Gay Erotic Stories

Are you 18? You need to be to read this story. Even though you can fuck in most states at age 16. No wonder kids today have such shitty reading skills! They're all out getting laid instead of improving their reading comprehension. As an author I find this very disturbing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Honey?" she said. It was June, my wife. "What, love?" I answered. I was in a good mood. I'd just read the latest reviews; I'd gotten good numbers and found three stories that looked interesting. I was chuckling at the controversy about Celeste's role when June spoke up. "It's been almost four days since we've fooled around. At all. I'm horny as a toad. Do you feel like, uh, doing anything?" I heard her say. Well. I don't usually get an invitation like that this early in a story, so what am I going to say? "Sure, hon, if that's what you want," is what came out. "I do have a request tho," she said. I just knew there'd be a catch. "Could we just have straight sex this time? You know, in your stories you're always chasing after some dirty nurse or we end up together in a motel and I fuck some black guy or something. Couldn't we just have a nice little session. Just the two of us? Just together?" "Sure." June and I have been married for seven years now. We spent the first few years in Hot Sex City. But you know how it is. Even if you're driving an BMW every day, you want to try a Lexus once in a while. OK, it's not a perfect analogy. Sue me. "Whatever you want." "Great," she said. "I'll go change." June really knows how to dress for me. Has a ton of lingerie, most of it low cut, some of it see-through, all of it sexy as hell. Not counting the cotton nightie her mother gave her, of course. I usually told her which one to put on, but tonight I would let her decide. We walked upstairs to the bedroom together, then split up to get prepared. My part was easy. I just dropped my pants and took off my T-shirt. I left on my boxers, because I figure she should have to do something, right? She opened the bureau drawer that held her lingerie and chose one. I couldn't tell which; she was blocking the view. She went into the bathroom to change. When she reappeared, she was a vision of loveliness. And she was wearing one of my favorites, a light blue chemise of thin satin. My favorite part was the neckline, scooped at least half-way down her chest. It was held up by two thin spaghetti straps which fought for control of the neckline with her tits. The bottom half of the outfit was a pair of panties, but they were so loose and floppy they looked like a skirt. They would have been culottes, except they didn't hang down to her knees. In fact, they were just a little longer than a pair of snug briefs would have been. I liked them because when she moved, you could occasionally get a flash of pussy up one of the pantlegs. We moved over to the bed and began our ritual dance. We snuggled. We hugged. We kissed each other, lightly. We fondled through the pieces of fabric that pretended to be clothing. She said, "You don't mind this, do you?" I shook my head. "Because if you wanted to, you know, spice it up, we could tell each other a story or something." Aha. June had also been married for seven years. To me. And while I'm a pretty great guy and everything, when you've had nothing but Revlon for seven years maybe you want to try on some Max Factor! OK, it's still a shitty analogy. But you know what I mean. "Sure, sure. How about we tell each other how we lost our virginity?" I was thinking fast. Her hand found my dick and gave me a quick squeeze. "Good suggestion," she said. "Who goes first?" "I dunno. You want to?," I asked. She said, "I know. Let's play 'Cocks and Cunts." It was a little game we had invented several years earlier when we hadn't wanted to get out of bed to flip a coin. The situation that night has long since been forgotten, but we still play "Cocks and Cunts" to decide who gets on top, or who eats who first, or things like that. No sense starting a fight at these times. "I'll call," I said. "One - two - three, FUCK!" We both threw our hands out in front of ourselves. I looked at her hand. Her hand had the middle finger extended in the universally understood sign of "fuck you." She was a "cock." My middle finger and thumb were joined in a circle. I was a "cunt." I'd called right, it was a perfect "fuck." I won the "toss" and chose to receive in the first half. She started talking. 'It was in my Sophomore year in high school. I'd been dating Tim for almost a year, longer than my parents knew, for sure. During that time we'd made out and petted a little. We'd even gotten into some heavy petting in the couple weeks before "it" happened. By "it" I mean another girl came along and stole him from me. Snapped him right up. I was devastated, because Tim was on the football team. I interrupted June for a moment. "Roll over," I said. "Let's lie like spoons." I snuggled to her back. My hard-on stuck her in the bottom. I rearranged it to slide between her thighs. I pulled down on her top pant leg to give myself an opening to the target. My cock slipped inside her panties and scraped along her pussy lips. I wanted to smear it against her clit before I entered her. June continued. 