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Vacation At The Beach

Up until now, I have always been a heterosexual male. Recently, though I have been rethinking my sexuality. The last few relationships with girls have been less than exciting and have ended badly. I am not saying that I am giving up entirely on girls, but I am curious about how I would feel about having sex with another man.

So, to explore my newfound curiosity I decided to go on a vacation to an Island resort in Jamaica by myself. However, before going on this vacation, I needed to spend a few extra hours in the gym to whip my body in shape. After all if I was going to attract any attention, I needed to be as fit and trim as I could possible be.

After a month of extra hard workouts, I decided to book my trip. My travel agent was a nice guy, so when I told him that I wanted to go to a secluded beach resort in Jamaica, he said that he had the perfect place. Once the trip was all set, I went shopping for a new bathing suit since all of mine were sort of old and outdated.

I went to this little shop downtown and started looking around at all of the suits. There were hundreds of those surfer-type suits that hang down to your knees and are covered with every color in the rainbow. I didn’t think that style was going to get the reaction that I was looking for, so I ventured into another section that carried men’s thong bathing suits. I was just about to buy a black one, when I spotted a suit rack with what looked like a bunch of strings hanging from it. I thought “what the hell!” if I was going to go down that road, I might as well go all the way. I picked out a bright pink string bikini that was comprised of a piece of cloth no larger than my hand and some strings attached that tied together to hold it in place.

I was almost ready for my trip. On occasion when I have been on a beach before, I had noticed some guys with small rings hanging from their nipples. It really intrigued me and since I have always had naturally larger than normal nipples, I thought that some day I might want to have my nipples pierced. Well, today was that day. I was just in a mood to do a whole bunch of things differently than I have ever done before. Right near the little shop where I just bought my new “bathing suit” was another little shop advertising tattoos and piercing on its front window. So I walked right into the shop.

There was a rough-looking guy at the front desk with tattoos all over his arms and neck that asked if he could help me. I told him that I was considering having my nipples pierced. He said that he had an opening right now if I was interested. I said absolutely and escorted me into a back room. After picking out some jewelry to adorn my nipples, he asked me to remove my shirt and sit back in what looked like a dentist’s chair.

I know that I was in the mood to try new things, but when the moment had arrived I was a little nervous. He marked the sides of both of my nipples with a black marker after cleaning the area to be pierced with an alcohol swab. He then reached over to his tray and grabbed a long needle. He placed the tip of the needle over one of the black markings on my right nipple and told me to brace myself. With one quick motion he pushed the needle right through my nipple. Boy, that hurt like a bitch. Then without wasting anytime, he picked up the 10 gauge nipple ring that I had chosen and inserted it into the hole in my nipple while pulling the needle all the way through.


Office Indiscretion

This was meant to be a landmark day for me as it is the start of my exit strategy after 12 months of working away from home to bring the department up to standard. The company had an outsourcing contract with a large government department for the IT functions which meant our staff worked onsite under fairly strict security rules. Five interviews today for the two positions as supervisors in the IT Department luckily I was only present to help out Amanda a HR consultant and James who would be taking over my role as department head as soon as his security clearance comes through.

James was about thirty-five average height and build but kept fit going to the gym and playing squash. Amanda was in her early forties and a mother of two, but had a nice curvy figure and a pretty face with striking red hair.

The interviewees were all current employees and I had got to know them quite well over the last year two of them, Emma and Joanne, more intimately in the past week. I had already made my recommendations for the roles but to ensure fair play Amanda and James had not been allowed to see them until all the interviews have been completed and their assessment made.

Emma, Joanne and I had enjoyed each other the previous Friday after a few drinks and light hearted trial interviews. This was a well kept secret as both of the girls were my choices for the roles and Emma had already been accused by another candidate of using her obvious charms to her advantage.

The interviews were to be held in a conference room in the hotel I stay in during the working week as the security rules at the site prevented casual visitors. James was already in the room as he lived locally but we were waiting for Amanda to arrive from London. We had discussed the interviews briefly and he had decided to lead the proceedings and surprisingly wanted to change the running order to allow one particular candidate Rashid to be interviewed first. Although this was not normal all the other candidates were unconcerned. James then asked if we could interview Rashid before Amanda arrived this seemed strange and I said would appear like us preferring Rashid above the others. Before this could turn into a heated discussion Amanda arrived dragging a large suitcase behind her. “That’s a lot of luggage for one night” I said, Amanda replied that the company were negotiating a merger with a smaller company close by and she would be spending the rest of the week in the hotel.

