0 comments/ 24382 views/ 1 favorites My Patriot By: tc64 I love business trips. They allow me to have a hotel room all to myself, something I never get in my personal life. I pick the restaurants I eat at, bars I drink at and can set my schedule at my convenience which always includes plenty of "play" time. My last trip was no exception. What was essentially a 2 hour meeting in the middle of the day turned into a 4pm arrival in Boston the day before and a noon flight on the day after the meeting. That gave me play time two nights in a row and with a late flight out, I could sleep in after a long night up. Another thing I love about business travel is free wireless internet. I take my laptop and can do whatever I want online without fear of prying eyes. It has all my internet bookmarks and anywhere I want to surf, is right at my fingertips. Manhunt, chat rooms, X-Tube, you name it, everything is right where I want it. About me. I'm a living, breathing cliché'. The married man who had a gay experience in college, then nothing for another 15 years, only to discover how much he enjoyed the man on man contact and had a preference for younger guys, primarily 20-something athletes. Blame it on that first time, maybe, always trying to relive the initial experience. Enough psychoanalysis, on with the story. So here I am, middle of February in a hotel in Foxborough, I've had dinner and a couple of beers, called the family and begged off a long evening phone call because of "meeting prep" and settled in for a long evening of porn, chat rooms and possibly setting up a hookup. I'm extremely picky. I know what kind of guy I prefer and tend to hold out for only that. As a result, very often I start and end the evening alone and spend my time masturbating like a teenager home alone. My ideal guy is 20ish, very athletic, smooth if possible, my size or smaller. They need to be versatile to a bottom, more submissive than dominant. They don't need to be hung well, but I do prefer they not be built like a pre-teen either. I'm nothing spectacular, 5'11, 205 lbs, shaved head with a goatee and hung 7 x 6 cut, but I've never had anyone run screaming away from me either. I get compliments so I guess I look pretty good. My Manhunt profile spells out my tastes. I leave the Gay site chat rooms up and keep an eye on the profiles of guys entering to see if they fit my tastes. Some do and I hit on them, more often ignored and dissed, however, some will chat. Not all are open to meeting, some are way too eager. I'm OK with that since if not everything fits my comfort level, I back away too. Again, so here I am in Foxborough, surfing the net, cruising online and my first night in, I'm not really seeing anyone that interests me too much. I've got Limewire up and have downloaded Falcon's "The Farmer's Son" and have just about given up on finding anyone for the night. Damn shame, got the hotel room and no one to come visit me. That damn Erik Rhodes in the video has me sorely tempted to expand my preferred type to the bigger, brawny types and his scene with Jason Adonis has me horny beyond belief. Within 30 seconds of each other, I had a chat window pop up on Gay.com and a email come across on Manhunt. Both from NEPTE87. I checked his profiles and they were consistent, which is a good sign. He was 26 years old, 6'2, 235 lbs, ok, so a little bigger then me. Damn, check that, a lot bigger than me. The pics looked good though, muscles, a little hair but really toned well and the partial face pics indicated he was a nice looking guy. I was encouraged but after a little back & forth, it was obvious that he wasn't up for anything that night, so I politely played out the conversation while watching the video. The final scene involved big Erik and Jamie Donovan and had me worked into a sweaty crescendo. Like I said, seeing the big burly muscle guys on the screen had me thinking "why not?" and NEPTE87 sure fit they type, from what I could tell. But it was late, he was offline and I needed to cum and when I finally did, I spewed well up my chest and felt drops of my cum hit my chin and lips, which I promptly lapped up. Why waste good cum, right? The rest of the night was uneventful from a contact perspective and I crashed a little after 1:00am and was back up at 7:00am to get ready for my meeting at 11:00am. Done at 1:30 and I spent the afternoon driving around the area, hit a mall, sporting good shop, looked for a video place I'd seen online, not finding it. I think they only come out near dark or something. Finally, back to the hotel for a 2 hour workout and swim in the pool, finishing with a session in the hot tub. The hotel had a nice sauna too, but I figured that would be good for later. The trusty 'ol laptop was still booted up and online, I had a few emails and hits to deal with and then I saw one from my boy, NEPTE87. He was asking if I was still in town tonight (yes I was) and if I was still interested (Hell yes I was). I fired back a note, told him to look for me online and we'd talk some