"The End of the Innocence" by David L. (dhl@sysun.com). Hmmm.... Two guys are in an adult bookstore in Key West, checking out the quarter movie slots. They encounter an attractive young woman who wants a movie about two guys doing it together. They try to help her, but they can find no such movie. Hmmm... Where is this story going? Two guys who want to get into the girl's panties. A girl looking to get turned on by watching two guys have sex. Hmmm.....

This could be the basis for a slam-bang quickie; but this story goes well beyond that sort of thing.

First, we have an ethical dilemma. Our narrator has never even considered sex with Jerry or any other man, even though the thought doesn't repel him. Horny as he is, his libido really is directed only towards females. He vaguely believes that "sex is really just giving and receiving pleasure", but this is a statement he would like to believe but has never really tested. And then there's the prospect of pleasing Laura. Will Jerry suck his cock? Will Jerry want him to suck his? Will they fondle each other? Hmmm, indeed....

The three partners do it in every possible combination; and that's more ways than you might initially think, since each participant has several apertures and more than one instrument can be inserted into each. Holy cow! They even talk and play cards while doing it. And the author manages to make it sound sexy all the way through the four evenings the three spend together.

And while you read this story, you can learn important things about Life. For example, here's what it takes to pick up girls easily and quickly: the guy should exude a sense of being able to be trusted, and yet body language and tone of voice and general calmness that promises sweet things if the lady is so inclined. Either that or the ability to undress the woman with your eyes, I suppose.

In addition, here's a brief discourse on aesthetics: "Too many woman believe themselves to be ugly or just ordinary if they don't qualify as the perfect centerfold model. Laura probably didn't think of herself as exceptionally attractive. But this isn't true -- I've tried to tell so many women I know how beautiful and sexy they really are, even without being perfect, but the words somehow can't even begin to convey the full truth of it. The female body is a poem to a heterosexual man, and in the words of the philosopher whose name I can't remember, it "proves the existence of God.'" Actually, that wasn't a philosopher: I think it was Dirty Harry.

This is an excellent story. I recommend it highly and hope to see more stories from this author.