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Without a doubt my most valuable and important app on my device. So stoked when i ffound it in the store after first purchasing my device, I have now been using it daily for months. Every device must have this widget, and everyone should ddonate to this dev so we can keep getting these amazing apps!!
Very good app. Works very nice and smooth. Well designed; the two-pages design with switch via '=' is a great idea. Now I have a basic calculator always with me.
No funciona correctamente. Se puede mejorar por favor. Saludos.
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Doubles specialists dominate BWF player awards
– December 12, 2017Posted in: news
Doubles World Champions Amnouy Wetwithan and Chen Qingchen each walked away with a different Female Player of the Year award after the BWF bestowed its top honours for 2017 on the eve of the Superseries Finals in Dubai.
Photos: Yohan Nonotte / Badmintonphoto (live from Dubai)
The Badminton World Federation (BWF) held its annual Player of the Year award ceremony as part of the Gala Dinner that kicked off the season-ending Superseries Finals. For the first time since the awards were separated by gender, all honours went to doubles players, including the Male Player(s) of the Year, which went to world #1 pair Marcus Fernaldi Gideon / Kevin Sanjaya Sukamuljo of Indonesia.
In the case of the Para-Badminton Player of the Year honours, it is a little limiting to call the winners doubles specialists. While Thailand's Amnouy Wetwithan (pictured left) is the wheelchair mixed doubles World Champion, no fewer than 3 of the 8 titles she won in 2017 – including the Asean Para Games gold – were in singles. Wetwithan won her first world title back in 2009 and she was nominated for Female Para-Badminton Player of the Year last year as well. She won the triple crown at the Irish Para-Badminton International before at the Worlds in Ulsan, she reached the finals in both doubles events, missing out on the singles gold medal match by the narrowest of margins.
Wetwithan's counterpart in the male division, Kim Jung Jun (pictured right), won more titles than any other candidate for any of the awards. Kim won triple crowns at both the USA and the Spanish Para-Badminton Internationals, along with two titles at each of three additional events, including the Para-Badminton World Championships at home in Ulsan. Of the total of twelve titles he won in 2017, seven were in doubles and five in singles.
One of the candidates whom Kim Jung Jun beat out to win the award was his World Champion doubles partner Lee Sam Seop, who was also the first winner of this award, back in 2015. Unlike Lee two years ago, Kim was unable to make it to Dubai to accept the award and was the only winner not in attendance this year.
Nothing but doubles
As for the non-para-shuttlers, there was no singles involved. Chen Qingchen (pictured below) became only the second doubles player in the last fifteen years to be named Player of the Year alone. Zhao Yunlei was the other and prior to that, the last time it had happened was in 2002 when doubles legend Kim Dong Moon was not required to share the then Eddy Choong Award with either of his partners.
Chen, of course, came to Dubai ranked #1 in the world in both mixed doubles and in women's, where she is also the World Champion. Chen is the first winner of the Eddy Choong Most Promising
Player of the Year award to go on to be named Player of the Year and it took her just 12 months to do it. She claimed the former award just days before becoming the first teenager to win a doubles double at the Superseries Finals last December.
Male Players of the Year honours went to Marcus Fernaldi Gideon / Kevin Sanjaya Sukamuljo (pictured bottom). The Indonesians have won an incredible 6 Superseries titles in 2017, a feat equalled only by Huang Yaqiong. The last men's doubles players to win the award were Cai Yun and Fu Haifeng 5 years ago, while the last time an Indonesian was named Player of the Year was back in 2005, when Taufik Hidayat was named Eddy Choong Player of the Year for the second consecutive time. That was before the award was separated by gender and before Eddy Choong's name was shifted to the trophy for up-and-coming stars.
Another year, another Chen
The only singles specialist honoured on Monday evening in Dubai was China's Chen Yufei (pictured right). Chen – who won in 2017 the Eddy Choong Most Promising Player of the Year award won last year by her compatriot Chen Qingchen – was the only one among the five candidates who has not won a single title this year. However, she was also the only one who had qualified for the Superseries Finals, the only one with a World Championship medal, and at #8 in the world, was the highest-ranked, coming in 2 notches higher than Indonesia's Apriyani Rahayu.
Chen Yufei came into 2017 already with a Grand Prix Gold title, of course, and she added another final and two Superseries semi-final finishes before reaching the final four at the Worlds in August. She goes back to work on Wednesday, when she must start her first ever Dubai campaign by facing none other than world #1 and defending champion Tai Tzu Ying.
Two more World Championship medallists took the last performance award on Monday. Glasgow silver medallists Yuki Fukushima / Sayaka Hirota were named Most Improved Players for 2017. In January, they had only one Grand Prix Gold and two Grand Prix titles to their name, but they picked up their first Superseries title, reached the final at the Worlds, and boosted their ranking from #20 last New Year's to a career high of #5. Like Chen Yufei, the Japanese duo are playing in their first Superseries Finals. Unlike Chen, they will not be facing the world #1 in the group stage. They will, however, need to contend with both the Olympic silver and bronze medallists before they can claim a berth in the semi-finals.
The most successful singles players on the Superseries tour this year, meanwhile, were not forgotten at the Gala Dinner. Coincidentally, both Tai Tzu Ying and Srikanth Kidambi were named Best Dressed of the affair. While both were unsuccessful candidates for Player of the Year, if they find themselves less than satisfied with this lesser distinction off court, they may well end up making up for it on court, by winning the most lucrative titles of the year.
Tags: award, BWF, Para-Badminton, Superseries Finals

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Susan Hockfield
President Emerita and Professor of Neuroscience
Susan Hockfield is President Emerita, Professor of Neuroscience, and a member of the Koch Institute for Integrative Cancer Research at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She is the author of the 2019 book The Age of Living Machines: How the Convergence of Biology and Engineering Will Build the Next Technology Revolution. From 2004 to 2012 she served as the sixteenth President of MIT, the first life scientist and first woman in that role. As President, Dr. Hockfield advanced Institute-wide programs—including founding the MIT Energy Initiative—in sustainable energy and the convergence of the life, physical, and engineering sciences, with impact across the region, nation, and world. She helped shape national policy for energy and next-generation manufacturing, appointed by President Barack Obama in 2011 to co-chair the steering committee of the Advanced Manufacturing Partnership, and by serving as a member of a Congressional Commission evaluating the Department of Energy laboratories in 2015. Before joining MIT, she was the William Edward Gilbert Professor of Neurobiology, Dean of the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, and Provost at Yale University. Dr. Hockfield is the Past President and Chairman of AAAS and currently is a Director of the Charles Stark Draper Laboratory, Partners HealthCare System, Fidelity Non-Profit Management Foundation, and the Whitehead Institute for Biomedical Research. She is a life member of the MIT Corporation and a board member of the Belfer Center at the Harvard Kennedy School.
SESSIONS WITH Susan Hockfield


My name is Mike Perrucci and I do mostly graphic and web design work for a living. I can do some programming when required, but the creative process has always been my greatest source of motivation.
This online portfolio is my attempt to show the full range of my abilities. It features artwork that spans over 15 years: from college assignments, jobs for various companies, and my own personal projects in between.
Right now I'm looking for full-time employment. I live in southeastern Pennsylvania, so if you're in the area and need someone with experience in the field of graphic design to fill a position at your place of business, please send me an email informing me of the open position. If your company is located further away, I am equipped to work remotely for you.
Although freelance jobs have been less reliable for me as a source of steady income, they are open for consideration. I am also available to set up domino toppling shows. At this point the heavy dominoes and large props can't be moved too far, but everything can be trucked to local events.
Thank you for taking a few minutes to look through my portfolio. It is my hope that I can produce even better projects for you.


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Lecture Theatre B4, Cottrell Building, University of Stirling.
To celebrate International Women's Day the Scottish Political Archive and the Students' Union are hosting a Women in Politics roundtable. This roundtable is part of a debate series held in advance of the May 2016 Scottish Elections. The series is supported by the University of Stirling's Stirling Fund.