more. A light dinner and I was back in the room, hovering over the laptop. Different from last night, tonight there were several likely prospects online and remarkably, several showed interest in me as well. But for some reason, I was waiting for NEPTE87 to come online and see what might happen. Sometime after 8, he was back. First an email that I replied to, then he opened an IM window and we were talking. "Looking for some company?" he asked "Might be," I answered "got some time to spare?" "What you got in mind?" he fires back. I explained again the scenes I was comfortable with and what I liked to do. "Sounds fucking hot!" he told me. A little more chit chat and I was more confident about him, confident enough to give him my location and room number. He told me it would be about 15 minutes, I said OK and then he was gone. In exactly 12 minutes, I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and all I could see was a massive chest inside a Patriots sweatshirt. I opened the door and looked up at my visitor and suddenly flashed back to the video from the night before. Nice. This could be fun. "Come on in," I told him, "I'm Paul" "Matt," he answered in a slight NE twang. "good to meet you" "How much time do you have?" I asked, remembering him saying something earlier about a later commitment. "Got an hour or so, let's not waste any time." he said, reaching out and stroking my crotch, his eyes fixed in front of him on my fly. Matt's other hand reached out too and he nimbly undid my belt and jeans, pulling the material down in one swift motion, exposing just my Calvin Klein briefs with a rapidly hardening cock inside. His massive frame kneeled forward and stopped down in front of me. As he settled on his knees, he stripped his sweatshirt off, exposing his firmly muscled chest and shoulders, his massive arms rippled as he grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them to my knees. "Fuck that's a beautiful cock!" he mutters. I was rock hard and in full glory as this massive stud was obviously about to engorge himself on the dripping rod just inches from his face. Swiftly, he opened his mouth and started licking, sucking, nibbling and massaging my needy organ, the sensations blasting up through my loins as he worked. "Ahhhhhhh, feels so good!" I moaned out loud. "Don't stop big boy." "Mmmmmphhh, fuck no," I heard him say, "tastes too good, daddy" Matt kept licking and sucking, working his way up the shaft and down to my swollen balls, swinging with the motion made by his movements along my cock and groin. This giant stud was very good at what he was doing and I could feel the urgent feeling of a coming orgasm after a few minutes of his expert attention. "You keep that up and I'm gonna blow." I told him. Matt stopped and looked up at me with a mouthful of cock. His eyes seem to say "So?" and he went back to what he was doing, obviously knowing full well what was about to happen. "Slow it down there stud," I said, "I want this to last a little while and you're gonna finish me off anytime" Matt continued working on my cock, deep-throating me over and over until I could feel the rumbling from deep within. I grabbed the sides of his head and tried to pull him back but he was too strong and once I felt the resistance, I stopped and reversed the pressure, keeping him firmly locked on my cock as the cum began boiling through. Matt's greedy mouth was like an industrial vacuum and as I felt the jets blasting inside him and then he increased the sucking pressure until I thought he was going to pull my balls through my cock as well. He pulled off me with an audible "POP" as my swollen head flicked saliva and sperm into the air. Matt smiled up at me and licked his lips. "Good load there, daddy. Just what I was needing" "Damn boy, that was intense, it must have been a while for you!" "Your cock is awesome man, I can't get enough of it." Matt said as he idly played with my still-swollen shaft. "Let me see what you got, pal." I said as I pulled him up to the sofa over by the window. Not as nimbly as he did, but I pulled his sweatpants down exposing a cock that was solid and leaking massive amounts of precum, causing a dark spot on the front of his pants. Not as long as me, not as thick, but still a beautifully shaped and colored cock and I was determined to make him feel as good as he had me. "Man, I came here to get you off," Matt protested, "you don't need to . . . . " "Shut up dude, I need to suck some cock too." I told him, pushed him onto the couch and dove onto his leaking cock, lapping up the sweet nectar of precum before swallowing him to the root in one motion. Now, I'm no pro at cocksucking, but if it's the right size, and Matt's was, I can go to town like the best. Pretty soon, I could feel Matt squirming and could see his balls tighten and I knew his release was close. I backed off his cock until just the head was at my mouth and I looked up at his face with the orgasm gripping him. His eyes met mine and then widened as he started shooting