Saturday, August 3, 2013

All American Boy

There is something amazing happening out there.  A young good looking gay man who sings country western has put out wonderful love song about unrequited gay love. 

His name is Steve Grand.  He doesn't have a manager, label or a concert tour.  But he understands what its like to be gay and be in love and how risky it can feel.

Check out his YouTube video at 

BTW 1,832,288 views on YouTube to date.

Check out his web page and buy his music at

Read the lyrics below - but watch this rising star!!!!!

All American Boy

Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey
I find him by the fire while his girl was getting frisky, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

He smiles, his arms around her
but his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

now I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespect
The way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forget
I'll be sittin here, drinking my whiskey
I won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohh

Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

Ripped jeans, tight shirt
he lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohh
I drink the moonlight from his eyes

Now hold there, just a moment
I want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, no
we should go this road tonight

now I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damn
she's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she has
so I'll be sittin here, tryin to hold down my whiskey,
you tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohh

Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

Of all the girls and boys to look my way
Ain't nobody ever hit me this way
so won't you come back with me
and lay with me a while

I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
leave that beautiful body exposed,
and you can have my heart and my soul and my body...
just be mine


Be my All-American boy tonight
baby you light my fire
it's gonna be alright, alright!

Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my...
just, be my, be my...
my All-American boy

I Feel Like My Family Just Got a Lot Bigger

The call came Thursday at 11:00.  One of my partner's cousins called to say that his favorite Aunt had passed away the night before and that the funeral was going to be in a small town in western Iowa on Saturday.  There was no way to arrange to fly so we got in the car on Friday morning and drove for 12 hours. 

My partner was worried about how his family would receive me/us.  I have met some of my partner's family at his daughter's wedding four years ago but this weekend was going to be a lot of family that I have not met and it was going to be at a funeral in a Catholic church in the middle of cornfield-conservative-country.  I mean two hours drive from where we left the interstate let alone a big city.  Hell my cell phone didn't work. 

At the funeral service I was as nervous as a pregnant whore in Sunday School.  I felt like there was a big "Gay" sign on my forehead.  The fact that we are gay or partners or married is no secret.  But damn, I was sitting with my handsome partner in the fourth row of a Catholic church with the family.  I am six, three with silver hair.  I stick out!

After the service we ate dinner with my partner's family in the church hall and then went to the cemetery and then to the family home.  Then something wonderful began to happen. 

All of my partner's family went out of their way to make me feel welcome.  We talked and laughed.  We did the same normal stuff that every family does at these sort of things.  People asked about me and my job and my family.  When we said our goodbyes I was surrounded with hugs and kisses (many from men) and admonished to visit and promises were made to come see  us.

I sat in the passenger seat as we drove down the two miles of gravel road to get back to the road to our hotel  I watched the lush green fields of corn and soybeans slide by as the sun slid towards the horizon.  I thought how beautiful it was there and how wrong I had been about the people there.  They didn't give a damn if I was gay or green as long as my partner was happy.  They love him so they love me.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) who has been out of the closet now for 8 years I still worry about being accepted.  An old bad habit I guess.  But the bottom line is that when you love someone you want them to be happy.  If someone doesn't want you to be happy, maybe they don't really love you...could be.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Talking to the Grandkids

It was the summer family reunion.  The kids had been chasing lighting bugs and my grandsons had come up to the porch to show off their jars of glowing bugs.  The two littlest ones (both four years old) fell onto my lap and the oldest (12 years old) sat across from me.  I chatted and laughed and they wiggled and giggled. 

One of them started to play with my chocker.  It is a bone and wood fish hook on a string that we got in Hawaii when we got married there in April.  They asked what it was and I told them that Mark and I had each gotten one when we were there and got married because we were "hooked on each other."  The little ones didn't think too much about it but I could see my 12 year old grandson's eyes get really big.

So after the little ones wondered away to release their lighting bugs I talked to my 12 year old grandson.  I asked him if he knew that Mark and I were married.  He said no, he thought that we were just friends.  We talked more and I answered his questions but he really didn't have that many.

