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when I look for the wireless network the Gateway laptop sees it and it is with all bars full
When I try to connect it sais Cannot find server
Both computers have:
Default Gateway - 192.168.1.1
DNS Server - 192.168.1.1
The laptop connecting to the wireless netwek has
IP Address - 192.168.1.4
The laptop connecting to the internet only trough a hard wire has:
IP Address - 192.168.1.6
I don't know; How do I found out what version it is?
Is there any posibility to try to work it without you taking control?
When I try to do an automatic repair of the network connection I get the folloing answer:
Windows could not finish repairing the problem because cannot compete the following action: Renewing your IP Address
It is Version 5.1
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Workaround for CD BOOT ERROR CODE 5
Hi everyone!
For all of you having the error code 5 trying to boot from the DVD, this appears to be an incompatibility of the DVD boot image with some old (not so old sometimes) BIOS.
I have tested the following:
- Burning the ISO image with several burning programs (Nero 7, CDBurnXP, Alcohol 120%)
- Burning in different machines/DVD writers
- Burning at different speeds
The workaround I found consists on using a boot manager to "load" a smarter program to emulate BIOS functions, once the program runs, it can load any other bootable media.
The steps to follow are described here:
Hope this helps people to try this great version of Windows 7. As far as I tested it, this is the greatest version of Windows I have used after Windows XP.
Good luck!
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Ah, but did you try different DVD formats?
Is this an older machine? More specifically, does the machine have an older DVD drive?
On some older DVD drives, DVD-R media can boot fine, but not DVD+R. For others, the reverse is true. Whatever type of media you used; try to use the opposite format.
Hi DarienHawk67!
The media was not the problem for me. It was the same media I used to burn Windows Vista DVD Beta. First a DVD-R and after the first "problem" tried burning a DVD+RW. Both of them are the same media & brand I use in the same computer to test OS software (Windows, Linux, Solaris).
But, consider the case that the DVD media was the culprit... in this case, the method described above would not have worked anyway... and it works!
Great Job to AMD..
I have tried all other suggestions since Mid January and finally someone that understood DVD bootable problems. Win 7 Beta is finally loading as a boot image after using your Floppy method. I would not sugest for the novice but you explained the procedure very well. Thanks again...*****
Roger that. Then if you have used the same brand and format for other OS to include earlier versions of Windows, then you are right—the format is not the issue. Sorry for that suggestion, but I was just trying to cover all bases being that you did not make mention of the other OS installations in the original post.
Good to see that you were able to discover a good workaround for your particular setup.

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Microsoft Excel 2007 with Example
5 Find & Select
5.5 Find & Select :Search Box
This example teaches you how to create your own search box in Excel. If you are in a hurry, simply download the Excel file.
This is what the spreadsheet looks like. If you enter a search query into cell B2, Excel searches through column E and the results appear in column B.
To create this search box, execute the following steps.
1. Select cell D4 and insert the SEARCH function shown below. Create an absolute reference to cell B2.
2. Double click the right corner of cell D4 to quickly copy the function to the other cells.
Explanation: the SEARCH function finds the position of a substring in a string. The SEARCH function is case-insensitive. For Tunisia, string "uni" is found at position 2. For United States, string "uni" is found at position 1. The lower the number, the higher it should be ranked.
3. Both United States and United Kingdom return the value 1. To return unique values, which will help us when we use the RANK function in a moment, slightly adjust the formula in cell D4 as shown below.
4. Again, double click the right corner of cell D4 to quickly copy the formula to the other cells.
Explanation: the ROW function returns the row number of a cell. If we divide the row number by a large number and add it to the result of the SEARCH function, we always have unique values. However, these small increments won't influence the search rankings. United States has a value of 1.00006 now and United Kingdom has a value of 1.00009. We also added the IFERROR function. If a cell contains an error (when a string cannot be found), an empty string ("") is displayed.
5. Select cell C4 and insert the RANK function shown below.
6. Double click the right corner of cell C4 to quickly copy the formula to the other cells.
Explanation: the RANK function returns the rank of a number in a list of numbers. If the third argument is 1, Excel ranks the smallest number first, second smallest number second, etc. Because we added the ROW function, all values in column D are unique. As a result, the ranks in column C are unique too (no ties).
7. We are almost there. We'll use the VLOOKUP function to return the countries found (lowest rank first, second lowest rank second, etc.) Select cell B4 and insert the VLOOKUP function shown below.
8. Double click the right corner of cell B4 to quickly copy the formula to the other cells.
9. Change the text color of the numbers in column A to white and hide columns C and D.
Result. Your own search box in Excel.


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Cape Town, Western Province, South Africa, 2007/12/04 - PIC Solutions, the leading credit risk management company in the Africa and Middle East region, today announced it has attained Gold Certified Partner status in the Microsoft Partner Program.
PIC Solutions, today announced it has attained Gold Certified Partner status in the Microsoft Partner Program with competencies in Data Management as well as ISV/Software Solutions, recognising PIC Solutions expertise and impact in the technology marketplace.
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We are extremely pleased to have attained Gold Certified Partner status in the Microsoft Partner Program. This allows us to clearly promote our expertise and relationship with Microsoft to our customers, said Stephen J. Leonard, Managing Director, PIC Solutions. The benefits provided through our Gold Certified Partner status will allow us to continue to enhance the offerings that we provide for customers.
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Sharing my bed with my friend from uni, I struggle to get to sleep...
* * * * * * *
I got into bed with Marcus, having to push him to one side so that the two of us could fit into the single bed.
"Move over, you dick-munch!" I whispered to him, when it was clear that I'd awoken him.
We might have sex but we're not that big on sweet talk.
"What time is it" he grunted, moving across and making some space for me behind him.
"A bit after one," I replied, climbing in and getting under the duvet with him. "My dad has a tendency to ramble."
"That's what you'll be like in twenty years, mate," he chuckled.
"Not bloody likely."
I snuggled up behind him with my semi nuzzling into his arse. His bum felt nice and firm through the thin material of his shorts and my cock wedged snugly in the warm valley between his round cheeks.
"You don't fancy a quick one, do you mate" I asked him on the off-chance.
"What, an actual fuck" he whispered, no doubt aware of what was poking into him and where it was poking into. "Here, with your dad right next door"
"He'll be fast asleep by now. He's had a bottle of wine and a pretty large whiskey down him since we ate."
I didn't want to tell Marcus that my dad would, in any case, have no problem with hearing the two of us lads having sex in the next room. It seemed a bit weird to just announce out of the blue that, like us, my dad swung both ways. I mean you expect it from young guys our age, with no-one really caring these days who gets off with who, but when it's an older bloke dating a woman while he's screwing just about every guy he meets behind her back, it seems kind of... I dunno... improper, maybe. Double standards, I know, but that's how it feels.
That's why I didn't tell Marcus, anyhow.
"I'll be really quick," I persisted, pushing my cock more firmly against him so he could feel how hard it was getting at the thought of easing itself properly between his muscular cheeks. His hot, sticky tunnel was right there between them; just a quick fumble of our underwear would have me sliding in and out of him.
"If you want," I whispered in his ear, "I'll push my tongue up it to get it nice and wet!"
"I'm actually really tired, Jake. It's not that I don't want to..."
I was going to say, "Come on, mate, you sound just like Ellie", aware of how comparisons with my girlfriend can piss him off ("I'm not your fucking boyfriend, Jake! You can't compare me to her!"). In the end, though, I stopped myself: I could push that joke way too far sometimes.
So I ended up saying, "It's okay, mate. You've had a shit day. I get that."
"I mean, normally I would... you know how horny I usually feel..."
"It's okay - honestly. As long we have a really good one tomorrow night. The full works. You on me, me on you. Every which way - all the good stuff."
"With your dad in the next room, though" he queried again.
What was the biggie about my dad being in the house I wondered again if I should tell him about my dad's 'gentlemen friends'. But no - it would sound too bizarre. I'd let him find out in his own time; see how things panned out.
"It'll be okay," I reassured him. "He's a very deep sleeper."
"Well, if you're absolutely sure," Marcus said hesitantly.
"Yeah, I am," I asserted, working my fat, pudgy helmet between his cheeks through our underwear. Even if I wasn't getting a fuck tonight, I like to sleep with it poking into him, as if it was sniffing at the hole it so often got to enjoy.
"That's nice," he sighed. "I like it when you do that."
I kissed the back of his neck. "You'll like it even more when it's properly up there. And when I bend over for you to do the same to me."
"Okay... you win," he conceded, making it sound like he was giving in to me far more reluctantly than I knew he really was. "The full works tomorrow night... you've got yourself a date, fella."
"Nice one," I whispered, kissing him again. The back of his neck always smelt so good. Musky and male, but really nice.
"It'll be pretty cool to do it in your old bedroom with all your stuff around from when you were a kid."