into my open mouth. After the first two bursts, I dove back down and engulfed his still pulsing cock , feeling the jets coursing down my throat arching his groin at me and he continued to fire, four, five six more shots until he groaned his satisfaction and relaxed back on the sofa. I leaned up, swallowed the last of Matt's cum and licked my lips, leaned back down and cleaned his cock as he writhed as the sensation of my tongue and mouth working over his sensitive cock. "Dude, that was awesome, thanks." he told me, breathing hard after his massive orgasm. "Fair's fair!" I told him. I glanced at the clock and about 40 minutes had gone by so far. Damn, great 40 minutes! "Hey, what else do you feel like doing?" Matt asked. "I could use a shower, do you like taking showers with guys? "Actually, I'm not sure I have." Well, that wasn't exactly the truth, but the memory I was thinking of wasn't quite the same as me getting into the hotel shower with this giant 20-something. Matt eased off the couch and kicked his sweatpants free, moving past me into the bathroom. I followed and pulled a few towels down from the rack and put them on the counter while Matt turned on the water, letting it warm up. We climbed into the shower together and let the warm water wash all over us. Matt grabbed the bar of soap and began soaping me up, gently caressing my body from head to toe. I began returning the favor, loving the feeling of this huge muscled body beneath my hands and his strong hands wandering all over my body. My cock, at this point, was still rock hard, never having gone down after cumming earlier. Not totally unusual for me, but definitely an indicator of how much this scene was turning me on. Matt turned to face the spray, washing the suds from his body and then turned back to me. "This is nice." he said and I nodded in agreement. "Ever thought about fucking a guy?" he asked and I guess my expression changed a bit. Fucking has never really been my thing, but at this point right now just about anything sounded good to me. "I would LOVE to feel that cock of yours in me." Matt pleaded with me. "Turn around," I told him, "I want to look at your ass." and he did, and what an ass. Firmly muscled, smooth with just the faintest hint of hair beneath the streams of water. I could still see some soap shining on the surface and I reached out and stroked the round mounds, reaching into his crack and finding the slightly quivering rosebud inside. My cock was raging and I knew at that point that not only was I going to fuck him, but all caution was being thrown out the door and I wanted it just like it was now. I started rubbing the head of my cock along his crack, up and down and gently easing my way further and further inside. "Dude, have you got any lube?" Matt asked, breaking my reverie. "Yeah, reach into that valet bag on the toilet" I told him and he pulled out the bottle of Glyde out that I traveled with. After all, lotion is OK, but real lube is far better to jack off with, and in this case, I was very happy to have it. Matt popped the lid off and squeezed out a large dollop of lube and smeared it into his crack and fingered some inside his hole for me. Then his hand reached back and grasped my cock, wiping off the last of the Glyde onto the shaft. "OK, that's better" Matt said and turned back to face away from me, presenting his now lubed ass for my attention. He reached up and turned the shower away from us and to the wall and then forward, putting his hands on his knees. At this point, I grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my cock and thrust inside his rock-hard ass crack. The lube had a slick sensation between our body parts and I pushed forward, aiming the head towards his lubed hole, pressing firmly but not entering. Matt groaned and eased backwards and I felt the resistance of his ring give way to the irresistible force of my cock and I plunged deeply into him, feeling him shudder. This was my first time fucking a man and I was in heaven. I'm also guessing that he was getting off on it as well, his cock was rock hard again and I would reach around him on occasion and grasp it, tugging and stroking as I sawed in and out of his ass. "Ooohhhhh, god your cock is perfect, Paul!" Matt groaned as I stroked in and out of him. "Glad you like it man, and I'm loving that muscled ass of yours!" I told him, picking up the pace. The sensations were incredible as I smoothly pistoned in and out. Soon, all too soon, I could feel the sensations building again. I knew I was going to cum again and I wondered if I could possibly have any left after the incredible blowjob from before. I continued to stroke his cock as well and could sense his ragged breathing, telling me he was near as well. "Dude, I gonna cum." he grunted as I fucked and stroked. "Me too, man, I'm gonna fill your ass with more cum and you're gonna love it." I told him and with that statement, I could feel him start to buck and I felt the warmth of his cum flooding my hand and I raised it to his