Leaping Into the Quarry
Chapter 10
Mike and Vicky decided to wait to get married, until after the baby was born. She wanted a big, fancy wedding, which they would do in May, after graduation. As the delivery date came closer, we were all fawning over Vicky, doing whatever she asked. She had spoken to her professors, who agreed that she could make up course work, allowing her to graduate on time. One evening, when everyone, including Boris, was home for dinner, Vicky clicked her glass to get our attention. She called, “Joyce and Mike, come in here.” They entered, drying their hands on dish towels.
Vicki started, “I’ve been exercising with a woman who will help Mike and me deliver our baby at home. My doctor knows this is what I want. Would you mind if we set the family room up for the delivery? I need to borrow a special bed.” There was a little mumbling, but no one objected. “And I want all of you to be with me. I know this might seem strange, but you are my family. I want you there.”
“Little Stan, too,” Zack said.
“For sure, Stan.”
“And”, she hesitated, “I will be exposed to the world, so I want everyone to be bare ass naked.”
“Including your midwife?” Doc questioned.
“She and I have already discussed this. She used to live on a commune. She is totally comfortable. She must wear surgical gloves though.”
“What if you decide to deliver, and it’s the coldest winter night?”
“That’s why I want to do it in the family room, because we can get a big fire going to keep us warm, in case the furnace can’t drive out the cold.
Boris surprised everyone, “Blood make me faint.”
“You cook rare meat.”
“I know, human blood different.”
“OK, Boris will sit on the couch. If he faints, someone can stick smelling salts under his nose.”
I said, “Stan is only five years old. Do you think he is ready to see this?”
“I’ve thought about that. He has felt the baby many times. I’ve encouraged him to put his ear to my belly and feel the kicking. He asked me how it will get out. I’ve told him, and even showed him the place. There is a risk he’ll be traumatized, but I don’t think so.” Now, all we have to do is wait for the day.
Vicky’s time came at dinnertime on February 17, when she said, “Mike, it’s time to go to get Ms Matthews. When I saw her last week, she told me it would be soon.” Mike sprang from his chair, and asked me if he could use my truck. He was nervously running around. I volunteered to drive, so he wouldn’t wreck my truck. Forty-five minutes later, Ms Matthews had Vicky on the special bed in the family room. As I had predicted, the night was freezing cold and the wind was whistling, rattling the windows. We closed all of the curtains, but that only helped a little. We had amassed a large stack of wood on the tile floor by the back door, so we didn’t have to open the door, to feed the fireplace. With the fireplace roaring and furnace whirring, the room was too hot for Vicky, but comfortable for everyone else. Initially, Ms Matthews asked us to leave, but Vicky said, “No. I want everyone to stay. Get undressed.” We did as she asked. I had put Stan into bed earlier, knowing that it could be hours before the baby appeared. Mike sat at Vicky’s right shoulder, held her hand and reminded her to take deep breaths whenever she felt a contraction. He was breathing so rapidly, I was afraid he would hyperventilate.
The midwife acted surprised, when this tall, burly guy set up a small table with a pan of hot water and a pile of clean towels near her. He said, “Ma’am, this is my first human birth. I’m a vet and have assisted in many birthings, but this is my first human one. ” She smiled, seeming to appreciate the help in front of such a large audience. Contractions started to come more often, and continued until shortly before midnight. I went to get Stan. He was in his flannel pajamas. He rubbed his eyes, as I carried him into the room. I took him to Vicky, who said, “Stan, the baby is coming out. Do you want to see the top of its head?”
Sweetly, he said, “Is it a boy?”
“Well, honey, we don’t know yet. In a few minutes, we’ll know.”
He got down, and without anyone saying anything, took off his pajama bottoms, then the top and, finally, his underpants. He was so cute, wearing only his red flannel slippers. He pulled a foot stood up close to Ms Matthews. She seemed nervous with him so close, so I pulled him back a few feet. A few minutes after midnight, she said, “Another real hard push; we’re almost there.” There was a popping sound, and out came the baby’s head face down. There was a gush of baby, and the placenta followed, which Doc caught in a pan. Stan called out, “I got a baby brother.” We applauded.
Ms Matthews handed Doc the baby, who was already crying, which assured us he was breathing. Doc wrapped the baby in the clean towels, and started to hand the baby to Vicky. Ms Matthews said, “Hold on, we’re not done.”
