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The Coach
Part One
The night I had my first dinner at Mr. Carson's house, my mother and John Justiss were having a discussion about me and him. Let me introduce you to the cast of characters in my little tale.
I'll start with my mom, or rather with my father. I never knew my old man. He ran off when Mom told him she was pregnant. My surname and my mom's maiden name are the same, so I surmised early on that I am a bastard. My mom, Loretta, nee Baker, has had four husbands since I, Franklin Baker, was born eighteen years ago. John is the latest. You would think I would suffer from separation anxiety, but none of those husbands ever got close to me, or treated me like a son, so I don't miss any of them. John has been different. He has tried to ingratiate himself a little with me. He even started taking me to his gym to build me up a little.
John and I have nothing in common. He's built like a brick shit house and he was a football hero in high school and college. He now owns one of the biggest sporting goods stores in town. Even Sports Authority cancelled plans to open a store at the mall. Nobody can compete with John. Everybody in town is his personal friend.
I, on the other hand, am a complete nerd, skinny and short next to him, five feet, ten inches. If I'm lucky I might grow another inch before I fully mature, but I really believe I've had it in the growth department. John is six feet, two inches, and he towers over me.
I purposely left Mr. Carson for last. You see, he's my coach. Now don't get any silly ideas. He doesn't coach any sports. I'm the lead member of our high school math team, and Mr. Carson is our coach. Fortunately he's not the nerd I am. He was an athlete in college. He works out regularly, and is quite muscular. He's twenty-eight years old, six feet even, brown hair, worn in a crew cut, a well-trimmed beard, and the brightest, straightest teeth I have ever seen. When He smiles, he dazzles me. Mostly I love the smell of him. His after shave lotion, or whatever it is, intoxicates me.
From the day I made the cut two years ago, and he put me on the team, Mr. Carson took me under his wing. It was obvious to me that he treated me differently than the other boys and girls on his team. The difference was subtle, but I was aware of it. For the first time in my life, he made me feel important, and a vital member of a group. He never ignored me, as I was always ignored at home.
We practiced every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. After the practice session, he took the team down to the malt shop for a treat. The tables only sat four people, and Mr. Carson always made sure to sit at my table. He engaged me in conversation, wanting to know about my classes, and how I was doing.
Most people would think that I saw Mr. Carson as a substitute father, but most people would be wrong. You see, I am fully convinced that I am a homosexual, a queer, a pansy, or whatever you want to call me. I see Mr. Carson as a lover. I fantasize making love with him all the time, especially when I jack off. Sometimes I picture him fucking me in the mouth or in the ass, and other times our activities are reversed. I wonder what he would think if he knew that I always have a boner, when I sit with him at our table in the malt shop. I wonder what he would think if he knew that the greatest enigma in my life is conjecturing on the size and appearance of his cock.
In my senior year, on the very occasion of my eighteenth birthday, our team miraculously advanced to the State Champion Match to be held in the state capitol. It gave me the opportunity I had been dreaming of for almost two years. I told Mr. Carson that as captain of the team I knew that everyone was depending on me, and that was making me very nervous and insecure. I asked him if he had any extra time for some private practice sessions with me.
"Absolutely," he said. "Why don't you come around later, and I'll make us dinner. When practice is over, I'll drive you home."
Now I had something else to worry about. Could I keep my hands off him, and remain sane, when we would be alone together in his house? I was extremely excited, and very frightened at the same time.
John and Mom had married over a year earlier, and when he came home that night, he asked where I was. Mom told him that I was having dinner with my coach at his home. Big macho John arched his eyebrows. "No coach of mine ever invited me to his house for dinner. Something doesn't seem right about it."
My mother laughed. "All I know is that the boy has never been happier since he met Mr. Carson. He's actually stopped sulking around all the time. I'd be kidding if I thought it was your influence. I attribute it to his coach."
Then she smiled, sat down next to John, put her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his knee. She put her lips to his ear, and whispered, "Besides, we are all alone in the house."
He scooped her up in his big arms, and ran all the way up the stairs to their bedroom.
When Mr. Carson let me into his house, I immediately felt overdressed. He was wearing, a V-necked tee shirt, jeans that were obscenely tight, and bedroom slippers. I was wearing a dress shirt with a tie, my Sunday-go-to-church blue trousers, socks, and a pair of black loafers.
He said immediately, "Why don't you take off your tie, and open the collar of your shirt Franklin? Make yourself comfortable. Take off your shoes also if you'd like. The carpeting in my apartment is very plush."
I was happy to do so, so I said, "Yes sir, Mr. Carson. By the way, everybody calls me Frank."
"OK, Frank, and when we're alone like this, please call me Dave. We don't have to be so formal with each other outside of school."
Even though I had finally topped out at five feet, ten inches, and had muscled up considerably under John's tutelage, I was still an insecure nerd. When the coach asked me to call him Dave, I became tongue-tied.
"Let's do some practice problems on the kitchen table, and I can prepare dinner at the same time," Dave said as he took my hand and led me into the kitchen. When he took my hand in his I wanted so desperately to kiss him.
By the time dinner was ready, we had knocked off five practice problems with relative ease. "I'm proud of you," Dave said. We cleared the table and Dave set it up for dinner.
We ate dinner in relative silence and then Dave said the strangest thing to me. "You remind me so much of me, when I was a kid, Frank. I had a terrible childhood. Both my parents were alcoholics. I was at my Grandma's more often than not, but she was a hard working widow, who had precious little time for me. It wasn't a happy time for me. Somehow I sense that your home life could be better also. Do you care to talk about it?" As he asked me to open up to him, he took my hand again. It was the warmest, most comforting moment I had ever had in my life up to then.
"You're very perceptive," I answered him. "I've had a difficult childhood. Right now, I'm on my fourth stepfather. The first three ignored me entirely. It was like I didn't exist. John, my current stepfather au jour, has been the best so far. He's trying to help me get by in the world, but I can sense that he would prefer that I wasn't in the picture. Well, I'll be leaving the household soon, so maybe this marriage will last."
Dave squeezed my hand, which he had been holding all through my narrative. "It sounds like you blame yourself for all those failed marriages. None of it was your fault, so give up that falsehood," he tried to reassure me.
He was squeezing my hand so tightly, that I put my other hand on his and we were in a real hand clasp, a very tight one at that. Fire was burning through me, and I became bold.
I wasn't sure how to let Dave know my real feelings for him, so I said very simply and very quietly, "I love you, Dave. I have loved you since the first day we met."
Dave stared at me. I could see the confusion in his face. His eyes were searching my eyes, but he didn't say anything so I continued. "I'm eighteen, Dave. I'm legal. I want to make love to you so badly, my whole body aches."
Dave continued to stare at me, speechless, motionless, and confused. I could feel all the emotions that were running through him. Still he remained silent.
"Please," I said in a meek voice. "I need so badly for someone to love me."
He finally spoke. "What makes you think I'm gay?" He asked his question kindly with a Mona Lisa grin on his lips.
"I didn't think about that at all," I answered. "I just know that I love you. I need to feel your arms around me. I need to feel your lips on mine. I do so need to be loved. If you don't want to make love to me physically, then please just love me in whatever way you can. Please!"
Dave stood up from the table. He was still holding my hand and he pulled me up off my chair. We stood still for a moment, facing each other. He smiled at me, leaned down, and began to kiss me. It was a very chaste kiss, and when he pulled away, I could see that his eyes were teary.
"I love you too," he said. "At first, I could sense that you were hurting, and I felt very fatherly to you, but one day I began to fantasize making love to you, and everything changed. It was very hard for me to resist touching a minor boy, but now I can touch you, and I want to so much."
I started to sob like a baby, and Dave continued. "I didn't know if you were gay, and how you would receive my advances, so I held myself in check. But then I would see how you looked at me, and I realized that you weren't dating any girls, not even the ones on our team. I began to hope that you were indeed gay."
I looked up at him and smiled. "Did you know that if I hadn't met you, I had often contemplated suicide?"
"Oh God," he cried. "I would have died with you."
"Please," I begged, "Make love to me. I don't want to be a virgin anymore, and I want you to make me into a real man."
He led me into his bedroom and stripped off his meager clothing. He stood before me in his nakedness, and allowed me to drink him up with my eyes. He did not disappoint. His cut cock was erect, and eight hefty inches. I guessed I'd find out what it looked like flaccid when "it" was over. I didn't want to contemplate that now. The love making hadn't even begun.
