Gay Erotic Stories

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story of a homosexual nature written and intended for adults requesting sexually explicit material for their information, education and entertainment. Although some of the persons depicted within this text may not be fictional, their behavior within this text is not intended to portray their actual behavior. One Friday after a long day at work I go home to shower and change before venturing out on the town. While awaiting friends and having a drink or two at a bar in Charlotte, North Carolina, I happen upon Kerry Collins, quarterback for the Carolina Panthers. The hot topic of the evening is a racial comment he made about a fellow teammate. The local news is making a big deal out of it. Consequently, he is not getting a warm reception. Kerry, who can not hold his liquor, is getting drunk. This is not an uncommon occurrence, considering that most Panthers fans dislike him. (The Panthers are having a dismal second season, due in part to his poor performance.) He appears to be alone. This makes him fair game for those who want to cause trouble. The gibes get a little out of control. Kerry stands up and prepares to fight. I jump up and stand between him and a couple of Black guys who ask, “What’s up, man? Didn’t you hear what he said about us?” “Yes, I heard what he said! But who the Hell cares? It’s nothing compared to what the rednecks around here say every day! Now sit down and chill out!” They make several more snide comments before sitting back down. I take Kerry by one of his massive triceps and turn him towards the door. I place my hand on his densely muscled back and escort him out of the bar. Once in the parking lot he takes out his car keys. He really is not the brightest person in the world. The last thing he needs right now is a D.U.I. charge! I ask for his keys and tell him I will take him home. (I will have to catch up with my friends later.) He is worried about his car. However, I assure him that it will be safe in the parking lot over night. I admire the young quarterback’s body as we walk to my car. It should be a crime for someone just twenty-four years old to be blessed with fame, fortune, and a gorgeous body! Kerry is a six-foot, five-inch tall, two hundred forty-five-pound, blond hunk! My five-foot, eleven-inch tall, one hundred sixty-five-pound frame pales in comparison to his. The enormous size disparity between us really turns me on! Once in the car we finally introduce ourselves. “Hey, I’m Kerry,” he says while extending his hand in friendship. I shake his very large, manly hand and introduce myself. “I’m Chris. I’m a big fan of yours!” His vice-like grip nearly crushes my hand. Noticing the slight grimace on my face, he apologizes. “I’m sorry! I sometimes don’t know my own strength.” His piercing blue eyes sparkle as he flashes me a big, beautiful smile. His luscious, full lips give him the most sensual mouth I have ever seen! Kerry says, “Thanks for what you did in there. I didn’t expect a Black guy to help me out... not the way the press is ragging on me.” In response I say “What would be gained by seeing you in a bar room brawl? It would look bad, not only for you, but also for Blacks. Despite what some might think, Blacks do have reserve and a sense of right and wrong. Now tell me where you live.” We get to know one another better during the twenty-minute drive to his house. He tells me about his life at Penn State. In turn I tell him about my life at Duke University. Kerry proves to be the stereotypical, dumb jock. His life has always centered on sports. Despite a college degree, he is not very smart... to say the least. His current predicament attests to that! Considering his slight inebriation and lack of intelligence, I keep the conversation light. Upon reaching his house we discover a couple of reporters awaiting his arrival. He reclines his seat all the way back to prevent being seen. I suggest he come home with me until things quiet down. He agrees. Kerry thanks me for my hospitality during the additional ten-minute drive to my house. He also requests that I call him by his nickname, K.C., short for Kerry Collins. As we enter my garage he comments on my lifestyle. “Damn! You live in a very nice neighborhood… more so than mine! What do you do for a living? You’re way too small to be in the NFL!” With a chuckle I say, “I own a consulting firm here in Charlotte. I do quite well for myself.” We get out of the car and enter the house. He admires the decor as I escort him to the den. (I can not have him passing out in my living room!) While he sits down on the sofa I cut on the television and go make coffee and sandwiches to help sober him up. Upon my return I find him looking at an intimate portrait of my last lover and me! He asks “Who is this in the picture with you? Your lover?” While I desperately try to come up with a response Kerry says “Hey, man! It’s okay with me. Whatever floats your boat!” He sits back down on the