“What’s the matter?” Doc said.
“There’s another one where he came from.”
“Twins, for sure?” There was murmuring, and she said, “Stan, stay in your chair and watch.” He, dutifully, sat watching Vicky’s vagina opened again.
“I see the hair,” he said gleefully.
Stan was quiet and watched intently. I was squeezing Zack’s hand, as we watched Stan, rather than Vicky and Mike. Stan could hardly keep his seat, he was so excited. Ms Matthew said, “Vicky another push, we’re almost there.” In five more minutes, there was a second pop, but not as loud. Stan stood up, “This baby is a girl.” We cheered. Doc was holding baby number one, as Ms Matthews completed the delivery. Doc gently touched the baby’s face, as she opened her eyes. Ms Matthews took her and began to wash the remnants of the birth away.
I couldn’t help but notice that Zack’s penis was sticking straight out, and so was mine. James was in the same condition. As I looked around, I saw that Joyce was crying, as she tried to revive Boris with the smelling salts. Even unconscious, his dick was solid and huge. I hadn’t realized how erotic a delivery could be. I wanted to touch my dick, but restrained myself.
Doc handed the baby boy to Vicky, who smiled weakly. Doc took the little girl, and laid her beside her brother. It took him a little longer to get her crying, but he was sure it was going to happen. We heard a cough and a sputter, before she started crying. Ms Matthews said, “Vicky, did the doctor tell you that there might be twins? She shook her head. Doc went over to Stan, so he could see the babies up close. He didn’t move, just watched, as the baby girl’s fingers began to move. “What’s her name?”
Mike was kneeling next to Stan. “She doesn’t have a name yet. Would you like to suggest a name?”
He softly said, “I like the name Marcy. That’s my mama’s name.” Zack began crying and sighing. Stan looked at him, and didn’t understand. “Uncle Zack, don’t you like that name?”
He grabbed Stan up in his arms and smiled. “Yes, I love that name. But you know that Mike and Vicky get to decide on the names. It’s time for you to go to bed. You want to go to the bathroom before you put your pajamas back on?” Stan didn’t answer, but took Zack’s hand. The two of them walked down the hall. Looking at their bubble butts, I could see a family resemblance. Ms Matthews and Doc continued to monitor the babies and Vicky. Mike returned to Vicky and held her, as she fell asleep. Ms Matthews filled out the necessary paperwork, and Doc signed as witness.
Doc and Ms Matthews agreed that the babies should be seen by a pediatrician soon, because they were small, though neither thought dangerously so. I volunteered to drive her home. She was comfortable that Doc was as good a monitor as she gets. Mike was funny, when I got back. He called me over, as the baby boy was trying to get his first milk from his mother. “Aren’t Vicky’s boobs wonderful? They’ve never been so big.”
Vicky opened her eyes, “You horn dog. I might let you touch them some day.” Doc gave the little girl baby to her, as she tried to balance both. The baby girl didn’t seem interested in sucking, but whimpered. The fire was dying down, and it was getting cool.
Doc asked, “Can I get my clothes on now?” She smiled as he pulled on his exercise pants and jacket. “I’ll stay up with the babies. You guys get some sleep. Mike, you’ve got classes tomorrow. You can discuss your choice of names for the kids tomorrow.” Mike gave Vicky a kiss. I wondered where Zack had gone. He didn’t return, after he had put Stan to bed. I found him sound asleep with Stan in his arms. I went to bed alone.
A petite, blond female physician in a starched white lab coat came to the house, with her doctor’s bag, on the second afternoon after the babies were born. After completely checking each one, she was satisfied with their color and their breathing. She did not seem concerned about their size, since both were nursing without difficulty. Vicky reported that her milk was coming in copiously, but the doctor said it was important to supplement with formula. She did tell Vicky and Mike that the babies needed to gain weight, and that she wanted to see them in her office in two weeks to discuss scheduling shots and immunizations.
Before the babies were born, Stan started childcare for four hours each weekday. On the day of the doctor’s visit, he came running into the house while the doctor was there. He saw the lab coat, and his little face told me that he was traumatized. “Are the babies OK?”
Mike smiled, “Stan, the babies are just fine.”
“What did you name them? I want them to have names.”
The doctor interjected, “Who is looking after this little fellow?” She rubbed Stan’s blond head.