I was roused from my reverie when I heard him say, "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get naked, so I can get to that lovely cock of yours? I've been dreaming about this for a long time."
I undressed rapidly, and now his eyes soaked me up. Although my sessions with my stepfather at the gym had built me up some, I was sort of ashamed at how skinny I was. Fortunately, my torso was all that was skinny about me. I am exceptionally well endowed. I was very hard at this moment in time, and Dave gawked at my nine uncut inches. My rod is not too thin either, but not fat; just right for fucking.
He took my hand and laid me gently down on his bed. I was flat on my back, and instinctively I spread my legs. He lay down on top of me, and I was amazed. He's a big guy, but he felt as light as a feather. He laid his lips on mine, and pushed my lips open with his tongue. I hardly remember anything after that. I was not on this earth, nor was I functioning on all cylinders. The rapture I felt surpassed all emotions I had ever felt in my eighteen years on this planet.
I had rare moments when I was lucid. I remember that Dave moved down my body and started gently tweaking my tits with his teeth. I know I was moaning in deep pleasure, but I never heard myself. I was even aware when he began to suck my innie, trying to pull it out of the hole it had buried itself in. I was aware when he ran his tongue up and down my inner thighs, and bathed each of my toes in his mouth. I was also aware that he never touched my cock or balls.
I left outer space for a moment, when Dave told me to roll over. I got comfortably settled on my stomach, and I felt him kneading my ass cheeks. After a moment or two of deliciously massaging them, he spread them apart, and buried his face in my ass. He began to rim my crack, and made some effort to enter me with his tongue, but he was not successful.
After a short while, he inserted a finger up my hole. I don't know which finger. It was all gooey, and I realized he must have lubricated it, but I was unaware of how or when. He reamed me like he was cleaning out a pipe. It wasn't long after that I believe, that he was reaming me with two or three fingers. From somewhere beyond reality, I heard a voice say, "Fuck me, fuck me, please." It was my voice of course, but it sounded so distant from this bed, even from this room.
I heard a mumbled yes, and felt Dave maneuver his body on top of mine once more. Again, I don't know when he had managed to ready himself. He was running his cock up and down my crack, and I knew it was gooey and he was wearing a condom.
"Fuck me," I begged again, and he started his entry. From all the porn that I had read, I was prepared to scream out in pain, to feel as if my ass was on fire, to imagine a hot poker reaming my ass. I felt none of those things. He entered me so smoothly, so effortlessly, I was totally without pain. When he started to stroke, he began with short, slow jabs, and I felt nothing but extreme pleasure. I was enjoying every second and I screamed out to him, that I loved what he was doing. This encouraged him to give me more. He increased the length and speed of his strokes. I know he tried to delay his orgasm, but he was failing. His balls had been slapping against my buttocks, but now I felt them shrinking until I could no longer feel them at all. His breathing became labored and he was working hard at simply breathing. At last he screamed. I knew it was a scream of pleasure, but it could easily have been mistaken for a screech of pure fear.
His body collapsed over mine and I felt like he had enshrouded me in a cocoon of his own making. He lay still for a long while, and I realized that he was weeping. All the while his cock was still inside of me. I regretted that he had worn protection. I wondered what it felt like to have a man's seed spurt into your bowels.
Eventually he fell out of me, ripping off the condom and throwing it on the floor. I smiled to myself. That was exactly how they did it in the male porn films I had watched. He asked me to turn on to my back.
"I'm going to blow you now he said. You can fuck me next time."
I was elated; there would be a next time. I could only nod, but I managed to ask him if I could taste his cock for just a few strokes. "I've never tasted a man's privates," I informed him. I was still too shy to use more common language.
"Sure you can," he said, and I went down on him. He stopped me after several strokes.
"That's enough. Now I want to get you off with my tongue. Next time you can suck me and fuck me. OK?"
"OK," I repeated.
I was so worked up, that the moment his tongue started to run up and down my shaft, I felt an orgasm coming on. Dave knew it too. He took as much of me into his mouth as he could, and I came down his gullet. He swallowed everything, leaving nothing for me.
We lay quite still for a long time. Then Dave leaned over and kissed me gently. Let's get dressed, and I'll drive you home," he said. "I don't want you to get home too late, and have your parents wondering."
"I'm legal," I reminded him.
"Just the same. Let's do the right thing."
Part Two
I let myself into the house, and found John sitting alone watching TV in the den. I was not surprised that all he was wearing were his boxers. I suspected that he and my mom had a go at it that night since I wasn't home. His boxers were not snapped shut in the crotch and I caught a glimpse of heavy black pubic hair. I looked away quickly.
"How was your dinner?" he asked.
"Great," I answered, "and how was your evening?"
"Fantastic," he grinned, and winked at me. I suppose that was meant to let me know that he had fucked my mom. Didn't he suspect that the information he was trying to convey with that wink, was TMI as far as I was concerned?
"You look pretty happy," he smiled at me. "Did something special happen, that you would like to tell me about?"
I totally panicked. Could John tell that I had fantastic gay sex, and he was trying to get me to admit to it?
"Nothing special," I mumbled.
John lost his smile and put on a serious face. "We're buddies," he announced proudly. "I want you to feel that you can confide anything to me. I swear I won't make any judgments. All I'll try to do is offer some advice if I'm able. You can take the advice or leave it. I won't be offended either way."
"Thanks," I said. "I appreciate that, and I'll take you up on it should the occasion arise."
I started to leave to go to my room, when he said, "Your mother is going to a spa with some lady friends this weekend. Is there something special you'd like to do? They're leaving Friday right after work."
"My high school football team is playing at home Friday night. It's for the regional championship. Would you like to go with me?"
"Super. I'd love to go. The coach is a good friend of mine."
"Great," I said. "I'm pretty sure that Mr. Carson, my math team coach will be at the game. I'll look for him and introduce you two."
"I'd like that," he said.
John wasn't exactly telling the truth. He was sure that Dave would be a wimpy little nerd, and he wasn't looking forward to their meeting. I appreciated that he was being nice for my sake. I realized that he was really trying hard to be a good father to me. For a moment, I almost felt like giving him a good-night hug. What was I thinking of?
We did meet Dave at the game, and the three of us sat together. I could tell that the two athletes liked each other a lot, and I was full of jealousy. How stupid is that? To his credit, Dave acted like I was just another member of his math team, and nothing more.
Our team won, so after the game, the three of us went to a malt shop to celebrate. I met a few of my fellow students there, and some of them recognized Dave. They came over to say hello.
"This takes me back to my high school days," John said wistfully.
"Me too," Dave added. The two men smiled at each other, and I thought the smiles were flirtatious. Maybe I was going mad with my lust for Dave. They certainly couldn't be flirting with each other.
I had a sundae, and the two men had ice cream sodas. John and Dave shook hands cordially as we said our goodbyes.
In the car driving home, John said, "He's very nice. I didn't expect it. I was sure he would be a nerd."
"Like me?" I asked. I couldn't resist it.
"Of course not," John said quickly. He realized his faux pas. "You're not a nerd. I just figured the coach of the math team might possibly be a twerp. I apologize. I was very wrong."
"Proving once again that it's a mistake to make assumptions."
"Right," John laughed. "I'll have to think of some way to make it up to you."
"Like what?" I laughed.
"I don't know. I'll think of something."
We arrived home, and as soon as we were in the house, John locked the door and secured the house for the night. He put on several night lights in the hallways, so we could see our way in case we woke during the night.
We said our goodnights, and turned in. With just the two of us in the house, it was so quiet that I fell asleep quickly and dreamed about fucking Dave. I had to wonder what John was thinking. He didn't have my mother to cuddle up to. His room was right next to mine, and I actually listened for sounds of jerking off. That convinced me I was going mad. Fortunately I fell asleep so quickly, my carnal thoughts were gone.
The next morning was Saturday. No school! Like all teen agers, I slept late. When I did get up, I was once again impressed by how quiet the house was. I wondered if John was sleeping also. He had a big staff at his store and sometimes he didn't go in on weekends. With my mother gone, I thought he might go to work.
I was curious so I looked out into the hallway. His door was ajar so I peeked in to see if he was there. He too was enjoying a sleep-in. I wasn't surprised. He had told me that he wanted to spend the weekend with me, and hopefully we would bond.