Mark and I live in Dallas and my grandsons live in Chicago so we don't see each other enough.  But it didn't seem to be that big of a deal to my grandson.  I guess it is a matter of changes in attitudes from one generation to the other but I am grateful that my children and my grandchildren are good with me being a LBG (Late Breaking Gay). 

It always seems like it will be so hard to tell someone, especially people that you love that you are gay.  But in truth, it is the easiest thing in the world.  People who love you, love you no matter what and being honest with them just makes that love grow stronger.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

"Ding-Dong! DOMA Is Dead"

Once there was a wicked law
In the lovely land of Oz
And a wicked old, wicked old, wicked old law that never ever was
It filled the folks in munchkin land
With terror and with dread
'Till one fine day from Kansas
A house fell on its head
And the court pronounced it dead
And through the town the joyous news went running
The joyous news that the wicked old law
Was finally done in

Ding-dong! DOMA is dead.

‒ Which old law?
‒ Well, uh,.. the DOMA law!
‒ Oh.

Ding-dong! The wicked law is dead.
Oh yeah, happy day
Wake up you sleepy head,
Rub your eyes, and get out of that bed.
Wake up, the wicked law is dead.

It's gone where the goblins go,
Below, below, below. Yo-ho
Let's open up and sing and ring those bells out.
Sing the news out.

Ding-dong, the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know the wicked old DOMA is dead!
Why everyone's glad,
It took such a crowning
Bein' hit by a house is even worse than drowning
Let 'em know the wicked old law is dead!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Life and Death Choices

What if you had a choice between life and death?

We mostly just wake up, let the dog out, make coffee, eat breakfast, shower, shave, dress and keep going - this is life.  Or is it?

What if that life were more about choices.  What if you could wake up one day and choose to do something entirely different.  What if you could be something, someone, entirely different.

One day you are just an average Joe commuting to work.  The next day you are a Joe that has come out to the world that you are gay.  You still commute to work.  You still let the dog out and make coffee. 

But you feel different.

You feel honest and free.

What does it take? 

It takes letting the part of you that is afraid die.

If you are on the verge of coming out of the closet - don't be afraid - when you come out you get to start a new life.  It may not be easy but it will be the real you.  

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Figuring It Out

When I was in the closet I was by most counts a pretty conservative guy.  Married to a good woman, two children, house in the suburbs, a dog and two cars in the garage.  I went to church, I didn't drink, smoke or use drugs.  I was miserable!
Now I am married to the most wonderful man in the world, between us we have five children and five grandchildren, we have a house in the suburbs, a dog, two cats and a 27 year old child living with us. I go to church. I am happier than I could ever imagine.

What changed?  I acknowledged that I was gay!

By all standard societal measures my life wasn't pretty good.

As a LBG(Late Breaking Gay) I am glad I figured out life before I was too old to enjoy it.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Aussie LBGs (Late Breaking Gays)

Everyone loves those Australian boys. 

That includes loving those Aussie LBGs (Late Breaking

Don't know what it is. 

Maybe it is those wonderful accents.

Or it could be those Life Guards in their speedos with their butts hanging out. 

Maybe it is that casual attitude or those friendly smiles. 

I know that I just want to grab every Australian guy and give them a big wet kiss and then lick them clean down to their toes.

Sex Toys for LBGs (Late Breaking Gays)

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) you may be new to sex toys. If you are single sex toys can be a lot of fun in the shower, jacking off with porn or just learning more about yourself.
There are an almost infinite variety of sex toys but I can recommend a few:

Cock rings: Cock rings are a ring of rubber (think "O" ring)
 or silicone or metal that goes around your cock and/or balls. The cock ring can go just around the base of your cock or around your balls and cock.  Just as cocks come in all different sizes so do cock rings.  You can get a set of different sized cock rings or try a couple of different stretchy ones at first then you can experiment with the hard ones.  It should gently restrict the flow of blood out of the cock to keep your dick harder for longer.

Dildos: a dildo is a hard rubber shaft that goes up your ass. Dildos can look like a cock even with balls but they also come in a wild variety of shapes and sizes. If you have never used a dildo start with a small dildo with lots of lube and work up to larger ones as you get comfortable.

