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https://plus.google.com/115868330181697826619 Charles E. Pechous, DDS, SC : We appreciate the sentiment!
We appreciate the sentiment!
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"By taking the time to educate ourselves on our history and the people who shaped this nation, we can more fully appreciate the ideals set down by the founders...It's a reminder that our work is to sustain freedom and ensure that rights and liberty belong to all our citizens."
- Admiral Michelle J. Howard, in response to "What does Black History Month mean to you?"
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https://plus.google.com/101654526768159892886 The University of Arizona Online RN to MSN Program : Take a journey with us to understand and appreciate the many ways nursing has evolved over the years...
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Nursing is one of the oldest professions in the world. Nurses have been providing medical care for centuries at home, on the battlefield, and in medical
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An abstract created using crumpled textured paper that allows us to appreciate the shapes, not only through the creases, but by the altering of light and shadow upon the various surfaces, created by artist: Aldo Tolino entitled: Untitled.
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https://plus.google.com/112732653719936116069 Pamela Freeman : Everywhere, everything is going to fast; if I could just stop the passing of time for a few days or ...
Everywhere, everything is going to fast; if I could just stop the passing of time for a few days or hours or minutes... it would be so wonderful. I don't have that power, BUT, I can stop myself long enough to enjoy and appreciate GOD'S  GIFTS!!! You too have that power; just pause and enjoy!!!!!
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Make up your mind today to not only savor the good times for yourself, but to give such moments away to someone you love . . . today.
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https://plus.google.com/104034457456509524628 Sanaya sanaya : Good morning to you all my dear lovely friends thank God it's Friday as you all know this weekend is...
Good morning to you all my dear lovely friends thank God it's Friday as you all know this weekend is a very special week is Valentine's Day I love Valentines Day its a day where we celebrate appreciate and love each other my favorite is I get to eat a lot of chocolates lol wishing you all a blessed happy joyful Friday and I hope you all have a fantastic loving Valentine's Day weekend god bless you all my dear friends have a great day
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https://plus.google.com/104845911913834849411 NightcorED : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0AxnH92jUA I would really appreciate if u guys subscribe to my nightcore...
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https://plus.google.com/100024504036079854092 Graham Lomax : Something I'd really like is the ability to run widgets from my phone on my watch. For example, the ...
Something I'd really like is the ability to run widgets from my phone on my watch. For example, the widget from Rail Planner Live would save me getting my phone out when I get to the station.

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https://plus.google.com/112682607484223795469 The Center for Counseling and Holistic Services : NJCCHS would like to thank all of our social media friends & supporters. We appreciate you! #thanks ...
NJCCHS would like to thank all of our social media friends & supporters. We appreciate you! #thanks #thankyou
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https://plus.google.com/112243345935005164961 jayram Umap : "The windows to Sintra" By David Gomes   goo.gl/RajLWb   This shot was taked from Castelo de Mouros,...
"The windows to Sintra"
By David Gomes   goo.gl/RajLWb   This shot was taked from Castelo de Mouros, in Sintra, Portugal! The wether/sky was very closed! I waited over than one hour when the sky's window was opened. But is was greateful whit this beautiful view of Palacio Nacional de Sintra (Sintra National Palace)!! All of you, I wish a nice weekend! Thank you so much for yours continued support that I very appreciate. - David Gomes

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https://plus.google.com/105926859859849365905 Dave Blaine : Want to add a WOW factor to your home? Crown molding in your home compared with none in a similar home...
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Crown molding in your home compared with none in a similar home in your neighborhood could make a difference when it's time to sell. "You may not get the money back, but it's a feature that most buyers appreciate when looking for a home," says Weisbard. "It's a wow-factor feature. It stays in buyers' minds."

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https://plus.google.com/110471060637526495303 Barbara Dion : Thought you would appreciate this...many, many health benefits with lemon (with warm water daily) and...
Thought you would appreciate this...many, many health benefits with lemon (with warm water daily) and chia seeds...available at Walmart.
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Are you searching for a daily elixir that is all-around spectacular for your health? One great option is warm lemon water with a couple of tablespoons of chia seeds. This is one beverage that's great to sip throughout the day, due to its numerous health...
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https://plus.google.com/110236071668406901815 JOSEPH BARBER : We Created On January 26, 2016 ,I am my brother's keeper. Raised by 4 people in 16 days $80 of $15k ...
We Created On January 26, 2016 ,I am my brother's keeper.
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I have been privileged to do a lot of research. That research was heavily related to Post Traumatic Stress Disorders (PTSD). I learned a lot. Unfortunately, what I learned wasn’t refreshing at all. But this isn’t about PTSD or about me It’s about individual actions. During my time researching the effects of war, I learned about the Veteran homeless dilemma. I also learned about the spike in numbers for children of veterans needing outpatient psychological counseling. I also learned about the overwhelming amount of substance abuse within the veteran population. And worse, I learned about the increase in suicides amongst our veterans.