'I mean, he was only second-string quarterback, and all, but he was still in every game. And I thought I was very cool because he was my boyfriend. And all of a sudden, one day, he wasn't. 'After crying my eyes out for two days, I decided to fight back. I searched out one of Tim's best friends, Justin, and asked if I could talk to him after school. He said OK. We met at the local hamburger joint that afternoon and talked for almost an hour. We did teenage talk for a couple of minutes, and then I started asking him what to do to get Tim back. He wasn't real helpful, of course. He was just a kid, after all, without much more experience in relationships than me, but he tried anyway. Near the end of the hour my emotions got the better of me and I started crying. I asked if we could leave the restaurant and we did. As we walked we passed his house. He lived on Chestnut, just a couple blocks from the center of town. Chestnut was the main drag; I had to walk it to get home anyway. 'He invited me in to get myself together. I suppose I looked like a mess with my crying, and all. That was back in the days when I was just trying to learn make-up, too, so I probably had eyeliner and all that crap on. I took him up on the offer. 'I spent at least 10 minutes in the bathroom, washing up. When I came out he had a couple of Cokes on the kitchen table. It was a nice thought. We took the drinks into the den and I started talking again. "I just don't understand why he would dump me for that stupid Jennifer," I said, the spite evident in my tone. "Well I didn't want to say in the middle of the McDonald's," Justin answered, "but it's easy. She's easy. I mean, uh, she puts out." "That's it?" I said. "She puts out?" "Pretty much," he replied. "Of course that doesn't last long, because she's got a real obnoxious personality. Hangs all over you. Never leaves you alone. Calls you all the time and everything you know? It gets to be a real drag. But for a couple of weeks...or a couple of months, it's worth it, you know?" 'I didn't know. I wasn't a horny young guy. All I knew was that Jennifer had taken Tim and I wanted him back. "So all I have to do it put out and he'll come back?" I asked. "Not necessarily," he said. "I mean Jennifer's really, uh, good at it, you know? She's been around, with a bunch of guys. She knows what she's doing." "I take it you've been with her?" I said, wrinkling an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" he replied. "So what does she know that's so special?" I wondered. "Well, she knows how to do you with her hand. Have you even done that with Tim?" he asked. 'I nodded my head. At the time I didn't realize he meant all the way to orgasm. We had never done that; I didn't even know how it worked to tell you the truth! Actually I had only had Tim's penis in my hand twice during two of our petting sessions. I'd let him put his hands on the outside of my panties but not inside. "And she knows how to do you with her mouth. Did you do that?" he asked. Now he was looking at me differently. I didn't realize it at the time, but I think he was enjoying talking sex with me, of course. 'I shook my head. I'd never done that. I'd barely heard about that from my girlfriends. I couldn't imagine. "And she really knows how to, uh, boff. You know, fuck. Make love, I mean." He didn't know how graphic to be with me. "I've never done that with Tim. I've never done that with anyone," I said. "Really? Well it's nice to find a virgin now and then,' Justin said. I thought I was doing something special by saving myself. Now I realized that my lack of experience had just cost me my boyfriend. "Honey," June said, interrupting herself. "Would you please put it in? You're driving me crazy just stroking your dick against my clit." I flipped the head of my dick back and forth across her labia to get lubricated. Then I did it again. For fun. Finally I inserted the head and pushed. There wasn't much resistance, just a wet feeling as I slid deeper and deeper in. I felt myself get even harder as my cock reacted to the slimy warmth of its new environment. June sighed, then continued her story. "Honestly, I wouldn't even know what to do. I mean, I suppose I could figure it out. Everybody does, sooner or later. You've done 'it', haven't you?" I asked him. "Oh sure. Jennifer..." His voice trailed off. He realized he'd said a bad word. "Hey, I've got an idea. Would you like a little education?" I must have reacted with shock, because he quickly tried to calm me down. "Not with me," he said laughing. "But we have a Betamax and my brother showed me some tapes you could watch too, to, um, get the idea." "You're kidding," I said. Of course this was 15, maybe 20 years ago. We didn't have a VCR in my house, and we certainly didn't have any x-rated tapes. "Well, um, OK," I heard myself say. "I was curious. What can I say?" June wiggled her bottom against my groin. I pushed in, then withdrew. I pushed again and retreated. I was running the race we all love to run and pray to lose. It's nice when the girl finishes first. June continued talking. 