I smiled into the skin of his neck with my nose nuzzling into his hair. I hadn't thought about it like that, but I figured he was right. My old Arctic Monkeys poster had never got to witness the delights of a proper butt-fuck, although I had wanked off with my finger up my arse in here more times than I could count since Craig had shown me how. It would be pretty cool for the bedroom I'd had since I was little to see its occupant finally doing the deed with someone - and not the sort of someone it would probably have expected.
I said, "Night then, mate," and then I wrapped my arm more tightly around him and snuggling against his back, hoping I'd be able to nod off like that in spite of the fact my cock was now running a full-on boner.
I thought about the part of my story that I hadn't yet told my dad. How Marcus and I had woken up the morning after we'd first had sex and, once I'd made the two of us some coffee, we'd sat on my bed in our underwear talking about what we'd done.
I'd expected it to be difficult - I'd worried, actually, that we might part from what had happened and end up having little else to do with each other - but things turned out far better than I could have hoped.
For a start, we'd ended up having sex a second time. And for a better start, we'd ended up going a lot further together - pretty much as far as it's possible for two guys to go.
Marcus had started the ball rolling by saying, "Look, Jake, whatever happened last night, it doesn't mean that either of us is gay."
I'd laughed at that. "I know that, mate! I'm not a total fucking div!"
He'd looked surprised by my reaction; a bit hurt, even. He went on, "It's just... you know... when two guys get sexual together, it's the obvious supposition that at least one of them might make."
I knew he was saying that because of the way I'd been so freaked out after we'd both cum. I'd had a sudden shot of self-reproach - a feeling that what we'd just done had been totally and irreparably wrong - but it hadn't lasted that long and, after lying awake mulling things over for an hour or so after we'd gone to bed, I'd actually ended up having a better night's sleep than I'd expected.
"I'm in love with Ellie," I told him, and then, thinking that was maybe too strong, corrected myself to, "Or at least I like her a lot. I fancy girls, not boys - that's the point I'm making."
"Me too," he agreed. "But the point I'm making is that we had sex last night."
"We didn't have actual sex," I refuted.
"We had our fingers up each other's butts and we rubbed our dicks together. We spunked up over each other. I'd pretty much call that having sex, mate."
"Well, okay then, so we had sex," I conceded, suddenly realising that it didn't really matter to me.
It was as if all the mixed-up thinking I'd that had troubled me before I'd slept had suddenly resolved itself into a clear and coherent acceptance of what we'd done. I knew in at that moment how I wanted to play this: that what had happened was, pretty much, just boys being boys.
"We were both horny," I went on, "and we found that we enjoyed doing stuff together that we might not have expected to. It doesn't mean we want to get married or anything - we were just two lads with hard-ons helping each other out!"
Marcus stared at me glumly and had gradually nodded. "If you're sure it's that easy, Jake."
"Of course it is, mate. It's the only way. I mean, we're not gonna end up as, like, 'boyfriends' or anything just because we screwed around with each other."
"I agree with you - of course I do," he said. "I was just trying to play it carefully. I just thought... you know... after the way you were last night, you'd be all, like, 'What the fuck did we do' and stuff."
I chortled. "You should know me better than that, mate!"
I liked the way his dick looked in the orange boxer trunks he was wearing from the previous day. The way he was sitting, with his legs open, gave him a cute little bulge in the front of the shorts: not like my cock which always makes an obscene, gratuitous mound no matter how shrivelled and limp it is.
"Okay," he said, still looking far too serious. Now that it was morning, he was clearly a lot more troubled about this than he had been last night. "So where do we go from here"
"Where do we go from here" I laughed. "You make it sound like something momentous has happened!"
"It's not every day two guys - two straight guys - end up doing the stuff we did," he insisted.
"Come on, Marcus - it was basically a wank! That's all it boils down to. We did that before with no deep and meaningful discussions afterwards. What's so different this time"
"Well, I dunno... let me think... perhaps the fact that we had our faces in each other's butts. And our fingers inside each other as well. And," he shuddered at the memory, "the way we were kissing as well. We were kissing when we came, Jake - that makes it pretty different from just two dudes having a wank together, doesn't it"
I laughed again: it was funny how, to him, it seemed that kissing was the most scandalous thing we'd got up to.
He scowled at me for laughing: he was a lot more upset about this than he was trying to let on.
I made my face more serious and restated my case. "But the point remains, Marcus, we were just using each other for relief when we were horny. No strings attached. What's the biggie, mate"
"Well, I suppose it's not a big deal. I just worried that you might -"
"Stop trying to pin whatever you're feeling on me, Marcus! We dicked around together and that's all it was. We're not going to date each other - I don't want... I dunno... candlelit suppers with you or any shit like that. We're just close enough mates to give each other a bit of help when we're both feeling boned-up."
For a brief second, I'd wanted to tell him about my dad. To explain to him how he'd gone from dating the occasional godawful woman to having much more regular sex with like-minded men. Men who, like Marcus and me, found themselves getting horny more often than the women in their lives could handle.
A moment's reflection told me that it was wrong to draw my dad into things, though. This wasn't about him and I didn't want Marcus to think I was using what my dad had been through to explain how I had behaved the previous night. I mean, I didn't need to justify myself by pulling in my dad's sexuality.
"Okay," Marcus agreed with a nod. "Yeah, I suppose I'm okay with that."
His cock and balls really did look cute in his orange shorts. Not too big but not too small. Making a nice package but not totally in-your-face, if you know what I mean.
I glanced further down, underneath his balls, where the material of his shorts disappeared between his legs and into his butt-crack. It had been such a turn-on to have my nose sniffing at the material back there last night. I could feel my cock fattening up a little from just the memory of how hot and raunchy it had smelt between his cheeks.
"What about the kissing, though" he asked. "That was kind of... intense..."
I smiled at him, picking my coffee to take a swig of it. I'd pretty much forgotten I'd made it. "We got carried away, mate," I reassured him. "Put it down to that."
He nodded and picked up his own mug which he must have similarly forgotten about.
"Kissing's pretty serious, though," he persisted, taking a sip from his drink and pursing his lips with pain. I'd made it way too hot. It's always difficult to get it right when it's black coffee.
"It doesn't have to be," I countered and, as we drank our coffees, I told him about something that had happened to me about six months earlier back at home.
Me and a few mates had been out in town at a nightclub which was like the big wide world at the time but now seemed tiny and quaint compared to those I was more used to in Leeds.
This joke had started up - and I honestly don't remember exactly how - that me and mate Dan were there as a gay couple. We were all sitting round in a sort of semi-circular booth, four of us lads and a couple of girls. I think one of the girls might have fancied Dan and he was trying to get her to back off, but I don't really know. It just kind of ended up that the two of us were pretending to be gay together, much to our mates' amusement and to the girls' mock-disgust.
It had started out with us holding hands and getting close to each other in a jokey sort of way.
"There's no way you two are gay," this girl kept saying. "Well, he might be," she added, looking at me, "but you're definitely not."
"I'm fuckin' well gay, me," Dan insisted, in a deep burly voice that made it seem even more funny. "And I'm shaggin' his arse! Every fuckin' night!"
"And I'm shaggin' yours back," I was quick to chip in. I didn't mind us bullshitting around that we were gay, but I didn't want these girls getting the idea that I was his butt-boy or something.
"Okay, if the two of you are gay," the girl said, "prove it by groping each other up."
We'd laughed at that - it was just like joshing around together, the way we often did after football practice.
Dan had fondled me through my jeans and I'd reached across to have a feel of his. I'd enjoyed the look on his face when he'd realised how massive my dick felt inside them: he'd seen it loads of time in the sports centre showers and when I'd stayed around at his house but I guess he'd never really took in what a King Dong schlong I'm packing away.
I found to my surprise, as we felt up each other's pricks, that I really enjoyed it. I told you that, as far as guy stuff goes, I'm definitely a dick-man and groping Dan that night was, I reckon, was the start of my interest in other lads' meat. I liked the feel of my mate's knob through his trousers: it was smaller than mine and kind of tapered off in thickness towards the tip, but the differences made it all the more interesting and I was fascinated by the sensation of touching another lad's most private place.
And, needless to say, I liked the feel of his fingers on mine.
It actually wasn't at all like groping each other after football practice. In the locker rooms, we did it quickly and roughly; just a brief grab of each other's crotches to make the other guys laugh. This was altogether more deliberate and sensual; the two of us caressing rather than just snatching at each other, appreciating the size and shape of each other's dicks rather than lunging in and then pulling our hands away.
Our mates laughed at the sight of Dan and me with our hands fondling each other's crotches. Dan started rubbing back and forth along the ridge of my cock through my jeans in an overtly sexual motion, so I did the same to his. We both grinned across at our mates, opening our legs wider and flaunting our crotches to show off that we were, in effect, wanking each other off.
