place if they weren't easy with being so close to a whole lot of other guys and being prepared to trust them with their lives. But it's not the done thing in the service to say that, and your buddies would laugh at you and call you a fag if you didn't go out and fuck women when you have a night's pass, and then if you didn't find some woman in your home town and get her pregnant. So they tend to see themselves as 'men' because they fuck women and sire kids, and part of their retraining as slaves is therefore to fuck them, fuck them hard, and fuck them often, so that they understand that they're now the subservient ones. Instead of being in control of these women, you're now in control of them; it's not their dicks doing the fucking, it's yours; and it's their wives' cunts, but their own asses that are taking it."
I was astonished, I can tell you! I mean, I'd wondered why they'd chosen such perfect specimens of manhood as dray slaves, as it would surely have been easier to use slightly less perfect guys, weaker ones (after all, on modern ball-bearing wheels, it doesn't require all that much effort to pull a dray - well, not until you get to the hills, I suppose.) - but now I could see it! These were the toughest, most virile ones the could find so that when they were forced to take dick they would crack and fail - it's like the difference between a piece of metal and a piece of glass, I guess: both are strong, but you can bend and twist metal quite a lot and it just "gives" and kind of goes with the flow, and you have to do a real lot of stuff to it before it fails. And glass is tough, too - look at all those glass protective panels on staircases and so on, and the windows in tall buildings that people can lean against without falling into the street. But when glass fails, it fails suddenly, and catastrophically. That's how our slaves were going to be - they would not bend and twist and put up with being fucked, but would break into a thousand pieces, and would then be easy to manage and control. Of course that's the psychological theory -
I later found out that most of the draymen chose big, tough, muscled slaves as they're a whole lot more fun to fuck anyway. I mean, it's one thing to have a weak, thin guy under you as you fuck the insides out of him, but there's a whole lot more satisfaction in totally dominating and controlling the sort of body that could beat you to a pulp if it tried!
"You mean, I'm going to have to fuck all those eight slaves?", I asked. And Jon just gave me one of those big, lazy smiles of his. "Oh, Steve, I don't think there's going to be much of a 'have to' about it at all - I've been watching you, you know, and you like men, like them very much, I think. So I don't think it will be any hardship for you at all to have to fuck your guys. I was a bit worried that you might not admit to yourself that you'd enjoy it - but after that little session just now I've got no concerns at all: I think that once you've learned how to use that dick you'll be a natural and those slaves won't get any rest at all. I take it you've not fucked a guy before?"
I blushed slightly as I said that I hadn't - I mean, a guy doesn't want to tell another one that he's not had sex, does he.... Especially at eighteen? I wondered if Jon was wondering what I'd been doing since I was sixteen, so I muttered "Well, not fucked, as such.... But I have been with other guys...." Stu, he just laughed! Not maliciously, or anything, but as if I'd told a great joke. "OK, Steve", he said "You've not fucked 'as such' - does that mean that you've bored a hole in a big juicy melon and fucked that? Or that you've just not gone all the way with a buddy before? I mean, they told me you're eighteen, and a horny, good-looking guy like you can't have been lacking opportunities...." So I told him about how dad tended to keep a tight reign on me, and how you, Stu, my best buddy, had those funny Christian parents who had kept telling you that sex was wrong - let alone sex with other guys - and so we'd only got to just fooling around with each other, and had jerked each other off and so on, but hadn't actually fucked.
He nodded, and it wasn't censorious or judgmental in any way. "Well I suppose that's good, as fas as it goes", he went on, reaching down and stroking my balls a bit. "I can teach you how to do it properly, son. The first time you fuck a guy it will be great, right from the outset. So many guys experiment with real man-to-man sex and because they've not had proper lessons about it at school, they make a mess of it and just don't enjoy it as much as they should. You may have been waiting for it, Steve, but now it's here, it's going to be great. We'll start in on those slaves of yours tomorrow."
I could feel my dick almost shrinking at the thought of having to force myself into one of those big, muscular asses, and he sensed this and smiled again. "First, though, we have to take control of them sexually in other ways.", he told me. "They know they're totally reliant on you for food and water, and now we're going to the next stage and they'll learn that you're in charge of them sexually, too. Tomorrow morning we tell them that from now on, even if they only want to jerk themselves off, they have to ask your permission."
"So if I'm going to fuck all these guys, I'd better go out tomorrow and buy some condoms", I muttered, which was a bit of an odd thing to say, I suppose, but we'd had all that drilled into us, hadn't we? "Steve, get real, will you! These are all breeders, Steve, who've been giving it to their wives and haven't had any chance to stray, not even with their buddies! You don't even want to think bout using condoms with these guys - it takes away all the pleasure. I certainly never use them, as even with the thinnest ones you immediately lose most of the sensation of your dick in direct contact with him, and you don't get the full warmth, the smoothness.... But most of all, Steve, it's putting a barrier between you and the other guy, at a time when you want to be completely open." Condoms are only for those who are scared about life, Steve - real men want to feel the other guys in intimate contact with them." With that he hugged me again and reached out and turned off the lamp, and I knew we were meant to sleep. But it's not that easy - although Jon was soon away, his breathing slowed and his whole body relaxed, I just couldn't. It was so exciting, being next to a guy in bed like that, having another man so totally close to me. I did sleep eventually, of course, but I need my eight hours and I certainly didn't get it, so when he slapped me on the butt to wake me up I did so with a complete start, and sprang up, wondering where I was! There was Jon, already dressed, looking down at me as I lay there - he'd pulled the covers off me and woken me like that, and now I realised that he was smiling as he looked down at my morning hard-on. "Ah, ready for those slaves already, Steve!", he said, "But get cleaned up, and well go over to the cafe for breakfast."
There were dome other draymen in the staff restaurant, and we joined them. I saw them looking at my somewhat dishevelled uniform, and my wet hair, and the way Jon was almost protective of me as we sat there and tucked into ham and eggs and toast and stuff, and I just knew that they all knew that Jon and I had been together all night. And I tell you, Stu, I didn't care!
I hope you sex life is progressing well, old buddy....
I'd hate to think of you just sitting there in front of our PC jerking off, all alone. Steve.
End Of Part Three.