Douche: just to keep things neat and clean - clean out your ass before you use a dildo or have sex. You and your partner will appreciate it.  There are inexpensive enema kits available at the drug store or you can get kinkier ones on-line. I prefer a wand that hooks into the shower like a shower wand. But don't overdo it - if you clean out too deep you will have diarrhea for a week. I recommend cleaning out in the shower – hold the water in your ass and then move over to the stool to release it. Repeat until you run clear - but again - don't overdo it.

Allow me to recommend
Fort Troff Sex Toys as a good source. They have everything from tame to wild.


Saturday, May 25, 2013

Grab the Brass Ring

When I was a kid we would spend the summers with my grandparents and great grandparents at their homes in Monticello Indiana. The houses were on a small bluff overlooking Lake Shafer.  And down the lake was a small amusement park and board-walk called Indiana Beach.  It has been there for generations.  (My mother saw Elvis there.) 

For us as kids it was a once or twice a summer treat to go down and ride the roller coaster, whirl-a-gig and of course the carousel.

If you rode one of the horses on the far outside ring of the carousel you could try to grab a ring from a dispenser arm that stuck out towards the carousel.  As a kid it was a real challenge.  Most of the rings were iron but one or two on each ride would be brass.  If you got a brass ring you got to come back for a second free ride.

Maybe in today's world of 3D movies and shoot em up games on our computer devices a carousel seems a little tame, but for me as a kid it was a thrill.  Just trying to grab that ring was so exciting and to actually get one of those brass rings made me feel like a real winner.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) it is as though I have finally been able to grab the brass ring - and now I am getting that second chance - that free ride.

If you are reading this and have not come out of the closet - I assure you - that second chance is a real thrill. 

If you have come out - enjoy the ride.

To Russia With Love

Hello to my friends in Russia.
 I am not sure how I ended up with readers in Russia but I am delighted.

Let me know what your experience has been like coming out late in life in Russia.

I know that the details of coming out for a LBG {Late Breaking Gay) will be different for all of us but are there special things about the process that apply just to a Russian?

Do you have to be a little more in the closet?

Let the rest of us know- you boys are hot!

Привет моим друзьям в России. / Я не уверен как я в конечном итоге с читателями в России, но я очень рад. Позвольте мне знать, что ваш опыт был как выходит в конце жизни в России.  Я знаю, что детали выходит за LBG {конце разорвать Gay) будет отличаться для всех нас, но существуют специальные вещи о процессе, которые применяются только к русским?  Вам нужно быть немного больше в шкафу?  Пусть остальные из нас знают - мальчиков ты горячая!

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Gay Scouts of America

This afternoon the Boy Scouts will decide if they
will allow openly gay boys to be Boy Scouts.

 Unless the leaders are intent on trying to somehow "make" a kid straight I don't know why this is a problem.  Every boy should be able to participate.  The Boy Scouts have some good things to offer.  I know that there is a emphasis on God and country and being morally "straight". 

I know lots of gay men that are model citizens and I would trust their moral values in any situation.  Gay boys need that kind of direction.

Being gay or striaght isn't a choice or something you learn or get a merit badge for.

Will there be fooling around in the pup tent?  Well of course - there always has been.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Oh Sweet Mystery of Life

Was the very first time wonderful?

Was it the sweet mystery of life?

Who was it?

Where was it?

How old were you?

For some of us it was traumatic.

For some of us it was heaven.

But it was nothing to be ashamed of.

If you were too young to make a decision or old enough to know what your were doing you did nothing wrong.

When you enjoy gay sex - no matter how you were introduced to it - it is the the "Sweet Mystery of Life" - just enjoy it!

It is your gift!