sofa and spreads his legs. I can not help but notice his large, muscled thighs and full basket! His cock and balls are noticeably outlined! I nervously place the sandwiches and his cup of coffee on the coffee table and sit down next to him. I quickly change the subject from my sexuality to his athletic ability and NFL career. He eats as we talk. To my surprise, I find myself flirting with him! Even more surprising, he is flirting back! He spreads his legs even wider and places his hand on his crotch. This accentuates his enormous package, making it very enticing! Literally, my mouth begins to water. He knows what he is doing to me. He flashes me that big, sexy smile of his, causing me to literally shake with excitement. We talk over the next thirty minutes of so, giving him time to sober up. He asks if I saw his last game. Having missed it, I get his detailed version. My lack of knowledge about football leaves me clueless as to what he is talking about. After a couple of stupid questions Kerry asks “Do you know anything about football?” I confess “Not really.” He says, “I figured as much. You ask dumb questions like my girlfriend. You know nothing about football. But you’re a big fan of mine!” He smiles at me in a suggestive manner. He knows I am attracted to him! While rubbing his crotch Kerry says, “Back at Penn State there was this queer who liked football players. Three of the guys on the team took turns giving him the old in and out! Between the three of them the poor queer was getting fucked at least four nights a week… every week! The guys bragged about how great a lay he was. Every time I saw him walking funny I wished it was because of me! But I was too chicken shit to do anything with him. If I had it to do over again I’d wear his pussy out!” Kerry grabs his crotch, flashes me a devilish grin, and states “I want some pussy!” But before I can respond he stands, picks me up, and throws me over his broad shoulder. He ignores my demand to be put down and carries me upstairs. As he approaches the master bedroom he boldly states “I’m gonna screw your brains out!” He grabs the comforter and pulls it off the bed onto the floor, along with the pillows. He then gently lays me down on my back on the king-size bed. His strength, size, and horniness turn me on! We lustfully stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. He looks down, drawing my attention to his crotch. The enormous bulge stretching up to his navel fills me with fear. By the look of it he possesses a monstrous cock – one as large as the rest of him. Having not been fucked in almost two years, I am understandably apprehensive about taking on someone so well endowed. In fact, I have never taken on a guy with such an immense bulge in his pants! Kerry removes his T-shirt, revealing his spectacular abdominal and pectoral muscles. His stomach is rippled like a washboard. His large lateral muscles give his torso a sexy V-shape. All considered his huge biceps are without a doubt his most impressive physical attribute! I am in awe of his body. Surely no man has a body this gorgeous! I gasp as he flexes his pectoral muscles. This brings a big smile to Kerry’s face as he continues undressing. The sight of him wearing only his black boxer shorts and white socks turns me on beyond belief! He turns his attention to me and begins frantically undressing me. First, he grabs my legs and removes my shoes and socks. Next, he unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. Grasping my jeans by the waist, he forcibly pulls them down past my knees, along with my boxer briefs. Lifting my legs up in the air, he pulls my pants and underwear off with a couple of quick yanks. Lastly, he removes my shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Lying naked on my back, I slowly spread my legs, revealing my sphincter to him. Kerry yells out “Yeah! Let’s do it!” While he adds his boxers and socks to the pile of clothes on the floor I retrieve a bottle of Wet from the nightstand and begin to lube myself up. He asks “What the Hell is that?” I respond “It’s lubricant. It makes getting fucked a lot easier for me. It also makes it better for you.” Seeing the name on the bottle Kerry says, “Oh, I get it! It gets you nice and wet! There’s nothing I love more than a hot, juicy pussy!” After applying a modest amount of lubricant I stand up on my knees on the bed and begin feeling his body. His muscles are hard to the touch. I love the feel of his hairy chest. (Most Black men are smooth.) Since I have never been with a White man before I am quite curious about his body. I have a major love of legs! Kerry’s legs are a sight to behold – long and hairy, with large muscular calves. I gently caress his inner thighs, giving him a major boner. His erection stares me right in the face. His circumcised cock is over nine inches long and incredibly thick, with a large, bulbous head. His manhood is slightly curved upwards, with a pair of incredibly large, meaty balls at its base. A large