mouth and then moved it to mine as we both guzzled the issue. Matt's hand went against the wall in front of him and he push back on me every time I drove into him and I finally grabbed his hips with both hands and sank into him and started dumping a massive load deep into his ass. Then I pulled out, still spraying and coated the his cheeks and lower back with 3 more jets of cum before finally stopping and collapsing back against the back shower wall. Matt turned the shower back on us and grabbed the soap again, cleaning all the cum and lube off both our bodies. He turned off the shower and I pulled the curtain back and grabbed the towels. Matt patted me dry and I did the same to him and we both walked back into the hotel room and flopped down side-by-side on the king sized bed. "That was incredible, man, I can't think of a better way to lose my cherry!" Matt whispered. My shock was evident and I told him "That was my first time too!". We both laughed because we had both assumed the other had fucked before and it was our first times. Hard for me to regret anything as it was an incredibly perfect experience and I could still feel the muscles of his ass around my cock and I knew that this was something I was going to do again sometime. Matt glanced over at the clock and hissed "Damn, I needed to be gone 30 minutes ago! We've got a mandatory meeting at 10:00." He rolled off the bed and hurriedly got redressed as I lay there watching him. He leaned over to me on the bed and kissed me full on the lips, then moved to my cock and gave it a kiss too. "Man, if you're ever back this way, I want to see you again." Matt dropped a business card with his name and number on it. "This has got my cell on it too" and I glanced over, my eye catching the large Patriots logo on the card. "And if you're ever my way, let me know too!" I told him back. Matt waved good-bye and gently closed the door behind him, leaving me still on the bed. Yeah, I just fucked a professional football player, and I liked it. My Patriotic Mother-in-Law September 10, 2001. "Joe’s Bar" "Set them up Joe. I’ve got a little story that you ought to know. I’ve got a tiger by the tail. She is a man eater for sure. Hey Man, don’t give me that funny look. You know the woman. She is in here three days a week. Drinks like a fish. She just walked out with those two guys." "You mean, Sue Ellen? All the guys ask me who she is. I just shrug. What do you know about her?" "A lot Man. I have a strange relationship with her. She is my mother. Her husband had a heart attack when he was thirty-six. Probably because the poor shit did not get any rest. A year after I married her daughter, Sandy, she just up and left me with no explanation other then she wanted to see the world. Last I heard she was traveling with a band, fucking all the members. There I was, alone, with a one year old little girl." "I received a phone call from Sue Ellen. She offering to move in to take care of the child. Well, hell, I was desperate. So I told her that I could use all the help that I could get, and I really would appreciate it if she was around to give me a break once in a while. She has a large inheritance, and has been very generous." "Just one week after she arrived, I was just falling asleep, when I heard her walk into my room. The covers moved, and I felt her laying next to me. "I’m cold," she said, as she pressed her body against my back. When I rolled over, I found that she was naked. She reached into my pajamas and grabbed my cock." Heck, what would you do? I’m human. I slid my stuff off. Sue Ellen dived under the covers. The next thing I knew, she was sucking my cock." With a big grin, Joe exclaimed, "Poor Baby!" "Fuck you. When I was good and hard, she pulled me on to her, and simply said, "Fuck me." It was after one AM before she would let me go to sleep." "Ah, Poor baby." We both laughed. But, I was not getting through to Joe. I had more woman on my hands then I could handle. "Since then, when she sleeps at home, it is in my bed. Yes, she expects to be fucked. A week later, she cooed in my ear that she had some fetishes. She is a fruitcake, let me tell you. She told me that she wanted me to tie her up, put a blind fold on her, and invite at least three men to play with her. As they were pounding hard into her, she was purring like a cat." "Hey I heard something about that. Did not know the name of the woman, or where it happened. The guys did not share that with anyone here." "I never know what I will find when I come home. All she wears during the day is a robe, with nothing on underneath. She loves her "Chivas Regal." By three PM, she will have a buzz on. Several weeks ago, she was in my bed with some dud, when I walked in, she introduced me to him. Still with his cock in her, he reached out sideways to shake my hand. As soon as I let go, she said, "Fuck me." To him." "Never heard of anyone doing that before?" " Hey, I’ve just got started." Joe folded his arm as he leaned back against the counter behind him. "What is your