“Many say thank you for your service ” makes little sense to me. What is so happy about thank me for my service ? Did you read the aforementioned? None of those things should make a person feel happy. At one point in time, the Veteran felt like he/she was truly living. They embraced their brothers-in-arms and fought the enemy. The adrenaline rush was overwhelming. And for many who returned unscathed, they should be grateful. For some, Like Veterans Day should be a happy day. But for me, it is not.
For me, Being a Veterans sucks. In fact, I hate it. I lost friends overseas and I will never get them back. And like most veterans I know who served in war, they also lost a little part of themselves. Those Days reminds me of times when I faced some serious mental anguish.
With all that aside, I personally believe that Thanking Veterans has become one big feel-good sandwich considering many Americans talk a big game supporting the veteran but when it comes to their actions of support, very little can be witnessed. And yes, I realize many Americans support the veteran but look around you. How many in America don’t really do anything to support them?5634PEOPLE IN
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I had written about some pretty prominent military friendly non-profit organizations in the past. One person actually said, “Why should I support these groups considering veterans have the VA?” Do not think for a second that one person who said this is alone in such thoughts.
“Thanks for your service.” What a crock. You want to thank me? Get off your butt and help out that homeless veteran. Of America’s homeless population more than 40% are veterans.
You want to thank me? See that woman getting out of her car that displays a military decal on it with two or three children sitting inside? Go up to her and her kids and tell them how awesome it is to meet the family of a real super hero—ask for their autographs or something.
Make those kids feel like their mommy or daddy who isn’t with them is much greater than Superman or Batman. Superman and Batman are fictional characters, our veterans aren’t. Over 2 million children of veterans who deploy today are under some form of psychological counseling. That’s more than the total active duty force of the entire US Armed Forces.
Ever see Superman or Batman tip the bottle? Me either. Some of our veterans have been tipping the bottle way too long. How many friends and family have the intestinal fortitude to confront these super patriots? You want to thank me? Help the veteran to recovery from whatever their addiction may be.
But do you really want to thank me? Ever see what a highly trained military veteran can do with a weapon? We are trained to be lethal in the art of killing. You have 80 minutes to start running. Don’t run away from the fire. No, run towards it.
That’s right. In approximately 80 minutes, a veteran will take his or her own life. On average 22 veterans take their lives each day. You want to thank me? Run toward the fire and fire for effect with love, courage, and wisdom. Stop that veteran from dying right now.
Do you really want to thank me? Please, I do appreciate the kind words. But kind words aren’t enough. No, the VA isn’t enough for our veterans. We need you. We need your actions. Actions speak louder than words. to our Veterans , find a veteran and spend some time with them. Tell them how you feel about them, show them you love them, learn their needs, and help them on their feet again because truth be told, even the most impressive physically appearing veterans are likely hurting deep down inside today.And many sleeping out in the cols so Please show your support $ 10 IS ALL IT TAKES TO FEED A PERSON FOR 2 DAYS $25 GETS A PERSON A PERSONELL SURVIVAL PACK HOW COULD WE DO LESS
Click here to support I am my brother's keeper. by Joseph F Barber
I am my brother's keeper. "We were taught under the old ethic that man's business on this earth was to look out for himself. That was the ethic of the jungle; the ethic of the wild beast. Take care of yourself, no matter what may become of your fellow man. Thousands of years ago the question was...
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https://plus.google.com/113125601856243874805 Soul love : From The Ramparts Junious Ricardo Stanton Reclaiming Our African Mind "When we talk about the so-called...
From The Ramparts
Junious Ricardo Stanton
Reclaiming Our African Mind
 
            "When we talk about the so-called diagnosing of our people, it involves an analysis not only of the behavior of our people, but of the behavior of the society as a whole; and we must recognize this fact and face up to it as a people. Diagnosis then is not merely procedural or neutral. As we have said, it is political to the core. It is a political act. Through diagnosis, the ruling society applies its ideological measures to the recalcitrant members of that society. It maintains through diagnosis the status quo and most of all, through diagnosis, the society-where that society is unjust- justifies its repressions. Thus then when an individual is labeled in an unjust and unequal society, and is labeled by the very people who maintain its injustice and inequality, then the very diagnosis process itself, and the very labels attached to the victims of that society are the very means by which repression is carried out in that system. Consequently, those of us who are in the so called helping professions and in the business of diagnosing other people's behavior, must recognize the degree to which we are a part of the repressive mechanism of that system." Amos Wilson sThe Falsification of Afrikan Consciousness Eurocentric History, Psychiatry and the Politics of White Supremacy pages 87-88
 
            When our immediate ancestors were kidnapped, captured, dragged by Arabs and Europeans to Arabia , Yemen , Asia, the Caribbean, North, Central and South America they depopulated Africa by at least fifty million. The Arab slave trade lasted over fourteen hundred years! The European Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade lasted over four centuries. During this time of deportation and depopulation, Africans were subjected to unfathomable atrocities, horrors and desecration (the process of teaching us to ignore and negate our divinity and sacredness). Beatings, rape, mutilation, castration, branding, starvation were just some of the physical atrocities our ancestors suffered at the hands of Arabs and Europeans.  Many did not survive the ordeals of the kidnapping and transportation process. But just as debilitating and damaging were the psychological abuses we suffered and still suffer to this day perpetrated by our Arab and European enemies.