'He walked over to the cabinet on the far wall and opened it. There was a big machine with levers on the front and a blue clock blinking. He scanned through a jumble of tapes, looking for a particular one. He picked it out. He inserted it into the machine and pushed one of the levers. He came back and sat at the other end of the couch from me. 'The TV sprang to life. We were at the beginning of the tape. The credits rolled, then a girl walked into the frame. She was nice looking, with huge tits. About 10 times what I had, you know? There was a guy sitting at a desk. He was supposed to be the boss, she was the secretary. She walked up to the desk and put down a stack of papers, bending over in the process. Of course she had on a low cut blouse, and from the camera angle you could look right down it and see most of her boobs. 'The boss motioned for her to come around the desk. She did. His hands went up to her breasts and started squeezing as he unbuttoned her blouse to set them free. They popped into view; she wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and her tits just sort of stood there in space. "Those have to be fake," I said. "Look at how they just stick out there like that. Nobody's, uh, you know, just stick out like that. Those are plastic." I was sure. "Maybe," Justin agreed. "But who cares?" He was just a horny kid. 'The movie was like most of them. No plot, no suspense.' I nodded my head. I interrupted, "Get up on your knees, would you, honey?" June rose to her knees; the bed sank in the center; I swung a leg up and over and ended perfectly behind her. I lifted the pant leg, again. I hit the target, again. I began to bounce. "Sorry to interrupt. Please go on..." 'So the guy who's playing the boss in the movie unzips his pants and takes out his dick. It was a big one. I couldn't help myself. I said, "Now that has to be fake.'" June tells a good story when she wants to. 'Justin said, "Why?" "Because it's so big. It's bigger on him than those fake breasts are on her." "I don't know what you mean," he said to me. I said "I'm not a kid, and I know how big a guy's, uh, thing is. That's not real." "And how do you know so much?" Justin asked me. "Well, statues, for one thing." Of course I knew that the men in statues aren't erect, but I didn't have any idea how big you guys get when you're hard. [Author's Note: I love my wife. I'm just average size, but she talks like I'm *King of the Jungle!*] "And for another, I told you I had Tim's, um, thing in my hand, and I'll tell you he wasn't half that size." 'Well. I guess I had told a story out of school, so to speak, because Justin cracked up. "Really?" he asked me. "That's classic." "I don't understand," I said. 'Justin grabbed his crotch, and outlined his by-now-hard penis through his pants for me. He was the same size as the guy on the screen. My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped as I realized that Tim was tiny and Justin and the actor were the norm. I stared at his crotch. Of course. I couldn't believe it. I turned my head to the screen, then back to Justin's lap. 'It was right then that I made a decision. I wanted to see an actual cock, in person. And I wanted more than anything to get rid of my virginity. I knew that Tim and Justin talked, boys do, you know, and I thought maybe if Tim found out I "put out" too, he would come back. I mean, I was a jumble of teen-age emotions and pressures. It was just a snap decision. With a little more time and wisdom I probably would have done something else. June turned her head around to look at me, as I stroked in and out of her honey box. I leaned forward and snuck one of my hands up the inside of her top. I knocked my fingers into her hanging breast, then teased up and down the sides with my fingertips, slowly darting closer and closer to the red tipped target. When I let my fingers finally arrive at the bullseye, they were rewarded with a hard-candy tipped point, hanging straight down and pointing at the bed sheets. I cupped her. She sighed. She began talking again. "Are you, uh, hard, Justin?" I asked him. "I mean, you ARE hard, aren't you?" I didn't know what to say. "Yes, I sure am." Justin was looking at me staring at his cloth covered penis. "The girl on the screen?" I said. "That's not all," he answered. 