I made a face like I was cumming and bucked my hips rhythmically into his hand and he laughed and worked his dick firmly against my fingers, the whole time with the ridge of it getting thicker and harder as I jerked it through his trousers.
Mine was getting a bit fatter too: I could feel it steadily growing as Dan's fingers squeezed it and rubbed up and down it.
The lads found it all hilarious but the girls weren't impressed, though. The more assertive one - the one who liked Dan - said she still didn't believe us and that if we really were gay we should prove it by kissing each other.
"And not just a quick peck," she clarified. "I mean, a proper, deep kiss - a Frenchie. Tongues and everything. And doing it like you really mean it."
We'd grinned at each other - this would be even more fun.
We shuffled a little closer together on the seat and moved our faces towards each other. We were both trying not to laugh to make it seem more like we were doing this for real, but it felt so weird and funny to be lunging in to kiss each other that we couldn't help but suppress our giggles.
Our lips touched and I suddenly found it a lot less funny. Dan did too: his face became almost instantly more serious.
We opened our mouths and pressed the tips of our tongues together, the taste of Dan's beer breath hot and moist. He worked his tongue into my mouth, gently teasing mine and flicking it against my teeth and I was like, "What the fuck!" It felt way too good, vying a guy take control and kiss you like you were a girl. It felt so good I could feel my cock growing really quickly now. I was getting a full hard-on with my mate's tongue in my gob!
I didn't tell Marcus this part, of course. I made out like it was just a joke that me and Dan had been having. That guys sometimes kiss for laughs and when they do it means diddly fuck.
Dan had put his hands on my shoulders and angled his face against mine so that he could work his tongue right into my mouth. The girls giggled and the guys laughed uproariously: this really was a proper snog we were rolling out for them. I gave into him, blown away by how good this felt and sensing from his quickening breath that he was too.
My cock was straining in my jeans; fully hard and oozing against my underwear. I wanted him to reach down and grope me again; pull it out and wank me off properly. I'd do the same to him, jerking his stiff dick as he kissed me like I was his girlfriend, and then I'd dip down to suck him off while he worked a finger up my butt.
But we didn't do any of that, of course. We were in the middle of a fucking nightclub for God's sake!
Instead, Dan pulled back and whispered, "This is way too good, mate. I'm gonna have to stop." I looked down and saw the mound of his hard-on poking upwards on one side of his fly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's, like, scarily good."
He glanced at my crotch and saw that I was also bulging, though far more prominently.
The upshot was that the girls were now convinced. Our friends were throwing us odd looks too but fortunately our straining crotches went unnoticed.
"Okay, so maybe kissing's not so serious," Marcus agreed, buying into my somewhat adapted version of the story. "We just had a wank together and we helped each other out as best we could. Like you say, there's nothing more to discuss."
"Exactly," I smiled.
I could have dropped it there - the two of us just getting dressed and going into the kitchen to hang out with the rest of the guys - but I couldn't help but make occasional glances at his shorts. I was curious to see if I could push things a bit further with him and I figured if I didn't make a move now, I might have to wait weeks to get another shot.
So I added, "Except for one thing, though."
"What's that" he asked, his face the model of innocence.
I smiled more broadly. "What else we can do to help each other out in future"
"What do you mean" he asked, taking a drink from his coffee which now seemed to have cooled.
"I assume we're gonna get horny together again," I explained before gulping down some of mine. "I'm just kind of wondering what other things we could do to give each other... you know... a bit of occasional relief..."
I knew I was taking a risk, moving things on so soon after our first hook-up, but it seemed like it was the right time to do this. It seemed, at that moment, like it was now or never.
After staring at me uncertainly, he asked by way of clarification, "You wanna do some stuff again"
"Why not" I asked with a nonchalance I didn't really feel. "We've agreed it's not serious, so what's to stop us having some fun again when we're both in the mood"
He kept staring at me and I might have chickened out - pretended like I was only joking and headed the fuck off for a cold shower - if I hadn't have seen the front of his orange boxer briefs twitch a little, as if something inside was stirring at the image that had formed in its owner's mind.
So I held out for his answer, my confidence rising slowly like the front of his shorts.
"Nothing... I guess," he said hesitantly. "But... er... how often were you thinking What sort of timescale are we talking about"
"I'm always up for a bit of fun," I replied. "It would be nice to have someone around who's a bit more... you know... co-operative than Ellie. Who doesn't say 'no' all the time... who wants it as much as I do."
"I guess the same goes for me too," he nodded. The bulge in his underwear was growing steadily bigger. Mine was too, come to that.
"So what else do you think we could offer each other" I asked him again.
I was thinking of his butt: I fully admit that. After what we'd done the night before, I really wanted a fuck: I'll admit that too. I liked the look of his cock in his boxers, but at that particular moment I liked the thought of what was lurking further back a whole lot more.
The sight of the material underneath his balls disappearing between his legs was getting me horny and I wanted to make use of the little hole he was hiding there properly this time. I mean, it had tasted nice enough when I'd rimmed him on my bed, but I was sure it would feel a damn sight better when he had its puffy pink ring clamped around my cock.
"I dunno," he hesitated. "Whatever it is, I'd have to get the same from you that you got from me. I'd better make that clear from the start, mate - this would have to be a two-way thing."
He was also thinking of butt-fucking: that much was clear. He was telling me that if I wanted to fuck him, I'd have to be prepared to get fucked back. I was up for that - I told you I'd been curious about what it would be like to have a guy root my arse - and I was quite willing for my bum to get poked just as much as his would.
Apart from anything, his cock was quite a bit smaller than mine so it would be a much easier fit.
Did guys always, I wondered, consider such anatomical details when negotiating matters of sex Did conversations like this happen in prisons and on oil rigs and stuff with both guys checking out each other's crotches and wondering how their bits were going to fit together
"So if we did stuff again," I clarified, "but this time I was using a very... er... personal part of your body to help me out, you'd be okay with that as long as you got your own turn afterwards"
"Or before," he said. "Sometimes I'd want first dibs."
Jesus Christ - he made is sound like Scout camp.
"But you'd be okay about taking turns As long as we both got to... well... enjoy ourselves"
"Yeah," he agreed. "What you did last night felt good so what you're suggesting now can't feel too bad either. Like I say, though - as long as I got to take a turn myself."
Yeah, we were talking about fucking. The two of us were sitting here on my bed in our underwear drinking coffee and going through the terms and conditions about how we would butt-fuck each other. And on a regular basis.
Life could be funny sometimes.
I thought I'd cut the crap.
"You feeling horny now" I asked.
He smiled at me. His shorts were giving him away - I needn't really have asked the question.
"Kind of, yeah. What about you"
"I'm always feeling horny, mate. Just because my dick isn't pushing up the front of my shorts like yours is, doesn't mean I'm not ready and willing."
"And you wanna... you know... fuck my arse in exchange for fucking yours That is what we were talking about wasn't it"
I was half-tempted to recoil with horror and claim that he'd totally misunderstood the gist of our conversation. That all the time I'd been talking about releasing our tensions through taking turns to pace each other at the student gym and how on Earth could he even think about us shagging each other!
But it was too important a moment to make that kind of joke. So instead I'd just nodded and said, "Yeah, that was pretty much where we were headed."
We smiled at each other. So it was out in the open: we were going to become the sort of guys who other blokes would joke about. 'Bum chums' me and mates would call lads who we suspected were bending over for each other behind their girlfriends' backs. I preferred to think of Marcus and me as 'fuck-buddies' - I don't know why but it made it sounded less gay.
Not that there was anything wrong with sounding gay. It's just that I didn't think either of us were gay. Instead, we were two mates who weren't too fussy about where we got our kicks. To me that didn't make us gay - just a bit over-sexed.
Eventually Marcus said, "So when you say you're 'ready and willing', do you mean now Do you actually want to... you know... be intimate together... I mean get erotic with each other... right now"
His cock was really poking up inside his boxers by now. Did I already say it looked cute If I did, I've got to say that it looked even cuter when it was fully hard and making a wet patch on his shorts.
"I don't want to piss around, Marcus. If you wanna do stuff with me, I just want you to just come out and say it. This has to be casual for both of us - no emotional stuff, no feeling awkward thinking of how we're gonna phrase stuff with each other or anything. If you wanna fuck, just tell me. We both know why we're doing it, what our reasons are, so let's not dress it up with flowery language and all that shit."
He smiled at me; so broadly that his teeth showed. He had good teeth - nice and white and all fitting together like they should.
He seemed genuinely pleased that I'd said what I'd said. That unlike Annabelle, the girl he'd been seeing on-and-off, he didn't need to think about how he was wording everything up before he said it. If he wanted a fuck, he just had to say it. With another lad, he just needed to tell me he was horny and I'd do what I could to help him out.
"Okay," he said. "I want to fuck your arse, Jake. You can fuck mine too. I don't mind which order we do it in."