He looked so handsome lying there. The bottom part of his body was covered by the bed sheet, but it was obvious to me that he was naked. Damn, I so wanted to see what he had there, and what went into my mother whenever they had sex.
I stood in the hallway transfixed. All of a sudden, I had the greatest desire to suck his cock. That was so wrong on so many different levels, I shook my head to erase the vision, and ran to the bathroom.
I hadn't showered after Dave and I had sex, and I didn't shower last night. I wanted to take a long, and hopefully therapeutic shower. I knew I would probably whack off in the shower, and I got hard immediately.
I was standing in the shower. My eyes were closed, and I was blissfully stroking myself ever so gently, when I heard a noise. I opened my eyes. John was opening the shower door as if to enter. He had a private bathroom so what was this all about?
I immediately checked him out. After all, this was my first chance to find out, and I might never have another. His cock was shorter than mine, but much, much thicker. Poor Mom! He was not cut, and I was not sorry that I wasn't cut either.
I was stunned, but I managed to say, "I'll be out in a minute, John." I realized that he had seen me whacking off, and he knew damn well that I hadn't planned on being out in a minute.
"Don't leave on my account," he smiled at me. It was the same seductive, flirtatious smile he had beamed at Dave. "In fact, I'll join you. It'll be fun. I haven't jerked off with another guy since middle school. You take me back to my youth, Frankie. For that, I thank you."
He stepped into the shower, and closed the door. Immediately he soaped up his cock, and started to stroke. Once again he smiled at me, and I relaxed. We went at it for a minute or so, and he said, "I'll do your back, and then you can do mine."
I was really nervous. I had every reason to believe that my stepfather was straight. I knew I had to control myself, because right now, I wanted to grab him and suck him to glory. He made me turn around and I felt him soaping my back with a wash cloth. I was so scared I lost my erection.
He soaped lower and lower and soon he was soaping my crack, and I began to mewl. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. My erection had returned full force. I was fantasizing that he was Dave.
John leaned up against me and wrapped an arm around my waist. His hard cock was probing my ass. He reached down, took my cock in his hand and started to stroke me. "You're so big," he said. "I really like that."
I half-heartedly tried to pull away, but he held me tight. "What's going on here?" I demanded to know.
"Shh, just follow my lead and we'll have a very fun weekend. Your mother doesn't have to know."
"Wh..Wh..What are you going to do?" I stuttered.
"Just what you and Dave did last night, only we can go slow. We have all day. Without the need to rush, I'll do a much better job."
"How did you know? Did he tell you?"
"Of course not. I saw it in both your eyes. I'm pretty good about those things. I can tell every time your mother cheats on me. In fact, she's probably with a man this weekend. I knew what your mother was when I married her."
"Why don't you leave her?"
"What for? I'm cheating on her with men, and she knows it. It doesn't bother her, as long as I make her happy in bed."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I muttered.
"Besides, he went on, "I would never leave now. I'm in love with you, Frankie, and you are so fucking handy. I also got the hots for Dave last night, and while you were talking to some friends, I invited him to have dinner with us tonight at Reynaldo's Restaurant.
I was so speechless (a first time for me) that I just stared and stared at John. As I did, his face got handsomer and handsomer. I couldn't resist. I stood up on my toes and kissed him. I didn't expect to get so passionate a kiss in return.
Long story short. We fucked each other in the shower. First we tasted our delights, but refrained from cumming. When we were sated, John turned off the water. We dried ourselves, and fell into my bed together.
John wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, "Do you think we bonded this weekend?"
"We sure did," I stated emphatically, "but not as father and son."
Part Three
We met Dave at a great, upscale steak house. John told us that dinner was on him. He didn't think teachers made enough salary. It was obvious to me all during dinner that Dave and John were flirting with each other, and that something would happen between them before my mother returned. In fact, I was so sure of it, that I would bet something would go on between the two of them after my mother got back.
I was insanely jealous. Both men had told me they loved me, yet at dinner they practically ignored me. I grew sullen and quiet, adding nothing to the conversation. When I was at my lowest, Dave excused himself to go to the men's room. I half expected John to follow him so they could check each other out. It didn't happen. Instead John whispered in my ear, "Dave is coming home with us. He's spending the night, and we are going to have a threesome."
I smiled broadly at my stepfather to show him how pleased I was. I went from the pit of despair to heavenly joy. In fact, when Dave returned and sat at the table, he took my hand and squeezed it. I reckoned that he figured that John had told me about our upcoming tryst.
I was so excited, I wanted to rush right home, but my two mentors insisted on dessert. I thought the meal would never end. John drove home by himself, and I went with Dave so he wouldn't get lost. Every time we stopped for a light, we fondled each other. I was glad Dave was driving. I was too excited to have driven home safely.
When we got home, we all stood in the front hall for a few moments, and enjoyed a group hug. John and Dave planted wet kisses on my cheeks, and then began to kiss each other. They were being very passionate, and even though they were including me tonight, I realized I was very jealous.
Finally we separated and ran to the master bedroom. I guess the older men were as excited as I was, because we all undressed rapidly, and just left our clothes on the floor. There was enough room on John's king-sized bed that we easily formed a daisy chain. We sucked each other for a very short while. We kept changing positions. I was enjoying both cocks immensely. They smelled and tasted so different. I decided that the old expression "if you've seen one, you've seen them all" was totally irrelevant.
Finally, it was Dave who separated from us. "Let's give Frankie the honor of being in the middle tonight," he suggested to John.
"Yes, to start with. We have all night. We can keep switching positions like we did before."
John removed some condoms and a tube of lube from his night table. We were all good and hard, so he placed a condom on himself and then he did the honors for Dave and me. I found that what he was doing was incredibly sensual. I guess John wanted to do all the work, because then he began to lube our cocks and asses generously.
Dave lay prone on the bed, and John guided me into him. I slipped right in. Obviously Dave was an old war horse. John mounted me, and worked his way delicately in. At first none of us moved, but finally John kept pumping inside of me, so I started pumping inside of Dave.
I was not a virgin, and the minimal pain I felt was so mixed with pleasure, I almost passed out. Little by little there was no pain at all, and I was moaning with pleasure. I heard Dave whisper to me, "Stop before you cum, Frankie, and we'll switch positions. Let's keep it going as long as possible. Dave figured that he and John could delay their orgasms longer than I could.
We only switched one more time, and I couldn't control myself. John was on the bottom; Dave was middle man, and I was fucking Dave. After I came, we switched again. I was on the bottom; John was in the middle, and Dave mounted both of us. The two mature men took forever to cum, and I didn't mind at all. In fact I was very grateful.
After we all came, we lay holding each other and fondling our cocks. I was in the middle of course. Intermittently one of us would lean over and suck one of the other men's cocks. Finally we fell asleep.
We repeated our glorious love making early the next morning. John made us breakfast; we showered separately, and Dave left us, because we weren't sure what time my mother would get home.
Over the next few weeks, I continued to have sex with both men, together and separately. John gave me a summer job in his store, and more often than not, we went into his private office and locked the door. Sometimes Dave came to the store and joined us. On nights when my folks went out, I went over to Dave's.
At the end of the summer, I went off to college, seven hundred miles away. After my first night away from home, I never had sex with either of them again. I would bet all I have, that the two of them had sex together as often as they could manage. I often wondered what student Dave might be bedding, and if he shared him with John.
As for me, I met Jeff, the love of my life, and my partner for life, the first week of my freshman year. We slept together the first night we dated, and I never slept with another person ever again. I hope my partner has been as faithful as I. If he hasn't been, I'd forgive him anyway. I love him too much to make a scene and risk losing him.
Part Four
(Jeff Karlin)
During the week before I left for college, I was busy packing all my must have things. I had stopped working at John's store a week earlier, and I saw precious little of him. On the evening before my departure, as I was packing one of my suitcases, he came up behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and engulfed my cock, scaring the hell out of me. He started to laugh.
"I've got good news," he whispered in my ear. "Your mom has agreed to let me drive you to the university, and she wants to stay behind. She said she has too many things to attend to. Between you and me, she's glad to have some free time with one of her lovers, or maybe more than one. The school is about five hundred miles away, so I told her I'd stay at a motel overnight, and make the round trip in two days. She was delighted."
