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Warm water and a profusion of bubbles in the

spacious, heated and low lit tub (in-floor); the

room aglow with soft light of scented candles

(spruce or "country  pine"); Szymanowski's Preludes

on stereo, and sparkling grape juice in glass flutes:

haters, bullies and prudes call this event "girly."

Clad in quilted robes and semi-sheer socks, the boyfriends

enter (nineteen or twenty-years old that autumn).  They

drop the robes, only. Almost naked and obviously aroused

already, they lean in to each other, kiss, and enter the

tub.  The fragrant water receives and gently caresses their

bodies as they tenderly caress each other.  Their torsos'

prominent features and their lofters' taut seamstrings exchange

collated sensations of exquisitely intimate pleasure.  Then

five-fold surges begin the launch of their core-confected sweetstuff, 

released in glistening strings that achieve splashdown on the water's

placid surface, among the multiplicity of bubbles.  Interference of

imposed inhibitions and contrary societal expectations no

longer concern them; and these BoyFriends gladly know that their

e'lated buoyance is most definitely not "girly."

Starward