I grinned at him and then I laughed.
He laughed too but then he corrected himself: "Actually, since we're being totally honest, I'd prefer to go first. Yes, I want to use your arse before you use mine."
"The trouble with that," I said, "is that you're the one who cums first. You're totally spent and feeling unhorny and then you're having to bend over while I bone you."
"Hmm..." he nodded. "I see what you mean. So you think it's best to go second"
"I dunno," I pretended. "It's not like I'm an expert at this."
Except actually I was. I'd seen my dad take on all comers in every configuration and I'd pretty much figured out what worked and what didn't.
"But if we do it the other way," he said, "the same goes for you too. How do we decide who goes first"
"I think," I started, choosing my words carefully so that he wouldn't realise how much I knew about this kind of stuff. "I think I might have read somewhere that the guy being nailed enjoys it too. I wouldn't know the details, but I think it's to do with the prostate gland or something."
"Oh yeah, that makes sense," he said. Like he had a fucking clue. "Well, I'll bend over for you, as long as you'll bend over for me afterwards."
Lying in my cramped bed at home underneath my Arctic Monkeys poster, Marcus pushed back against me and I grabbed him closer to me as I struggled to get to sleep. His bum felt so nice against my cock. I was still semi-hard and, in spite of the beer I'd drunk, I wasn't able to relax enough to nod off.
I wondered how much Marcus liked having another lad hold him as I did while he slept. When he was drifting off to sleep, he seemed quite happy to have another male hold him like a girlfriend and kissing the back of his neck. But even when he was asleep he seemed content to have me behind him, nuzzling the fat head of my dick into the crack of his arse in the same way that I'd snuggle it between the tops of Ellie's thighs when she was in the same position.
As his breathing became slow and deep and he pulled slightly away from me as if my breath was tickling his neck, I heard a familiar dull thumping coming from my dad's room, betraying to the whole house that he needed some late-night relief.
"Waxing the carrot with a guest in the house, Mr Furlong" I thought with a combination of amusement and disapproval. But then it occurred to me that what I'd suggested to Marcus about how we should end our evening would have been far noisier and way more impolite.
Not that my dad would have minded, of course: he'd have enjoyed hearing the two of us going at it. He'd probably be wanking a lot more energetically at the sounds that my bedsprings would have made with the two of us beating the cheeks with each other.
I wondered about putting on a show for him the following evening: yeah, that would be pretty cool. Really going to town for him with the two of us grunting and gasping; my cock pounding Marcus so hard that my headboard would be hammering against the wall. He'd probably sneak along the corridor and watch us just like I did with him when he had one of his 'friends' to stay over. I'd enjoy performing for him, showing him that I'm not a kid anymore.
Once we'd finished our coffees, the actual getting down to sex with Marcus proved to be way more awkward than I'd expected. Having never had sex with another lad before - well, not proper up-the-arse stuff - I wasn't sure how exactly to go about it.
We'd stripped off - Marcus was full-on horny but I wasn't at all - and talked about how we wanted to do it. It was weird chatting like that with another guy - trying to make it sound casual and ordinary when we were discussing, for real, how we were going to fuck each other's arses.
Marcus wanted to do it on the bed but I thought it would be better if he squatted on my chair. Marcus thought we should use KY jelly but I thought Vaseline might be more effective.
I'd never seen this part of it when I'd sneaked a look-in on my dad. By the time I got to his bedroom door, the party had always been in full swing. I had no idea whether he also had conversations like this, discussing the practicalities of how two male anatomies could be made to fit together.
In the end I got so freaked out by having to try and figure out what the fuck we should do, that there was no way my cock was going to be good for anything. So we decided - well, I accepted - that it was Marcus who was going to get 'first dibs' as he'd put it.
We did it on the bed and we used Vaseline: a kind of compromise, I guess.
It was so painfully awkward, though - having to bend over for him and show him my arse while he knelt behind me and levelled up his dick with the lower part of my crack.
I had no idea what to say - how to make this become more sexy and fun. It just seemed sterile and horrible, as if he was going to carry out some invasive medical procedure like shoving one of those disgusting things up my butt that my dad has to use sometimes after a really heavy session. You know the ones I mean: the ones with little strings on them.
I thought about backing out and telling him that I couldn't bring myself to do it. That maybe we could try again some time when we were both half-spun and it would seem more like the kind of thing drunk lads get up to when they're dicking around, just as it had the previous night.
But I worried that, having come this far, if I welshed on him, he'd take it as a pretty serious rejection. He'd feel as if he'd been the one who'd been so up for it that he'd just about pushed his dick against my butt and I'd been the sensible voice of reason who'd had second thoughts and had ended up telling him no.
Could we stay mates after something like that I didn't know whether we could and I sure as hell didn't want to find out.
So, even though I was starting to think this was one big fucking mistake and that it was probably the most unpleasant sex I was ever going to have, I bent forwards and spread my legs as wide apart as I could, while he lined his oily cock up with where he thought my hole was.
When I felt it slide, warm and wet, between my arse cheeks, something suddenly occurred to me.
"Actually," I said, "I don't wanna break the sexy mood we've got going on here, mate, but I reckon I should probably take a dump before we start."
"Oh yeah," he replied. "I probably should too."
I got up from the bed, pleased for the distraction and pulled my dressing gown on.
"I'll go first," I told him.
He smiled at me, still kneeling on my bed holding his hard-on, like this was all so everyday.
"Do you think this is how sex always starts out for gay guys" he asked with a chuckle. "With the two of them taking craps so that they can take each other's cocks"
"I have no idea, mate," I replied. I thought back to my dad: did he always use the toilet before entertaining his 'evening callers' I wasn't sure - such things would never have occurred to me before this - but I thought not.
Talking of my dad, his rhythm was really picking up. If he was concerned that Marcus might hear him jerking off, he made no attempt to be discreet about what he was doing.
Perhaps he liked the thought of the two of us lying here listening to him. Perhaps it turned him on to think of my blond-haired uni friend hearing him whacking himself off.
I wondered what he was thinking about. I knew I should really be trying to empty my mind, to think of sheep or whatever you're supposed to, to make me nod off, but I couldn't help but speculate on what might be fuelling this particular masturbatory session that my dad was getting so into.
As the two of us had just been talking about sex, and specifically that first night I'd spent messing around with Marcus, it seemed likely that at least some of that imagery would be featuring pretty heavily in his musings.
I wondered if he was thinking of me. Do fathers think about their sons when they're wanking I thought in most cases probably not, but my dad can get pretty freaky sometimes. He pretends he's this boring, square bloke with a lame-ass job who's into wine and classical music, but when you live with him you realise how totally obsessed with sex he is. He seems to constantly be wanking off - God know how many times he does it each day - and the stuff he leaves behind in his internet history would, believe me, make a Scunthorpe slapper blush. And yet he breezes in like he's so prim and proper, telling me off for using the word 'arse' because 'bottom' is more polite.
Once - I kid you not - he was chatting while I was having my tea about some guy he'd met and he mentioned something which, if I hadn't actually heard him say it, I wouldn't have believed that even he was capable of. He was dressing things up the way he always does - talking about "gratifying" another man and being "indulged" by him so he didn't have to swear or sound crude - but the gist of it was how much he'd enjoyed fucking a bloke's arse with the same guy's spunk trickling down the backs of thighs as it leaked out of his own.
There - I've shocked you! I fucking have - admit it!
To be honest, even I had to double-take, with my ravioli on toast poised on my fork in front of my gaping mouth. He just stood there after he'd said it, smiling sweetly and looking like butter wouldn't melt, and I was thinking, "Jesus fucking Christ, I've got my paper two Biology exam tomorrow. I really do not want to get stuck with that image in my head."
Another time, while I'd only been half tuned-in to whatever it was he was going on about - something about "pleasuring a couple of friends" and "the joys to be had in receiving two at once" - he'd said, while he was rooting around in the cupboard for some pasta, "I tell you what, Jake, by the end of it my rear quarters looked like a yawning hippo."
And I'd been like, "What the actual fuck!"
So, to boil it down, yes: he could well be jazzing off thinking of me and what I'd done with Marcus. I wouldn't put anything past the dirty sod these days.
How did that make me feel, I wondered, to have my dad thinking of the stuff I'd done with my friend while his hand was thumping away at the front of his pyjama bottoms
I wasn't sure, to be honest. From the sounds he was making - oh God, I could actually hear him panting - he was obviously enjoying whatever it was he was thinking of. So I guess, in a way, I should be flattered if I happened to feature in the little show that was playing itself out in the seedy theatre inside his head.
I assumed it would be the thoughts of me rimming Marcus or Marcus rimming me that he was finding so pleasant. He had a compulsion about rimming - a sort of one-track focus on it at the exclusion of all the other flavours of sex you could have with guys - and so it was very likely that it was my bum or Marcus' bum that was being licked at this very moment in his pervy brain while his hand did its work.