vein runs from base to head across the top, with smaller veins branching across the top and bottom. His engorged member is throbbing and oozing pre-come! I have never been a size queen. The longer and thicker the cock, the more it hurts. Judging by the fire in Kerry’s eyes it is no use complaining about the size of his penis. I am going to have to take it like a man! He clasps his large hands around the back of my head and forces his dick into my mouth. Like a greedy dog I devour his cock, giving him the blow-job of a lifetime. I expertly deep-throat him. After sucking my way down to the base I apply more suction and suck my way back up to the head. A few loving flicks of the tongue over the head and back down to the base I go. Because of the length and girth of his manhood I can not blow him with my usual vigor. I deep-throat him slow and steady. Gentle moans escape his lips. I am determined to make him moan louder. So, I step up my oral assault. Despite my best efforts all I get from Kerry is gentle moaning. Like many men he simply does not make a lot of noise during sex. His pre-come tastes sweet. With great anticipation I bring him to the brink of orgasm. Just when I am about to receive his spunk as reward for my efforts he pulls me off his throbbing hard-on. I try in vain to retrieve my lost lollipop. But Kerry has other plans as to where he blows his wad. He bends down and gently kisses me. Having never been with another man he takes it slow – kissing me lightly on the lips. He has a very sensuous mouth. I begin gently sucking and pulling on his lower lip. He responds by palming the back of my head and French kissing me. His tongue skillfully probes every inch of my mouth. I savor the taste of him! He lustfully whispers “Let’s fuck!” as he breaks our kiss. I nod my head in agreement and guide him onto the bed. I place him on his back with his feet firmly planted on the floor. I lube myself up some more and step up onto the bed, straddling his erection. Kerry points his manhood at my opening and prepares to impale me. I stop him and ask if he has a condom. “No. I didn’t expect anything like this to happen tonight. Besides, what do I need a condom for? It’s not like I can get you pregnant!” “I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I just like to play it safe.” Kerry grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto his groin. With his cock between my ass cheeks and along the small of my back he says, “Don’t worry. I’m clean.” Overcome with lust I decide to throw caution to the wind. I lube up his cock and slowly impale myself with it. Its girth proves quite a challenge. I mange to accommodate over half its length with no problem. However, the last half takes some effort. I completely relax and engulf the entire shaft… right down to the base. Kerry moans as he bottoms out inside me. “Oh, yeah! Take all of my fucking cock! Yeah, you’re a nasty boy!” I slowly ride him. Up and down I go – over and over again. He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them apart while sliding me up and down his long shaft. His manhood feels so good sliding in and out of me. It has been far too long since I last put out! After about ten minutes of bouncing on his dick I tire and switch from bouncing to grinding. Back and fourth, round and round, I go. The lustful expression on Kerry’s face conveys the pleasure I am giving him. About five minutes later I again break the rhythm. “Shit! Stop teasing me, man!” he says. “I was so close! It’s time I took charge!” With that he lifts me up off his piece and maneuvers out from under me. He forces me onto all fours, with my ass pointing up in the air. He steps up onto the bed and squats down behind me. He quickly enters me again and fucks me slow, deep, and steady. I feel my ass lips slowly sliding along his well-veined shaft as he takes his pleasure. He palms the side of my face and turns my head towards him. He French kisses me again, all the while continuing to fuck me from behind like a dog. I am moaning like crazy when, suddenly, Kerry slips off the bed, falling out of me. “Fuck!” he says as he grabs me by the waist and pulls my legs out from under me. I support my upper body by placing my hands on the bed. My lower body hangs off the bed in mid air, supported only by his holding my waist. I gently wrap my legs around him as he pulls me back onto his hard-on. We moan in unison as he again breaches my opening. Before I can catch my breath he fully penetrates me. He relentlessly pounds my ass, pulling me back and forth along his immense shaft. The room echoes with the sound of his groin and balls slapping against my ass… not to mention my uncontrollable moaning. I have always been a loud fuck. Kerry’s thrusts take on a sense of urgency. He thrusts into me fast, deep, and hard. My hole burns with anticipation as he says “I’m gonna come!” He thrusts as deep as possible inside me and stays there. His manhood throbs deep inside me… shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen into me! A wave of heat flows over me as his hot load fills me. Kerry jerks a couple of times as he finishes off his orgasm. “Oh, baby! That was great… the best pussy I’ve ever had!” As his orgasm subsides he loosens his grip on my waist, causing me to slide almost all the way off his still hard as a rock boner. I place my feet back on the floor. But before I can completely dislodge myself from his member he rams his cock all the way back inside me. His dick feels great! I love the full feeling it gives me! He bends down and whispers in my ear “Let me stay inside you awhile. Your pussy feels so warm and wet inside.” Unable to get enough of him I say “Okay. You can help me get off.” A look of terror comes over Kerry’s face. “Hey, I don’t suck dick or get fucked!” I laugh and say, “I know you’re straight! Sucking cock and getting fucked is my job. I want you to fuck me while I jack off.” He sighs in relief and says “That I can definitely do!” I request a change of position… one allowing me free use of my hands. He promptly suggests the missionary position. “Get on your back and put your legs in the air!” I pull myself off his stiff piece of wood, creating a terrible emptiness inside me. I quickly lay down on my back in the center of the bed and raise my legs in the air. Kerry jumps up onto the bed like a mischievous kid… his manhood standing at full attention, slick with lubricant and his man juice. The bed bounces and squeaks under his weight as he prepares to mount me from the front. My outstretched legs bounce in the air, causing my gaping hole to partially close and reopen. The sudden influx of air prompts a pleasurable moan from me, drawing Kerry’s attention to my over-stretched sphincter. He says, “Damn! I’ve opened you up wider than the Grand Canyon!” I look at him in disbelief. Kerry laughs and says “Honest. I wouldn’t fuck with you like that. I’d fuck the shit out of you! But I wouldn’t fuck with you!” I reach down to feel my asshole. To my surprise my ass lips are big and puffy and gaping wide open. He reaches down and gently fingers my gaping hole. First one finger, then two. Eventually, he has three fingers inside me. I am overcome with lust. I have never been so hot in my life! My six-inch cock is rock hard and leaking pre-come all over my stomach. I start moaning like crazy and asking him to go deeper and harder. He looks on in amazement. “You like that, huh? Wait until I get my dick all up in you again!” He withdraws his fingers and places his hands on the back of my knees, forcing my ass up into the air. Without using his hands he aims his arrow at my bull’s eye. His aim proves quite accurate as he hits my target after only a couple of forward thrusts. Once again he slowly sinks deep into my love tunnel, driving me wild. “Oh, God! Fuck me! Yeah!” I look up into his eyes as he slings my legs over his shoulders and settles atop me. “Oh, baby! I’m in you now! Yeah! You feel good, baby!” Kerry’s huge arms support his weight as he hovers just inches above me. I watch his biceps flex as he pounds away at me, causing me to slide back and forth underneath him. The sight of his ivory cock sliding in and out of my ebony ass excites me. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds in the room – my moaning, the squeaking of the bedsprings, the slapping of his groin and balls against my ass, and the banging of the headboard against the wall. Kerry gently moans as he looks down into my eyes. A grimace comes over his face as he continues to give me the fuck of my lifetime. I yell out! “Oh, your cock feels so good! Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Oh, you’re the best!” He definitely knows how to show a girl a good time! I have never been had by such an expert cocksman. His slow, deep and steady thrusts keep my prostate in a blissful state of stimulation! With every thrust he bottoms out inside me before withdrawing about half way and thrusting back deep inside. His technique is matched only by his stamina. He reached orgasm the first time just ten or so minutes after taking charge. This time he is taking it slow… thirty minutes and counting! A quick glance up at his face reveals gritting teeth and a look of pain. I try to continue watching his facial expressions. But all the sliding back and forth underneath him blurs his face. His hard thrusts slowly push my head up onto the headboard. He arches his back to continue reaching the same depth. I grab his outspread lateral muscles and push myself back down onto his impressive piece of meat. “Oh, yeah! That’s it, baby!” he says in appreciation. I desperately hold onto his lateral muscles as he continues to slide his steely rod in and out of me like a piston. I repeatedly contract my sphincter around his cock, bringing additional moans from my man of steel. I cannot take any more. I come all over my chest without ever touching myself. That has never happened to me before. As my orgasm sweeps through my body I clamp my sphincter