            Our tormentors denigrated us and disparaged our beautiful dark skin while raping and brutalizing our women and children, they terrorized our people to instill fear in us to make us submit to their depravity and bestiality. Our people who survived lives' were ruined by the unceasing abuse, negative programming and endless trauma. In the minds of demented Europeans any African who resisted or tried to run away was considered "crazy", the whites said there was something wrong with us ofr wanting to be free!
            During slavery in the US Samuel A Cartwright (1793- 1863) a physician wrote a book entitled Diseases and Peculiarities of the Negro Race. Cartwright actually invented a "disease" he called Drapetomania that he said applied to Blacks who ran away or resisted the whites' attempts to impose a sub-human status on us. While Cartwright found sympathy and support from Southern planters and the defenders of slavery he was derided by some for his quackery.
            This type of pseudoscience still exits and is used to defame, denigrate and dehumanize African people every chance they get! Europeans and Arabs denigrated us to justify their lust, savagery and rapine. When we resisted and we always did, this made them angry and they had to create a reason to justify their xenophobia, to rationalize their depravity, violence, brutality and their inhumane treatment of "the other". So just as Samuel Cartwright invented Drapetomania to describe Africans who ran away from their white "owners", modern science and psychiatry come up with conditions and diseases to describe our maladaptive responses or outright resistance to European domination and hegemony.
            In the Arab and European warped mind, African people are seen alternatively as beasts of burden, exotic, hip or crazy criminals.  But they also use their pseudoscience to justify their eugenics, sterilization and genocidal programs.  We must realize this is their perception, their bogus pseudoscience and it's their problem not ours!
            One of the most damaging and traumatic experiences in our sojourn amongst these brutes is we never knew how they were going to act, what trifling incident would set them off so we were always leery, anxious and unsure around them, even to this day. White folks prefer us to be "non-threatening", meaning our presence around them doesn't conjure up their deep seated fears and anxiety because they think we will get back at them for all the evil they perpetuate on non-whites around the world. They are also afraid we will see through their compensatory facade of superiority and arrogance and discern they are really insecure and frightened of just about everything. (This is why it is so easy for the ruling elites to scare them about "terrorism" and crime etc.)
             A few weeks ago I wrote about epigenetic inheritance. I mentioned the idea that experiences, emotions and vivid trauma can be passed down from generation to generation outside the DNA is not a new concept, that our African ancestors recognized this eons ago. I suggested you read Dr. Kimbwandende Kia Bunseki Fu-Kau's books on traditional African Cosmology and Self- Healing to get an glimpse of the deep insight Africans had into the life process, healing and wellbeing.  Dr. Fu-Kiau called the process of transmitting energy, skills, talents and health from generation to generation the genetic rope.
            Epigenetic inheritance or the genetic rope can bring discord, disease and ill health into subsequent generations. In his book  Self-Healing Power and Therapy, Old Teachings from Africa Dr Fu-Kiau points out the importance of a community sanctioned marriage partnership, where every effort is made to ensure the couple comes from good parentage, one of high morals and ethics, good health and the whole community blesses the union. He also states the importance of a serene, calm and healthy environment during the prenatal period. "A well constituted seed from a strong healthy and beautiful tree will germinate with energy. It will grow strong, healthy and become productive. Human beings are seeds too. We are mu me'nga (biogenetically) the seeded fruits of our parents, and great-great-great grandparents. This is what the Kongo call N'singa dikanda, "the biogenetic rope of the community of the dead" with whom we are related by blood." Self-healing Power and Therapy Old Teachings From Africa page 27
            Living in a Western socio-economic-political system while offering material creature comforts, at the same time is stultifying, it is discordant, it throws us off of our natural rhythms and like vampires drains us of our energy. The more we attempt to be like Europeans the farther we get from our African moorings, our natural selves and our indigenous cultural frequencies.
            This process is literally making us ill and killing us. We are becoming more materialistic, more prone to disease, our social networks are becoming superficial, they do not provide the psychological and emotional support and nurturing we need to live full and healthy lives. As a consequence we are exhibiting and experiencing more maladaptive symptoms, more dis-ease, more illness, increasing social dysfunction and alienation.
            The key to reversing the negative epigenetic inheritance is to do what our African ancestors called Sankofa, which literally means "go back and fetch it". Go back and learn from the past to build on the future. Going back to fetch, internalize and live African values is the key to our transformation and redemption. However, I must warn you it means rejecting much of what the West holds near and dear such as: selfishness, greed, individualism, materialism, the exploitative dog eat dog social relationships, everything we see on the so called "reality shows" and in their "entertainment industry".
            Part of our transformation is regaining a respect and love for nature, a healthy awe of the natural space all around us. We have to begin to really appreciate true spirituality, the unseen energies, freqeuncies and forces around us and know that we are all linked to and created by ONE SOURCE. We have to relearn how to hear the song of the universe and resonate to the earth's natural rhythm, learn what it means to live in harmony with oneself, others and nature.