He kissed my ear to let me know that he was happy about that also. "We'll have one more night together," he sighed. I twisted my body around and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Promise to make it a night to remember," I requested. "Who knows when our next time together will be?"
"I promise," he murmured, and let me loose. We heard my mother coming up the stairs.
"Aren't you two ready yet?" she asked as she entered my room. "Look at the time. We have reservations in half an hour for Frankie's farewell dinner. Put a move on. You can finish packing after dinner, and then we'll load the van before going to bed."
During the dinner, my mom made two rather lengthy trips to the ladies' room. "I'll bet she's lining up her fuck buddies," John sneered. There was a time I would have been distressed by that remark, but these days, I could care less.
While she was away, John said, "I figure we'll arrive at the university in mid-afternoon. We'll get you settled in your room. Then we'll go over to the motel I made reservations at, and check in there. We can freshen up, maybe even have a quickie, go out to dinner, and then make love all night," he promised.
"I can't wait, but I don't know about an all-night session," I quipped. "Are you sure an old man like you can keep up with me?" John is younger than my mother. At the time he was only thirty-two.
He punched me lightly on the arm. "Listen buddy," he smiled at me. "Your job is to keep up with me." We both started to laugh, and didn't see my mother approaching the table.
"What's so funny?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing. Just some man talk," John explained. She smiled at us, happy in the knowledge that at least one of her husbands had bonded with me. If she only knew.
When we got home, John and I loaded his van. Back in the house, Mom had made cocktails for the three of us. I was shocked. It was the first time she had ever done anything like that, and it was a clear sign that she finally admitted to herself that she had a son who was a grown man, and not a little boy anymore.
"Let's drink to Frank's success," she said, as she raised her glass. She even called me Frank, not Frankie. I did indeed feel all grown up.
We sipped our drinks, lingered awhile, just making small talk, and we went off to bed. John and I were leaving before dawn, so I kissed my mom goodbye, and she made me promise to call home often, and not just for money.
We left the house as quietly as we could so as not to disturb my sleeping mother, or as John put it: "My sleeping beauty." We stopped for breakfast at the first rest station on the turnpike. It was there that John dropped his bomb.
I was happily sopping up the yolk of my sunny side eggs with a piece of toast, when John said, "Frank, I want to thank you again for introducing me to Dave. Since that first night when we three were together, Dave and I have not been with anyone else, except you of course. I don't mind telling you that we have fallen in love. It's the first time for both of us."
He stopped to let that monumental confession sink in, then he continued speaking. Someone had to. I was speechless. "I'm going to divorce your mother as soon as I get back. Dave and I intend to live together, hopefully forever"
"Where does that leave me?" I sobbed, as the gravity of his statement hit me. "I'll lose both of you. I'll never see you again. I couldn't bear that."
John took my hand. "Did you think we would just abandon you, and let you slip away out of our lives? You don't know us very well. Dave and I have discussed you at length, so listen to me.
"Shortly after I married your mother, I was filled with pity for you. I realized that you had never been loved, and I sensed how much you craved it. Little by little, my pity turned to love. I never wanted to lose you. Knowing how tenuous my marriage was, I told your mother that I wanted to adopt you. She was delighted, but she wanted me to do it secretly so we could surprise you. You officially became my son on your seventeenth birthday. We were going to tell you before you went away, but your mother felt I should tell you when we were alone together."
I stared at him in disbelief. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so he continued. "I took the liberty of informing the university that your name had been changed by adoption. You are registered as Franklin Baker Justiss, so remember that. When I ask your mother for a divorce, I'll tell her that I fully intend to see to your education and other needs. It's my duty as your father." He was still holding my hand and smiling at me.
"So see, my precious one, Dave and I will never be out of your life. We'll always be there for you, in whatever way you want us to be."
By now the tears were flowing hard, and I could see people at other tables staring at us. I tried to control myself.
"Dave and I have one wish for you, Son (music to my ears). We want you to be as happy as we are. Our prayer is that you meet Mr. Right and soon. In the meantime, whenever you come home for a visit, our bed is your bed. We love you, Son."
I started to cry worse than ever.
That night in the hotel, we made love slowly, and sensuously. We lusted after each other, but there was more than lust in the bed. There was love also. John never sucked my cock so slowly, so lovingly. He did all he could do to delay my orgasm, and I did the same for him. Later, during the night, we fucked each other hard, the way we both love it, but still, it was with love.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, and slept soundly until the telephone woke us at 6 AM. John had left a wake-up call. We had breakfast in the motel, and John drove me back to the dorm. We kissed goodbye in the car. My parting words were, "I can't wait to see you at Thanksgiving, Dad." When I called John, Dad, it was he who burst out crying.
"Get out of the car, quick," he said before your old man whoops you. He stuffed a wad of money into my hand as I left the car. As soon as he was gone I counted out $500 in different denominations."
When I entered my room I could see that my roomie's bed had been slept in, but he wasn't in the room. I didn't have to wonder long. A few minutes later he returned from the shower. I was so glad to see him. He was an inch shorter than I am, and skinny as a rail. Thanks to my father, I had begun to bulk up, and I was as proud of my body as ever I had been. My roommate had a lot of adolescent acne, and it marred his potentially good looks.
He reached out to shake my hand and introduce himself. As he did so, his towel slipped off, and he was fully exposed to me. He pulled his hand back and tried to retrieve his towel.
"Don't sweat it," I reassured him. We'll probably see each other naked a lot."
"I guess," he said, and extended his hand once again. Of course, all I could do was stare at his three inch uncut cock. I wondered how big it grew. Maybe I'd get to see his morning woodie. I wondered what he would think when he saw my monster.
We gripped each other's hands firmly. "I'm Kenny Ross," he said.
"Frank Baker," I hesitated and added, "Justiss." I hoped he didn't notice the hesitation much.
"Well, if we're throwing middle names around," Kenny said, "my middle name is Fenton. That was my mother's maiden name. It struck him so funny, he broke out laughing. With that laugh, his face lit up, and all my reserves broke down. I liked him a lot.
"Well," I said, "we have that in common. My mother's maiden name was Baker." That got us both laughing like hyenas.
Kenny started to dress as I watched him. We asked each other a lot of questions. He lived in a small neighboring town to mine. He knew Justiss Sporting Goods well, and was impressed when I told him that it was my dad's place. Honestly, I swelled with pride when I told him that. It was all so new to me.
"Do you think you could get me a discount next time I have my tennis rackets re-strung, or buy some tennis equipment?"
"You're a tennis player?" I asked. That was a dumb question. It was obvious.
"Yeah, he said. It's my thing. I'm going to try out for the team. My high school coach, told me I was good enough to go pro, but I want to get an education. I'm pre-law," he said proudly.
"I'm majoring in electrical engineering," I added, trying to sound as proud as he.
"Where were you last night?" he asked. "All your stuff was here, and I kept expecting you to show up."
I lied a little. "My folks wanted to cling to me until the last moment, so they got me a room at their motel. They're on their way home now."
Kenny was fully dressed now. He removed a picture from his wallet. "These are my parents," he said proudly. I couldn't believe what a handsome couple they were. Where did Kenny come from? I had never met my birth father, so I didn't know where I came from either.
"I guess we'll meet our folks on Parents' Day, the first Saturday in October. I already know what your dad looks like, Frank. I've been in his store often."
"Come in over the Thanksgiving holiday, and I'll get you that discount," I said rather smugly. I hadn't meant to be smug, but having a successful father, who loved me, was rather new to me. I was basking in my happiness.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Kenny asked me.
"Yes, I ate with my folks before they left, but I'd like to check out the cafeteria, so I'll have a cup of coffee with you."
Kenny smiled that smile at me, and I knew we were going to be great friends. We started off to the cafeteria, and little did I know that I was about to enter into my destiny.
It was Sunday, and classes were not due to start until the next day. Most of the students had arrived on Friday and Saturday, so consequently the cafeteria was packed. Kenny and I were lucky enough to find a table for six which had three empty seats. We grabbed two of them, and before we even sat down, I heard a voice ask, "Is that seat taken?"
I looked up, and my heart beat quickened. A young god stood before me. He was six feet tall, straight black hair and sky blue eyes. His skin was pale and his blue eyes sparkled. He was athletic and muscular. He was wearing a tank top shirt, and I began to erect. I could smell the soap from his morning shower, which lingered on his body.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked again.