“Unfortunately, Stan’s doctor left Normal last fall. He hasn’t been sick, so we haven’t found another doctor.” Her face told us that she was concerned about something, and said, “Is he getting vitamins daily?”
The room was silent. Joyce spoke up, “Should we start?”
“For sure, get children’s vitamin with extra vitamin D. His skin seems pale. Bring him along when you bring the babies in, and I will check him out, too.”
Mike spoke up, “Stan is our nephew, not the babies’ brother.”
“That’s fine. We need to check him over, anyway.” She turned and walked out the back door.
Mike took Stan’s hand and said, “Let’s talk to Vicky about the babies’ names.”
Quietly, I said to Mike, “Can I listen in?”
“Sure. The more the merrier.”
We walked into their room, and Stan walked up to the crib. “She’s sleeping. Is the boy baby getting milk?” Stan stood beside Vicky’s chair, and watched the baby’s little cheeks go in and out. “He’s pretty hungry.”
Zack and I couldn’t take our eyes off of Stan, as he scrutinized everything that was happening. Mike said, “Stan, come over here and sit with me, so we can discuss what to name the babies.” He turned, half looking at us, over his shoulder. As Stan stepped in his direction, Mike said, “Stan, Vicky and I have decided to name our baby girl, Martha.” We could see Stan’s chin quiver. “Martha is Vicki’s grandmother’s name. Her whole name will be Martha Heidi Zavros, but we’ll call her Marcy, the name you like. OK, with you?” A big smile crossed his face.
Zack was holding my hand tightly, holding back his tears. Mike continued, “Have any suggestions for what we call the boy baby.” Stan seemed puzzled, “You and Vicky decide, and then I’ll start calling him by his name.”
“Well, Vicky and I decided to name him Michael. What do you think of that?”
“You’re Mike.”
“Yes, I am Mike, and he will be Michael John Zavros, II.”
“What if we call him Mikey? Then it won’t be so confusing.” Zack and I laughed.
Stan started immediately calling the babies by their names. He was better at telling them apart, than any of us. Vicky was recovering quickly, and with her doctor’s permission, started limited practice, after three weeks. She was strong, and didn’t seem to have lost her timing, even though she hadn’t practiced in almost three months. Boris, our catcher, had cut back on his cooking duties to banquets only, which were mainly weekend events. Between classes, exams, and practicing gymnastics, followed by leaping, we didn’t have much time to do anything else, except for helping with the babies.
Boris and Mike practiced Risley daily in the barn, which Doc had insulated and bought a bigger space heater. He had improved lighting installed, too. Doc never asked for any payment. Zack, James or I spotted for them, but Mike was getting so consistent that they didn’t really need us. Boris bought a second Risley chair, so he and Mike could play catch with the big ball and the big children’s block. Boris would spin Mike multiple times, and then pitch him off. Mike would consistently land on his feet, apparently, not dizzy. It took Mike longer to perfect planting his feet on Boris’ feet, but by mid-March, he was almost 100%.
The Missouri Valley Conference Tournament was two weeks before the Gamma Phi circus. When we weren’t practicing, we were studying. The pressure was off of Zack, since he already had his acceptances. So all he had to do, was keep his grades up. He hadn’t made a decision about medicine or veterinary medicine. The deadline was approaching. I told him I would be happy, whatever decision he made.
James’ grace on the high bar was equaled by his precision and style on the floor exercise. He was definitely in contention for first place in floor exercises and, perhaps, on the pommel horse, as well. The Friday night before the tournament, James, dressed impeccably, came home with a drop-dead-gorgeous blond Scandinavian guy, about two inches taller than himself. Zack and I were sitting on the couch with Stan reading a book, as James stepped toward us. “Guys, I want you to meet Olin. He and I are dating.” James’ comment seemed to make Olin nervous. Sensing Olin’s uneasiness, James added “Well, we just started dating.”
We got up and shook hands. James continued, “He transferred from St. Olaf College in Minnesota. You should see him do the vault. Oh, my god. He’s amazing.” Olin moved nervously, from one foot to the other.
“Can he join our team this late?”
“Coach said, ‘No problem’.” Speaking to Olin, he said, “These two guys compete against each other on the unevens. And they sleep together, too.” I could see Zack’s face redden.
“James, no one ever said you were subtle. Olin, we are very open around here, so don’t be alarmed. If you decide to date this guy, he doesn’t waste time.”