            We have been trained and brainwashed to believe progress is the ideal goal that the natural order is antiquated and needs to be replaced. Wake up, the West's desire to usurp, pervert and supplant nature will be the death of us! Remember what happened to Frankenstein!     
            Our only salvation is to reclaim our African mind, to reconnect with nature and get in touch with the animating life force within each of us and all creation. Our adversaries may call us crazy or invent some new word to define our non-conformity and reawakening, so what? We will be doing what is best for us, we will be saving ourselves and the planet.
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https://plus.google.com/112666800831340637299 Susan Louey : I've just received my MD3 and whilst I can connect with the iOS app, the transmitter appears to be defective...
I've just received my MD3 and whilst I can connect with the iOS app, the transmitter appears to be defective. I've put in 4 new AA batteries and the screen shows info so it powers on however it fails to link up/pair with the MD3. Am I perhaps missing a step? If it is indeed defective, is there a process in getting it replaced? Would appreciate any feedback anyone can offer, thanks.
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                                 Ski Weekend – Part 8 of 8
       It wasn’t until much later, during a time of confession for both of us, when I found out how much I had affected him. But for now I was almost there, dry mouth, excited at the prospect, and my prick as hard as I could remember. I could hang a suitcase on it and it wouldn’t have bent down to drop it.
        In the moonlight streaming in across his bed I saw him laying with the covers pulled off. His cock was sticking straight up from his firm stomach. In the eerie light it looked like it had a halo around it and I moved slowly to him. He truly was the Angel I had imagined out there in the cold night.
        I stood next to him, right over his hips, his cock, and his balls. While I paused, trying to decide how to start, he reached to me, took my prick so my cock-head rested in his palm, and he rolled his fingers around and rubbed his palm over my head while tugging gently to pull my balls forward and back. He took my balls with his other hand. Gently he cupped them and rolled them with his fingers, teasing towards the crack between my cheeks.
        He sat up and slid his legs over the side of the king size bed. He slid both hands out and around my butt cheeks, looked into my eyes and smiled in the moonlight. He slid his hands up along each side of my waist and pressured my back to move down towards him. I moved easily. The slight pressure was all I needed.
        I lowered to him, attempting to lie over him as he relaxed back onto the bed. I supported myself on one extended hand while searching for his cock with the other. It was too awkward and I lowered to my knees looking intently at the magnificence of his flesh. I’d never really looked at another man’s cock before. It was like a work of art. It was similar to mine and yet different. I think I was beginning to understand. I opened my mouth and slowly slid down over the head of his warm flesh. It excited my senses, my lips thrilled to the touch of the soft flesh covering the hard organ when my tongue tentatively made contact. I licked around and under the crown and further down the underside. Back up to the tip, I teased at the opening to lap up the bead of clear fluid that had glistened in the light coming though the window. It was my first taste of a man. It was sweet to my taste buds, a hint of saltiness that made a pleasing combination, and I lapped it up, urging more to come forth.
        I was accustomed to hand milking my own juices, but with his I licked and sucked as much as his balls could bring forth. I had no idea it had such a sexy, exciting taste. I wanted more.
        “Emmm, ohhh…” Ben moaned as I treasured his prick. I held it at the base with my palm resting against his tightened ball sack and slowly moved my mouth up and down its length. My mouth was no longer dry, I was drooling all over his cock and I moved quicker and quicker. I felt his body responding in kind. I could feel his excitement rising. I could feel his balls tighten. His cock got warmer and larger. His cock-head swelled and hardened till it almost filled my mouth. I stayed on it, rolling my mouth over it and around it with ever-increasing speed.
        Oh, God! His balls contracted, I felt it. He was cuming. I felt it gush up through the base of his hard rod. There was a split second for me to wonder if I wanted to take his cum into my mouth. Taking a man’s load, spurt after spurt, into my mouth was not a wish for me before this weekend.
        Yes, YES! I took it, I took him, and I thrilled to the first mouthful of Ben.
        Ben finally relaxed. He sighed, and I was filled with more satisfaction then I could have imagined. I sat back and licked the rest of his offering from my lips. I smiled this time.
        He rested for a second, his expression of excitement changed back to his beautiful smile. He reached out, his fingers closing around the back of my neck to take my head. He gently urged me to move to him, pulling me closer until he kissed me fully on the lips.
        Wow, I thought, I hadn’t even gotten off and my satisfaction with sex was greater than I could remember. Ben held my face close.
        “Well, what’s it like to suck a cock?” he tenderly asked, but before I could express my new and wondrous feelings, he pulled us together and kiss me deeply, tonguing into my virgin mouth — virgin to the pleasure of another man’s tongue.
        “Whewww, it’s great,” was as much as I could express as I pulled away from the contact.
        Ben had reach for my groin and started playing with my soft cock. I had gone soft when he had reached his climax, as if I had cum at the same time. The clear fluids were overflowing from my cock-head opening. It seemed to have flowed more than what my balls would produce when I actually came.
        I was remembering the thrill of Ric’s mouth on me at the hot tub when Ben lifted me up and over to take me. It was clear to me that I was not an expert at cock sucking, and I was yet to find out if Ben was, but who really could claim being an expert, and who cared that night. It was a night to explore, to try to understand deep feelings as they came boiling to the surface.