down around his meat, bringing him past the point of no return. “Baby! Yeah! Oh, yeah! I’m coming!” He throws his head back and thrusts as deep as possible, as if trying to break his dick off inside me. The throbbing of his cock signals the torrential flood washing through my body. Two enormous loads prove too much for me to handle. His hot seed fills me up and spills out on the sides of his cock, pooling under my ass cheeks. He grinds his dick into me for about another five minutes before his orgasm completely subsides. After lowering my legs from his shoulders I wrap both arms around his back and try to pull him down on top of me. “No, I’m too heavy!” he says. “I don’t want to squash you.” “I’m not fragile like a woman. Come on! I won’t break!” Kerry slowly lowers himself on top of me. His body heat and weight feel great! I hear and feel his rapid heartbeat and breathing while exploring his sweaty body. A tender caress of his hairy ass cheeks prompts him to resume grinding his hard-on into me. Several minutes later when he has fully recovered he raises up slightly and smiles down at me. “You were fantastic! Something about you on your back made your pussy even better the second time!” He bends down and plants a quick kiss on my lips before raising up off me. I watch as he slowly pulls his monster cock out of me. If you can believe it, he is still partially erect! His come-covered cock bounces between his legs as he gets up off the bed. He looks down at me and says, “I made a big mess!” He laughs and goes into the bathroom, returning with two towels. After cleaning off his tool he attempts to clean me up a bit. He wipes up our come, especially his that is slowly dripping out of my gaping hole. “Damn! You’re wide open! You look like you’ve been gang-banged!” I say, “As sore as I am I feel like I’ve been gang-banged!” After trying to clean my dripping hole he says “I really filled you up, man! My come is everywhere inside you.” I take one of the towels and cover my asshole as I walk to the bathroom. My asshole is sore as Hell, causing me to walk funny. Kerry yells “Yeah! I did it! I fucked you bow-legged! Oh, man! I’ve more than made up for college! My teammates had to share. But you’re all mine!” He runs up behind me and pats me on the ass. “Now go clean yourself up before you drip my load all over the place!” It takes several douches to completely clean myself out. Afterwards, I decide to take a long, hot soak to alleviate some of my soreness. Kerry comes into the bathroom and asks if there is enough room for him. I smile and motion him into the bathtub, noting that he has finally lost his erection. He steps in behind me, placing me between his legs. I lean back on his hairy chest as he holds me in his arms. We talk some more about football. He actually teaches me a thing or two. After about twenty minutes we are both wrinkled like prunes and decide to get out of the bathtub. I ask “Are you hungry? I can fix you something to eat if you’d like.” He says, “That would be great! Screwing your brains out really gave me an appetite!” We dry off and go back into the bedroom to put some clothes on. Kerry puts his boxer shorts back on and hands me his T-shirt. “I want to see you wearing only this.” I put on his extra-extra-large T-shirt, which appears to swallow me whole. Despite the lateness of the hour Kerry has a taste for red meat. So, I prepare steak and salad for him. I make the salad and marinate the steaks while he sets up the indoor grill. He looks so cute walking barefoot around the kitchen wearing only his boxer shorts. His cock and balls are bouncing around all over the place, distracting me. He grills the steaks to perfection and opens a bottle of wine. We sit down at the dining room table to enjoy our very heavy, late-night meal and to talk some more. He is famished… finishing almost before I start. Kerry looks nervous sitting with his bare feet crossed, shaking his widespread legs back and forth underneath the table. So I ask, “What’s wrong?” “While I was fucking you the second time you said I was the best. Did you mean that?” I stop eating and gently place my hand on his cheek. “Of course I meant it.” A big smile streaks across his face. He takes both of my hands in his and says, “I also meant it when I said you were the best.” He tenderly caresses my hand. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine. As I close my eyes and bite my lower lip Kerry realizes how horny I am. So, he asks, “Do you want to fuck again?” I ask “Aren’t you tired?” He responds “Hell, no! I can screw all night!” He stands and escorts me by the hand to the stairs. As I ascend the staircase Kerry walks close behind me, holding my waist with both hands and grinding his massive hard-on against my aching asshole. Despite my obvious state of arousal I am no fool. Considering the size of his cock and the soreness of my asshole another game of hide the salami could leave me unable to walk. So, I suggest a nice blow-job instead. As we enter the bedroom Kerry says, “Some guys prefer to get blown. But I prefer to fuck! If I’ve worn your pussy out, then I guess a blow-job will have to do.” His words sound like a challenge. “I’ll wear you out before you wear me out! If you can get it up, then I can get you off! Fuck me!” He easily scoops me up by the ass and lays me on my back on the bed. He pulls his T-shirt off me. As I get the lube and prepare for fuck number three he pulls off his boxer shorts and tosses them onto the floor. His cock looks harder than ever as it stands straight up against his abdominal muscles. Before I finish lubricating myself Kerry pulls me to the edge of the bed, lifting and spreading my legs. My cavernous, ravenous hole eagerly opens wide in anticipation of his entry. He takes aim and impales me all the way in one deep thrust. I scream in pain and try to put my hands up to push some of him out of me. But he grabs my thighs and holds on tight. I squeal like a stuck pig as he begins to fuck me deep and hard! He ignores my pleas for mercy and relentlessly fucks the shit out of me! After about ten minutes of this gut-wrenching, ass-pounding action he leans forward and French kisses me. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he lifts me up off the bed. He walks to the foot of the bed and positions me in the center of the bed on my back with my legs on his shoulders. “Oh, I’ve got you right where I want you, baby! Yeah! Give it up! You take it good!” He picks up the tempo, thrusting into me deeper and harder than ever before, with long, steady strokes. Again, I find myself sliding back and forth underneath him as he drills me. His breathing is heavy and his mouth agape. Ten minutes later, as he licks his lips, he says, “I’m coming! Oh, baby! Here it comes!” He creams me with the largest load yet. His hot seed feels great as it fills my mangina, dulling the aching pain in my ass. “Oh, K.C.! That was even better than the last time!” Kerry smiles and says, “Well, you know what they same. The third time’s the charm!” He bends down and kisses me. The kissing goes on for about ten minutes before he stops and lifts himself up off me. My asshole suffers unimaginable withdrawal pains as he pulls out of me. He forcibly places me on my side and moves in behind me… his chest to my back. He places his large arms around me and pulls me tight into his chest. His steady heartbeat lulls me to sleep. I wake up first that morning. I untangle myself from Kerry’s arms and go clean myself up. Afterwards, I go make breakfast. As I prepare to serve him breakfast in bed I hear the shower running. He is awake. I hope he does not have to leave right away. I am hoping to spend more time with him… out of bed that is. Suddenly, I wonder if he is going to react fondly towards me. I hear that straight guys often feel guilt and shame after a homosexual experience. I push my fears aside and bring breakfast upstairs. As I enter the master bedroom I see Kerry sitting up in bed nude awaiting me. He smiles at me and says, “I smelled breakfast and decided to clean myself up a little before eating.” I place the tray across his lap. He asks, “You’re not hungry?” I respond “Not really. I usually don’t eat breakfast.” He butters a croissant, places it to my lips, and says, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Considering the pounding I gave you last night you need a good breakfast.” I stare longingly into his eyes as he shares his breakfast with me. After finishing breakfast Kerry places the tray on the floor beside the bed, revealing his manhood. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his chest. I take this opportunity to get a good look at what has brought me so much pleasure last night – his cock. I watch his low hanging balls hypnotically church as they produce millions more sperm to replace the millions he shot into me last night. He takes my face in hand and gently brings our eyes into contact. “If you were a woman I’d ask you to marry me! You’d be the perfect wife. You’re a good cook. You listen to me. You genuinely care for me. Best of all, you love getting fucked! What more could a guy ask for? While you were preparing breakfast I checked my telephone messages. The coach has excused me from practice this weekend. He wants to give things time to quiet down a bit. Since we don’t have a game this weekend, I don’t have any obligations until Monday morning. I’d like to spend the weekend with you. Is that okay?” I laugh aloud and say, “Of course it’s okay! I’d spend eternity with you if you’d let me!” Kerry kisses me and says, “This weekend will do for now.” We fuck like rabbits all weekend long. We get together at least twice a week every week for the next several months. Eventually, I put an end to our secret rendezvous. An affair with a straight guy leads to nothing but heartbreak for a gay man. So, I end it on good terms. Nevertheless, Kerry still calls me up every once in awhile requesting a stroll down memory lane… if you catch my drift!