Olin immediately lightened up. “Guys, thanks for that. I’ve never met a gay couple. How long have you been together?”
“About three years.” We could hear one of the babies crying. Olin’s face showed his puzzlement.
“Obviously, James hasn’t explained us, to you.” Olin shook his head. “We got together because I was teaching a leaping class, and these guys, including Zack, were in the class. It’s too long a story to tell now, but we’re sort of a commune. That sounds so hippy, and we aren’t that. This house and the house next door are owned by a veterinarian friend of ours, who lives there with our catcher, Boris. All of us are gymnasts or flyers, except the kids, of course.”
“What about the baby, I hear crying?”
Stan came running in. Olin wrinkled his forehead. “This is Stan, Zack’s nephew. The crying you’re hearing is either Mikey or Marcy.”
Stan firmly said, “Its Mikey. He doesn’t like getting his bath.”
I continued, “Their mother and father are in our leaping troupe. Did he tell you about the Gamma Phi student circus?”
James said, “You are confusing him. Olin, let’s just say, we’re all a big, happy family. Do you want to see my sanctuary, where I can get away from this mayhem?”
Olin didn’t seem ready to leave. “So the babies’ parents are gymnastics?”
“Vicky is a flyer, but Mike is both,” Zack answered.
“This is all pretty cool.”
“You are welcome to stay for dinner, and meet everyone.”
James said, “Too much for a first visit. Besides, I invited him on a date, not an orgy.”
Olin looked at him, “You are really something, James. Let’s go see your sanctuary, and get on with our date.” Sarcastically, he added, “I’ll sleep with you, if you invite me nicely.” They walked down the hall together. I looked at Zack and gave him a thumbs-up.
Our plans for Gamma Phi hit a snag the following week, when we learned that all members of the performance group had to be either a student or a faculty member at Illinois State. Boris was not registered as a student. Technically, he was a volunteer, but in order to compete, we had to get him classified as an adjunct instructor. We spent several tense days, as Coach appealed to the athletic director for the designation. He finally agreed to let Boris be in our performance, but that we wouldn’t qualify for the grand prize. I was pissed off, but knew we had to go on. Zack and I chose not to tell the others, since the disqualification did not apply to the Risley act, and we assumed that Boris and Mike would probably win for event, like they did last year.
Shortly after that crisis, Coach asked Zack and I to come into his office after gymnastics practice. He shut the door, and looking serious, said, “The coach of the Northern Iowa team called the conference office, inquiring about your amateur status. He said he saw you performing in Iowa City. The director called me, and questioned me about that.” Coach continued, “The director thought the guy was hoping he could intimidate us, and cause us to withdraw. I told the conference director that the exhibitions were for scholarships, given by the Amheuser Busch Company.” For a couple of days, we were nervous that the Northern Iowa coach would file a complaint with the conference board. Coach’s conversation kept us on pins and needles. And then, he informed us, that the deadline for challenges had passed. We were home free to compete in the tournament in Carbondale. Joyce was on the women’s gymnastics team, and their tournament was also in Carbondale.
Doc rented a station wagon, so the entire family could attend. Betty came along to help care for the babies and Stan. Doc reserved two rooms at the Holiday Inn. We were staying with the team in the same hotel, and were able to get rooms close to theirs. Zack and I had adjoining rooms with James and Olin. The tournament preliminaries went smoothly, with James qualifying on the pommel horse and the floor exercise. Olin qualified for everything, including the vault. Zack qualified on everything, except the vault. Mike qualified on floor exercises and the bar. I had an upset stomach, so wasn’t feeling top notch, so was only able to qualify on the uneven parallel bars.
When the final scores were posted, Northern Iowa placed first in all-around team, only a few points ahead of us. Coach signaled for us to remain professional, even though we felt robbed. In the individual events, I wasn’t able to stay focused, had a sloppy routine and missed my dismount. I knew I was out of contention. Zack, on the other hand, absolutely nailed his uneven bar routine. His point total put him in first place, which he was able to maintain. He won second place on the bar. James had a flawless, precise floor exercise, which won him a standing ovation, and the top position. Mike hit his floor routine, but wasn’t quite as flashy as James. Unfortunately, Mike stepped outside the line on one landing, which pushed him out of the medals. James did an amazing job on the bar. Olin’s vault was amazingly high, and he grabbed first place.