        Compared to the teeth scratches Cheryl gave me when I finally convinced her to pleasure me, the worst man was a thousand times better, and Ben’s first blow job was fantastic for me. I had no idea at that time that it really was his first. I think you have to have a cock to appreciate how it must be handled and treated and loved. Ben is the best I’ve ever known, then and now.
       I slept with a man that night. I had many more firsts with him in his cabin over the next year, but the rest of that night was limited to touching and understanding our feelings for each other. I cuddled tightly against him for the second night in a roll. It was great and in the wee hours of the morning when I trapped his mighty shaft between my legs, he fucked me without penetration this time and excitedly shot his load.
        “Next time,” he declared as he chewed gently on my shoulder, “we’ll have to explore you’re fucking my ass. I’ve used dildos before but never the real thing.”
        He continued nibbling on the side of my neck and gently blew into my ear.
        “Next time,” I informed him, “I’ll teach you all about that.” At least that was one thing I had experienced with Cheryl that did give me pleasure even while she complained it was unnatural.  Cheryl, I was discovering, was unnatural… for me, at least.
        We were almost back to sleep as he pulled the shade down, but I had one more question.
        “Ben…”
        “Yeah, TJ.”
        “Am I a fuckin’ queer now? I hope so.”

                                       **
        Late Sunday afternoon Ben drove me back to Cheryl’s condo. She was still there and I went in alone to get my things. I was at peace with her. I no longer felt any animosity towards her. In fact I felt nothing for her. There was no more hatred for her or for myself.
        “Well, did you finally come to your senses?” she started, not knowing of my brush with death. “Or have you been shacked up with those two queers all weekend?”
        I was pleasant and smiled. Almost with a fatherly understanding of an irate daughter. That threw her. She had anticipated my retort and was well prepared to blast back at me with every recrimination she could muster. I usually flew into a shouting match with her, screaming and defending my virtue or honor or whatever it was that had me on the defense at that particular time with her.
        This time I felt relief. Strangely, I felt sorry for her and for the next guy she’d hook up with. Maybe he’d be a real straight guy who would put it to her as rough as she had done to me. For me, I’d found what I wanted.
        “Yes, I have come to my senses,” I said quietly, almost softly, “and no I did not spend any time this weekend with Ric or Steve or even Jerry or Bob. I had the good fortune of meeting a really special person and fell in love, real love, something you wouldn’t understand.”
        She continued to shout back at me, not really listening to what I said, like all the times before. 
        “Wait…” she screeched. “There was no way you could have found a girl that quick, let alone fall in love. Love is beyond you.” She continued berating me, expressing her usual thoughts on my manliness.
        But I had the best of the situation, and I had the best of her for the first time. It was worth near freezing to death to have found what I did. When I finished packing my suitcase, I stepped to the door, waiting for her to calm down.
        “Just where the hell do you think you’re going now? I’m not packed yet.”
        I waited. She finally stood silently.
        I stood there for several seconds looking at her with my hand on the doorknob, smiling, waiting with a patience she never dreamed I possessed.
        Cheryl stopped short as she was about to go on ripping me up one side and down the other. It finally dawned on her that I was not ranting and yelling, or screaming back at her.
        “I want to thank you,” I spoke slowly, almost serenely, “really, for making it possible for me to break away and find a true love.”
        As a first for her, she stopped yelling. I opened the door and we were both surprised to see Ben standing outside smiling.
        “Cheryl,” I turned back to her and calmly spoke, “I want you to meet my lover. This is Ben… see you around sometime.”
        I clicked the door closed softly behind me while she remained motionless, her mouth drooped open… speechless — a definite first for her.
        Ben took my hand as we walked to his van. He didn’t have an expensive condo at an expensive ski resort like she had held over me for so long. It was far better than that, he was simply Ben. I loved him. Best of all, with Ben I could finally be myself.

                                                THE END
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                                 Ski Weekend – Part 8 of 8
       It wasn’t until much later, during a time of confession for both of us, when I found out how much I had affected him. But for now I was almost there, dry mouth, excited at the prospect, and my prick as hard as I could remember. I could hang a suitcase on it and it wouldn’t have bent down to drop it.
        In the moonlight streaming in across his bed I saw him laying with the covers pulled off. His cock was sticking straight up from his firm stomach. In the eerie light it looked like it had a halo around it and I moved slowly to him. He truly was the Angel I had imagined out there in the cold night.
        I stood next to him, right over his hips, his cock, and his balls. While I paused, trying to decide how to start, he reached to me, took my prick so my cock-head rested in his palm, and he rolled his fingers around and rubbed his palm over my head while tugging gently to pull my balls forward and back. He took my balls with his other hand. Gently he cupped them and rolled them with his fingers, teasing towards the crack between my cheeks.
        He sat up and slid his legs over the side of the king size bed. He slid both hands out and around my butt cheeks, looked into my eyes and smiled in the moonlight. He slid his hands up along each side of my waist and pressured my back to move down towards him. I moved easily. The slight pressure was all I needed.