Zara Kitson works for a national charity promoting LGBT equality and human rights. Zara's experiences of growing up in an ex-mining village near Stirling drives her passion for equality and social justice. She is an organiser of So Say Scotland, is elected to Women for Independence National Committee and has an MA in Public Policy from Glasgow University. She has previously fought election campaigns for the Scottish Greens in Stirling, Dunfermline and Glasgow North East.
Ellen Forson was elected to Clackmannanshire Council in May 2012 and represents the ward of Clackmannanshire South (Alloa). She is currently the Convenor of Education, Sport and Leisure. She has worked for elected representatives for the last twelve years and is the SNP constituency organiser and election agent for the Clackmannanshire and Dunblane Constituency. Ellen is a graduate of Strathclyde University where she studied politics and geography. She currently lives in Alloa and has two sons aged 13 and 8.
Sheila Mechan is the Scottish Conservative candidate for Glasgow Kelvin in the 2016 Scottish Elections. Sheila is a Scottish Solicitor and specialises in Employment Law, operating her own employment law consultancy. Sheila has extensive industrial relations experience and is a supporter of the wider union movement to include the vital work which is undertaken by Credit Unions in their promotion of and education in strong community finances.
Johanna Boyd is Leader of Stirling Council and the youngest Council Leader in Scotland. She is a law graduate and following university spent a decade in London representing local authorities, charities and public bodies on a diverse range of issues. After returning to Scotland she became active again in local and national Labour Party politics, becoming the first woman to lead Stirling Council in 2013. She is standing for Mid-Scotland & Fife in the 2016 Scottish Elections.
Jen Stout is a journalist with CommonSpace. She is from Fair Isle, Shetland, and her interests include class, LGBT rights, land reform, policing, Scottish politics and history, and Russia. She graduated from the University of Edinburgh in 2012 with a degree in Sociology, and now lives in Glasgow. During the referendum she ran women's discussion groups and spoke at public meetings with Women for Independence and the Radical Independence Campaign. She also worked for the independent campaigning organisation 38 Degrees.


Paul Vanden Bout, Chairman of the Mathews Community Foundation (MCF), presented a check for $3,125 to Emily Allen, Executive Director for the Mathews Visitors and Information Center (MCVIC) this November, 2018. The fiscal support from the Mathews Community Foundation will be used to support an ongoing marketing project and MCVIC's hire of Mathews resident and consultant, Jim Robinson — owner of East River Marketing.
The goal of this project is promote tourism in Mathews County using responsible and intentional strategies that will support economic development in the area. Tourism revenue in Mathews County has untapped potential to vitalize our local economy. Robinson's work will help the Visitor Center create strategies, tactics, and develop short and long term marketing goals to draw visitors to Mathews.
The Mathews Community Foundation supported 34 non-profit organizations and agencies in Mathews County this year alone, and provided over $132,000 in grant dollars. The Mathews Community Foundation was formed in 1999 to inspire, serve, and engage the current and future needs of Mathews County through philanthropy.
Thank you Mathews Community Foundation for your support in the Visitor Center, and your honorable commitment to improve the quality of life for the citizens of Mathews County!


Reminder Update: I originally posted about this sale on Thursday, but here's a reminder that this sale ends today. I plan on going to the mall today to take advantage of this incredible sale.
No need to go south of the border to get some fresh and hot Mexican fare thanks to today's TeamBuy: for $5 get $10 worth of Sizzling Baja Fare at Taco Del Mar – Stony Plain Road Location! You can buy 2 vouchers for personal use and unlimited as gifts and the vouchers don't expire until May 30, 2012.
This is a limited 3-day only sale that will expire at midnight (Sunday, May 1, 2011). Click here to buy now or for more information about the deal. Quantities are limited so don't miss out!
Hundreds of locations around Canada and the United States since 1992.
Delicious and plentiful menu selections, plus veggie and vegan options available.
Includes $10 worth of food and beverage at Taco Del Mar in Edmonton (Stony Plain Rd. Location).
Limit 2 per person, unlimited gifts.
With locations around the US and Canada, Taco Del Mar has established themselves as the ultimate taco and burrito paradise. Serving up signature menu options like Mission style burritos and fish tacos, plus a slew of other tasty dishes such as enchiladas and taco salads, Taco Del Mar has got your baja cravings covered. Purchasers of today's deal get $10 worth of food and drinks from Taco Del Mar's Stony Plain Road location in Edmonton. Choose to use your credit on delicious fare such as the Mondo Burrito (tortilla, rice, beans, meat, cheese & pico de gallo), the Baja Bowl, the 6 Layer Cheese Nachos and more. In each menu option you'll choose from meat selections such as Carne Asada Steak, Braised Chicken, Ground Beef, Seasoned Pork, Shredded Beef and Alaskan Fish. Taco Del Mar also proudly offers a delicious kids menu for the little ones, veggie and vegan meals as well as, awesome drink and chip choices!
Limit 2 per person. Limit 1 per visit. By appointment only. Must be 14 or older. Valid for upper lip, chin, underarms, neck, sideburns, bikini, full face, or beard. May apply value toward upgrades. May redeem across visits.
With today's Groupon: for $119, you get three laser hair-removal treatments at Forever Young Laser and Spa (up to a $600 value).
Certified wand-wielding laser technicians at Forever Young smooth over downy epidermises in a serene spa setting, calming clients better than a cup of chamomile tea infused with whale song. After easing visitors into the session with some initial preparation, laser-aces unleash the Starlux 500 on hirsute invaders. On the keenest of cutting edges, Starlux technology marshals a powerful laser coupled with a cooling refrigerated head, letting loose intense lamplight into follicles, subtly urging hair to leave. The result can make for a more comfortable hair-removal experience, delivered in half the time. Unlike some laser hair-removal systems which are only effective for dark hair and light skin, the Starlux 500 can be used on coarse and fine hair entrenched in any skin type. Werewolves and were-Elvises can face full moons with confidence after treating the upper lip and chin ($287+ total), neck ($225 total), sideburns ($210 total), full face ($359+ total) or beard ($600 total), whereas beach bunnies and beach bears can beautify sandy stomping grounds with bikini ($307+ total) or underarm ($207+ total) treatments. While the three sessions offered in this Groupon will remove most hair, five to seven treatments are usually necessary for more complete results.
Though Forever Young Laser and Spa features a discounted price toward the first treatment for new clients online, this Groupon still offers the best deal available.
Today's Groupon Edmonton Deal of the Day: $50 for Six-Week Boot Camp at World Health ($180 Value). Choose from Ten Locations.
This is a limited 3-day only sale that will expire at midnight (Saturday, April 30, 2011). Click here to buy now or for more information about the deal. Quantities are limited so don't miss out!
Limit 1/person, may buy 2 more as gifts. Limit 1/visit. Must activate boot camp by 9/26/11, boot camp expires 6 weeks from activation. Subj. to avail. Start dates for boot camps are 5/2, 6/20, 8/8, and 9/26. Non-transferable. Tax included.
Catch a whiff of wellness with today's Groupon: for $50, you get a six-week boot camp at World Health, available at any of 10 area locations—City Centre, Clareview, Gateway, Glenora, Jasper Avenue, Kensington, Londonderry, Mayfield, St. Albert Trail, or Whitemud (a $180 value). You have a choice of the following four start dates: May 2, June 20, August 8, or September 26.
World Health is an adult-oriented private health club whose staff stays on top of the latest trends in health and fitness through continuing education. Gym members and non-members alike can sweat out their calories en masse in World Health's outdoor boot camps. Highly trained fitness instructors lead recruits through challenging, military-style drills designed to build strength, burn calories, increase endurance, and teach cadets how to defend the earth against armies of invading extraterrestrials. While aiming to push enrollees to new fitness heights, drill instructors nevertheless avoid drill-sergeant hectoring and maintain an emphasis on fun. Classes can be held indoors when the weather doesn't cooperate and can be held in an invisible fourth dimension when the indoors facility gets stuffy. See each location's class schedule by selecting an Edmonton location in the drop-down menu here. Classes are not held on Victoria Day, Labour Day, or during August Long Weekend.