Back in my student flat, sitting there on the toilet, I thought about what I was going to do with Marcus. I was about to let another lad fuck me: that's what it came down to. I was about to have my arse porked by some guy I'd known for just a couple of months and, worse than that, I was about to do it stone cold sober.
When you think about having sex for the first time as a kid, you imagine doing it on your wedding night in a room full of candles and rose petals and all that shit. You don't think about bending over on your creaky university bed while some posh boy from Surrey grabbed your hips and shoved his lubed-up cock up your arse.
I'd have to get out of this somehow. I'd have to do it cleverly so he'd think it was him who was backing out. Yeah, that was how to do it. Come on, Jake, I thought: work those fucking brain cells, mate. You got yourself into this, now get yourself the fuck out of it.
My dad was pulling his pud faster and faster. There was no way I could get to sleep now: I had to hear him finish before I could even start to relax. I was going to feel like shit in the morning, I knew that much. We were going to some stone circle Marcus had said sounded "interesting" which probably meant standing around in the freezing cold while he pissed about measuring things. This was the drawback of having an archaeology student as your fuck-buddy: plenty of hot sex but the occasional necessary bout of getting cold thrown in too.
Marcus was snoring by now. I wondered if that was another negative of having a male lover. Ellie didn't snore but Marcus was a pain for it.
I thought that my dad was probably thinking of Marcus' butt. He wouldn't be thinking about mine - that would be way too weird. He would be thinking about my tongue, and that was okay, and maybe thinking about Marcus' cock being tugged while I did my thing behind him. But his attention would definitely be centred slap bang on the bullseye of my friend's bum.
I suddenly had a fun thought: what if I left a pair of Marcus' discarded underwear in the bathroom for my dad to find I'd position them behind the door, as if Marcus had accidentally left them there after taking a shower. I could imagine that my dad would probably borrow them for a short while so he could take them to his room and "interact with them" as he would put it.
I thought back to how many times I'd found his friends' underwear in the bathroom after they'd stayed over. Bradley's, Guy's, that bloke Deshi's who he used to hook up with. Every time one of them had stayed over their dirty briefs or boxers would be lying in the bathroom the next morning.
Perhaps he'd been doing for me what I'd just considered doing for him: giving me a little sniff of what I'd missed as a sort of consolation prize for the loser in the house. If he had, I hadn't let them go to waste. Especially Bradley's: those had been put to very good use with my bedroom door firmly shut.
Usually I'd use the front - like I told you, I'm very much a dick-man when it comes to guys - and wank off with the smell of another guy's cock and balls over my face. Sometimes, though, if I was in the mood, I'd use the back, and imagine that the rougher smell where the material had rubbed against his hole was being made by my dick fucking him up the butt.
With my dad, though, I had no doubt about which side of Marcus' shorts he'd be more interested in. I'd make sure the back of them were nice and flavoursome and I knew that rimming my mate's arse would be at the forefront of my dad's mind when he had them pressed to his nose and was 'interacting' himself off.
When I'd traipsed back to my room from the toilet, I gave Marcus my dressing gown so he could similarly nip out to prepare his bowels for their imminent invasion. If this was what butt-fucking involved - having to shit every time before you had sex - I couldn't see me getting into it. The awkwardness was bad enough, but having to remember to take a crap every time you felt horny - that seemed way too involved.
"Look, mate," I said, "maybe this isn't such a good time to do this. I mean, you've probably got stuff to do and I know how hungover you get after a heavy night..."
"Naah, I'm free all day, mate," he said, pulling on my dressing gown. "And I feel fine - not even a headache. If you're having second thoughts, though, just say..."
"Me No... I'm well up for it... of course I am!" The state of my dick was saying otherwise, but I didn't want him to think I was backing out.
He smiled at me. "Let's just go for it, then, Jake. I mean, after all the stuff we've said - you know, actually discussing fucking each other - it's gonna get really uncomfortable between us if we don't do the deed."
"I know that... but when we first woke up you were a bit freaked out about it. I don't want to push things too far and too fast for you."
He nodded, tying up the belt to secure the front of my dressing gown. His hard-on made the material rise upwards but he didn't seem to care.
"I was mainly worried how you were feeling, to be honest, Jake. Since then we've laid down the ground rules and it feels okay to be doing stuff together... from what you said earlier, it makes good sense."
I wanted to say something but he put his arm on mine and stopped me. "Look, I'll just pop to the loo, mate, and then we'll get started. You'll feel better once we're doing it. It'll be fun... I promise..."
He left the room and that was when I first wondered if he'd done this before. He'd been to an all-boys' boarding school so it wasn't totally impossible that he'd played around a bit after lights-out. He seemed remarkably calm for someone about to have his first fuck with another guy, and how the hell could he be so sure that it would end up being fun for me too How could he know something like that
I sat down on my bed wondering how I was going to get out of this. What could I say Sudden stomach trouble A phone call from a dying aunt What the fuck was I going to say to make him piss off without feeling too pissed off with me
My dad was spunking up. I could hear his gasps and, perhaps only by suggestion, the splashing of his cum onto his stomach and chest. I wondered what mental picture had brought him to his climax: maybe me with my hairy arse-crack lowering itself down onto Marcus' face, or the thought of the two of us snogging like a couple of love-birds while we fingered each other.
Or perhaps he'd imagined us fucking. Yes, he's a big fan of anal sex so it could well have been that in his mind. He wasn't too bothered about which way around he "partook" as he called it. When I snuck a glance into his room when he had a bloke to stay-over these days, I was just as likely to find him on all-fours readily taking it as I was to find him banging away at an eagerly-splayed arse.
It was bizarre how he'd gone from being pretty much celibate, barring the attentions of his own hand and the occasional nutty woman he'd meet on a dating site, to bringing back men two or three times a week and regularly disappearing off with an overnight bag. Quite often they seem to be random hook-ups - God knows how he met them - but among his callers he has a few recurring faces: men who, like him, might not call themselves gay but nevertheless have a thing for sex with their own gender.
He didn't seem to have anyone in particular who he'd formed a special bond with, the way I had with Marcus. Well, he'd formed a friendship of sorts with the first bloke he'd got together with - the dad of my friend from school called Guy who he'd talked about downstairs - but, other than that, men just seem to come and go for him like ships in the night or whatever the saying is. It's just a sexual thing for him: a way of emptying his bollocks into someone or over someone with nothing more to it than that.
I suppose it's a bit like that for me too, but the difference is that I know or half-know most of the lads I cop off with. At the very least I know of them through a friend of a friend. My dad just brings these strangers home with him - he actually gets their names wrong most of the time - and then the two of them (or three of them) have a few drinks downstairs before retiring to bed to do the deed with me listening in the next room. The next morning we just move right on and the whole thing's quickly forgotten.
When Marcus came back from the loo, he threw my dressing gown on the floor to reveal that he was still rock hard. He can be horny fucker sometimes, but on that particular morning it didn't seem like such a good thing.
He walked over to my desk and picked up my tub of Vaseline. Smearing it on his dick he told me to get on all fours on the bed.
So that's what things had come to, was it Having another lad tell me to bend over so he could butt-fuck me.
There seemed no point in trying any other ways of getting myself out of this. If I started coming up with any more excuses as to why he couldn't screw me, he was going to start getting salty and we'd end up falling out. That really was the last thing I wanted: to lose a good mate for the sake of not letting him do something I'd really wanted myself just twenty minutes ago.
I'd just have to get through this as best as I could. Lie back and think of England or whatever the expression was. Except in my case I'd be bending forwards and biting the pillow while I thought of queen and country.
I got on the bed and got back on all fours, and he climbed onto it behind me, still smearing Vaseline onto his hard-on.
"Come on, mate, it won't be that bad," he said, trying to encourage me. He was kneeling behind me with a cock coated in Vaseline, working out how best to slide it up my butt, and now he was trying to cheer me up. Good strategy, dude.
"You seem really calm, Marcus," I observed. "I'm tense as fuck - about to get shagged up my arse for the first time."
"Years of practice, mate," he chuckled. "When I was at boarding school, I worked my way through every lad in my dorm!"
"What!" I exclaimed, turning around in horror. So he'd been lying, had he I knew it! He'd been boning every butt in the fucking school!
He chuckled at my expression. "Of course I didn't, Jake! This is new for me too... I swear to God. I told you before - it wasn't that sort of school. I'm a total novice, mate... at least in this respect."
Persuaded he was telling the truth, I faced forwards again. "Don't do that to me, Marcus. Not right now... not like this. It's not fucking funny."
"Okay, sorry," he said, and shuffled up behind me.
That was all I needed. As if it wasn't bad enough that I was about to have my arse screwed, he starts clowning around just to make it even worse.