        I lowered to him, attempting to lie over him as he relaxed back onto the bed. I supported myself on one extended hand while searching for his cock with the other. It was too awkward and I lowered to my knees looking intently at the magnificence of his flesh. I’d never really looked at another man’s cock before. It was like a work of art. It was similar to mine and yet different. I think I was beginning to understand. I opened my mouth and slowly slid down over the head of his warm flesh. It excited my senses, my lips thrilled to the touch of the soft flesh covering the hard organ when my tongue tentatively made contact. I licked around and under the crown and further down the underside. Back up to the tip, I teased at the opening to lap up the bead of clear fluid that had glistened in the light coming though the window. It was my first taste of a man. It was sweet to my taste buds, a hint of saltiness that made a pleasing combination, and I lapped it up, urging more to come forth.
        I was accustomed to hand milking my own juices, but with his I licked and sucked as much as his balls could bring forth. I had no idea it had such a sexy, exciting taste. I wanted more.
        “Emmm, ohhh…” Ben moaned as I treasured his prick. I held it at the base with my palm resting against his tightened ball sack and slowly moved my mouth up and down its length. My mouth was no longer dry, I was drooling all over his cock and I moved quicker and quicker. I felt his body responding in kind. I could feel his excitement rising. I could feel his balls tighten. His cock got warmer and larger. His cock-head swelled and hardened till it almost filled my mouth. I stayed on it, rolling my mouth over it and around it with ever-increasing speed.
        Oh, God! His balls contracted, I felt it. He was cuming. I felt it gush up through the base of his hard rod. There was a split second for me to wonder if I wanted to take his cum into my mouth. Taking a man’s load, spurt after spurt, into my mouth was not a wish for me before this weekend.
        Yes, YES! I took it, I took him, and I thrilled to the first mouthful of Ben.
        Ben finally relaxed. He sighed, and I was filled with more satisfaction then I could have imagined. I sat back and licked the rest of his offering from my lips. I smiled this time.
        He rested for a second, his expression of excitement changed back to his beautiful smile. He reached out, his fingers closing around the back of my neck to take my head. He gently urged me to move to him, pulling me closer until he kissed me fully on the lips.
        Wow, I thought, I hadn’t even gotten off and my satisfaction with sex was greater than I could remember. Ben held my face close.
        “Well, what’s it like to suck a cock?” he tenderly asked, but before I could express my new and wondrous feelings, he pulled us together and kiss me deeply, tonguing into my virgin mouth — virgin to the pleasure of another man’s tongue.
        “Whewww, it’s great,” was as much as I could express as I pulled away from the contact.
        Ben had reach for my groin and started playing with my soft cock. I had gone soft when he had reached his climax, as if I had cum at the same time. The clear fluids were overflowing from my cock-head opening. It seemed to have flowed more than what my balls would produce when I actually came.
        I was remembering the thrill of Ric’s mouth on me at the hot tub when Ben lifted me up and over to take me. It was clear to me that I was not an expert at cock sucking, and I was yet to find out if Ben was, but who really could claim being an expert, and who cared that night. It was a night to explore, to try to understand deep feelings as they came boiling to the surface.
        Compared to the teeth scratches Cheryl gave me when I finally convinced her to pleasure me, the worst man was a thousand times better, and Ben’s first blow job was fantastic for me. I had no idea at that time that it really was his first. I think you have to have a cock to appreciate how it must be handled and treated and loved. Ben is the best I’ve ever known, then and now.
       I slept with a man that night. I had many more firsts with him in his cabin over the next year, but the rest of that night was limited to touching and understanding our feelings for each other. I cuddled tightly against him for the second night in a roll. It was great and in the wee hours of the morning when I trapped his mighty shaft between my legs, he fucked me without penetration this time and excitedly shot his load.
        “Next time,” he declared as he chewed gently on my shoulder, “we’ll have to explore you’re fucking my ass. I’ve used dildos before but never the real thing.”
        He continued nibbling on the side of my neck and gently blew into my ear.
        “Next time,” I informed him, “I’ll teach you all about that.” At least that was one thing I had experienced with Cheryl that did give me pleasure even while she complained it was unnatural.  Cheryl, I was discovering, was unnatural… for me, at least.
        We were almost back to sleep as he pulled the shade down, but I had one more question.
        “Ben…”
        “Yeah, TJ.”
        “Am I a fuckin’ queer now? I hope so.”

                                       **
        Late Sunday afternoon Ben drove me back to Cheryl’s condo. She was still there and I went in alone to get my things. I was at peace with her. I no longer felt any animosity towards her. In fact I felt nothing for her. There was no more hatred for her or for myself.
        “Well, did you finally come to your senses?” she started, not knowing of my brush with death. “Or have you been shacked up with those two queers all weekend?”
        I was pleasant and smiled. Almost with a fatherly understanding of an irate daughter. That threw her. She had anticipated my retort and was well prepared to blast back at me with every recrimination she could muster. I usually flew into a shouting match with her, screaming and defending my virtue or honor or whatever it was that had me on the defense at that particular time with her.