Amanda frowned at the change of running order as she had already prepared her paperwork on the train up from London however she said she would be ready to start after a quick coffee. Rashid’s interview started poorly as he seemed surprised by Amanda’s presence and became nervous when she asked questions about his experience and previous qualifications. However he seemed to relax when questioned by James and his answers were confident almost as though they were rehearsed. As the interview came to an end I received a call on my mobile from the security branch at the office. They needed me to attend site immediately as they had a possible breach of security involving a member of my staff.


Australian Lifeguard Lover

I was lying on a beach in Australia, enjoying the sunshine, when suddenly a lifeguard rushed past me. Even in those brief few seconds that he was in view I couldn’t help but notice that he was incredibly hot.

I turned around to see what had got him in such a hurry and saw him ticking off someone that had trespassed where they should not have. What I saw was an incredibly shapely, full masculine ass underneath that sexy red swimsuit that he wore. Fortunately his swimsuit was not too tight so the material followed the natural curves of his man melons instead of cutting across them. He had a pair of mighty fine legs that were covered in long, silky blondish brown hair.

Having delivered his lecture he turned around and started making his way back to his post. I stole a quick glance and noticed a deliciously full package nestled between his thighs. A trail of dark brown hair led out of his swimsuit and disappeared under the cropped vest that he wore. He had powerful shoulders and a well developed chest and washboard flat stomach. He was just one of the hottest men I had ever seen.

So imagine my surprise when he stopped near me.

‘Sorry about that. I hope I didn’t kick sand in your face as I went by.’ he said.

I was dumb struck and couldn’t think of anything to say so I just smiled at him.

‘It’s a beautiful day for it, isn’t it?’ he said.

A beautiful day for what I wondered. I knew what I would like it to a beautiful day for – covering his sexy body in hungry kisses. But I figured there was no chance of that.

‘It’s a pity you have to work.’ I said.

‘I’ve just finished my shift.’ he replied as he sat down on my towel uninvited, not that I minded.

He was quite easy to talk to but I was extremely self conscious of being naked while he was clothed. Each time he flashed me that brilliant white toothed smile of his I felt my lust rise higher. My heart seemed to be beating faster than normal and I felt my throat and tongue go dry. It had been a long time since I felt so turned on. And then when he slipped a hand up his vest and idly brushed it against his left nipple my cock rose of his own accord.


Frat Boy Suck Off

It was another one of those nights. I was out at one of the local bookstores, trying to cure my hunger for cock, and there seemed to be no good candidates. Let me tell you a little about myself. In all accounts, I’m straight. I love the way that a woman looks, sounds, feels, etc, but, as I am sure there is with many guys my age, I have this constant, seemingly undying desire to give head to men. Sounds stupid right? Well, as I found out from many chat rooms, I am not alone. Anyways, back to the sex…

Just as I was about to give up and drop a few bucks for a quick jerk off session, in he walked. He was about 6’2, sandy blonde hair, very athletic build, kind of like a la Crosse player. I had never seen him here before. He walked in and looked at a few of the “now showing” boxes on the wall and then began to wander the halls. I followed him and stood in the doorway to one of the rooms, signally my desire for some company. Seeing that I had already perused the hallways, unless he was looking for old or fat, I was in like Flynn. I myself am 23, about 5’10”, decent shape with no fat, etc. He walked back towards the room I was in and kind of hesitated at first and then walked in. THANK YOU GOD!!!

As we walked in, I locked the door and then put some money in the machine. I looked at him, and told him to watch what he wanted because I was here to suck some cock. I got on my knees in front of him and just as I was going for his fly he backed away from me and stopped me. I looked up at him and gave him a confused look. That’s when he told me his story.

It seems him and one of his buddies were at there apartment with these two girls and they had been smoking and drinking and the conversation had turned to sex. The guys had wanted to see the girls have sex with each other and the girls had agreed, on one condition. The guys had to give each other blow jobs. They guys, saying that they were straight, said no way, but came up with an idea that satisfied the girls… get another guy to suck them both off. They didn’t mind getting blown by a guy because they could watch the girls, but he said there was no way that they were taking a dick into their mouths. And that brings us to where we are now.