The insertion itself was brief. He pushed his dick into me with one quick lunge - the Vaseline really did its job - and then, with a hand on my hip and the other holding my shoulder, we just stayed like that for a minute, as if we couldn't believe that we were actually joined together: two lads connected cock to bum.
"I'm fucking you, Jake," he whispered down to me. Like I wouldn't have noticed; like I'd be really be that dippy.
But I was too wound up to reply; too wrapped up in the sensations I was getting. It felt weird to have him inside me - to actually have his knob inside my butt - but at the same time there were lots of other feelings going on: electrical impulses firing off from places I hadn't known I had; shivers surging up my spine in way I'd never experienced.
It sounds corny as fuck - I know, I've read other guys' first-time stories - but I suddenly felt totally different. Sexually reborn sounds too religious; sexually re-energised sounds like I'm a Duracel battery. But that's the image I'm trying to convey: suddenly, right out of the blue, I felt like this was some totally new part of me that I hadn't known existed and I could tell that, once we got going, this was going to be cranked-up-to-eleven exciting.
He said, "Are you okay, Jake I can take it out if you like..."
"Just do it," I said, struggling with the sensations that were charging through me, eager to know what else I was going to feel. "Just fuck me, mate. Do it now."
He started easing in and out of me, slowly at first, and I shuddered with every stroke he made.
"If it's really that awful, Jake, just tell me and I'll stop, mate. I don't want to hurt you, dude."
The feel of him inside me was incredible. Every time he slid his cock into me, I had that breath-taking sensation tingling through me. I'd told him about the male prostate gland and I figured that's what must be causing this: his dick must be rubbing against it inside me, making me tremble with excitement.
Was this how a girl felt when she had a guy inside her pussy, I wondered I had no idea, but I could feel that my own cock was responding to the feelings I was getting from my bum. It was getting quickly longer and harder and starting to rise up between my legs.
Marcus paused with his dick buried right up me.
"Are you okay, mate" he asked. "I really don't want to do this if it's hurting you."
"Feel my cock, Marcus," I managed to whisper.
He leant down across my back and groped underneath me, quickly locating my growing hard-on. He laughed at the feel of it, pleased that I was becoming aroused by what he was doing.
"I knew you'd like it, Jake! I knew you'd enjoy it once we got started!"
"How" I gasped. "How did you know that"
A suspicion that he'd done this before was still lurking at the back of my mind.
"You've seen gay stuff on the web, mate," he explained. "You've seen how it works. The guy getting fucked always ends up getting horny for it."
He fondled my cock, squeezing it and gently easing the foreskin back and forth, chuckling against my back at how fast it was growing in his hand. He started fucking me again, more quickly and confidently now, and then surprised me by kissing me between my shoulder blades.
"This feels so nice, Jake," he whispered. "Your arse is so tight... it actually feels better than a minge."
I'd laughed at that. "Is that what you're thinking of it as"
"Weirdly, no. I'm thinking of it as your butt. And I'm enjoying it as that; enjoying the fact that I'm fucking you as another guy and that I'm doing it up your arsehole."
And that's how it always went from then on when we had sex: we wouldn't think of each other as girl-substitutes; we'd have sex as two guys and enjoy each other's cocks and bums for what they were. It seemed a whole lot better that way.
He took his hand off my cock and pushed himself upright behind me. Grabbing my hips again, he started fucking me properly, making firm rapid thrusts and using the whole length of his dick.
It felt amazing to have him slamming in and out of me like that. I writhed underneath him and heard myself gasping in pleasure.
"Oh Jesus!" he called out. "This feels so fucking good!"
I pushed my bum back against him, pumping his cock with the tightness of my ring - wanking him off using my arse muscles. I reached underneath myself and did the same to my own cock, only using my hand and a more conventional technique.
"It's totally unlike sex with a girl," he gasped, shafting me as roughly could and making his bollocks slap against my thighs. "The feel of it... the smell of it... there's no way you could imagine this was straight sex, mate!"
I pushed myself upright so that we were kneeling together, my back against his chest. He grabbed me tightly with both arms and drove even faster in and out of me. Still wanking myself, I met his every thrust with a sharp jab of my butt-cheeks, working against him to maximise the pleasure we were both feeling.
I loved that I could do this to him: use my butt to really crank up the intensity of his fuck. It would never have occurred to me that I could use my arse muscles to jerk off another guy's dick and, even more than that, what an amazing feeling I would get from doing it. Every time he rammed his cock up me, I got this incredible sensation from pushing back against it and squeezing my butt-hole around it; it made jerking my cock feel way, way better than it ever had.
Panting against the back of my neck, he muttered, "Jesus, Jake - I'm gonna fucking cum!"
I bent forwards again to open my arse up for him and he grabbed me by the shoulders for better leverage. His cock hammered in and out of me so hard that the bed started creaking in a way that would make it obvious to the whole flat that the two of us were having sex.
I suddenly wondered if I'd locked the door of my room. If some smart-arse were to open it, the whole flat would see us in this, the gayest of all gay positions. Me on all fours with Marcus upright behind me. And my dick hard and throbbing while his drove relentlessly in and out of my splayed-open butt.
Everyone would know me and Marcus had done it butt-style but as Craig had said, I didn't give a fuck.
He started grunting like a pig and then I felt his hot wetness squirting up inside me. He was shooting his spunk up my butt and it felt surprisingly pleasant.
"Aah!" he called out, between heaving breaths. "Aah, yeah! Jesus, yeah!"
He grabbed more shoulders more firmly and slammed his dick right up inside me, holding it there, buried to the hilt, while he discharged the last remnants of his cum from his balls. I could actually feel it spurting up into my bowels; feel it shooting in surges up my butt.
Considering we'd both spunked up the previous night, his orgasm was incredibly copious. But that became a recurrent feature of our sex: no matter how many times the two of us cum together, we can always manage one more and our balls never fail to deliver yet another bountiful load.
Like mine, his bollocks are good at working over-time, churning out sperms as fast as we can despatch up them up each other's butts.
In my bed at home, lying behind him, all these thoughts of that first morning we did stuff together were making my cock ache. I can remember my first time with a girl - which guy can't - but that first time with another guy never fails to get me horny when I think about it.
My cock strained against his backside. It was going to need me to sort it out before it was going to let me get any sleep.
Especially if I were to keep thinking of what we'd done that morning. After all, as far as I was concerned, the best part was yet to come.
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Jim Hawkins is an avid exerciser, but a pain by his groin put a halt to his workouts.
Jim had a hernia.
Jim Hawkins said, "I don't know what caused mine, maybe my genes, my dad and brother both had hernias."
A hernia is a tear or hole in the wall of the abdomen. The only treatment option is surgery. Standard surgery is done with a four-inch incision. A laparoscopic procedure uses three small incisions, but now one doctor has developed a way to do the surgery through the navel.
James Westervelt, MD, General Surgery, said, "There must be a way that this can be done with a less invasive approach, and that's how I came to start doing it."
Dr. James Westervelt combines an old technology and a new technology. An operating scope is the old technology once used for procedures like tying a woman's tubes.
The new technology is this port which gives the surgeon a clear view. Once inside, a layer of mesh is used to patch the hole, and it's all done through the bellybutton, leaving no visible scar.
Jim Hawkins said, "I wasn't sure how they could get all the equipment through one little hole, but modern science does it."
The biggest change came after the surgery, and Jim knows it firsthand. Fourteen years ago he had traditional hernia surgery on his right side. His left side was recently repaired with the new technique.
Jim Hawkins said, "The overall recovery was much quicker. It was days compared to weeks."
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The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Review by Arkrex
"So much to do, so little time..."
This is my 2nd retrospect review. In the lead up to the much hyped, Twilight Princess, I'm here to spill my thoughts on what I consider to be the greatest Zelda game up until now. While Ocarina of Time (OoT) built a solid foundation, transferring the world of Hyrule and the Legend of Zelda successfully from the 2nd to the 3rd dimension, it was still ultimately just a reinvisioning. The same core ideas were still there and it was clear that inspiration was what made the product bloom so well.
But then along came the "Gaiden" or side-story, just 2 years later. Majora's Mask used the same graphics engine, same 3D mechanics, same models, same sort of gameplay.. kinda. Time was again integral to the proceedings, but it was used in such a unique way, it made the whole gameplay experience so much more enjoyable for me. Time was now NOT on your side. A sense of urgency was implemented as you had to finish dungeons or other initiated tasks ASAP. The whole schedule factor made the world more "real" than ever before. Granted some people dislike the fact that they are not as free to wander around, but it really did give the game more substance than nearly every single action-adventure title that preceded it.