Sunday, May 19, 2013

gay dreams

Day dreams

Night dreams

Wet dreams


You have had them 

- in the dream it is dark

- only a street light

- the light of a match flairs

- a few feet away

- a young man is lighting a cigarette

- framed in a doorway

- he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist

- his white tank top shows off his pecs

- he is wearing tight black jeans

- you can see his swollen package

- he shakes out the match

- his right hand moves down

- he adjusts his package

- he is looking right at you

- he looks you up and down

- seemingly satisfied he locks eyes with you

- his eyes are green

- his lashes long

- he lifts one eyebrow

- you move to his side

- he offers you a cigarette

- you accept

- you move in closer for a light
- his hair is brown and wavy

- touching his shirt collar

- his skin is tanned and smooth

- your right leg brushes against his left leg

- you touch his forearm

- to steady the match

- his flesh is warm and firm

- you can smell him

- warm and earthy

- you can feel his breath

- sweet and warm on your neck

- you reach down to touch his hip

- he shifts his weight against your hand

- your hand slides back to caress his firm ass

- his body moves in to press against your hips

- he takes your hand

- and and moves it to his swelling package

- his cock is hard and throbbing beneath the denim

- his zipper all but explodes

- his hard and trobbing dick jumps out into your hand

- you kneel down to take his cock into your eager mouth

You wake with a hard on and a wet sticky load in your PJs

Yes- you might be gay - a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) - Enjoy

Fathers and Uncles

Who was that first man?
Was it your uncle?
Your father?
Your coach?
Your scout master?
An older boy?

Where did it happen?
In the shower?
At the gym?
In a tent?
At a sleep over?
In the barn?

Many LBGs (Late Breaking Gays) gay men have been introduced to gay sex by male family members, coaches, uncles, fathers, cousins.

Was it horrible?  
Was it rape?  
Was it consensual?  
Were you too young to consent?  
Were you curious?
Were you ashamed?
Were you manipulated?
Were you used?

I don't know about you but I have obsessed about it and cried about it and been angry about it.

These are important questions but now that you are out - you can dwell on it or deal with it.

I know that have gotten past it.

Tamping It Down

What have you done to tamp down those "feelings"?

Did you jack off in the shower?

Did you watch straight porn?  (You got hard when you saw the guys cock didn't you?)

Did you linger in the underwear department?

Did you grab the JC Penny's catalog the moment it arrived and turn to the underwear section?

Did you get married?

Did you got to seminary?

You are a LBG - Late Breaking Gay - its OK - Enjoy!

Religious Guilt for Late Breaking Gays

I was a Southern Baptist preacher.
My husband was in Catholic Seminarian.

Guess what?  We both dealt with guilt.

I know that is a shock.

But after we came out - we got past the guilt.

Think of the people who have stayed in the closet way too long - they feel guilty and horrible.  They feel like monsters.  They feel perverse.

Come out - come out wherever you are - you will feel better.

Explaining it to the Kids

Explaining that you are gay or a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) to your children may
seem like the hardest part - and it will be hard - but kids aren't as stupid as we give them credit for.  Especially today's kids.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) I was all concerned about telling my kids - they took it pretty well and certainly my husband's kids took it extremely well. But turn it around, a good friend of mine at work came to me this week to tell me that her 22 year old daughter is dating a girl.  

We get all caught up in what other people might think (and certainly some people have a negative reaction) but it is more important to find yourself and to be true to yourself than to try to force yourself to be something that you are not.  That is true even if you are trying to be what your kids think you are.  You will eventually break under the strain.  

Tell them the truth!

So Which One of You is the Girl?

The night that we got married in Hawaii we met a few friends at the bar at the beach.   One of them asked "So which one of you is the girl?'
While I am out at work I don't make a huge thing of it and the person who asked the question works for the same company but in a different office in my town so I haven't had all that much contact with her.

Besides that as a LBG "Late Breaking Gay" I am still not use to that kind of question.  I know that straight folk are becoming fairly accepting but that doesn't mean they understand.

And of course there are all kinds of way to be gay.  That is something I kind of clung to when I was struggling with coming out.  I would tell myself that I wasn't "very" gay.  There are some gays that are pretty feminine.  But if you are struggling with coming out like I was and it scares you that you might have to take on a certain "role" when you come out - forget it.