This was an absolute fantasy of mine. Watching two (hopefully) hot college girls make out and go down on each other and getting to suck two hot guys off. What a turn around to my evening. And I thought I was going to have to jerk off alone tonight.

I agreed, but I told him that I would have to check out his cock to see if it was going to be worth the trip. He pulled down his pants, and his cock was like that of his body…perfect. He had lifted his shirt so that it was out of my view and I noticed that on his legs, his cock, his stomach, and his chest….he had no hair. CAN MY NIGHT GET ANY BETTER? Oh yeah, there’s going to be another cock and two hotties, so I guess it will. Anyways, back to his cock. Due to his nervousness, his cock wasn’t hard, but it was easy to imagine what it would be like when it was. He was about 5″ hanging flaccid. No wonder these girls wanted to see this. Yummy. I leaned in to take his cock in my mouth and he stopped me and told me to wait till we get back to his place. TEASE.


Face Shot

Gary and I really haven’t known each other all that long. Actually we met only recently. He had sent me a short note letting me know of his appreciation for my erotic writings. After a few correspondences, we figured we could actually be real life friends. Could there be more?

Gary was kind of tied down to his business. So it was up to me to come up with a way for us to get together. After some back and forth emails, trying this date or that, I finally found an open space in my schedule – and a cheap flight to the airport nearest Gary’s hometown. It was a date, I’d fly out and he would pick me up and plan an evening. Since we had not agreed to sex, this was just going to be a friends night out.

On the appointed day, I made all the phone calls I needed to, scheduled my men for the following work day and left work an hour and a half early to catch my flight. Only a two hour flight, I had a couple of cocktails on the way and entertained myself with my iPod to make the time pass. I could feel myself relaxing more and more as my flight progressed.

My flight arrived on time. I left the plane and headed to the gate. There was Gary holding a sign that just said “Birch”. It almost made me laugh, what had started as a nickname in college had become my erotica “nom de plume” on the internet. I silently wondered if anyone else had caught on.

After a hearty handshake and a couple of backslaps, we were heading to Gary’s car ion the airport’s out lot. Ordinarily, I’d be nervous about a meeting like this. Between the emails we’d had and the in-flight cocktails, I had the feeling this was a new friend who just felt like a friend I’d known forever.

Gary suggested we go to a dinner theater place he was well acquainted with. We could enjoy a good meal, some conversation and a live play as a topper. It sounded like a great evening. We stowed my travel pack and ever present camera bag into his car and off we went.

Once we got to the appointed place, I quickly realized that Gary knew everyone there – and everyone knew and loved Gary. We were both treated like visiting royalty – a gesture I surely appreciated.

We split a bottle of a wine that he had suggested while I dined on a delicate Filet of Sole creation. Gary enjoyed a Shrimp Vera Cruz dinner that looked scrumptious.

Dinner over, we both had coffees while preparations for staging the play were readied. The theater lights flicked on and off announcing the pending start of the evening’s performance.

Already relaxed, Gary said “You didn’t mention what hotel you’d booked. If you’d like, you can spend the night at my place.”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” I replied.

At the same time, my heart pounded a bit for the first time that day. My cock also stirred in my slacks.

We enjoyed the show immensely. We both got up to use the gent’s room at the intermission. When we returned to our seats, I looked around to make sure no one else could hear me.

“I’m thinking of some ways to pay you back later for your hospitality.” I said.

“And I can’t wait to thank you for coming out here.” he replied.


Summer Lovers

Looking back to the summer I was eighteen I realize I was immature in many ways. For one thing, most kids my age had graduated from high school, but I still had a year to go. I missed most of fifth grade recovering from an auto accident and had to repeat it. It set me back socially as well. I was shy and still felt like an awkward adolescent. As far as sex goes, I would say that at that point I was omnisexual. Everything in the whole damn world turned me on! Girls with cute figures, guys with cute figures – a dog with a nice ass might make me hot. You get the picture. Now, what was I doing about any of this? Only what every lonely teenage boy does to release the pressure and keep the sheets dry. That is, until what I thought was a terrible idea turned out to be the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. “Mom! You can’t be serious,” I wailed. “You want me to spend the summer with my grandparents. What’s the matter? Couldn’t you find a jail that would take me?”