Placing second in all-around was not what we wanted. Coach had arranged a celebratory reception at the Holiday Inn, after the meet. Our family and a large contingent of Illinois State fans joined our celebration. Back at home, we were all exhausted. But we had no time to rest, because the Gamma Phi was only two weeks away. Zack and I were looking forward to delayed-lovemaking, when we got home. Doc and the others got home before we did. Once in our room, we found Stan sound asleep in our bed. We decided not to wake him, and left him between us. I kissed Zack, and gave his dick a yank. He reciprocated.
A month earlier, after the auditions, the leapers and the Risley act were granted a place in the Gamma Phi program. Coach, Doc and the equipment committee discussed how we would set up and dismantle the trapeze and net, so that the continuity of the performance wouldn’t be compromised. It was agreed that we would not take down the bars and net in the old power plant. Instead, we would install the equipment that we had purchased the previous spring. That required getting the athletic director to allow us, to once again, set anchors in the gym walls. He demanded that the anchors not be anyplace close to the floor used for competitive intramural or collegiate sports. That meant that the trapeze would not be center stage, but would, instead, be set back, requiring extra lighting to highlight our performance.
Doc paid for the installation of the anchors, and wouldn’t tell us what it cost. All he would say, when we asked, “I’m doing it for the family. I do it, because it needs to be done.” Truthfully, I think he was happier, than he had ever been, with Boris and us. And he knew it would all change, once the Gamma Phi was over, and we graduated.
Dress rehearsal was the Wednesday before the opening night on Friday, May 1.
To our surprise, in walked Fay Alexander and Eddie Ward, Jr., professional flyers, who had been featured in the movie Trapeze which came out in the 1950’s. In the tradition of the Gamma Phi Circus, professionals often performed. The director told us that they would be giving an exhibition, immediately following our performance.
We did well in the rehearsal, but were amazed at how effortless the professional flyers seemed. Our trapeze performance was immediately after the intermission, since we needed time to set up the safety net. The bars would already be in place. Shortly before our dress rehearsal performance, Violet, Ralph, and Ted walked into the gym. I saw them the minute they walked in. I knew Violet was here to assess our routine. I elbowed Zack, who looked puzzled, until I pointed to them sitting on the front row. He said, “Oh, shit!” Violet went over to Fay and Eddie, who stood with their wives, and greeted them warmly. They acted like they remembered her. After a few minutes of conversation, she returned to Ralph and Ted, and sat down to watch our performance.
After we finished, she waved for me to come over. She told, not asked, me, “Get the group together. I have observations about the performance.” Other than Zack, the others didn’t know who she was. I introduced her as my auntie, a former circus star. Everyone was excited, as I readied myself for her critique. She was direct, but kind, “Do you mind, if I attend your practice tomorrow morning?”
“We don’t have a practice scheduled for tomorrow morning.”
“Oh. I think it would be a good idea.” Her tone told me that another practice was expected.
I told her, “We can’t do it here. But, we will do it where we usually practice, if everyone can attend.” No one objected. Bright and early, we were at the power plant. Before we climbed to the perch, Violet said, “First, for Christ sake, smile. Last night, several of you looked frightened. The audience can’t think you’re afraid.” She looked at Mike. “Your somersaults were athletic, for sure, but you need to soften, and fly like a bird.”
Mike said, “I don’t understand.”
“When you are ready for the catch, clasp his wrists softly. Don’t slap so hard. Float, when you release, and make it appear effortless.” I could see Mike missing his catch, which he almost never did. She directed us up to the perch. I knew she would keep us practicing, until she was satisfied. We went through the routine only once, and she gathered the group. “Mike, right! You understood. How did it feel?”
“Great. Anything else I can do?”
“No, you’re ready.” Turning to James, “Young man, don’t appear so tense before you take off. You know the right spot to leap.” Without missing a beat, she turned to Boris. “You Bulgarian, I saw your brothers recently at the Dilly Show in Springfield. They’ve gotten fat. Have you seen them?”
He smiled, and said, “Nope.”
“You’ve got my OK to perform.” Vicky smiled at me, understanding that Violet’s approval was truly in the tradition of the elders giving approval to the younger. The others didn’t understand what Vicky and I knew, instinctively.
Later Zack said, “What was that all about?”
“Babe, it was important for her to give her approval. She was only doing what circus elders have always done. It’s tradition!”