'If I hadn't already decided to "do it", that probably would have put me over the top. I mean I was feeling rejected, stupid, sexless. "Really?" I said in my most sultry voice. I looked into his eyes. "Really," he answered. I moved closer to him on the couch. I'd done this part with Tim. I reached into his crotch and found his zipper. He just sat there staring at me, as though his dreams had come true. I opened his flap and slipped my hand inside. He was wearing tight pants, and had his dick down the far leg, so I couldn't really reach it very well. He bounced up to kiss me as he got his butt off the couch to lower his pants. In a flash, they were lowered around his ankles and I had my hand around his erection. 'I must have gasped, because my hand would barely fit around it. Tim's penis had been so much smaller, and it was the only one I had seen at attention. I gave a couple of tugs on it, and his eyes jumped back and forth between the screen and me. In the movie the guy was lying on the desk, and she was giving him a blow job, and although I watched I didn't have any desire to try it at the moment. June continued, "Since then, of course, I've gotten pretty good at it, wouldn't you say, honey?" She was right. She even swallows. I DO love her. She went on. 'While that was going on on the screen, I lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties off. Justin's hands flew to my blouse and began unbuttoning buttons like a mad robot or something. I can't remember a guy going through a blouse so quickly since. But, of course, I wanted it too, so I encouraged him. I released my breasts from the bra cups that covered them. 'In the movie the girl got up while the guy stayed lying down. Then she climbed on the desk, stepped over him and sat down on his dick. She was facing away from him; he was hard as a rail, boy. Of course Justin's cock in my hand was too. And she just sort of slid down. You have to remember this was the first time I'd ever seen how this worked, so I was fascinated. 'I turned to Justin and prepared to sit on his lap. Only instead of facing away, I moved to face him as I sat down. We were kissing, and he had his hands all over my tits, and I lifted my skirt and put his dick right up against my pussy as I said "I just don't believe that big ole' thing will fit in little ole' me. If I hadn't seen the girl in the movie, I wouldn't have the courage to do ... this." And with that I rose up and positioned his penis directly at the entrance to my virginity. 'I was as wet as a car wash sponge on Sunday, I'll tell you. I sank down a little, then a little more. I felt resistance. I felt pain. I wanted it to be over, so I lifted up and slammed myself down on him. There was one searing moment, a flash in my brain, and then it was past. I still felt waves of pain, but they were less and less with every moment, and when my head cleared I remembered. I was sitting on Justin's dick, proud and tall. 'He just sat there. I did all the work. Bouncing and bumping. His hands inside my blouse on my tits. He kept looking at my tits. Looking down at himself fucking me. Looking at the TV. I was looking at him, of course, but I could tell by the girl's moaning that the guy was about to cum. I turned my head around; after all this was an event I'd not seen before, and watched as she jumped up and bent down. She grabbed the guy's dick and pumped him, until he blew his load all over the side of her face and on her lips. She was smiling and staring straight at the camera while he came all over her. I thought she was looking at me! It was a porno movie, you know. They had to have a cum shot. It was a pretty good one, actually. 'Meanwhile, Justin went off inside me. Kaboom. I knew it was happening and I even knew what it looked like now thanks to the movie, even though he shot himself inside me. I didn't feel anything, of course, since it all happened so quickly.... June interrupted herself again. "Speaking of which, dear, I'm awfully close right now. Would you just bounce a little harder?" she asked. "Always glad to help," I thought to myself. I reached out and squeezed her tits again. They hung low and I did my best to catch as much flesh in my open palms as I could. Then June hit her stride, and I knew she was about to cum. One of my favorite feelings is to be fully inside her when she has her orgasm. I can feel her cunt massaging my penis as her muscles contract and constrict with her pleasure. We use her battery powered Doc Johnson to get her off sometimes just so I can feel my dick vibrate inside her as she cums. Wouldn't need any electrical help tonight. She came. POW! She shook, a tingling coursing through each muscle in a reaction directed from her pussy and her brain. And I heard a little whimper between every wave, a decrescendo of "ooo, ooo, ooo" as the peaks of pleasure faded. "Ahhh," she trilled as the tiny tickle overtook her from tiptop to toenail. "Whew, that was great. Thanks." "Think nothing of it. Glad to help," I said. "But tell me how it ended." "What do you mean 'How it ended?'" she said. "Oh, well, I got up and of course I was bleeding, and of course I ruined one of the seat cushions on the couch and of course I went home. Oh, you mean, Tim and me?" I nodded. "Oh nothing. Never went out with him