Savour the delicious flavours of North and South India with today's TeamBuy: $10 for $20 worth of Authentic Indian Cuisine and Drinks from Shudh South Indian Cafe. You can buy up to 3 vouchers for personal use and the vouchers don't expire until July 2, 2011.
This is a limited 1-day only sale that will expire at midnight (Thursday, April 28, 2011). Click here to buy now or for more information about the deal. Quantities are limited so don't miss out!
Limit 3 per person. Limit 1 redemption per table per visit.
Dine in only. No cash value.
Tax not included. Reservations required online or by phone.
Offering naan cravers one of the Largest Indian Lunch & Dinner Buffet's in Edmonton, Shudh South Indian Cafe cooks up satisfying, delicious dishes from the South and North on the daily. With today's Buy you'll feast on food packed with flavour thanks to menu choices such as Madras Rasam (mildly spicy lentil soup), Masala Dosa (thin rice and letil crepe stuffed with potatoes & onions), Bonda (fired potato ball fritters), Chicken Chetinaad (spicy chicken with curry leafs and diced onions) and more! Shudh South Indian Cafe's casual, cozy setting paired with friendly staff willing to serve makes for the perfect spot for your next lunch or dinner date!


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ResourcesResearch IntegrityPathogenic organization in science: Division of labor and retractions (John P. Walsh | 2018)
Pathogenic organization in science: Division of labor and retractions (John P. Walsh | 2018)
Published/Released on November 10, 2018 | Posted by Admin on December 17, 2018 / Breaches, Good practice, Institutional responsibilities, Research integrity, Research Misconduct, Research results, Researcher responsibilities, Training
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Science is increasingly a team activity, and the size of the teams has been growing. At the same time, there are concerns about an increasing rate of pathologies in science. The growth of team science suggests the need to look beyond individual-level explanations and focus on organizational structures and institutional contexts to explain pathologies in science. Drawing on the literature on organizational pathologies, we argue that division of labor may be a key factor contributing to pathologies in science. Furthermore, we examine the effects of high-stakes incentives and of institutional corruption as additional predictors of scientific pathologies. Using retractions as an indicator of pathologies, and drawing on a matched sample of 195 retracted papers and 349 paired papers that were not retracted, we develop indicators of the division of labor in the team that produced a paper and find that the rate of retractions is higher as the division of labor increases (net of team size). Additionally, we find that high-stakes incentives and institutional corruption are also associated with increased retractions. We conclude with a discussion of the implications of these findings for science policy, in particular for organizing team science projects.
Organization, Science, Pathologies, Corruption, Incentives, Division of labor
Walsh, J. P., et al. (2019). Pathogenic organization in science: Division of labor and retractions. Research Policy 48(2): 444-461.
Publisher: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0048733318302129
Conference: https://appam.confex.com/appam/2018/webprogram/Paper26758.html
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Larger Than Life: The Kevyn Aucoin Story
Glamour was Kevyn Aucoin's business.
(2017) Documentary (The Orchard) Kevyn Aucoin, Isaac Mizrahi, Christy Turlington Burns, Jeremy Antunes, Brooke Shields, Carol Alt, Cindy Crawford, Cher, Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, Paula Porizkova, Amy Sidaris, Isabella Rossellini, Tori Amos, Carla Aucoin Hoffkins, Eddie Greene, Garren, Scottie, Sandy Lintner, Keith Aucoin, Todd Oldham, Paul Cavaco, Linda Wells. Directed by Tiffany Bartok
Women have worn make-up for largely thousands of years but it is only relatively recently that it has evolved into being an art form. One of the people responsible for that evolution is Kevyn Aucoin (the last name pronounced AH-Kwan).
Kevyn, one of four adopted children, grew up in the less-than-accepting burg of Shreveport, Louisiana. From an early age he had a thing about fashion magazines like Vogue and the musical styling of Barbra Streisand. It was not surprising that he became openly gay which was not exactly looked favorably upon by the citizens and youth of Shreveport. Kevyn was bullied, sometimes brutally, scars which stayed with him all through the rest of his life.
Aucoin went on to New York and through sheer force of will hooked on at Vogue. The rest, as they say, was history. He would grow to be the first celebrity make-up artist, penning books sharing his beauty secrets. He was one of the pioneers of contour make-up – essentially using colors to shape a face – and he revolutionized how women apply make-up in the process.
He was an outspoken activist for LBGTQ+ causes and worked tirelessly for gay rights. Sadly though, he developed a glandular tumor which led to an addiction to opioids and an early grave at the age of 40. Still, while his candle didn't burn quite as long, it burned much more brightly than perhaps even he had hoped for.
This doc on his life features a plethora of testimonials from family, clients and friends and some of the interviews are absolutely delightful. His sister talks about him using her as a canvas to practice his techniques on when they were in high school, while some of his early models talk about his drive and his absolute fearlessness. He had a vision for what he was going to become and he pursued it as relentlessly as he could.
Aucoin was also an obsessive record keeper; he filled journals with notes and diagrams while he utilized video cameras to document all the fabulous aspects of his life – and let's face it, he did define fabulous for an entire generation of gay men and women of all persuasions. He was the king of make-up artists during the 1980s, arguably the most make-up heavy era in American history. Because he did so much work on music videos, Aucoin was a heavy influence on how people looked whether they were going out to dance at the clubs or headed out for school.
The perceptions of what beauty was did change over time and Kevyn did change with the times even if he was no longer quite as influential as he was at the height of his career. While the documentary stops just shy of being hagiographic – it does cover his drug addiction and resulting personality change fairly clinically – it does approach fawning territory upon occasion. Perhaps though that makes it more heartbreaking as we see him becoming less easy to work with, less fun to be around. The pain from his cancer and from late growth spurts took its toll and led to his untimely death as the pills he took that basically allowed him to function took over his life.
It bears mentioning that Kevyn was fairly promiscuous but he did find his one true love – Jeremy Antunes whom he married and spent the last years of his life with despite Kevyn's often difficult behavior. It also bears mentioning – since the film didn't do it – that after Kevyn passed Jeremy was locked out of the home he shared with his husband by Kevyn's family. Yeah, it might be water under the bridge and the parties involved might be reluctant to reopen old wounds but it should have been at least mentioned. It was the kind of thing ironically that Kevyn was fighting against.
Still, Aucoin isn't the household name he perhaps deserves to be. He was a giant in his industry, comparable to Michael Jordan or Meryl Streep. On a strictly human level, this is a story of an outsider who fought his way to the very inside; it's a story anyone can relate to. This documentary, while unremarkable, does at least a solid job of presenting his life and why he is deserving of a feature film. Bartok could have used a little more editing – it feels like some of the interviews regurgitate the same platitudes – but all in all this is a lot more satisfying a film than I expected it to be.
REASONS TO GO: The film looks at make-up as an art form.
REASONS TO STAY: The run time is way too long and the appeal mainly to a niche audience.
FAMILY VALUES: There is some profanity and plenty of drug references.
TRIVIAL PURSUIT: Among the clients that Aucoin worked with who weren't interviewed for the film were Oprah Winfrey, Janet Jackson, Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli, Halle Berry and Madonna, to name just a few.
BEYOND THE THEATERS: Amazon, iTunes, Vudu
CRITICAL MASS: As of 7/31/18: Rotten Tomatoes: 86% positive reviews. Metacritic: No score yet.
COMPARISON SHOPPING: The Devil Wears Prada
NEXT: Okja
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Growing up watching my father go to work in an office my observations about succeeding in business were the importance of understanding human nature to achieve your goals. It seemed to me that a person needed a great deal of interpersonal skills to get anything done. Sometimes a person can't do everything alone.