“Your silly circus traditions.”
During final dress rehearsal on Thursday night in the Horton Field House, almost everything that could go wrong, did. Spot lights were in our eyes; Mike missed his double twisting double; my return on the full twisting double was sloppy; the girls seemed tense; the net was too taut, making our drops painful. After discussion with the Assistant Director, we did get the lights redirected. The one thing that did go well was Boris and Mike on the Risley. Boris tossed Mike like a feather. Mike landed squarely on Boris’ feet, standing with no one spotting. They juggled balls and blocks, together and separately. The best part was Boris spinning Mike in the turtle position, and then tossing him, like he was a ball. When they finished, the hall erupted in applause.
On opening night, nothing could erase the nervous tension. Our adrenaline was pumping, as we walked to the ladder in our new gold-trimmed, white costumes. The ringmaster announced us by name, as we ascended. We were immediately after the intermission, so there was a sense that the crowd was ready for something spectacular. Vicky and Joyce started with an easy front end flip. James, gracefully, took the bar, and flew off into a double-twisting double, which brought the crowd to their feet. Not to be out-done, Zack snatched the bar, and waited for Boris’ “Hup”. He did a double full straight, landing squarely back on the perch. That was followed by Mike and Vicky, smoothly executing a double layout. As Violet suggested, Mike flew like a bird into the rafters of the old hall. His catch and release were smooth and relaxed. I followed with a full-twisting triple into Boris’ waiting wrists.
Joyce and Martha, Stephanie’s replacement, were waiting. Joyce perfectly executed a full-twisting shooting star, which drew loud applause. Then it was Mike’s turn to fly into a double-twisting-double, the same trick that James executed earlier. He took off a little late, and flew to the rafters, before releasing into, not a planned double, but a double-twist instead. I had only seen him do that successfully once before. Finally, Boris, Martha and Joyce completed a passover passing leap, before dropping into the net. James took off and did a double somersault, as he dropped into the net, and gracefully lowered himself onto the ground to join the others. Mike executed a smooth double-twist before dropping. I breathed a sigh, as I took off for my double-twisting-double, before landing a little too hard on my shoulders. The crowd of nearly eight thousand was on its feet applauding, as each of us dropped from the net. We stood hand-in-hand and accepted the booming applause, as we took our bows, one by one.
Fay and Eddie’s exhibition followed immediately after we were down. We were good, but they were spectacular. Fay flew and Eddie was in the catch. The audience loved them, but I sensed not quite as much, as they liked us.
Our second performance, Saturday night before the sold out crowd was, virtually, the same routine, except that I attempted a full-twisting-triple, missed Boris’ catch, and dropped into the net. The applause told me that the audience wanted me to try again. I obliged, and the second time, it worked perfectly. Back slaps from my team, were better than all the raucous applause that continued until we finished. We received a standing ovation, as the seven of us stood in the spotlight. As expected, Mike and Boris won for the most outstanding performance. But the leapers were beaming, as we congratulated ourselves.
The Sunday following Gamma Phi, we were exhausted. Doc surprised us with a fantastic brunch that he fixed, with Boris’ help. Our conversations relived each aspect of the Gamma Phi performances. Violet, Ralph and Ted joined us. Violet sat through both performances, and I could tell that she was pleased. In bed Sunday night, Zack and I cuddled. He softly said to me, “I’ve decided we’re going to Chicago. I hope Doc isn’t too disappointed.” I knew he meant that he was going to medical school.
“You know it’s fine with me, but it’s a long grind.”
“I know, but I’ll only do it, if you’re comfortable with my decision.”
“My wonderful partner, I want to do, what you want to do. When do we leave?”
“I start classes around July first. I suggest, we move to Chicago right after Mike and Vicky’s wedding. You can do summer school up there, and get your degree in physical education. You might be able to get a job for the fall.” I reminded him, that I had to do my student teaching, so that would have to come before a first job.
“Do we have enough money to last a semester, without income?”
“Maybe you could get a part-time job at a YMCA teaching, without your teaching certificate.
“We can see. Let’s stop talking.” I reached over and pulled his mouth close to mine. We kissed, quietly and gently, for minutes. That led to more intimacy and, finally, I was firmly implanted in his butt. The experience was different, somehow, from other sexual experiences, we have had. There was a mutual feeling, that we were starting a new journey for a lifetime.