again. Don't think I missed much, frankly." "Careful there." She knows I'm sensitive about dick size. "That's not what I meant. Well, I guess it IS what I meant, but I didn't really mean it. You're more than plenty for me, honey, as the last ten minutes clearly demonstrates." [Author's Note: I LOVE my wife.] She went on. "OK, your turn." I said "Do you want to rest for a couple minutes, or anything?" June shook her head. "Well, I have to get off my knees. I'm starting to get sore. Here, roll around this way." I pushed her to the left. She whipped off her panties, and we were facing each other, lying on our sides. I split her legs with my knee, and she opened herself to me by cocking her leg and pointing it at the ceiling. I slipped over her lower thigh and inserted myself into her. With a small push, I was in and we were again joined at the centers of our sexes. I bounced one or twice lightly to make sure I had good position. I did. "Well, my story is quite different. For one thing, I was in college. My junior year." "You're kidding," June said. "You didn't get laid until your junior year in college?" "That's what I said." I felt defensive. "And anyway, we can't all be early starters, like you." I poked my finger into her chest. It was comfortable there. I traced a design across the negligee top that covered her breast. As my finger traced the flow of her hills, I continued. 'It was New Year's Eve back home. Well everywhere, obviously. I mean I was back home, and at a party at a high school buddy's house. We still saw each other once in a while. New Year's was a good time. 'At the party who should I run into but Mary Jane Whitmore. She was in my homeroom class, and I had a crush on her all through high school. She never had time for me, of course. She was popular. With the boys and with the girls. Class Vice President. Choir soloist. Junior Achievement. All that stuff. She was just one of those popular girls, you know? 'Anyway, we chatted for a while and hit it off. I had to fight the other guys away, but it was worth it. She asked if I danced, and I said "yes." "You're joking," June said. My wife knows I don't dance. Ever. "Hey, if she had asked me to levitate I probably would have tried, I was floating so high. OK, I'm a shitty dancer. And during my shitty dance, she leaned over to me and said, "I want to celebrate the New Year with a bang, if you know what I mean." She winked at me. I gulped. "Catch up with me just before midnight?" I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Then she said she had to mix and meet all her other friends. She winked at me again and whirled off the dance floor. 'Needless to say I tried to follow her for the next three hours, but it was no use. She was a social butterfly, flitting here and there, dancing with other guys and girls, laughing, screaming when she saw someone she hadn't seen since last year. Every time I caught her eye she winked. I was almost uncontrollable. I stopped the narration. "Are you comfortable?" I asked June. She nodded. She wanted me to continue the story. She put a hand on my hip and rocked me gently. She wanted me to continue fucking her as well. 'To make a long story short, the rest of the evening was a blur. I kept drinking, which was probably stupid, and by the time 11:30 rolled around I was pretty well looped. I mean, I was still hard-as-a-rock. No problems in that department. I was still a virgin, temporarily, remember? But I was staggering a little. Not smart. Anyway, I looked all over for her. Upstairs. On the dance floor. In the kitchen. Finally I asked one of her girlfriends where she was. She looked at me like I was King Shit, and she said "Oh she's in the back." She pointed with her thumb. I wondered how she knew that Mary Jane and I were about to do the nasty. I went into the back, where I found about five or six guys milling in the hallway. "What's going on?" I asked one of them. "Oh, Mary Jane's doing guys to ring in the New Year," he answered. I stammered. I gulped. I felt sick. "You mean, you mean," I couldn't get past 'you mean.'" "Yeah," he said. "There're two guys in there now. When the door opens, the next two go in, and then, well, you know." I was about 7th in line. It was a 'take a number' deal. The door opened, and two guys came out adjusting their pants. "God is she hot," one of them said. "She blew Tom here while I fucked her. Then we switched. She just wants cock. She was never like this in high school. College has been good to her." He paused. "And to us." Everybody laughed, except me. "Lie back," June said. She pushed my chest and I found myself on my back. Her left leg swung over and she bent forward, squatting above me. My dick never left its slippery hiding place. June is quite good about maneuvers in bed, that's one of the many reasons I love her. Her knees began flexing, and she slid up and down my rigid pole. I had a perfect view of my dick disappearing and reappearing as it plumbed her snatch. "Don't let me interrupt," she said, continuing her rhythmic bouncing. 