        This time I felt relief. Strangely, I felt sorry for her and for the next guy she’d hook up with. Maybe he’d be a real straight guy who would put it to her as rough as she had done to me. For me, I’d found what I wanted.
        “Yes, I have come to my senses,” I said quietly, almost softly, “and no I did not spend any time this weekend with Ric or Steve or even Jerry or Bob. I had the good fortune of meeting a really special person and fell in love, real love, something you wouldn’t understand.”
        She continued to shout back at me, not really listening to what I said, like all the times before. 
        “Wait…” she screeched. “There was no way you could have found a girl that quick, let alone fall in love. Love is beyond you.” She continued berating me, expressing her usual thoughts on my manliness.
        But I had the best of the situation, and I had the best of her for the first time. It was worth near freezing to death to have found what I did. When I finished packing my suitcase, I stepped to the door, waiting for her to calm down.
        “Just where the hell do you think you’re going now? I’m not packed yet.”
        I waited. She finally stood silently.
        I stood there for several seconds looking at her with my hand on the doorknob, smiling, waiting with a patience she never dreamed I possessed.
        Cheryl stopped short as she was about to go on ripping me up one side and down the other. It finally dawned on her that I was not ranting and yelling, or screaming back at her.
        “I want to thank you,” I spoke slowly, almost serenely, “really, for making it possible for me to break away and find a true love.”
        As a first for her, she stopped yelling. I opened the door and we were both surprised to see Ben standing outside smiling.
        “Cheryl,” I turned back to her and calmly spoke, “I want you to meet my lover. This is Ben… see you around sometime.”
        I clicked the door closed softly behind me while she remained motionless, her mouth drooped open… speechless — a definite first for her.
        Ben took my hand as we walked to his van. He didn’t have an expensive condo at an expensive ski resort like she had held over me for so long. It was far better than that, he was simply Ben. I loved him. Best of all, with Ben I could finally be myself.

                                                THE END
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The long awaited end of Ski Weekend. Hope you've enjoyed the ride with the guys.
                                 Ski Weekend – Part 8 of 8
       It wasn’t until much later, during a time of confession for both of us, when I found out how much I had affected him. But for now I was almost there, dry mouth, excited at the prospect, and my prick as hard as I could remember. I could hang a suitcase on it and it wouldn’t have bent down to drop it.
        In the moonlight streaming in across his bed I saw him laying with the covers pulled off. His cock was sticking straight up from his firm stomach. In the eerie light it looked like it had a halo around it and I moved slowly to him. He truly was the Angel I had imagined out there in the cold night.
        I stood next to him, right over his hips, his cock, and his balls. While I paused, trying to decide how to start, he reached to me, took my prick so my cock-head rested in his palm, and he rolled his fingers around and rubbed his palm over my head while tugging gently to pull my balls forward and back. He took my balls with his other hand. Gently he cupped them and rolled them with his fingers, teasing towards the crack between my cheeks.
        He sat up and slid his legs over the side of the king size bed. He slid both hands out and around my butt cheeks, looked into my eyes and smiled in the moonlight. He slid his hands up along each side of my waist and pressured my back to move down towards him. I moved easily. The slight pressure was all I needed.
        I lowered to him, attempting to lie over him as he relaxed back onto the bed. I supported myself on one extended hand while searching for his cock with the other. It was too awkward and I lowered to my knees looking intently at the magnificence of his flesh. I’d never really looked at another man’s cock before. It was like a work of art. It was similar to mine and yet different. I think I was beginning to understand. I opened my mouth and slowly slid down over the head of his warm flesh. It excited my senses, my lips thrilled to the touch of the soft flesh covering the hard organ when my tongue tentatively made contact. I licked around and under the crown and further down the underside. Back up to the tip, I teased at the opening to lap up the bead of clear fluid that had glistened in the light coming though the window. It was my first taste of a man. It was sweet to my taste buds, a hint of saltiness that made a pleasing combination, and I lapped it up, urging more to come forth.
        I was accustomed to hand milking my own juices, but with his I licked and sucked as much as his balls could bring forth. I had no idea it had such a sexy, exciting taste. I wanted more.
        “Emmm, ohhh…” Ben moaned as I treasured his prick. I held it at the base with my palm resting against his tightened ball sack and slowly moved my mouth up and down its length. My mouth was no longer dry, I was drooling all over his cock and I moved quicker and quicker. I felt his body responding in kind. I could feel his excitement rising. I could feel his balls tighten. His cock got warmer and larger. His cock-head swelled and hardened till it almost filled my mouth. I stayed on it, rolling my mouth over it and around it with ever-increasing speed.
        Oh, God! His balls contracted, I felt it. He was cuming. I felt it gush up through the base of his hard rod. There was a split second for me to wonder if I wanted to take his cum into my mouth. Taking a man’s load, spurt after spurt, into my mouth was not a wish for me before this weekend.
        Yes, YES! I took it, I took him, and I thrilled to the first mouthful of Ben.
        Ben finally relaxed. He sighed, and I was filled with more satisfaction then I could have imagined. I sat back and licked the rest of his offering from my lips. I smiled this time.