“Zack, don’t be so dramatic. You know your grandparents adore you and spoil you rotten. And they live on the beach in Southern California, for heaven’s sake! Most kids would die for a chance like that.”

In my heart I knew Mom had a point, but I bitched for awhile anyway. The truth was that ever since my Dad died in that car wreck when I was ten, I hated to be away from Mom and my two older sisters. I never quite got over thinking I could find myself alone in the world at any minute. But Mom and my sisters were working all summer and I’d be on my own most of the time. So I finally quit complaining and got used to the idea of spending the summer getting a tan and eating my Grandma’s wonderful cooking.

When I got to SoCal I discovered that Grandpa had arranged for me to have a job helping out at the lifeguard station near their home. Grandpa was a great believer in hard work and he found it easy to get me hired when he proudly showed off the pictures of all my swim team ribbons. So after a couple days of stuffing myself in Grandma’s kitchen and lusting after everything that moved on the streets of the small beach town, I went to work.

Grandpa had told me to report to a “nice young man named Quinn.” When I asked for him one of the guys shouted his name and around the corner came the hunkiest guy I had ever seen in my life. Talk about your tanned California gods! He was over six feet tall with the firm body of somebody who exercises daily, but isn’t so bulked that he looks like The Hulk. He was blond, of course, with those streaks the sun brings out, but instead of the expected blue eyes, his were bright green. When he saw me, he flashed a smile that made me feel really funny inside. Funny like when I looked at the pictures in a porn magazine. “You must be Zack,” he said, putting out his hand for me to shake. His hand was big and warm in mine. “Your Granddad described you very well.”

“Uh, what did he tell you?” I managed to ask. For some reason my throat was tight and my voice almost wouldn’t come out.

“He said you were the handsomest young man on the planet, not to mention the smartest and the hardest working – and, of course, the best swimmer.” One of the guys who was standing around said, “And you recognized him from that?”

Quinn laughed. It was a deep, warm laugh that kind of made me melt inside. “Well, it helped that he showed me a picture of him.” He grinned at me again. I probably would have stood there all day, as long as I could look at Quinn, but he immediately started giving me information about my duties. There was plenty to do and I was relieved to get to it. Before I started, though, Quinn said, “We usually have a bonfire on the beach at night, just for the crew to get better acquainted. I hope you’ll join us.”

I tried to tell myself that I eagerly agreed because I was anxious to make new friends, but, to tell the truth, if Quinn had asked me to join him in cleaning a septic tank I would have been just as eager.

I worked hard all day, but it was really fun. I wore a tank top that had the lifeguard service logo on it, so lots of people smiled at me and talked to me. I’d always felt a little invisible at home, but here I was treated like a somebody. I did my best to concentrate on my assignments, but the thought that I was going to hang out with Quinn that night was always on my mind.


Chorus Boys

They were due to open in less than thirty days and still they were several chorus boys short of a full ensemble. Dick Logan, the director of the musical, sat with his assistant and said grimly, “Ross, what are we gonna do, we need at least two more men, where are we gonna find them!?!” “Well, why don’t you ask Mr. Mills if we can just relax the standards on cock size a little bit,” Ross asked hopefully, “I mean does it really make any difference that one cock is a little bigger or smaller that the one next to it!?!” “Ross, what do you take me for,” Dick replied tiredly, “don’t you think I’ve already tried that more than once, in fact yesterday I was begging him to let me use a perfectly fine dancer but since his cock was “only” seven inches long he adamantly refused to even consider him.” “Well,” Ross replied, “we’ve got three more auditions coming in at three this afternoon, I’d say we better say a prayer and cross out fingers.”