'So two guys went into the room, and we could all hear through the door her moaning, and their moaning, and her moaning with her mouth full, and, well, it was a thin door, you know? I know I heard her yell "Give me more. I want more cock." And one of the guys in the hall opened the door and went in. As quickly as you could say "Come in" we all did. 'Before I knew it, everybody had dropped their pants, and she was grabbing for us. She didn't care. She was sitting on one guy, kind of like you are now, honey, and she had another guy's hard-on in her mouth, and she was trying to get somebody's cock in each hand, and one guy was fucking her armpit, sliding his penis in and out between her arm and her body. She cocked her elbow down a funny way to give him friction. So here she is with five guys around, and I'm standing on the side with my dick in my hand. 'Not exactly what I thought I was going to have when she'd invited me in earlier, you know? Then she spots me and bends down over the guy she's sitting on. She turned to me and said "Mike, there's room for one more." I looked at her ass. I knew what she meant. 'I didn't really mean to lose my virginity in someone's ass. I wanted to feel a cunt around my cock, but that particular orifice of hers was occupied. So I made do.' June smiled. 'Well, I stepped up to the plate and got started. I got a round of applause from the rest of the guys, who thought it was pretty cool. I pretended I knew what I was doing. June interrupted to ask, "Do you want to do my ass, tonight, hon?" Did I mention I LOVE my wife? "Not necessary. Really. This is just fine," I said. June gave a couple of long knee flexes, bouncing completely off me before recapturing me with her cunt. She has wonderful aim at times. 'I pushed my way in to Mary Jane's butt. I don't know how I held off as long as I did. Which was probably less than 60 seconds, as I remember it. I got in a few strokes, and then couldn't hold it back. Of course I was starting later than the other guys around her, so we all hit at about the same time. She had cum flying out of her hands, into her mouth, under her arm, in her ass, and in her pussy. It was a cumfest. It was cum mania. It was cum city... "OK, OK," June said. "I get the picture. You came." "Like I'm about to do now," I said. I felt myself hit the first step on the ladder of love. I knew I would climb it quickly. "Me too," she said. June can cum several times in a session. Me? I'm good for once. I may love a lot of things about her but I hate that. It's pure jealousy, I know. But it's still not fair. 'I pumped and pumped into her ass, as I uhhhh, uhhhhh. "Here I go." I came. The pressure in my cock sent a torrent of fluid up into June's vagina, when it lubricated and warmed her. The feeling sent her over the edge and she returned the compliment, cumming with violent thrusts as she impaled herself on me. Her rhythm matched mine, spasm for spasm, bounce for bounce. We were in perfect synch. It felt like a huge electrical discharge at the juncture of our sexes. This one could have been a power spike of massive proportions. It's a good thing we were off the grid; Vegas might have gone dark. June and I collapsed, exhausted. In a few moments, I spoke. "So that's how it happened. I mean, I think that officially counts even though I wasn't in her pussy." June squeezed me with her cunt muscles. I was softening, and it had the effect of pushing me out. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's OK," I said. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm finished too." "I'm finished two," she said. I got the pun. "And by the way, wasn't this a lot of fun? Just straight sex. Just you and me in the bed. Just nice and romantic." "Mmmmm," I said. We snuggled for a few minutes, then I heard her rhythmic breathing as she fell asleep. I stroked her hair. I love her so much. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MIKE HUNT has a few more stories just waiting to pop up, so to speak. To get your hands on one, send me an e-mail. Fans and flames to M1ke@hilarious.com . Note that the 2nd character in M1KE is a "one" (1) not an "eye" (I). It's OK to pass this story along or post it as long as you don't charge. Thanks. People who feel deceived because they downloaded "Straight Sex" but got a story which includes gang sex, anal sex, teen sex, and multiple overlays of simultaneous sexual acts should complain to the Consumer Affairs Commission in Pueblo, CO 81009. Request the pamphlet "Dirty Stories: Your Rights as a Consumer." Enclose SASE; allow 30 years for a reply. Readers who believe they have whiplash or other strain from trying to follow the jumping point of view of the narrator probably should see their personal physician. Fair warning: Most HMOs do not cover this particular type of injury. Straight Sex is Copyright 1997 by M1KE HUNT. The story I mean, not the act itself. Boy wouldn't I like to get royalties on THAT!