When I started in business, people would tell me to keep everything professional and not take anything personally. Yet, I wondered how could I not take anything personally when everything that was done was done with a personal passion to achieve results that included a product that yielded a certain level of personal pride? At the same time, I noticed there was a major focus on making sure that customers and employees were satisfied. Isn't satisfaction being personally happy while at work?
Although articles and people will say that business is not personal the truth is, it is. Work relationships require the same knowledge and mastery of interpersonal skills as personal relationships. If people create, sell, buy, produce, manufacture, and create products to allow for a business to exist then how could business itself not be about people and getting to know them? How could interpersonal skills not come into play while working to complete a project when it takes people to execute the work?
Beyond being hard working and having a skill for the subject matter a Sophisticate knows that being professional in the 21st Century means being personal or having interpersonal skills.
A Sophisticate knows the golden rule of work etiquette is to focus on execution. To grow to be the best person for yourself, for others, and more importantly for the product you work hard to execute a.k.a. create, sell, buy produce, manufacture, and support.


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12th December 2015: Sebastian Wallace returns after a long break and it seems he's having marital difficulties. This story features the return of Darren Perkins from 2008's 'In and Out of Focus'.
That's The Way It Is
by Sebastian Wallace
I looked at myself in the hotel mirror over the sink. Jesus, I looked like shit tonight.
I'd be turning forty soon and yet I looked about sixty. Maybe that was something to do with all the times I'd been thrown out by my wife these last few years.
This time it's happened just before Christmas which isn't exactly conducive to a fresh, youthful complexion.
My dad is due to arrive on the 23rd to stay with the happy family. That will have to be cancelled.
"I'm spending Christmas in a Travel Lodge," I'll tell him over the phone. "She caught me in bed with someone. It's not the first time, dad."
He'll no doubt ask who the other woman had been and I'll tell him it had actually been another man. Just like all the other times. Different men, the same outcome: hastily packing a suitcase and fucking off for a few nights to sleep in the joyless forty-quid-a-night hotel out on the motorway junction.
That'll be an interesting father and son conversation.
But more worrying, this time Melissa had said our marriage was over. There was to be no going back. She said she'd file for custody of our two kids and that we'd split the house up "fair and square" as she'd put it.
Fair and square meant she'd be out to get every last penny she could. She'd cite adultery, of course, and throw in other grounds like emotional cruelty and any other stuff that her solicitor could dredge up, and she'd be out for a good slice of my savings and investments and whatever else she could get her vengeful hands on.
I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone to call Darren.
It was funny that, even though I'd been seeing him for nearly eight years, Melissa had never once caught me with Darren. The blokes she'd walked in on me playing about with had always just been random, meaningless pickups I'd made when I'd thought she was out for the night. The sort of men I used to hook-up with in laybys and public toilets and other out-of-the-way places, but who I'd started bringing home after a close-call with the police.
The first night she'd caught me had happened because of a cancelled night class at our local college. After I'd moved out, been grudgingly forgiven and then moved back in again, I'd noticed she started coming home at unpredictable times as if she suspected I was still getting up to stuff with other guys behind her back.
Which I was. Obviously. And it was just a matter of time before she caught me again.
Darren picked up.
"Y'alright, Seb?" he drawled, his voice deep and at once reassuring.
"Not really. She's kicked me out again."
He chuckled. I always phone him when I've landed up at the Travel Lodge.
"So did she catch you ball-deep again?" he asked.
"Actually, this time I heard her car engine when she pulled into the drive. We got dressed as quickly as we could, but it had been pretty obvious what the two of us had been up to."
"This bedroom stinks of cock and bum," was how Melissa had put it after she'd rushed upstairs to barge in through the door.
She has a sense of smell as keen as a sniffer dog's. She can smell a fart before it's out, or so my dad had once observed.
"I don't know what you mean," I'd stammered, seeing Patrick, my companion for the evening, blush as he hastily yanked his shoes on.
"I mean I can smell that you've had your dick up his arse, or he's had his up yours. The condoms and lube on your bedside table aren't exactly subtle clues either."
"Look, I'd better go," Patrick muttered, standing up.
Two minutes earlier we'd been in ecstasy together. My arms had been tight around his stomach and my chest had been wet against his back. Our two swinging pairs of bollocks had been thumping together between our legs as we'd heaved our big solid bodies against each other. He'd turned to me, grinning at me over his shoulder, and I'd planted a deep, passionate kiss in his mouth as I'd thrust as hard as I could up into the heat of his rectum.
I'd planned to climax inside him, then let him have his turn on me, and hoped we'd shower together and perhaps share a bottle of wine downstairs, before I'd show him out by about ten o'clock to give half an hour's tidy-up time before Melissa was due in.
But it hadn't even been eight when he'd grabbed his coat and I'd opened the front door for him. Our cocks might be withered but our balls were still full of our cum, and it was a pity that it was unlikely we'd ever meet up again to finish off what we'd so successfully started.
Darren turned up at the hotel, like he always did, smiled affectionately when he saw how awful I looked and then came over and kissed me, giving me a strong, lingering hug.
"She says it's over this time," I told him.
"Might be for the best, mate," he nodded, his thick Yorkshire accent sounding rich and delicious.
"It's the kids," I said. "She wants custody."
"'Course she does," he shrugged. "And maybe that'll work out for the best too, Seb."
"How can it work out for the best? I'll hardly get to see them."
"She has to give you fair access, bud. And – think of this way – you're always sayin' you don't get enough time to spend with them… maybe havin' certain times when you have to see them will force you to give them the time you want to…"
I smiled at him. He was trying to cheer me up. And that was how it should be: he was the closest thing I had to a 'boyfriend'.
Darren had started out as one of my random hook-ups. He'd worked in a hardware store and I'd thought he was cruising me in the shop toilets. It turned out that he was actually trying to pee and had been put off by having a perv like me staring over at him. But that hadn't made him averse to playing around with me after closing time once I'd agreed to give his shop-boy earnings a very substantial boost.
We'd started meeting up regularly and, in spite of our different backgrounds, it turned out that we got on very well. He'd stopped taking money off me for sex and instead I'd nurtured in him a liking for expensive gifts, including a rather stunning Rolex watch I'd bought him for his twenty-first birthday. When he'd finally figured out what he wanted to do with his life, I'd helped to pay him through college so he could get a diploma in horticulture.
He has his own business now and a long-term girlfriend with a kid on the way, but we still meet up regularly and I like to make sure he has no money worries.
If Melissa ever gets her hands on my bank statements, I know full well that the amount of my GP salary that I'd spent on young Mr Perkins over the years would be used as yet another nail in my courtroom coffin.
"Can you stay over with me?" I asked him.
He looked at the watch which had been my gift. "I reckon yeah, but I better call Karen," he replied.
Karen is the girlfriend. Unlike Melissa, she never questions Darren's interest in spending so much time with another man. He told her that we're mates – mates with a ten year age difference who stay over with each other in cheap hotels – and she seems to accept that. No questions, no worries.
Perhaps she has no imagination or is utterly stupid. Or perhaps she knows she's onto a good ticket being the female partner in his double life and is happy to play along while his landscape gardening work continues to bring steady cash in.
Pity I hadn't chosen a wife like that. I wouldn't be sitting here now wondering by how much my savings were going to get screwed over.
He nipped outside to call Karen from the corridor. For some reason he doesn't like me to hear him talk to her. I know she expects him to say 'love you' over and over before he ends the call, so maybe it's that he doesn't want me to hear.
He doesn't say 'love you' to me and I don't say 'love you' to him. We're not that kind of lovers. We don't even buy Valentines cards to give to each other.
We're the kind of lovers who have sex and look out for each other. I keep his bank balance healthy when things don't work out for him, and he makes sure he's always there for me when I need him like I did right now.
It wasn't always sex and sympathy that Darren served up, though. I'd had a problem a couple of years ago with a hook-up who'd got too clingy and the guy had started hanging around the car park at the surgery I was working at back then. The bloke was turning nasty at my lack of interest in commitment, and the threats and abuse were becoming serious. I had a word with Darren and that was the end of it. I don't know what he did but he has a few choice mates who can be very persuasive.