        He rested for a second, his expression of excitement changed back to his beautiful smile. He reached out, his fingers closing around the back of my neck to take my head. He gently urged me to move to him, pulling me closer until he kissed me fully on the lips.
        Wow, I thought, I hadn’t even gotten off and my satisfaction with sex was greater than I could remember. Ben held my face close.
        “Well, what’s it like to suck a cock?” he tenderly asked, but before I could express my new and wondrous feelings, he pulled us together and kiss me deeply, tonguing into my virgin mouth — virgin to the pleasure of another man’s tongue.
        “Whewww, it’s great,” was as much as I could express as I pulled away from the contact.
        Ben had reach for my groin and started playing with my soft cock. I had gone soft when he had reached his climax, as if I had cum at the same time. The clear fluids were overflowing from my cock-head opening. It seemed to have flowed more than what my balls would produce when I actually came.
        I was remembering the thrill of Ric’s mouth on me at the hot tub when Ben lifted me up and over to take me. It was clear to me that I was not an expert at cock sucking, and I was yet to find out if Ben was, but who really could claim being an expert, and who cared that night. It was a night to explore, to try to understand deep feelings as they came boiling to the surface.
        Compared to the teeth scratches Cheryl gave me when I finally convinced her to pleasure me, the worst man was a thousand times better, and Ben’s first blow job was fantastic for me. I had no idea at that time that it really was his first. I think you have to have a cock to appreciate how it must be handled and treated and loved. Ben is the best I’ve ever known, then and now.
       I slept with a man that night. I had many more firsts with him in his cabin over the next year, but the rest of that night was limited to touching and understanding our feelings for each other. I cuddled tightly against him for the second night in a roll. It was great and in the wee hours of the morning when I trapped his mighty shaft between my legs, he fucked me without penetration this time and excitedly shot his load.
        “Next time,” he declared as he chewed gently on my shoulder, “we’ll have to explore you’re fucking my ass. I’ve used dildos before but never the real thing.”
        He continued nibbling on the side of my neck and gently blew into my ear.
        “Next time,” I informed him, “I’ll teach you all about that.” At least that was one thing I had experienced with Cheryl that did give me pleasure even while she complained it was unnatural.  Cheryl, I was discovering, was unnatural… for me, at least.
        We were almost back to sleep as he pulled the shade down, but I had one more question.
        “Ben…”
        “Yeah, TJ.”
        “Am I a fuckin’ queer now? I hope so.”

                                       **
        Late Sunday afternoon Ben drove me back to Cheryl’s condo. She was still there and I went in alone to get my things. I was at peace with her. I no longer felt any animosity towards her. In fact I felt nothing for her. There was no more hatred for her or for myself.
        “Well, did you finally come to your senses?” she started, not knowing of my brush with death. “Or have you been shacked up with those two queers all weekend?”
        I was pleasant and smiled. Almost with a fatherly understanding of an irate daughter. That threw her. She had anticipated my retort and was well prepared to blast back at me with every recrimination she could muster. I usually flew into a shouting match with her, screaming and defending my virtue or honor or whatever it was that had me on the defense at that particular time with her.
        This time I felt relief. Strangely, I felt sorry for her and for the next guy she’d hook up with. Maybe he’d be a real straight guy who would put it to her as rough as she had done to me. For me, I’d found what I wanted.
        “Yes, I have come to my senses,” I said quietly, almost softly, “and no I did not spend any time this weekend with Ric or Steve or even Jerry or Bob. I had the good fortune of meeting a really special person and fell in love, real love, something you wouldn’t understand.”
        She continued to shout back at me, not really listening to what I said, like all the times before. 
        “Wait…” she screeched. “There was no way you could have found a girl that quick, let alone fall in love. Love is beyond you.” She continued berating me, expressing her usual thoughts on my manliness.
        But I had the best of the situation, and I had the best of her for the first time. It was worth near freezing to death to have found what I did. When I finished packing my suitcase, I stepped to the door, waiting for her to calm down.
        “Just where the hell do you think you’re going now? I’m not packed yet.”
        I waited. She finally stood silently.
        I stood there for several seconds looking at her with my hand on the doorknob, smiling, waiting with a patience she never dreamed I possessed.
        Cheryl stopped short as she was about to go on ripping me up one side and down the other. It finally dawned on her that I was not ranting and yelling, or screaming back at her.
        “I want to thank you,” I spoke slowly, almost serenely, “really, for making it possible for me to break away and find a true love.”
        As a first for her, she stopped yelling. I opened the door and we were both surprised to see Ben standing outside smiling.
        “Cheryl,” I turned back to her and calmly spoke, “I want you to meet my lover. This is Ben… see you around sometime.”
        I clicked the door closed softly behind me while she remained motionless, her mouth drooped open… speechless — a definite first for her.
        Ben took my hand as we walked to his van. He didn’t have an expensive condo at an expensive ski resort like she had held over me for so long. It was far better than that, he was simply Ben. I loved him. Best of all, with Ben I could finally be myself.

                                                THE END
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