"Yes," I answered. "By you."
He laughed at my feeble attempt at a joke. As soon as he was seated, and his tray was solidly on the table, he held out his hand, first to Kenny and then to me.
"I'm Jeff Karlin," he offered.
"Ken Ross," Kenny said. In the presence of this he-man, Kenny decided to be Ken.
"I'm Frank Ba...Justiss," I said. "Justiss," I repeated proudly.
"Are you both freshmen?" Jeff asked. We both nodded.
"Great. You guys are the first classmates I've met. I didn't get here until midnight last night. What are you guy's majoring in?" We told him and he said, "I'm pre-med. Have you any plans for today?"
Ken and I looked at each other. "Actually we just met a half hour ago," I explained. "We're roommates, and we haven't discussed that yet."
"I was thinking of exploring the campus today, and going into the city this evening to see what it has to offer. Wanna join me.?"
"Sure," we said together.
"Have you checked out the bus schedule yet, especially on Sunday?" Ken asked. I could see that Ken had a more practical mind than I, even though I was the math genius.
"No need," Jeff laughed. "My folks got me an old heap to tool around in. We can ride in air conditioned comfort."
We all laughed, and Jeff and Ken started on their breakfasts, and I started to sip my coffee. It only took a minute into our conversation to realize that even when Jeff spoke to Ken, he was looking at me. I began to wonder impossible things, and I got stiff again under the table.
We were attending a state university, and Jeff lived in a large city about one hundred miles from Ken and me. Looking straight at me, he said, "I'll be driving home for Thanksgiving. I could drop you guys off on my way. All I'd ask is a little help with the gas money.
"I'm in," I blurted out almost before Jeff had finished making the offer.
"Me too," Ken almost whispered.
"What's your dorm number?" Jeff asked. When we told him, he said, "Shit, I'm right next door. I'll knock on your door when I'm ready to go this evening, say about seven."
Promptly at seven, Jeff knocked on our door. "C'mon," he said, and we followed him to the student parking lot. As I left the room, Jeff brushed up against me, and I felt him push something into my pocket. He came awfully close to my cock, and I started to get hard again. I had to will it away.
An old heap indeed. Ken was driving a two year old Thunderbird convertible. This handsome young guy came from money. I quickly claimed the passenger seat, and Ken climbed into the back.
We parked the car in a parking ramp, which I insisted on paying for. We started to walk the streets, and quickly spotted the pubs which were already filled with evening revelers, probably all townies. We chose a likely looking bar and went in. The bar was crowded, and we had to push our way through the milling crowd.
The bar tender was too harried to card us, and we all ordered an alcoholic drink. Jeff told us we could have all we wanted. It was on him, but he would just have this one, because he was driving. We edged away from the bar, but the place was so crowded that the three of us were crushed together.
At first I thought I was imagining it, but then it became more persistent, and I knew for a fact that someone was fondling my cock. The damn thing was growing, and the fondling was feeling better and better. The problem is, I didn't know if it was Ken or Jeff, or possibly a perfect stranger.
"I have to go to the men's room," I announced and started pushing through the crowd. I found a stall, and entered it. I immediately pulled Jeff's note put of my pocket, and read it.
My roomie has the flu. He called to tell me that he won't arrive until next weekend at the earliest. Dump your roommate, and come over to my room tonight. I have big plans for us.
I was in disbelief. Sure, I wanted to spend the night with Jeff, but I thought it was very presumptuous of him to assume that I was gay. I had no idea about him. I really thought that he was straight. I guessed it was he who had fondled me in the crowded bar. I stuffed the note back in my pocket, and left the stall.
Jeff was standing in front of the stall grinning at me.
His eyebrows arched up, as if to ask, "Well?" I just nodded and we grinned at each other. Now he and I were anxious to get back to the dorm, and as soon as we rejoined Ken, Jeff said, "It's too noisy here, and tomorrow is a big day for us, first day of school and all that. I'd like to get back to the dorm." Ken and I agreed that it was a good idea.
As soon as we were in the car and on our way back, I turned to Ken and said, "Ken, Jeff and I are both gay, and we'd like to hook up tonight, so I'll be sleeping in his room. You might as well know about me right up front."
I don't know who was more shocked at my bluntness, Ken or Jeff.
"You're both gay?" Ken stuttered. "Not in a million years would I have guessed it...about either of you. That's kind of cool. Now if I get lucky, I won't be afraid to bring the lucky lady back to our room."
"Anytime," I said graciously.
"You guys can use our room anytime you want, and I'll make myself scarce." Ken was being just as magnanimous. "Mind if I watch, sometime. I've never seen two guys going at it."
Jeff finally found his voice. "I don't mind if you watch," he said. "You can even film it or join in, but aren't you afraid you might want to switch teams?"
"That'll never happen," Ken said decisively. "Anyway, not tonight. Tonight belongs to you two lovebirds."
When we got back to the dorm, I retrieved a few things from my room, and ran next door. By the time I got there, Jeff was already naked, smiling, and striking a provocative pose on his bed. His cock was erect. It was cut and throbbing and at least seven inches of hefty girth. I shut and locked the door, and stripped in record time. I gave Jeff a nanosecond to check me out. His smile broadened.
I jumped into his bed and immediately we were wrapped up in each other's arms. Our cocks rubbed together, and I began to feel an orgasm coming on. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, not with John and not even with Dave.
I pulled away quickly and let my passion subside. Before Jeff could ask me what was wrong, I said, "I felt myself cumming. I didn't want it to happen so fast."
"Yes, yes," he whispered in my ear. "It was happening to me too. Do you think it's some kind of an omen?"
"Yes, I do. Get me off Jeff, and I'll get you off. Something tells me it's going to be the most fantastic thing that ever happened to both of us."
Immediately, Jeff bent over me and took the entire length of my cock into his mouth. I couldn't feel any teeth, only a soft, wet tongue licking all around, and up and down, swirling around my head, and down the shaft, then travelling to my balls. I felt his lips pumping my cock, as his tongue travelled all around it. I couldn't help myself. I screamed loudly as I gushed into his mouth. My prediction was right on the money. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
I lay back panting, as I felt Jeff's body turn and lie on top of me. He seemed weightless to me as he started to kiss me, sharing what precious little of his cum remained in my mouth. I could hardly breathe. He hadn't given me time to catch my breath. We lay that way, wrapped up in each other's arms, fondling, kissing moaning, groaning, professing our love, until finally I could breathe again.
I rolled him off me, and went down on his fat, luscious cock. I got it good and wet, and Jeff was writhing. Before he could object, I jumped up, straddled him, positioned my ass over his cock, and sat down on him. I gave no thought to using protection. I was too obsessed with lust. With so little lubrication, it hurt like hell, so I sat still for a moment, allowing him to process what I had just done to him (for him), and for the pain to pass.
We smiled at each other. I mouthed the words, "I love you," and started to pump. Jeff knew just what to do. He began to thrust up as I came down, and to relax as I went up. I could feel his balls shrinking and hardening below me, and I knew he was near. I pumped faster, and his orgasmic scream was even louder than mine. I remember wondering if Ken could hear us next door. If he did, he never admitted it.
We fell asleep after that, but Jeff woke me at about 4 AM, and begged me to please fuck him. I gladly obliged, but this time Jeff produced some lube from somewhere. I wanted to do something special for Jeff, very special. I made him lie on his stomach. I spread his ass cheeks, and began to rim him. We hadn't showered, and he smelled slightly of shit. I could care less. I loved him so much, I would have eaten shit for him.
He turned over for me and raised his legs. I applied the lube to my cock and his asshole, and entered him with ease. We began our dance of love, and suddenly Jeff let me know that he was cumming. He spurted between us, and his asshole constricted and I came soon thereafter. When my cock fell out, it was covered with shit.
We both laughed and ran to the showers. At that hour there was nobody there, so we washed our ass holes thoroughly, and I washed under my foreskin. We actually rimmed and sucked each other in the shower. We finally went back to get dressed for breakfast. On the way back to Jeff's room, we awakened Ken, and he joined us for breakfast. At breakfast, Ken graciously offered to switch beds with Jeff. We both kissed him right then and there. He looked around and nearly died of embarrassment.