He came back into the room. "Yeah, I can stop over. Do you want me to nip out and bring us some bevvies back? Help drown your sorrows…"
I nodded and smiled. "That would be nice."
"Don't suppose yer've got twenty quid knockin' around, have you?"
I chuckled. "There's about a hundred in my wallet. Take whatever you need."
Darren grinned. "You're the best, mate."
I suppose that's his way of saying 'love you' to me.
While he was out, I unpacked my stuff and made the room more homely since it was highly probable I was going to end up living in it over Christmas. It would take a few weeks before I could find somewhere decent to rent, especially with the holidays coming up and all the letting agencies being closed for days at a time.
In spite of how upset I felt, I hoped that Darren would want to have sex with me once we'd had a few drinks together. My cock was still disappointed from having been withdrawn so abruptly from Patrick's cosy rump and my balls felt full and heavy in the briefs I'd hastily pulled back on.
The problem was – and it was a problem that had blighted our otherwise satisfying relationship right from the start – Darren doesn't like anal. He doesn't like taking it up him and, perhaps more surprisingly for a guy who calls himself 'mainly straight', he sure as hell doesn't like dishing it out.
We've tried it every which way and with every possible means of making it more comfortable for him. But he says he just doesn't enjoy the bummier aspects of gay sex and prefers instead that we focus our attentions on each other's cocks.
He calls it frot – he found the name on some website made by gay guys who share his aversion of involving the exhaust pipe in their sex – and the vast, vast majority of times, that's how we make love.
I guess that's why I seek out other men for fun. I find anal sex with other men exhilaratingly erotic and, for me, it is very important that I get to penetrate whoever my companion is. I'm very much a top when it comes to man-on-man action and, while I do enjoy some of the dick-rubbing and ear-nibbling stuff, I feel a bit short-changed by the end of the evening I haven't got to finish off up the other bloke's bum.
That's not to say that Darren and I never have anal when we're having sex. Occasionally – very occasionally – he'll let me fuck him as a special treat. Like when I've been 'a good boy', such as when I had him fitted out with an Armani suit to be the best man at his mate's wedding. Or when it was my birthday and he'd forgotten to get me anything.
And even more infrequently, he'll want to fuck me which I also enjoy. One night, many years ago, when he was rat-arse drunk and was raised to full-mast when we'd got into bed, he'd surprised me by rolling me over and giving me an especially energetic shagging. I'd been so turned-on that I'd blown my nut without even touching myself.
But that sort of thing is very rare. I could count on one hand the number of times his dick has pushed its way up my eager tush.
Which is strange because, once he's up there and into it, he always seems to love doing his thing on my back. He's quickly sweating onto my shoulder blades and panting against my neck, and invariably has an especially powerful orgasm with his cock deeply rammed right up inside me.
As I arranged my toiletries on the shelf in the bathroom, I figured that if there was any sex tonight, Darren would insist it was frot. I hadn't been a good boy – quite the reverse – and now that Karen was serving up sex on demand, he never gets horny or desperate enough to ask me to bend over for him.
We'd kneel on the bed in front of each other and one of us – him probably – would hold our cocks firmly together. Then we'd both thrust ourselves up into the tube made by his fingers and thumb, working the undersides of our manhoods against each other as we humped in unison inside the grip of his hand.
"This is proper bloke sex," he'd told me the time we'd first tried it. "We're not pretendin' like one of our arses is a minge… we're not doin' it like one of us is the man and one's the woman…"
"Hmm… I dunno…" I'd said, several light years from being convinced.
"We both mainly get pleasure from our cocks, right?" he'd asked, no doubt recalling the hogwash on that website he'd found so inspiring. "Well, this way we both get off at the same time and we're doin' it in a way that only two fellas can."
I knew what he was saying – that anal sex between two men is basically a second-rate simulation of straight vaginal sex – but I didn't agree with it. Maybe that was true in prisons and on oil rigs and what-have-you, but for me it held an appeal all of its own and I certainly never thought of my partner in female terms when I was enjoying myself against his big, hairy buttocks.
"I like it when we fuck," I'd told him flatly. "I don't mind which way we do it, I just like my gay sex to come arse-flavoured."
He'd grinned at that but he'd remained steadfastly adamant. "You can do what you like with other blokes, Seb, but with me it's just cock fun."
"But I don't think -"
He'd shushed me and insisted: "That's the way it is."
It had been a take it or leave it offer and I'd decided to take it. And apart from the odd special occasion (and to me they were always very special occasions!), that's the way it has always remained.
We suck, we sixty-nine and we finish ourselves off with good clean frot. But anything involving the backdoor – even just a little humping of each other's butt-cracks or having me delicately lick around his hairy pucker – is strictly out of bounds.
"No, Seb," he'd assert, if I so much as try to sneak a finger between his cheeks. "Arses are for shitting through, not for sex."
That stupid fucking website, I'd think, for the thousandth time. Damn the prissy little pansy who churned out all that bullshit.
One positive aspect of frot was that we got to really focus on kissing each other while we were humping away inside the clench of his fist. But there were ways of kissing during anal too, as I'd just demonstrated with Patrick, and so it wasn't like that held a significant appeal.
Often during frot, Darren would keep saying, "This is great, Seb! This is so fucking hot!"
I often wondered if he was trying to persuade me or himself that rubbing our cocks together – basically one of us masturbating the two of us at the same time – was really that enjoyable.
But I persevered with it and on the rare occasions anal was added to the menu, it was me who would be calling out, "Oh god this is awesome! It's so hot to fuck you!"
And he knew full well towards which of us my enthusiasm was directed.
When Darren got back with some beers and a bottle of whiskey, he said, "It's cleared up nicely out there. The rain's stopped and the stars have come out."
"Not such a nice night for me," I muttered glumly.
To which he smirked and said, "Maybe I'll find a way of cheering you up!"
We sprawled out together on the bed, him drinking beer and me on the whiskey, watching some TV show about cosmetic surgery. I snuggled into his armpit and he stroked my hair. For a 'mainly straight' guy he was surprisingly comfortable that we share such moments of affection.
I'd once asked him if he enjoyed lying in similar way with Karen.
"We don't do it, mate," he'd declared with a shrug. "We're not that lovey-dovey. She says she likes her own space and I'm happy to give her it!"
"What about all the 'love you' stuff you say to her on the phone?"
"She says it to me so I say it back," he said. "I don't think it actually means that much."
I wasn't sure if he was underplaying the emotional bond between them for my benefit or if his relationship with Karen really was so superficial.
It's like that with Darren: I've never been able to work him out on lots of different levels. He's a complex guy, and maybe that's why I've remained so fascinated by him for all these years.
I took a swig from my whiskey and said, to the TV more than to him, "That doctor's a fraud. You wouldn't inject her face with filler like that. In six month's time she's gonna look like a trout."
"Do you want to fuck me?" he said.
I swivelled my head round. I'd just been expecting some banal response about her being pretty enough to not need surgery at all.
Unwilling to risk the moment by checking that I'd heard him properly, I replied, "Of course I do!"
He smiled, not at me but still looking at the telly.
I said, "I haven't exactly been a good boy, though, have I?"
"I think you need it, mate. Bitchface interrupted your fun earlier…"
He always calls Melissa 'bitchface'.
"… so it's only fair you get to finish off what you started!"
"Now?" I asked him.
He looked at me and nodded. His eyes, as I'd often observed, were a lovely warm shade of brown, in contrast to Melissa's cold steely blue. "But I might need a drink from your whiskey to get me… er… ready!"
"Have the rest of the bottle," I chuckled, climbing off the bed and already unbuttoning my shirt.
If this was his way of comforting me, I wasn't complaining. The infrequency of our anal couplings made the rare moments of physical connection we enjoyed together all the more intense.
He sat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a large measure of whiskey. Gesturing towards me to see if I wanted my glass refilling, I shook my head. I wanted to stay clear-headed during our sex. I got to be inside him so sporadically I wanted to remember every detail of it.