Visuals - 9
Sound & Music - 7
Gameplay - 10
Lasting Power - 10
Replay Value - 9
Difficulty - 8
Side-quests - 10
A Parallel World
The graphics engine is a direct rip from the mega-hit prequel which came out 2 years prior. The use of the N64's expansion pak did allow for more models to be drawn and displayed at a time without a negative hit on the framerate, but the overall esthetics remains unchanged. In contrast to OoT which had an epic feel, the land of Termina here seems much more disjointed, dark and menacing; most highly appropriate given the situation our young hero, Link, finds himself in.
The 4 main dungeons each have their own distinctive style whilst keeping in with the darker tone. The overworld is similar in this way too, with the day/night cycles affecting the nicely done textures displayed throughout. The enemies are imaginatively modelled and display smooth animations as they hunt you down. The larger ones, in particular the boss characters, definitely exude an aura of magnificence.
Everything is displayed in full 3D this time (bar a few sprited background objects) and everything chugs along at a relatively smooth framerate. It may be no Hyrule, but "something evil waits" is the impression you will get, and it is here that the graphic artists and programmers have succeeded in capturing this element. From the murky expanse that the Great Bay offers to the busy district of Clock Town, each environment looks great and best of all, most of them are pretty large too! There are still a few flaws here and there, but use your imagination (easy when you are having much fun!) and it just looks perfectly competent.
Grade 8 Ocarina - Pass with Merit
I'll be perfectly honest here. The music in the Zelda games have never been amazing. There are a few themes (overworld and variations, dark world, Zelda's lullaby) that are memorable, but over so many sequels and duds, the soundtrack variety has been somewhat limited. Majora's mask is not a disappointment for this reason. I did not expect an epic score, especially with the dark, mysterious universe thing going on. The overworld theme, a modified remix from the original classic, sounds clangy, the dungeons are mostly environmental rhythms, and everywhere else sounded absolutely generic if my memory serves me right (and it should).
But, does it matter? All the pieces are appropriate to the explorative nature of the game. The battle themes still are energetic and exciting, and the music that plays as you engage in conversations or carry out side-quests and minigames are still driving. The myriad sound effects are just as goofy and brash as they have always been. 5 years on, I may not recall any perfect tones, but everything works out just right when you play. After all, music is an accompaniment, a device to absorb the gamer; gameplay is what really matters in the end.
If you could turn back time, what would you do differently?
This is the key focus of the game. Just like in the film, Groundhog Day, the days repeat themselves. Over the 3 day period you are free to do whatever you please, but before the 3rd day ends you must literally go back in time to avoid a certain lunar catastrophe. The concept is quite simple, but the execution really allows for a lot, and I mean a heck of a lot of variety.
A schedule system has been built into this mechanic. Nearly every NPC goes about a set routine depending on the time of day. On first play, it is really interesting to see what the everyday folk do this virtual world. You really will be overwhelmed initially; there's just so much going on at once, there's no way you can be everywhere at once... but then you can! There are a truckload of side-quests to experience and each one depends on certain circumstances. You have to be at a certain place, at a certain time, with a certain character present, or with a certain item on you. The variability is astounding (especially for a 20th century video game!) and you will lose track of the many tasks available to you.
To help you organise yourself more, you are given the Bomber's Notebook early on in the game. This helps you track down what promises you have made, what items you have obtained, what things you have accomplished, everything really. This way you can focus on what you really want to achieve in a single 3 day loop. There's a lot of replayability to be had here. It is more fun than you imagine going back and doing things differently to generate different outcomes. With every action there is an equal an opposite reaction (Newton's 3rd law) and this concept applies here in every meaning possible.
With the time limit, some have argued that freedom is limited. I wholly disagree with this. Time does make you have to work harder. But you can slow it down somewhat to make each 3 day cycle last for about 2-3 hours; how much you should be playing at one time anyway! The inevitable disaster is something to make you stop with the dilly-dally in dungeons, but with what I consider to be the grand feature of the design, that is the multitude of side-quests, time is not a negative factor in any way. Being able to go back and stalk certain characters, always knowing what they are gonna do is sweetly satisfying (if only this were a reality :P)
But it's a Zelda game still, right?
Yes it is. Even though there is a massive focus on non-essential questing, there is still the main adventure to go through. This consists of finding an item by means of talking/helping people or searching the land, and then using the said item to help you pave the way to your next destination. The major highlights are again the dungeons. Although there are only 4, a far-cry from all past Zelda's, they are just as challenging and rewarding to get through. You are then met by a boss at the end of each one which you will have to use your wits and skills to defeat. Yep, typical Zelda here.
But with just 4 dungeons, it seems quite short. But don't be fooled, for this new journey will take anywhere from 15-25 hours for the brisk gamer. And that's just getting through the main quest btw. How is this? Even with less main dungeons than I have fingers, there are an assortment of smaller ones. These are generally less taxing to the grey matter and usually more action-packed (thumbs-up here!) And getting to and fro requires certain conditions, such as destroying that large, obstructing rock with dynamite, or finding your lost horse, Epona again. This equates to more overall time OUTSIDE, and I really can't see how this is a bad thing; you are not confined to dank, bland looking corridors too much, so I'm not complaining!
The cast of crazy races returns here again. The gorons, zoras, gerudos are all back with all the others, and there is also a new focus on the dekus too. Their lands do seem a bit unmatched, but this is most likely due to OoT having developed such a cohesive, believable world in the first place. But even with the oddities (such as the reused character models), understanding that this is not Hyrule, but an alternate dimension in trouble, forgives this part. It still looks like a great Zelda game despite the whole new look, which I love.
The Many Faces of Link
There is a brilliant new system with the rewind time mechanic. But the true "gimmick" of Majora's Mask are the many masks themselves. It is an extension from the mini-quest featured in OoT, but now there are 24 masks in total to collect! Each one is also unique in their own way and they no longer are just a simple trading tool; by wearing them, Link gains a whole host of different abilities.
The 3 main masks allow you to transform into a deku scrub, a goron, and a zora. These transformations result in a brand new look with a brand new moveset to compliment. So essentially we have multiple characters to play as! Use of the different transformations will allow you to overcome obstacles you encounter. For example, as a zora your swimming (more like flying-through-water!) is unsurpassed and you can easily navigate any ocean with ease. This adds more strategy of thought when attempting to solve problems (after all it is a problem-based game) and freshens the whole "use that item to unlock the next part" focus that Zelda probably overuses too much.
As for the other masks, there is no physical change, but they are still useful in their own ways. The bunny hood allows you to sprint (good seeing as Link moves slower than a deku in 3D), the great fairy mask helps with locating stray fairies within dungeons, and the postman's cap allows you steal stuff from mail boxes (bad link!) That's just a taste of things, and there's an individual purpose for each and everyone of them which makes collecting them highly satisfying, despite the fact that they are not essential for main game completion. They are helpful and make progression more un-linear and free than ever before.
My Mask vs. The World
OoT has been regarded by many as the greatest game ever made. That's one great achievement. It definitely is in my top 10, but it just doesn't have that spark that Majora has jolted me with.
There's more stuff to do, much more variety, and nary a dull moment. The game is more action-centric, with plenty of events unfolding all around you. The classic Zelda gameplay still exists with the bog-standard dungeons, puzzle-solving, enemies, mini-games and charm. But the whole new take on things - the rewinding time and the functional masks - made for an experience which I really thought was near-perfect. Minor quibbles aside, this is my definitive top 3D action-RPG of all time. But the twilight doth approach...
9.5/10 - So much to do, so little time. Let's do that again!
Reviewer's Rating: 5.0 - Flawless
Originally Posted: 11/13/06
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The primary financial benefits of investing in stocks include earning dividends and capital gains. Before investing in common stock, investors calculate the value of the stock to determine if the market price is a bargain or is overvalued. Several methods exist for calculating common stock value. Investors should understand the methods for stock valuation to determine if a stock is a potentially profitable investment.
Expected Return
An investor purchasing stock must determine the expected return, or discount rate, they desire to earn from the stock. Two assumptions are made when calculating the expected return. The assumptions include the future value of the stock in one year, and the future value of dividends paid by a company. The expected return is calculated by adding dividends paid to capital gain, and dividing the total by the stock price. For example, assume the current price of a stock is $100, the value of the stock is estimated at $110 one year from now, and the expected dividend paid is $5. Therefore, the expected return is 15 percent ($5 + $10/$100).
Dividend Growth
Estimating the dividend growth rate is an important component of calculating common stock value. Investors make assumptions that a company's return on equity and the payout ratio remain constant when estimating the dividend growth rate. The dividend growth rate is calculated by multiplying the plowback ratio to return on equity. The plowback ratio equals one minus the payout ratio, while the payout ratio equals dividends paid divided by earnings per share. The payout ratio equals the percentage of earnings paid out as dividends.