name? I just have to remember all this. Sue Ellen is in here two or three times a week. It sounds like I can make her a major attraction." With that, his head went back and a belly shaking laugh rolled from him. "I’m Ted Watkins. A month ago, she got really gunned. I don’t know what she was thinking, but she took a walk wearing just her robe. Three college boys talked to her. They invited her into one of their homes. They were fucking her, when they heard the father come home. The kids ran out of the rear door. Sue Ellen was laying naked on the master bed, when this guy walks in. He asked her what the hell she was doing there. She gave him a big smile and said, "Fuck me." He did. Then, if you can believe this, he brought her home, and fucked her again. He has been over two times since. The last time, he showed up at just before nine PM. I was sitting on the sofa. Sue Ellen let him in. As they walked toward my bed room, she announced to me, "He is here to fuck me." The guy stopped, looking at me; asks, "You fucking her too." I said "yes." He said, "Hi, I’m Al. Come on in. We can take turns." "I have to admit, it was erotic watching his cock pumping her pussy. Her cunt lips would disappear with the in strokes, and then line the sides of his cock, as he pulled it back. She rides from one orgasm to the next, with little pause. A damn fucking machine. I drove with her to the "Mountaineer" restaurant over in Proctor. Well, we had just sat down, when these two duds walk up. The both see Sue Ellen at the same time. Like long lost friends they rush up to our table. She got us and gave them both a kiss and a hug. Of course she invited them to eat with us. After we ate, we retired to the bar. The bigger dud, by the name of Andy, said, "All the drinks are on me." Sue Ellen laughed. "I’ll drink your ass under the table, Andy Bean." "Hell you will?" "Bet?" "If I win, we take you to the club for a secession. If I go under the table, you can dig out a big five spot." "No one paid any attention to me. The drinks came non-stop. In just over half an hour, Sue Ellen leaned back in her chair as her eyes rolled up in her head. Her "Coke"-"Bacardi" rum drinks before dinner caught up to her. Soon, Sue Ellen and Andy were in the back seat of his car. I could see her legs flailing in the air as I followed them. The other guy, a Don somebody, was driving." The club was the local fish and game club. There were only five more guys there. "Look what I’ve got here," Andy announced as he half carried Sue Ellen in. She was naked from the waist down. Sue Ellen was stripped. Laying on her back propped up by her elbows, she inquired, "Where am I? Oohooo, look at all the sweet guys. Hellllooww! Come to Momma?" "I watched her laying there. Her hair was bleached blonde. Tits were average. Just a little wide in the hips, that flowed to two thin legs that were separated by a four inch space which seemed to invite cocks to come visit. All this on a five foot, seven inch frame that carried an even one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Just right for fucking." "Hold her legs apart." Don said as he shed his clothes. "It is my turn Sue Ellen." "As his cock disappeared into her pussy, she moaned, "Fuck me, Donnie baby." "My best friend, Sonny Thompson ask me to be the best man at his wedding. Sue Ellen answered the phone, taking the message, when he phoned to tell me where the "Bachelor Party" was to be held. "Shit. I don’t have to tell you who showed up. She make it a point to give Sonny a blow job in front of everyone. After he blew his load, she turned and put her ass in the air. Next, she said." With a confused look on his face, Joe asked, "Maybe I’m missing something here. Just what is your problem? Sounds like you have all the free pussy that you want. If she didn’t share it with others, neither you or any other guy could last very long with that woman, don’t you think?" Now that you put it that way, I guess your right. Must run in the family. Her daughter, my wife, ran off with a band so she could have seven guys to pleasure her." Shaking his head, Joe intoned, "Damn, what ever she has, if we could put it in a bottle, we would get rich overnight. I have a two thousand square foot room upstairs, do you think that she would consent to putting on a little show for the customers?" "With Sue Ellen, you never know. I’ll ask her." September 11, 2001 I was at work. The boss called everybody out of the shop to watch the TV coverage of the World Trade Center, and the Pentagon. When I got home, Sue Ellen was sitting on the couch with a bottle of "Chivas Regal." which she was swigging on, right out of the bottle. Her eyes were bleary eyed from crying. She kept saying; "I have to do my part. I must do something to help." I saw a new look on her face. It was a determined look. There was no doubt in my mind that she would do something big. September 16, 2001 We watched the president’s speech together. In it he mentioned that he was activating all the services. Sue Ellen’s eyes lit up, as she said, "I’ve got it. I know just what I can do." Turning to me, she asked, "Is Joe’s bar the closest bar to Fort Patton?" "Yes." "Does he have any large room that we can use?" I blurted out, "Joe and I were talking about you last week. He wondered if you would put on a sex show in a big room upstairs for the customers." Sue Ellen stepped up to me. Her hand deftly lowered my zipper. She grabbed my cock. With a wicked grin she asked, "And you said?’ As she yanked hard. "I didn’t know. I didn’t know." "Well, we have something to tell him now." Just then, I heard a car door slam. There were foot steps on the front steps. The door opened, and in walked my wife, Sandy, who breezily announced, "I’m back. I got tired of riding on their bus." Sue Ellen shot me a look as she said, "Damn good thing that you are here. Tomorrow night you and I are going to do our patriotic duty. C’mon you two, we are going down and have a little talk with Joe." As the three of us walked up to Joe, who was behind the bar, He shot me a questioning look indicating his wonderment as to what was up. He could tell that Sue Ellen was not there for a drink. I rolled my eyes, put both hand palm up as I shrugged. Sue Ellen walked behind the bar. She got within a foot of Joe and said. "You put an ad in tomorrows "Bugle" that all the service men at Fort Patton are invited to free shows, every night of the week, that my daughter and I are going to put on. They must call for reservation, because I’m sure that the fire marshal has a limit on how many guys can be upstairs at one time. We will do five shows a night. You can make your money on the beer you sell, but you can’t charge for the shows. Okay?" Joe had a smile that extended from ear to ear as he said, "You got it!" The first show started at seven PM the next night.. There were fifty soldiers sitting on the floor in a circle around two mattress on the floor. The spot light came on. The music was stopped. Out walked Sue Ellen, with Sandy right behind her. Both were absolutely naked, buck naked. Cat calls, whistles, cheering filled the room. After a couple minutes, Sue Ellen tapped the microphone. When it was quiet, she gave a little speech. Pointing her finger from one man to another she said, "You Guys, yes, You, You, and You are the guys that are going to go off one night soon to make up proud. You are the guys that are going to risk it all for this great nation of ours. They won’t let me carry a gun. But there is something that I can do. It is to give you a little R&R before you go. I could have tried to do my duty by letting guys pick me up and fucking them, one by one, but that would not do. So we are here, Sandy and I. This is a "heads up" so listen carefully." "Sandy and I will get on our hands and knees. You guys take out your gorgeous cocks. Beat them until they feel good. When you only have a short way to go, stick it in our mouths or cunts and we will clamp down to milk you dry!" There was bedlam. The loud speakers came to life with Jerry Lee Lewis pounding out, "Come on Baby light my fire. Come on Baby light my fire. You know…" I heard a huge master sergeant growl to his men; "That is my kind of woman. You heard the lady. She is ready for you, NOW. Move It!" In unison, ten cocks appeared, promptly jacked, all at the same speed, like a drill team. A line formed front and rear of both women. I stood two feet from Sandy’s ass, as the first cock was eased into her pussy. It was long, thick. As the man’s balls rested on her cunt lips, she turned to look at the man riding her. She saw me next to her. In all the din, confusion, voices, beat of the music, she looked me in the eye. "I will make it up to you, Ted. I have no excuses. I had to get it out of my system. I will do what ever you want to make you happy and save our marriage." She just got out the last words when her body arched. A look of effort came over her face. I knew that she was cumming. Was clamping her twat on the cock doing it’s magic in her. She was her mother’s child, a fucking machine. Sue Ellen soon got up. She was pinned between two men, both humping hard, upward. One in her cunt, and the other in her ass. By the time the one hour show had ended, every man had buried his cock into one of the women. After a ten minute break, during which a new group of fifty men were brought in and served a beer, My women, ya, that’s what I call them now, were naked in the spotlight again. September 23, 2001 The troops moved out last night. So this morning as I lay between both of my women, I thought, let them rest a day, and then I am going to fuck them both. I lay on my back staring at my cock which was stiffly pointing at the ceiling. My hopes were dashed when Sue Ellen, after looking at a map, told Sandy and I; "You know, it’s only an hour drive to Tampa. There must be a lot of service men at the McGill base that need to R&R with us. We can commute. I am watching a naked Sue Ellen now. New bar. New men. Same speech, "You, You, You and You…" I’m Softly Please be sure to vote.