At precisely three o’clock the first young man walked onto the stage, and after doing a series of warm up pirouettes, informed Dick and Ross that he was ready to go. Both Dick and Ross looked at one another, and after shrugging their shoulders Dick offered, “What’s your first name, young man!?!” “Uh, Hunt,” he replied a little nervously. “Well, Hunt, would you please hop down here for a moment,” Dick replied, “there’s something we might as well get out of the way first.” The slightly confused young man hopped down off the stage, and after wiping off his face with a towel asked softly, “Yeah, what is it you want to know!?!” “I think you must have heard what our show is about,” asked Ross, “or you wouldn’t have signed up for the audition, am I right!?!” Hunt slowly nodded his head in the affirmative as Ross continued on, “Well, I know this may not seem fair, but our producer insists that all of our chorus boys have eight inch long erections with a minimum diameter of one and a half inches wide.” Hunt stood there impassively while Ross explained the situation, and when he was finished he added, “So, as you can see, even if you’re the greatest dancer in the world if you don’t measure up, you don’t get the job, and one other thing, you will be erect for the entire time you’re on stage so you must have an incredible degree of control over your organ.”


And Still Champion

Duke Walker stood under the burning needles of the shower in his bathroom while letting the hot water waft over his well muscled body! Oh man was he ever tired, ten long hours on that hot roof laying shingles was enough to sap the strength of anyone, and he was a twenty five year old in great physical condition!!! The only good part of the job was the view!!! High on a hill overlooking San Francisco Bay, it was exactly what you’d expect to find on a picture postcard and luckily for him he pretty much got to see it every single day of the year!!! As he water continued to caress his sun tanned form, his mind began to wander as he thought about the events of this coming evening, and the big uncut bone hanging between his legs began to stiffen ever so slightly as he pictured his big cock being sucked by any number of other hung studs at the Gay Gallery Bar on Castro Street!!! A gentle sigh escaped his lips as he began slowly squeezing and jerking his huge pecker, and after only several minutes of fisting, his hand had become a blur as it rifled up and down the thick shaft until it convulsed hard several times before erupting all over the shower stall wall!!!

After flopping down on the bed for a one hour nap, Duke carefully selected his wardrobe for the evening, and while it really didn’t matter what he wore, he made sure that the tight bikini underwear showed of his nine and a half inch hammer to its best view!!! The bright red material of the silk shorts stood out starkly against his sun tanned skin, and what was even more impressive was how after he rolled up his nut bag and pecker into a tight ball it looked for all the world like someone had stuck a softball into his undies!!! More than one stud had merely gotten a glimpse of Duke’s bikini cover groin and nearly fainted dead away at the awesome sight that it presented!!! In the San Francisco gay community having a big cock was more than just a status symbol, because if you were blessed with a large penis, you pretty much had your pick of all the young teen and early twenties bitches you could get your hands on!!! Not only did these young men have the best bodies, but they also were still pliable enough to do just about anything you told them to, and being damn grateful to boot!!! Duke gave one last look into the full length mirror, and after being satisfied that everything was just right, he left his apartment and headed downtown!!!

Like every Saturday night Castro Street was gay-lesbian street USA, and every conceivable combination of sexual life style was represented in one way or the other!!! There were bull dykes with their little fems trailing behind them on leashes as well as butch bikers dressed in leather from head to toe, flaunting their genitals in leather jock straps that did little to hide the erect prizes that were barely hidden inside!!! Duke didn’t begrudge any of them their lifestyle, but for him it was a thing to be done behind closed doors, or at least out of the view of the general public!!! As he made his way through the bustling crowd, a young man of about twenty two called to him as he passed the front of and alley and whispered hoarsely, “Hey, buddy, watch me jerk myself off, you don’t have to touch it or anything, just watch me cum, okay!?!” Duke shrugged his shoulders, and after giving it a moments thought nodded his head and replied, “Sure, fella, go ahead, show me what you’ve got!!!” The young man, totally thankful that someone had finally stopped, opened up his long trench coat revealing a very hard if not to large erection that was literally begging to shoot its load!!! “H-how does it look,” he stammered while Duke watched with slight bemusement at the young man’s chutzpah!!! “Uh, really nice,” Duke replied gently, “thata boy, show me what good jerk off you can be!!!” That did it, the young man’s legs quivered back and forth, and after taking a moment to steady himself, a hot load of young gay spunk rocketed out of this hard dick splashing a shower of cum on the pavement in front of him!!! The young man leaned heavily against the wall next to him and as his coat flopped closed covering his now deflating pecker, he nodded his head and thanked Duke for his time!!!