Constant Growth
The constant growth method is generally used for financially sound companies that investors expect to pay dividends perpetually. The formula for the constant growth model is stock price equals dividends divided by the difference of expected return, minus the growth rate. The method is based on assumptions that dividends are expected to grow at a constant rate. To calculate the value of a stock using the constant growth model, investors must calculate the rate of return and estimate the dividend growth rate. For example, if a company expects to pay $3 in dividends for the next period, and dividends grow 5 percent every year after with a discount rate of 10 percent, the value of the stock is $60 ($3/(0.10 - 0.05)).
Discount Cash Flow
The discount cash flow model calculates the present value of a stock by determining its estimated future cash flows. Investors who know, or can estimate, the number of years they plan to hold the stock can use the discount rate to calculate the common stock value. For example, assume the current price of the stock is $100, the dividend growth rate is 6 percent, the discount rate is 8 percent and the investor plans to hold it for 100 years. The first step is to calculate the value of the stock in 100 years, which is $33,930.21 (($100 x (1.06^100)). The next step is to discount the selling price by the discount rate, which equals $15.44 ($33,930.21/$2199.76). Therefore, $84.56 of the stock's value is attributed to the present value of future dividends.
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Two teachers trying to break up a fight between two 10-year-olds at Mauriceville Elementary School in Orange were assaulted by one of the students involved in the altercation, reports the Orange County Sheriff's Office (OCSO).
The Beaumont ISD Student Services Department will begin accepting Campus-to-Campus Transfer Applications at 8 a.m. Wednesday, May 18, in the Central Administration Building Boardroom at 3395 Harrison, Beaumont. Applications will be accepted through 4 p.m. Tuesday, May 3.
A Woodlands High School coach accused of sexual assault of a child was found dead in Sabine Pass on April 14 from an apparently self-inflicted gunshot wound, Port Arthur Police Department Major Raymond Clark told The Examiner.
Deputies with the Orange County Sheriff's Office arrested a Little Cypress-Mauriceville High School student for possession weapons on campus late Wednesday afternoon, Jan. 13, Little Cypress-Mauriceville CISD Community Relations Coordinator Sherry Combs revealed in a news release. The student was also reportedly in possession of alcohol.
Sergeant Rob Flores said Beaumont Police received a 911 call Monday morning about an ill child on a school bus, possibly having a seizure.
The child was transported to Christus Hospital St. Elizabeth where he died. The hospital contacted Beaumont Police and they in turn contacted BISD Police.
Investigators aren't releasing the student's name.
The Orange County Grand Jury has indicted John Phillip Fuller Jr., 28, on one count of Improper Relationship Between Educator and Student and two counts of Sexual Assault, according to a press release from the District Attorney.
Fuller was a teacher/coach at St. Mary Catholic School in Orange. He is charged with having an ongoing sexual relationship with a student who was enrolled at the school.
Bad behavior by two students and one parent resulted in difficulties for an area educator and a bus driver in separate incidents, police in Orange report.
A student reportedly injured a West Orange-Stark Middle School teacher during an altercation at the school on May 8, according to a report from the Orange Police Department (OPD).
Police in Orange responded to a call from Little Cypress Jr. High School Monday afternoon, March 4, in reference to a student's assault of a teacher there.
At approximately 2 p.m., Officer Joshua Dempsey reported he responded to the call and met with the principal of the school, Mitzi Conn. Conn told the officer a student at the campus assaulted another student during a sixth-grade science class. During the altercation, the attacking student reportedly shoved the instructor into her desk.
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Cards announce roster changes
The St. Louis Cardinals announced a number of roster moves prior to this afternoon's series finale against the Cubs.
The team recalled lefty reliever Kevin Siegrist and infielder Pete Kozma from Memphis (AAA) today and optioned lefty pitchers Marco Gonzales, Nick Greenwood and Tyler Lyons to Springfield (AA) following last night's game. The team also announced that right-handed pitchers Michael Wacha (right shoulder) and Jason Motte (lower back) have been assigned to Springfield (AA) on a 30-day injury rehabilitation assignment and they are both scheduled to pitch tonight at Tulsa.
Siegrist appeared in six games for Memphis this month, allowing just one run and three hits in his 6.2 innings pitched while striking out 11. He was 1-3 with a 6.11 ERA in 32 games (28.0 IP) with the Cardinals earlier this season, fanning 33.
Kozma was batting .248 with 8 home runs and 54 RBI in 117 games at Memphis. He has appeared in four games for the Cardinals this season (.333 BA; 1-for-3).
Lyons fanned a career high 8 batters in 4.2 innings of relief in Game 1 of yesterday's double-header, the most by a Cardinals relief pitcher since 1978. Gonzales earned his first Major League win in last night's 13-2 win over Chicago, allowing just one run and three hits in his 6.0 innings of work.


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Drought slows Indiana economy at end of 2012
The U.S. Bureau of Economic Analysis says incomes for Indiana residents were among the slowest-growing in the nation at the end of last year.
The bureau says lower farm incomes because of the worst drought in decades were a big factor in that slow growth that placed Indiana 48th among the 50 states for personal income for the last quarter of 2012. Vigo County Purdue Extension office spokesman Jim Luzar told the Tribune-Star that pork, milk and poultry producers were especially hard hit because of higher feed prices caused by the drought.
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For whatever reason, women's only events have never been very interesting to me but my perception dramatically changed when I recently attended the KB4Girls Women's Clinic at Sherman Island in California the weekend of June 19.
Hosted by Nine Time World Champion Kristin Boese and Pro Rider/co-owner of Kitopia kiteboarding school, Sandy Parker, the weekend clinic, just $30 which directly benefited the Surfrider Foundation, attracted 35 women from up and down the coast of California, New York, Canada and beyond.
Kristin Boese demonstrates how to properly self rescue by using your kite to sail back to safety.
Participants were shuttled upwind to Kitopia's private teaching spot where the girls had ideal 20 knot conditions, sunshine, and the water all to themselves. After an IKO safety beach clinic focusing on self rescue techniques and safety releases, Kristin demonstrated basic tricks just feet from attendees while Sandy explained technique.The girls were then divided into groups based on skill level and moves they wanted to learn or work on, and coaching continued on the water for the remainder of the afternoon. The day ended with a downwinder to the main launch area, followed by a gourmet BBQ prepared by local rider, Leeann Greene. The evening winded down with an entertaining slide show of photos and video from the day from local Bay area photographer Josh Anon along with Slawek Krauzes of Live2Kite.com.
Sunday opened up to blue skies but lack of sustainable wind caused Kristin and Sandy to use the day for on land demonstrations and video coaching. Kristin rigged up a bar under the Marina patio and participants got to work on correct form for rotations. The event concluded with an awards presentation with congratulations going to Michelle Gabriel and Jannicke Stav who both impressed the jury with their big and stylish tricks, as well as Sandra Bostjancic who won the first prize for becoming the most improved rider of the camp by learning unhooked front rolls and unhooked kiteloops. For her progression, Sandra was awarded a brand new "Kristin Boese Pro" board from Best Kiteboarding.
Personally, I was stoked to finally nail my strapless jibes and try my first unhooked raleys. Had I not attended this clinic, I think my jibes would've taken another few months to get but the tips from Kristin, Sandy and Donny (Sandy's brother,co-owner of the school) and flat, uncrowded open water at Sherman provided the perfect platform for me to complete about 90% of my jibes. I know that I never would've tried unhooked raleys had I not been encouraged by the group to push myself out of my comfort zone and try something new.
I also got the chance to try out Kurtis Surf Goggles as lately, my eyes have felt fried after my sessions. These are the first sunglasses that I haven't ripped off my face after 2 minutes on the water as they are super light and flexible, and provide excellent peripheral vision. Best of all, they did not annoy me or interfere with my vision when water splashed on them from my board or when crashing. Owner of Kurtis Goggles Kurtis Shipcott happens to live where I do and generously donated two other pairs of his goggles to giveaway at the clinic. Congratulations to Michelle Gabriel (local Bay area rider who does the best dead girl!) and Jannicke Stav (best picture smile) – no more fried eyes!
I encourage all women to participate in a women's only clinic at least once! I am now looking forward to becoming involved in more women's only event to progress my riding level, share good times with like-minded water girls and maybe make some new friends along the way.
A very special thanks goes to the sponsors and partners of the event: Kitopia, Sherman Island Lake Marina, Boardsports school, Josh Anon, Linda Argila, Leann Greene, Lori Sebastian, Just Kite It, Slawek Krauze, Kurtis Surf Goggles, Clark and Kevin, Bill Tai as well as DaKine, Best Kiteboarding and Kiehl's.
Article submitted by Marina Chang, Publisher of The Kiteboarder Magazine (recent women's clinic convert)
Upcoming KB4girls events:
Fischland, Germany / August 20th – 22nd, 2010
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Hood River, USA / September 4th, 2010
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Lancing, UK / October 8th – 10th, 2010
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Sept. 27-Oct. 3
Oct. 4-10
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Jan 16-23, 2011 (dates/format TBD)