"Why do you like bumming me so much?" he asked, before gulping down the whisky like it was fizzy pop.
I didn't like the phrasing but I let it go.
"I like that our bodies are joined together, Darren," I told him, unfastening my belt. "My cock, which – as you've said yourself – is the focus of male pleasure, is completely surrounded by the lovely, soft warmth of your gorgeous bum. To me that's very powerful and beautiful."
"When I do it to you, it feels weird," he divulged.
"You usually get excited when you're doing it," I reminded him. "You've never had any trouble cumming up my bum!"
"Yeah, once I'm up you it's okay. It's gettin' it up there that feels weird. Pushing my cock up the hole you shit through… knowing why it's sticky and slippery up there while my knob's slowly sliding through it…"
"I can't really help that," I shrugged. "It is an exit, as well as an entrance."
"Yeah, and I'm not sayin' you can. I'm just tellin' you why I don't like pushin' my dick up there."
"So why don't you like me doing it to you?" I asked him. I was pleased that we were having this conversation at last.
"I don't like feeling like a woman," he said, taking another swig from his glass. "I don't like having to open my legs so that another bloke can get his cock up me… I don't like lying there, feeling a big, sweaty fella pantin' and slobberin' while he uses my bum as a fuckin' cum dumpster."
I felt a bit hurt that he'd viewed sex with me in that way and I asked him if he didn't want me to penetrate him tonight.
"The offer's still there," he said, standing up and starting to undress. "I think it's important for you, Seb. I'm not selfish enough to think it's all about me."
I finished undressing down to my briefs and watched Darren slowly and a little unsteadily hitch off his clothes. He had a lovely body – all lithe and muscular – and when I'd described his bum as gorgeous I hadn't been over-egging it.
I decided that I'd use what he'd told me to try and improve our occasional anal forays in the hope of making him enjoy them more.
If the cruddiness up my bum was such a turn-off for him, I could get hold of an enema kit to have a discreet wash-out before we made love. A lot of guys enjoy the dirtier side of bum sex, but if Darren was one who didn't and that was the reason he was resistant to us doing it, his issues might easily be addressed with a few short, sharp squirts.
Darren whipped his boxer briefs off – a tightly-fitting Hollister pair I'd brought him back from an epidemiology conference in London – and got on the bed on all fours ready to be mounted.
I pulled my own briefs off and was about to get on the bed behind him to start licking the sumptuously hairy crack between his cheeks, when I realised that this was part of the second problem he'd described.
He'd probably licked out countless girls' pussies while they were in this position before he'd shuffled up behind them and worked his dick up inside them. Having me do it to him was making him feel like he was being treated like a girl.
So I said, "Turn around, mate. I want to see you from the front. Your cock is magnificent… give me a nice long look at it."
He did as I said and swivelled around so that he was kneeling in front of me. His cock hung down limp over his big hairy ballsack. It looked forlorn – frightened almost – of what my excited version was about to do.
"You can't fuck me like this, Seb," he slurred with a drunken chuckle.
"I don't want to fuck you yet. I want to enjoy your lovely cock and your massive pair of bollocks."
He giggled again and then reached for the whiskey. I stopped him grabbing the glass and said, "No, Darren – you've had enough. I want you to enjoy this too and I want you to remember it."
He shrugged and left the glass well alone. "Come on then, mate. Have a little play with the family jewels…"
I lay down on the bed in front of Darren, prostrate as if I was paying homage to what he had between his legs, and reached up to gently stroke the soft, pudgy flesh of his drooping cock. I massaged it tenderly, kneading its pliable shaft between my fingers, and he moaned in encouragement as I felt it twitch and thicken.
Darren's sexuality was built very much on the enjoyment he got from his cock. He liked his balls being played with to a lesser extent, but the rest of him – his arse, his nipples, his feet and his ear lobes – seemed to provide him with little, if any, sexual stimulation.
His cock, though, was also extremely sensitive; I knew that very well. When fully hard, it had to be handled delicately. The head, in particular, was prone to making him wince and recoil if not fondled and tongued very softly and gently.
Perhaps that was why he took such issue with pushing his organ up my bum. Perhaps the sensation of sliding his cock head up through my rectum was intensified for him in a way that it wasn't for other men with less discerning members.
I wondered if, instead of an enema kit, a simple condom might help him overcome his misgivings.
I groped at his balls, more for my enjoyment than his, but focussed mainly on pleasuring his cock, caressing it and squeezing it as it slowly lengthened and started rising outwards.
"Your cock is amazing, Darren," I told him, making him grin.
"It's not as big as yours," he pointed out, hardly for the first time, reducing its importance to a measurement on a ruler.
"I don't care about that – you know I don't," I smiled. For God's sake, there was barely an inch in it when all said and done. "I love how it smells, how it tastes… I want to kiss it and lick and suck it 'til it's all hard and shiny."
"Less talk, more action," he laughed and I craned my head in to worship his beautiful organ with my lips and tongue.
First off, I took a long, lingering sniff of him, from the tip of his cock head poking out from his foreskin down to his dense wiry bush, rich with his strong, manly pube sweat.
"Fuck that's nice!" I said, peeling his foreskin back so I could inhale the sharpness of his ripening helmet.
As I gently kissed and licked him, feeling his shaft growing and stiffening against my lips, I wondered how I was going to fuck him while keeping the focus on his penis. That was going to be the key to helping him enjoy it: emphasizing his masculinity and how attractive his cock is, even while mine was – as he would see it – using him like he was a woman.
I took him into my mouth and sucked him properly. He loved the feel of that and groaned, holding my head with both hands, using my face like a fleshlight to slurp up and down the length of his meat.
I wondered if perhaps we should stop describing anal sex as 'fucking' and 'shagging' and other words he might use with girls. He'd chosen to call it 'bumming' earlier which I didn't like, but maybe that sort of language would help him discriminate the way we made love as two men from what he did with women.
All the times I'd been calling out how I much loved screwing him and how great it was to bang him hard and deep, instead of turning him on he'd been lying there thinking how wrong it felt to have stuff like that done to him as a man. From now on, I'd use other words to describe our lovemaking: I could just about stomach saying 'bumming' if he was happier with that, but maybe I could think up more terms to describe two men having anal.
After all, he'd already told me that was why he liked the idea of frot so much – because it was a word and an act specific to sex between men.
I pulled off his cock, now fully hard and glistening, and smiled up at him. "Open your legs a bit, Darren… I fancy some brown sauce to go with my sausage!"
He laughed down me, "You dirty fucker!"
But he did as I asked, and opened his legs for me to rim him.
Normally I'd call it licking him out and tell him how warm and velvety he was back there. But I could see now why he didn't like me tonguing his arsehole, it was so similar to what he must do in his more intimate moments with Karen.
I pushed my face between his thick muscular thighs and pushed my nose and mouth into the furrow between his buttocks. He was always whiffy in his crack and rimming him had little in common with giving oral to a woman, so with hindsight it had been quite foolish of me to have stressed the tenuous similarities.
I licked him thoroughly, enjoying the strong meaty smell so ripe in his crack, first around his tight little hole and then working my tongue as deep as I could up inside him.
I pulled out for breath and he asked, a little worried like he sometimes gets, "Is it okay, Seb? I mean, I dunno how clean I am…"
I smiled up at the thick forested line of his cleft, now wet with my spit, and was going to say it was as sweet as honey or some shit like that.
But realising that might not actually be what he needed to hear, I stopped myself and instead called up, "I told you I like my sex to be arse-flavoured…"
He asked again, "Is it okay, though?"
"Okay?" I chuckled. "My cock's so hard it hurts! I think my helmet's gone numb!"
He laughed, "Well, fuckin' go for it mate! Give me a good hard brown-tonguing!"
Brown-tonguing! That could well turn out to be our new name for it. It sounded a lot less girlie than licking him out!