As Parents' Weekend approached, John called and let me know that he and Dave were coming up to visit me. My mother didn't want to come with the two of them here, so she left word that she would wait to see me at Thanksgiving. I had told John that I had met someone, and we were serious about each other. But still, I wondered if my father and his partner expected to sleep with me. I knew in my heart that it would not be possible. I was so in love with Jeff, that for me, he was the only man in the world. I was happy to find out that Dave and John felt the same way about each other. They had met through me, and that somehow made me very happy.
It was with great pride that I introduced Jeff to my father and his partner. He was equally as proud to introduce me to his parents, Dr. and Mrs. Jeffrey Karlin, Sr. His liberal, loving parents, embraced me and took me into their hearts. I had never been so loved by so many people in my life. I didn't know if I could survive such happiness and contentment, after having suffered a childhood of constant neglect.
My happiness was magnified when my mother called to tell me that she was getting married again and moving to Tulsa. She told me that she would pack my personal belongings and leave them with my father. She barely apologized that she would not be home for Thanksgiving. For the rest of our college days, Jeff and I split our holidays between his parents and my two dads.
During summer vacations, we were separated all week but Jeff came over to be with me every weekend. He was working in his father's medical office during the week, and I was working for John, but I had to work on Saturdays and half a day Sunday. Jeff and I spent what time we could together during the weekend.
We knew that there would be separations while Jeff attended medical school, but we were more than positive that all our waiting would be worth it. We looked forward to a lifetime together. Or should I say, "The journey of a lifetime"?
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- 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
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I decided to upgrade my camera from a Canon 50D to a Canon 7D without realising that I would have problems trying to open my raw pictures in CS3.
My goodfriend Dave Albright told me when I asked him that Cs3 does not cover the 7D and that I'll need Cs4 as a minimum to be able to open the raw images or convert them to .dng format.
The alternative looks more favorable, as after forking out for a new camera I don't think I can afford a new editing suite. I wish somewhere they will tell you this before you make the decision to upgrade things :-(.
a.- Does the .dng format destroy the original RAW?.
b.- Do you save to .tif embeding the original file?. I know this will increase the size of the files.
c.- Does anyone knows of a good tutorial on how to use step by step this tool?
d.- Is Elements10 a good (cheaper) alternative to CS4/5.
Thank you very much for your kind reponses/help.


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Do you think it's OK to date an older guy? I'm considering doing that and I want to know the pros and cons of it.
A little about me: I'm 21 and I am tired of a lot of guys my age. They don't seem to want to have anything serious, know how to treat a girl or appreciate you. I don't want to give up dating until I turn 30 so what about dating a guy that's older in his 30s or maybe 40s? Do you think that would be a better option? I'd love to hear from girls who have dated older men, older men and anyone with advice in general..Thanks!
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If you're that tired of dating, maybe you should stop for a while, at least until you can find what you want.
Are you clear on your expectations? If you put it out, far and wide, that you want something serious with a guy who knows how to treat a girl, you're bound to draw your type, since: 1. guys know what you want, and 2. the guys you want, know you're available.
There are tradeoffs when dating older guys. You get experience, and certainty, but you also sometimes get cynicism and bitterness; you have to screen carefully for this.
Also, a guy in his 30s or 40s who is unmarried by choice usually isn't looking for anything serious either, though he may be a more experienced dater, and thus, more pleasant company. Even if he is looking for something serious, he's still going to take his sweet time screening you; only a damaged 30-year old jumps straight into a serious relationship.
My recommendation: Be clear on what you want, and put it out there. Then date men you enjoy, regardless of age.00|00|0


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Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (Mad Cow Disease)
Posted on Sep 29, 2015
Mad cow disease is a neurological disease in which certain abnormal proteins known as prions induce the formation of lesions/plaques in the brain tissue of the infected animal. This disease is as old as 300 years, when it was reported in sheep as 'scrapie'. Other than cows and sheep, this disease can infect cats, deer, and elk as well. However, the bad news is that the infection is not restricted only to animal species. Mad cow disease, in humans, is known as the variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (vCJD), or the new variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (nvCJD), and there is strong evidence that it is contracted by eating beef that came from infected cows.
Causes of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease
The classic Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease was described in the 1920s by German neurologist Hans Gerhard Creutzfeldt and Alfons Maria Jakob, giving the disease its name. Although it is often called the mad cow disease in human beings, this is a wrong association. The
mad cow disease
 which is also known as the bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE), CJD, vCJD, and nvCJD are all types of transmissible spongiform encephalopathy (TSE), which is characterized by spongy appearance of the brain tissue of the infected organisms.
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease
 can occur in three different ways. In over 80% of the cases, it occurs sporadically for no apparent reason. Almost 5% to 10% of the cases of CJD are hereditary, that are passed on as a result of gene mutation. A small percentage of classic CJD is contracted through contamination. Although some researchers dispute the role of the prion, till date, the prion theory is the most widely accepted cause of the TSE. However, greater characterization of this protein is required.
The disease in humans is believed to have been caused by consumption of infected cattle beef, carrying the agent of BSE. Besides the co-relation between the consumption of infected beef products, the fact that healthy cows when fed with tissue infected with BSE agent (prion) also contracted the disease has lent further ground to the theory of the disease being transmitted to human beings through infected bovine tissue.
Although both are forms of TSE, the effects of mad cow disease are different from those of classic CJD. In case of classic CJD,
dementia and neurological degradation
 make an early appearance whereas, the effects of mad cow disease start with psychiatric or behavioural problems like depression and anxiety. As the disease progresses, neurological signs like unsteadiness, difficulty in walking, involuntary, jerky movements appear. Towards the end, an individual loses control over his mental and physical functions completely and dies. BSE has longer illness duration of 13 - 14 months as opposed to 4 - 5 months in the case of classic CJD. The average age of death in case of classic CJD is 68 years, whereas in case of BSE, it is only 28 years.
Diagnosis of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease
Only a brain biopsy, which can be done after the death of an infected individual, can confirm BSE. Unless the clinical symptoms have surfaced, there are no
definitive diagnostic tests
 that can confirm mad cow disease in human beings. However, magnetic resonance scans, tonsillar biopsy, and cerebrospinal fluid tests are some diagnostic tests that healthcare professionals rely on, in case the disease has been suspected in individuals.
There is no cure for this disease. Doctors concentrate on reducing pain and alleviating the symptoms. For preventive measures, WHO recommends strict regulation of meat and meat products from animals that show signs of TSE. The international body also suggests that pharmaceutical industries should avoid making vaccines using materials from animals that can be infected with prions.
Be it the CJD or the mad cow disease, the problem is its unusually long incubation period that makes it difficult to trace the source from which the disease was contracted.
Mad cow disease in humans
 is a relatively new disease and researchers are trying to gain more insight into the cause and ways to prevent the disease.
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Equality Bill To Ban AgeismPosted on: 14 July 2008 by Gareth Hargreaves
New legislation promises to outlaw age discrimination once and for all.
Harriet Harman, Minister for Women and Equality, has announced new measures which will be in the Equality Bill, including a comprehensive ban on age discrimination.
Age discrimination is already banned in the workplace, yet inequality still exists. Two thirds of over-fifties feel that they are turned down for a job because they are too old.
'Framework for a Fairer Future' - the Equality Bill will include powers to ban all unjustified discrimination against older people, such as denying them medical treatment. Things that help older people, such as free bus passes, will still be allowed. Public bodies will also have a new legal duty to eliminate age discrimination and promote equality.
The Equality Bill will will replace nine major pieces of legislation and around 100 other measures, spanning forty years, from the 1970 Equal Pay Act through to the 2005 Disability Discrimination Act.
The Government's plans to make age discrimination illegal are a "massive step forward" according to two leading older people's charities. Responding to the Equality Bill announced on 26th June 2008, Age Concern and Help the Aged are calling on Ministers to ensure equality for older people happens as soon as possible.
"For a long time the Government would not accept that age discrimination was a problem," says Michael Lake, Director General of Help the Aged. "Now it has, and so the timetable for action is absolutely crucial."
"Older people have been waiting for far too long to be treated as equals - and they shouldn't have to wait for these rights any longer. Legislation must be enacted without delay so older people can be on a truly equal footing as soon as possible."
The Government's decision sends a clear signal that ageism should be taken as seriously as any other form of discrimination, according to Age Concern's Director General, Gordon Lishman.
"This legislation will transform the lives of millions of older people by giving them the same opportunities to participate in society as everyone else."