The Home Gym Workout

“You don’t mind working out at my place tonight, do you,” asked Frank? “No, that’s no problem,” Denny replied, “as long as I get my reps in, I really don’t care where I do it!” “Good,” Frank said, “then let’s get to it!” Both men were serious weight lifters who spent much more time and energy working out than the average ever “joe” would, and it wouldn’t be unusual for either of them to spend four hours a night lifting and pulling the iron plates that gave them the heavily muscled appearance they so loved! Frank had invested big money into a home gym and this was the first time his friend Denny had seen it. “Wow,” he marveled, “this is great, you don’t even hafta leave home to get in your workout.”

“I know,” Frank said beaming, while running his hand over the huge apparatus, “it cost me four grand, but it’s worth it, no more running back and forth to the gym.” “You first,” Frank offered, “benches?!?” “Yeah, benches, set it at one seventy to start,” Denny replied! While Frank was adjusting the machine to one hundred and seventy pounds, Denny lay down on his back and got ready to do a set of bench presses. When he was finished, they traded places and Frank took his turn while Denny spotted for him. After that, they went through a long series of lifts, alternating back and forth between lifting and spotting. After a particularly rough set of squats, both men decided to take a breather and have a drink of a sport drink. “Wow it’s hot in here,” Denny commented, as he took a long gulp from the bottle. “Yeah, it is,” Frank replied, “do you want me to open the windows a little!?!”

“Naw,” Denny shot back, “I always feel like I’m doing more when I build up a sweat, don’t you?!?” “Yeah, I do too,” Frank answered back, “my muscles always look better when they’re gleaming from sweat.” “Hey,” Denny asked, “do ya have a posing mirror, I’d kinda like to see what I look like?!?” “Right over here,” Frank replied, as he pulled open a door that hid a full length mirror ideal for muscle posing. Denny stepped in front of it, and went through a series of poses, stopping at the end of each one to admire himself in the mirror! “Ya know, Denny,” Frank offered, “you can’t really tell what you look like with those sweats on, why don’t you take them off so you can see what you’ve got!?!”


The Uncle

“Clean your plate, Gil,” Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, “we don’t want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!” “Yes, Uncle,” Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread. “That’s a good boy,” he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, “wash or wipe he asked,” while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!” “Uh, wipe,” Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack. The two of them did the dishes in silence, until when they were about half way through, Uncle Ned nonchalantly mentioned, “I found your magazines when I dusted under your bed today, do you think that those are the type of magazines a boy of your age should be reading!?!” Gil turned a bright shade of red and fumbled to find the proper words to answer his uncle! A bemused smile crept across his face as he watched his nephew twist in the wind, and for the next several minutes he let him stew in his embarrassment until he continued on, “Well, I guess a boy your age would just naturally show an interest in sex, but I’m not to sure that those skin magazines are the best way to go about it.” “Have you ever seen a boy’s erection before,” he asked in all seriousness!?! “No,” he whispered, “I haven’t!” “All done,” he intoned, “as he handed the last glass to Gil for drying, “let’s go into the living room and talk about this a little further!”

The two of them sat down on the sofa and Uncle Ned began by reaching down and picking up one of Gil’s magazines and asking, “Do these pictures excite you,” while flipping through the myriad of pages that displayed naked men?!? Gil couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he was totally mortified that his uncle had found his stash of magazines, but to sit here and have to look at them with him, well it was just too much. He was snapped back to reality when he repeated his question, “Do these pictures excite you!?!” “I don’t know,” he fairly whispered, “I just like looking at them!” “Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “do you get an erection when you see pictures like this one!?!” “Gil stared at the photo of a young man who was lying back on his bed with his legs spread wide apart, which of course offered a perfect view of his young hairy cock! “I’d think a picture like this would give any young man an erection,” he commented, “am I right about that?!?” Gil made an audible gulp and merely nodded his head in the affirmative! “I was sure of it,” he went on, “males are very visual in their sexuality, and a fine young buck like this would give any man an erection, I’d have been shocked if you hadn’t gotten one.” “I want you to do something for me,” he asked seriously, “come over here and stand in front of me!” Gil stood up and took his place in front of his uncle while wondering what he was up to, but in a short few seconds he was about to find out.