He grabbed my head again and ground my face up between his big, solid cheeks. I lapped at his hole like I was feeding on its juices and he worked his bum up and down as he sat on my eager face.
I'd never known him get so into being rimmed. From now on, surely, this would no longer be a no-go area!
I pulled off and moved forwards again and we laughed at each other, as if revelling in our new-found fun.
Then he said, "Come on, mate. This fuckin' cock's not gonna suck itself!"
And I craned my neck up to consume his length again, smacking my lips noisily up and down its straining girth.
Then I let it go with a raucous slurp and said, "I wanna dooky your butthole while I suck your big knob!"
"Fuckin' dooky away, mate, whatever that is!"
I got back to sucking him but now worked a couple of fingers up his bum. He quickly got into it – for the first time seemed to actually enjoy having his arsehole fingered – and pushed his bum down against the sliding movements of my fingers, loving having his cock sucked while I worked them in and out.
"Ah, that's fuckin' well nice, that is! Come on, dooky my arse, Seb… rough as yer like!"
I was loving sucking him off with my fingers pushing as far as they could up into his bowels but I wanted to see if we could go the whole way. My cock was aching and dribbling its goo onto my stomach, and when it gets like that there's only one destination it has on its mind.
I pulled off him and said, "I wanna bum you up your arse!"
He laughed at my vulgarity but I saw his cock head lose its glossy sheen, withering slightly at the prospect of its owner getting fucked.
He moved to turn around and was no doubt about to get on all fours again, but I stopped and said, "I want you to ride me, Darren. Ride my cock like you're on that motorbike you used to have!"
Now he looked more interested – I'd thought he would be. He used to love driving around on his motorbike, feeling all butch and having the girls check him out in his sexy leathers. Maybe riding me like that would bring back some of those feelings. It would certainly be very different from having to bend over with his legs splayed open and having me grunting and grinding on top of his back.
I lay down on my back and Darren grinned as he crouched over me. We'd tried it this way before – with him on top – but his girlfriend probably straddled him sometimes and, now that I thought of it, he'd said something about not liking it because he felt 'like a fuckin' lap dancer'.
I had to stop that thought popping back into his head.
"I love that I can see your cock right in front of me," I told him. It did look nice, but there was a definite droop in it now. "I reckon I could suck you off while I'm fu… I mean, while you're wanking me off with your arse!"
He thought about that and his broadening smile showed he liked it.
As he lowered his just-licked arsehole down onto the head of my cock, he chuckled and said, "I suppose that's all bummin' is, when you think about it…"
I could have replied that that's pretty much all any sex is whichever hole you're using, but instead I just smiled up at him.
My cock slid easily into his well-lubed rectum – he never had any problems with taking me even though I'm pretty thick – and he smirked and went on, "Yeah, I'm just wankin' you off slidin' my arse up and down your knob…"
His butt-cheeks made landfall, his bollocks nuzzling into my pubes, and he started squatting upwards to slide his arsehole back up my broad girth.
"This is actually quite nice," he said. "I don't know what's different, but I'm kind of enjoying it…"
"Grab my shoulders like you're on your motorbike," I suggested.
He did that, gasping "Oh yeah!", and his cock throbbed with the head swelling shiny, pointing towards me underneath his belly.
I told him, "Your cock looks amazing… really big and horny!"
I leaned forwards and managed to lick the oozing tip of it as he worked his arse more quickly up and down its slightly bigger cousin.
"See if you can suck it, Seb," he panted as he bucked his hips back and forth.
I craned my neck as far as I could and managed to get my mouth across the pulsating head of it. He liked that hugely and started thrusting more roughly, his arsehole making slurping noises on my cock in time with his own jabbing clumsily in and out of my mouth.
I grabbed his waist and bucked my hips up against him, meeting the pounding of his bum down onto my crotch.
"Work it, Darren," I gasped. "Wank my dick off really hard and fast!"
He pushed himself upwards and hunkered over me, hammering his backside up and down with rapid, powerful lunges.
He grabbed his own quivering erection and started jerking his foreskin really quickly back and forth. That was a first: he was almost always limp when he had my cock inside him.
"This is as hot as fuck, mate!" he called out. "Who'd 'ave thought I'd like gettin' bummed up me arse! I'm like a right fuckin' nancy-boy!"
That seemed to turn him on even more and he was practically slamming his buttocks against my hips making our two swollen pairs of knackers jiggle up and down and whack against each other.
Even as my orgasm gathered, it amused me that feeling he was taking a female position was an out-and-out passion killer for him, but thinking of himself in gay terms seemed to really light his wick.
I'd always avoided too much gay talk – him being a 'mainly straight' Leeds lad after all – but perhaps that had been misguided.
"Fuckin' take it!" he snarled down at me. "Feel my arse using you… giving it to you!"
I beamed up at him as my cock started erupting. There was too much of my cum for his bowels to take and it squirted out of his hole, getting thick dirty gobs on my pubes and nuts as his bum kept frantically milking my shaft.
He wanked himself furiously, using my cock deep inside him to maximise his pleasure. He was bucking up and down so roughly that my cum was turning frothy, bubbling out of his hole and splattering across the pair of like hot milky coffee.
His own floodgates opened without warning and long white strings of his cum started firing out of his friction-reddened slit.
I craned my neck back towards him and said, "Don't waste it all, mate!"
He liked that and directed his cock to feed me with the relentless squirts of his spunk, calling out, "Eat it, Seb! Come on, drink it down!"
And once I'd managed to get it in my mouth instead of all over my face, that's exactly what I did.
As his climax passed and the pumping of his cock started to ease, he grinned down at me and called out, "Whoa! What the fuck was that?"
I smiled back up at him. "Turns out, young Darren, that you're a power bottom, mate!"
Still squatting over me with my cock softening up inside him, he asked what that was.
"It just means that you don't mind having a cock up your bum, but only if you're in the dominant role."
He nodded and pulled off me before clambering off the bed. "That sounds about right… yeah… I suppose it's obvious that I would want to do it like that when you think about it!"
His belly and chest were covered in thick white splashes of his cum and he had dirtier dribbles of mine trickling down the insides of his thighs.
"Pity it didn't occur to us eight years ago," I muttered a touch forlornly.
"Well, we know now," he chuckled more brightly. "We'll have to try it again… see how else I like your cock up me!"
All the years I'd waited to hear him say something like that! All the long nights of rubbing our dicks together that I'd had to endure!
There was a knock at the door and a voice from outside.
"Sebastian! Open the door! We need to talk!"
Darren and I stared wide-eyed at each other, like two naughty boys who'd been caught with their pants down.
"It's Melissa!" I whispered, glancing down at the two shades of semen splashed across my stomach and thighs. "She must have got the room number from reception!"
"Do you want me to hide in the bathroom?" Darren asked. "Pretend I'm not here…?"
I thought about it – was about to say yes – and then suddenly, impulsively, I decided against it.
"No, just pull your shorts back on," I told him, doing the same with my Calvins. "Why the fuck should you hide?"
Melissa kept knocking. "I know you're in there! Come on, open up! I want to talk to you…"
I opened the door and my wife made a half-smile at me before suddenly catching sight of Darren in his boxers standing by the messed-up bed.
"Melissa," I smiled, "this is Darren. I've been seeing him, on and off, for the last eight years."
She stared over at him, stunned, and he just smirked back at her. He'd finally got to meet bitchface and I could see that he was enjoying the moment.
"Watcha," he quipped at her. And then, glancing down at his chest and what was dribbling down between his legs, added, "You'll have to excuse all the spunk. We weren't expectin' company."
Melissa peered back at me and I asked, with all the pleasantness I could muster with Darren's seed spattered all over my face, "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"
And with that Melissa turned and walked away and I knew that my choice was very much made.
I closed the door and smiled over at Darren. And he grinned back and said, "You're the best, Seb!"
sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk


Monday: Spinning class at Europa pools when I can get through. Then home to try and configure the new broadband connection. Just squeezed into the class at West Kirby and logged it on the Forerunner 50. From the look of things I'm running at about 75 to 80% as I've picked up a cold. Once I've got enough data I'll start overlaying data from various classes. Barbara,s classes should be easy as the music tracks are the same week in week out.