"The Help the Aged 'Just Equal Treatment' campaign called on the Government to make age discrimination illegal and extend the public sector equality duty - which currently requires local authorities to promote equality between people of different race, gender and disability status - to include age so older people's needs are taken into account in public services."
Public authorities already have a duty to consider how their spending decisions, employment practices and service delivery affect people whatever their race, disability or gender.
The Bill will replace this with a new streamlined and strengthened equality duty which will also include age and sexual orientation. This means that public bodies will need to consider how services affect a wide range of different people.
For example a library may provide IT training specifically for older people, or a police authority may provide an emergency mobile phone text service for deaf people.
Introducing a public sector duty in respect of age and outlawing age discrimination in the provision of goods, facilities and services are further important steps towards defeating age discrimination, according to TAEN - The Age and Employment Network. In addition, age changes in the Equality Bill should lead to more jobs.
"It is only just and fair that people should not be arbitrarily denied access to goods, facilities and services simply on the basis of their age," says Chris Ball, Chief Executive of TAEN. "It is right that the same protections already being given under other equality strands will at last be extended to age."
"The good news is that these changes - along with the intention to introduce a public duty in respect of age - should also have important economic benefits as well. Stimulating more demand for goods and services should translate into more jobs in sectors such as travel, tourism, health and social care."
"What is more, a growing public duty should ensure that a good proportion of those jobs should go to older jobseekers as public sector employers themselves, and their suppliers, actively embrace age diverse employment policies and practices."
However TAEN believes the Bill misses an opportunity to end set retirement ages.
"It appears that there is one glaring omission in the Bill's 'age' proposals. That is the failure to scrap the default retirement age. This item, more than any other, would have sent the strongest signal that individuals should be judged on their own merits, abilities and contribution - not the date on their birth certificate. Its inclusion would make the Bill much stronger and more effective in defeating age discrimination."
"We will, therefore, be pushing for an amendment to be added to the Bill as it makes its way through Parliament."
Secretary of State for Work and Pensions James Purnell claims this Bill takes Britain closer to being a country where all people have the opportunity to participate fully in society, and are seen first for what they can contribute, not their age or their disability, for example.
"More and more of us are living longer, and increasingly we have big ambitions for later life. All sections of society need to adapt to these new realities and the public and private sectors will need to take people's needs into account."
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Jewel Roasted Vegetables
READY IN: 1hr 55mins
Recipe by FLKeysJen
This sweet and savory dish is from "The Food You Crave" book by Ellie Krieger. She's the host of the Food Network's "Healthy Appetite" show. You can add or subtract whatever veggies you like or have on hand...in the photos I posted, I added turnips and squash.
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Ingredients Nutrition
- 4 medium beets
- 44.37 ml olive oil
- 680.38 g carrots
- 680.38 g Brussels sprouts
- 8 large garlic cloves, left unpeeled
- 2.46 ml salt, plus more
- salt, to taste
- 1.23 ml fresh ground black pepper, plus more
- fresh ground black pepper, to taste
- 14.79 ml chopped fresh thyme
Directions See How It's Made
- Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.
- Put the beets into a small baking dish and rub them with one tablespoon of the oil. Cover the dish with aluminum foil and roast for 30 minutes.
- White the beets are roasting, peel and cut the carrots into 1-inch-thick rounds, and trim the Brussels sprouts and cut them in half lengthwise. Put the carrots, sprouts and garlic cloves in a large baking dish and toss with the remaining two tablespoons oil. Sprinkle with salt and pepper.
- After the beets have been cooking for 30 minutes, add the large pan of vegetables to the oven separately, and cook everything for one hour more, stirring the vegetable mixture once or twice.
- Remove the beets from the oven and transfer them to a cutting board to cool. Stir the thyme into the carrot and Brussels sprout mixture and let it continue to cook for another 10 minutes while the beets are cooled and cut.
- When the beets are cool enough to handle, after about five minutes, peel, then cut them into 1-inch chunks. Remove the other vegetables from the oven, toss with the beets, season with salt and pepper, and serve.


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Even though we're all at home for a holiday and get to spend every waking moment with each other, we still have been going out for Sunday hikes.
One of our favorite spots is always shaded and usually quite wet. Only in the summer does it dry out, and even at that it often has a few damp spots for the mosquitoes to revel in. This is really good for the frogs, snails, slugs, and other animals that live there I guess, but makes for some nasty bug bites for the humans. In some places it's almost like the set of Jurassic Park with all it's overgrown ferns covering the forest floor, sprouting out of the trees, and the moss covering everything in sight.
When Jake was little he used to run up the trail, and turn around and run back to us. I think he was afraid that a stealthy cougar would snatch him for a quick snack. These days, he's taken to pelting Hubs with pine cones instead. Which really isn't too bad-it's sorta fun, although Jake really can't throw. He has to be two feet in front of Hubs to actually hit the man and even then it's a bit sketchy.
"How many pine cones did you just throw?"
"Only one hit me."
Hubs on the other hand has a wicked arm and if you want to keep pine cones from bouncing off your forehead, you have to watch out.
So while they scared off any trace of wildlife with their antics, I did happen to track down this frog, who I accidentally blinded with my flash.
I tried to get a better picture but it wasn't happy with being the subject of a paparazzi invasion and promptly hopped away muttering something about stupid humans and why couldn't they just let him have a peaceful evening by the pond.
So instead we found something that was much, much slower.
This guy hid out in the shell and refused to come out, even though we promised him fame and fortune.
So then I had to settle for still life that couldn't move on it's own, except by then it was getting dark and Jake's wayward pine cones were smacking me in the head.
We settled back in the car, ignored the pleas for a trip to Starbucks and went home to freshly brewed coffee and chocolate cupcakes. Seriously, how could anyone resist freshly baked chocolate cupcakes?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday Hike: Paparazzi Invasion
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Skylands Juried Art Exhibition - Some of the 12 Award Winners
President Perry Anderson with Treasurer Melinda McCoy-Miller
Marv Kaminsky
Chris Djiuba
Derek Cameron
Denise Sivulich
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Best in Show winner, Ann Smiga Greene, with Perry Anderson and Trevor Hodgson
Skylands 2017 Reception
David Rush Solo Exhibition
The reception for David's exhibit was Saturday April 8.
My Life in Color
David John Rush
David John Rush, well known teacher, graphic designer and color consultant, began his investigations into color psychology while an art student, He continued his research during his professional career, ultimately meeting and joining Hannes Beckmann and Josef Albers, Charles N. Smith and Ben Cunningham. Through this association he was invited to work with Albers during the summer of 1967 in New Haven. He was also invited to the Bauhaus Museum and Archives in 2002.He has had over 100 solo shows and 8 Museum shows. His work is in many private collections throughout the world.
The exhibition included over 30 works some of which were new.
David is featured in a new book, "New Jersey Artists through Time" by Tova Navarra. Published by Font hill Media, the 300-page book celebrates the legacy of New Jersey's prominent artists through the state's 350 years of existence. "
Fine Results at Wendy Stamer's Watercolor Workshop
Guided by Wendy her eleven students had a good time producing some great "Humming Bird" paintings.
Sussex County Arts & Heritage Council Holds Annual Meeting
Members of Sussex County Arts and Heritage Council held their annual meeting on Monday (January 30) evening at the gallery in Spring Street in Newton.
In his address, Council President Perry Anderson, explained the recent changes in the organization. In December, the board of trustees voted to change the Council to an all-volunteer organization, eliminating three paid positions. This was made necessary by net income in 2016 being less than planned.
Perry emphasized that the Council will offer the full program of events planned for 2017, and that the funding of Sussex County arts and history organizations will not be affected by the change. The New Jersey State Council on the Arts and the New Jersey Historical Commission have been briefed on the change and continue to provide their financial support for the Council's work.
Perry paid a tribute to MaryJo Mathias, who resigned as Executive Director in December, with the decision of the Council to become an all-volunteer organization. On behalf of the Board of Trustees he thanked MaryJo for her many contributions to the Council where she also served as Chair of the Art re-grant Committee, and President of the Board of Trustees.
For 2017 the duties of the Executive Director will be shared by the "Office of the President": Melinda McCoy-Miller – Treasurer, JoAnne Scheidt – Vice President & Art Re-grant Committee Chair, Trevor Hodgson – Trustee & Art Committee Chair and Perry Anderson – President.
The Council administers the distribution of New Jersey state funding to art and history nonprofits in Sussex County. (This is the first year that the Council has obtained the History grant). Representatives of the recipient organizations were present to learn what funding they will receive for 2017. JoAnne Scheidt announced the art awards to ten performing groups, and eight community organizations for a total of $38,496. The history grants, totaling $25,400 are awarded to six county historical societies and museums.
In elections for three year terms on the board of trustees, Kathy Pope, Maureen Hanifan and Melinda McCoy-Miller were reelected and Linda Swentzel was elected for her first term.The Council is looking for volunteers, and new board members with expertise in marketing, fund raising, technology and social media. It also continues to seek financial support from the business community.
Funding of the Sussex County Arts & Heritage Council has been made available in part by the NJ State Council on the Arts/Department of State, a Partner Agency of the National Endowment for the Arts, through the State/County Partnership Block Grant Program, as administered by the Sussex County Arts & Heritage Council. Additional funding has been made available in part by the New Jersey Historical Commission through the County History Partnership Program, as administered by the Sussex County Arts & Heritage Council. Partial funding provided by the Sussex County Board of Freeholders.
A Great Start to 2017
A full gallery for "Artists' Choice"
On Saturday January 7, Sussex County Arts and Heritage Council kicked off its 2017 program of art exhibits with its "Artist Choice" members' exhibition at its Spring Street gallery in Newton. Despite the cold weather and threat of snow many of the exhibiting artists and their guests were present at the opening reception to enjoy the new year spirit, the refreshments and the art.
The 77 works by 28 artists present a wide range of media including painting, photography, mixed media, ceramics and sculpture. The various styles include portraits, landscapes, still life and abstract.
The exhibit can be viewed 10am to 5pm Tuesday to Friday and noon to 4pm on Saturdays until the closing on January 26. There is no charge, everyone is welcome.
Photo: Artists Michael Hughes, Amanda Predmore and Ann Greene chat with David Greene and Perry Anderson (Council President) at the opening reception.
Performance at Carnegie Hall
On Monday January 16, 38 members of The Children's Chorus of Sussex County joined musicians from around the world on the legendary stage of Carnegie Hall for the North American premiere of Sir Karl Jenkins "Cantata Memoria".
The Children's Chorus of Sussex County, a non-profit organization, was founded in the fall of 1990 by artistic director Deborah Mello to provide children from northwest New Jersey and northeast Pennsylvania the opportunity to participate in national events like the one at Carnegie Hall and to develop a lifelong interest in performance and musical art forms.
In addition to the performance in New York, the CCSC has also performed at the White House; Prague's Smetana Hall; the Candelaria Church, Rio de Janeiro; and the Vatican.


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|Mbandaka, Kananga, Tshikapa, Gemena, Bandundu, Bumba
|Lingala, Tshiluba, Swahili
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The region that is now Tshuapa was formerly under the control of the government of Zaire, and the source of their power. The region was highly unstable politically speaking, as the population was divided in the south by the Tshiluba-speaking diamond miners of Kasai, and the Lingala-speaking farmers of the northern provinces. The Lingala people had more pull in the government for they formed the majority, and were easily the most powerful ethnic group in the nation with more members of their people running things from the top. This caused contention amongst the people, and led to a number of armed conflicts between the ethnic groups in Zaire over a voice in the government.
One such group belonged to General Kengo Tshisekedi, a Lingala commander in the Zairian Armed Forces. He was concerned with the possible collapse of the government, and a civil war that would end with his loss of political power through the Lingala-controlled military. He used the fears to gain the support of his people, and formed a militia force that would protect the territories of the Lingala people from the threat of attack by the Tshiluba or Kongo people. This army made regular patrols through Lingala territories with the permission of Mobutu, and conducted raids on "enemies of the peace".
Overtime, these paramilitary forces came to respect Tshisekedi and his devotion to the Lingala people, and resulted in many pledging their allegiance to him. This resulted in Tshisekedi believing that he would be much better equipped to handle the ethnic problems in Zaire than Mobutu, and ultimately saw him betray the very who supported his actions in the beginning. The Zairian military was quick to respond, and saw two major military forces fighting over control of the nation. However, the military coming from the United States in the form of money and equipment, saw Tshisekedi's forces pushed back into the Équateur province.
Almost immediately after the forces of Tshisekedi were being pushed back, many Zairian commanders discovered that the rest of the world had been consumed by nuclear fire, and that their support was going to dry up. Many of Zaire's combat units withdrew to Kinshasa, fearing for their lives that Africa may be the next target, and others fleeing for the jungles for safety. Tshisekedi took advantage of the war, and immediately order his troops to begin snatching up land as chaos consumed the nation. Without foreign aid, Zaire's force could not hope to maintain a large military presence throughout the large nation, and gave up many provinces with the hope to protecting the capital from falling to rebel forces.
Over the next four years, Tshisekedi and his men took city after city, town after town, and village after village, forcing them to pay homage to their new "Emperor", Tshisekedi I. With no organized military forces to confront them, Tshisekedi's army swiftly took lands that would have normally fought a good fight. His previous "contributions" to the Lingala people ensured that the northern provinces of Équateur and Orientale were pacified quickly. Kasai-Occidental and Kasai-Oriental were both taken in incredibly bloody wars that saw tens of thousands killed as the poorly-armed and trained militias of the two provinces attempted to mount a defense against Tshisekedi and his army. When they were both taken, Tshisekedi had the wives and daughters of the slain militia fighters given to his men as rewards for their courage, bravery, and ferocity in battle.
Foreign Relations
The Imperial Armed Forces of the Tshapani (Forces Armées de la Impériale du Tshuapani) or the FAIT, are the official military force of Tshuapa. They were established the same day as the empire when Kengo Tshisekedi I declared that his militia forces would form the core of the new military. Professionally trained and equipped over the last three decades, the FAIT has been used to maintain order where ever rebels or thugs may attempt to gain ground. Because of the military's brutal methods and methodical planning for wars, internal stability is rather high. The military consists of 803,057 personnel, divided into the army, navy, and air force, as well as an imperial guard unit tasked with protecting the capital city of Kikwat.
The army is composed of 755,070 troops, 1,615 battle tanks, and 240 artillery pieces, split up amongst the five provinces that make up the empire. Each army is commanded by a Field Marshal, who hand-picked by the Emperor himself from the best generals of his military force. Each of the five regional armies is named after the province they protect: the Army of Bandundu, the Army of Équateur, the Army of Orientale, the Army of Kasai-Occidental, and the Army of Kasai-Oriental. A sixth army known as the Imperial Homeguard is tasked with guarding the city of Kikwat, and consists of a force of 35,000 men. As for the other armies, they vary in size according to the population, size, and importance of each.
The regional armies of Imperial Tshuapa Army: 755,070 personnel
- Imperial Homeguard: 35,000 men, 340 tanks, 40 artillery
- Army of Bandundu: 188,325 men, 438 tanks, 52 artillery
- Army of Équateur: 104,678 men, 360 tanks, 48 artillery
- Army of Orientale: 113,487 men, 275 tanks, 36 artillery
- Army of Kasai-Occidental: 176,440 men, 112 tanks, 35 artillery
- Army of Kasai-Oriental: 137,140 men, 90 tanks, 29 artillery


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Indybay FeatureRelated Categories: East Bay | San Francisco | Immigrant Rights | Police State and Prisons
MARCH TO I.C.E -- Immigration Rights Coalition
On Friday, May 2nd - the day after thousands of Bay Area residents marched for immigrants' rights - immigration agents conducted a large-scale raid at taquerias across San Francisco and the East Bay. Agents arrested about 60 employees at several locations of the El Balazo chain. Some of the workers have been released, but forced to wear electronic ankle bracelets while they await deportation hearings. Others are still imprisoned. Many were interrogated without legal representation.
ICE claims that it targets those involved in criminal activity and doesn't do random enforcement. But most of the Balazo employees had no criminal records. They were arrested for the crime of working to support their families.
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Heard on KPFA news:
May 2, 2008 - The Day after THOUSANDS of workers & immigrants rights activists took to the streets, to demand better treatment of immigrant workers and equal rights for all, the INS [or ICE?] arrested over 60 restaurant workers of a popular chain of restaurants in the North & East Bay...