Then it was off to Europa Pools for the class I had originally booked. There were only 6 of us in this class but I was first reserve as it was down as full. Sheila,s classes are the total opposite of Barbara,s she is out to lookout for her girls. Donny Osmond got a mention as she had been to see him. Just as well Donny doesn't do anything to spin to.
As it was it was a relaxed class, I mentioned to everybody that I had just done West Kirby and the reply was that it couldn't have been much good as I was fit enough to do another. The data I have says you take it easy in the second class, stands to reason you can't do two of them at the same intensity.
Shower, home, and the new broadband connection to sort out. Oh and write it up while trying to watch Diehard 4. An interesting day.
Tuesday: Work. Maybe a class after work have to see how it goes.
Managed to get a class at West Kirby, someone must have upset Barbara as the class was changed and you wouldn't get saddlesores in this class as we were never in it.
To confound it all I couldn't get the Forerunner 50 to pair with the Garmin cheststrap I took as I now have two. I timed the class but had no data which was a shame as it would have been good to compare the classes especially with what happened later.
I've only had the new broadband connection a day and decided I needed to see what the Garmin Connect account was about. After messing around with the login password I managed to get the page up. There is already some data in it and looking at it, it was tonights class. This I initially found strange as I'm not wearing the watch, it's still in the gym bag in the hall. The bluetooth USB stick had detected its presence and uploaded the data to the site, brilliant stuff. With the 705 due out soon it's going to mean an automatic upload of data as soon as you walk in the room.
Just seen the Dave Llyod mega challenge on July 2008. This sounds like an event I want to do on mt own at one stage. Never mind the official event it's just a challlenging route to do maybe once in a lifetime.
Wednesday: Ride day. Maybe a trip out with the NorthEnd. The last two weeks have been a tad slow and I need to get back into it. I'm starting to think about next year now as this year is going to take some beating. L'Etape du Tour sounds like some thing worth a giving go. I've had a good time doing the Audaxes and they cost peanuts compared to the sportif events.
Rode out to the Eureka via the cash machine at Gayton roundabout and ended going to Utkinton Garden Centre. I've promised to post a link to the ride route and I'm in the process of doing it. 69 miles for me and a pleasant day out.
Link to Map of ride. opens in a new window.
Only took one photo one the ride and that was the North End fixing a puncure at the Cafe.
The ride out was fine with Jack leading the ride. The only thing of note was my new backlight bouncing down the road. I managed to loose the clip in the process. The new Cateye EL530 fitted to the Toys Aero bar so the front was taken care of it turned dark.
Back to the Eureka as we were mustering outside for the ride there is a familiar Garmin bleep. I look around at mine as it should have been switched off and it was. The bleeps are coming from a chap in CSC gear with a 205 on the stem. Turns out he knows me from visiting the site. He then strikes up a conversation with "young" Sandra who is well chuffed with the compliment.
Fast forward back to the ride, before we got to the Cafe there was a section of road that had all the hedges cut, badly. The road was a mess, the NorthEnd opted to walk, I rode on picking the best line sure that 100 psi would see me through. Well I got to the next junction and waited and I did think about turning back but the Cafe was just up the road so I rode on knowing that first at the counter meant I was going to get fed first too.
Jacket potato with tuna mayo for me and it turns out Sandra has ordered the same. A bit later as we had finished the Chester Road Club with Ray turned up. Ray got ne started on the routplanning on Marrengo and although our paths have diversified we still meet up for the Audaxes.
More a bit later I'm off to the spinning class.
Thursday: Tried to get a new bracket for the Cateye rear light without much luck. Not riding today but will do a spinning class to get the recomended half an hour in a day.
Barbara,s spinning class at West Kirby. This is the fifth class this week. Water bottle got topped up before the class along with a few weights. Logged the class on the Forerunner 50 which had an average heartrate of 142 BPM. with 169 as a max.
I've done enough classes to know what is good for me. I don't do seated climbs full stop in a spinning class. Barbara is calling out all these climbs in the seat and from what I can gather the rest of the class is dialing it in.
This is not what I want so I don't do it. I'm not looking to bulk up and I would think 99% of the women aren't either. Most of it is a question of tension. Why struggle to turn an impossible gear when if you were on a bike you would select a lower gear full stop.
I spin up hills these days and apart from going out with the likes of the NorthEnd where the pure climbers drop you it works pretty well.
Friday: Ride day.Decided to do a circular Wirral ride as the sun was out and I wanted to be back early. As it turned out I should have had a go at the Steve Cummings training ride again but it was a good day all the same.
The forecast was good and it wasn't a day for the Aldi Winter gear but there was enough wind to make me put on the Discovery Channel Windshell. Stopped at New Brighton to take pictures of the swans on the boating lake and again at the cycle path leading to Moreton. It was really quiet out, even the front at Seacombe was deserted. I'd booked a spinning class at Europa pools on the way out as this looked like it was going to be an easy day.
First stop was Morrisons in West Kirby for the Afternoon Tea for £1.99. Pot of tea, 1/2 an egg sandwich and a scone. This was 21 miles in and it was 11 o'clock. Most of the others seemed to be having full english breakfasts brought out. The car park chaos takes some beating and it was a good job I wasn't in a rush to get out as the exit out of the shop is half blocked by a poppy stall and a firework stall. No messing around taking the flat route out of West Kirby these days it's straight up the hill.
The benefit is going down the other side. Thurstaton cutting is the next climb and once past the Cottage Loaf I took the cycle path. Where it finishes by Mere Lane another rider in Discovery Channel kit passes me but he is on the other side of the road.
Next stop for a Gel and a bit of water is Parkgate. then it is up the road to Neston where I catch site of a rider in front. He gets passed before the Wheatsheaf and I push on a bit knowing he is having a good go. Our paths diverge at Denhall lane where I go down it for the first time.
There is a Bentley on the back of a lorry blocking the road at the bottom but I squeeze by, once along the front it is the modest climb back up to Burton then along to Puddington. Next stop is the Eureka.
I end up spending 2 hours here talking to people I've bumped in to, American Dave is there telling us about his session on the track at the velodrome. The Sunlight all came down in their cars for some reason as November days don't get much better than this. We talked about Dave Llyods ride in the summer, this looks to be the toughest thing in the UK 140 miles up the steepest climbs in North Wales. You could do a couple of these and say youve had a good ride but this has about 12 of them in.
It could become a classic.
On the way home I decide to give the missing Link another chance and it proves to be OK. Further on by Thorton Hough I come up upon Charlie and see him take avoiding action from a horse that takes fright and sidesteps across the road into his path. We ride together until our paths diverge past Thornton Manor. The ride was 46 miles at my own pace, the headwind was a drag but I was just looking to have a good time on my own.
A bit less mileage than I had planned but I shouldn't have spent so much time yapping but at least I had the spinning class to fall back on. I didn't set any records in Sheila,s class, average heartrate was 130 bpm but the class wasn't structured to break any records. The new Forerunner 50 doesn't count calories like the Aldi HRM but it does log the whole class. I've moved on a bit from the calorie counting, now it's about logging the spinning sessions. It would be wrong to compare instructors classes as they so different you may burn more calories in one than another but does it really matter at the end of the day? Another good day, I can't ask for more than that.
Sunday: Work.Not planning to do much. Maybe half an hour on the bike to try the lights out again. It's just a question of the running time now I know what the LED colours mean. Two days riding for the week wasn't too bad and I did get 6 spinning classes in as well as a set of weights.
Author frankkinlanPosted on October 21, 2007 Categories Garmin Edge3 Comments on Garmin Edge 605 and 705 Maps.
It gets a bit vocal in West Kirby at times but I've never seen anyone tipped off their bike. Fallen off their bike yes but never tipped off. Classic stuff.