When you come out you will be who you are right now.  And if you want to be something different that is ok.  I wear tighter jeans now - I unbutton more buttons on my shirt than I use to - I wear more jewelry - my underwear  is sure as hell a lot hotter than when I was in the closet (and I have a lot more of it) but I am still the same person.

And as for my role in sex: I am a "creative-versatile-top."  There are all kinds of labels: Top, Bottom, Versatile, Fem, Butch, Twink - I could go on - there are a thousand shades of gay.

But as I told my friend on the beach in Hawaii - "You don't get it!  We are both masculine!"  That is just it, being gay doesn't mean you aren't a man - it just means you like men.        

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Biblically Gay


I  have been told that the bible contains

six (6) admonishments
362 to heterosexuals.
This does not mean that
God does not love
it just means they need more supervision.

Monday, May 13, 2013

And Then There Were Twelve

Today Minnesota became the 12th state in the union
to approve same sex unions. With those twelve states and  Washington D.C. there are now 56 million people living in states with marriage equality.

I am pleased.  I am hopeful. But 12 is not enough.  Look, I live in Texas and I am old enough that I really don't see Texas approving same sex unions in my life time.  I want to be wrong but the south in general and Texas in particular is stuck in another era.

The only hope I have for marriage equality in Texas in my lifetime is that DOMA gets repealed.  DOMA is unconstitutional on its face. DOMA is after all a clear violation of the constitutional mandate that requires recognition of contracts between states.  Hell I can drive my car in all 50 states because I have it registered and licensed in Texas but my husband and I aren't legal in our home state even though we are legal in another state.  That is bogus!

I am hoping the the Supreme Court will overthrow DOMA but if they don't I have a plan.  First we have all kinds of legal documents to cover us in almost any circumstances.  Second I want to get married in as many states as possible.  I would just love for someone to challenge me or my husband on the legality of our relationship and we can slide a stack of marriage certificates across the table.  Our relationship is recognized in 12 states - why wouldn't it be recognized here.

I get it that you can find passages in the Bible that condemn homosexuality.  I won't get into the ancient societal biases.  I won't get into the fact that Jesus was far more about love than condemning anyone for who they loved.  I get that some have an issue with homosexuality.  But they base it on religious values.  This country was founded on the need to protect people from religious values.    

As a LBG (late breaking gay) I got to say that this needs to be fixed!  Good grief I am over 60 - how am I going to harm society by going to bed with the man that I love?

I am pleased to no end by 12 states recognizing that gay marriage is totally legal.  But it needs to be fixed on a national basis.  

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Slip Sliding Away

Tick, Tock, Tick!
What are you waiting on?

I know I was waiting on:
the kids to move out,
the house to be paid for,
a better job.


Just take care of yourself.

Everything and everyone else will take care of itself!

Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle said it in "Slip Sliding Away"

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man

My friend, as a LBG (Late-Breaking-Gay) you will not get any younger, you will not get better looking, your kids will not get to a point where they will understand any better, and your wife will never understand. 

Just do it!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Coming Out at Fifty - Ten Years Later

So what was I expecting exactly?

Honestly when I came out at fifty I thought that
I was ruining my life.  I thought that I was making the biggest mistake of my life.  I was sure that I was too old to come out.  I figured that I would never have a date with a man, let alone have gay sex.  It never occurred to me, NEVER, that I could be in a loving stable relationship with a wonderful caring, sexy, handsome husband.
Now, ten years later I am happier than I have been in my life.

My friend, if you are reading this from your "closet" I can tell you, life is going to be all right.  Be a LBG (Late-Breaking-Gay).  If you are able to unlock the door and walk away one last time you will survive.

You will be happy.
You will feel free.
You will find new reasons to live.
You will sleep better.
You will know you are honest.

Coming out of the closet will not fix everything but you won't be as worried about everything else.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Watching America Change as a LBG (Late-Breaking-Gay)

It seems like the news is full of happy changes
in attitudes towards gay Americans. It has been way too long in coming. As a LBG (Late-Breaking-Gay) I am grateful and humbled. I sometimes feel like a ton of bricks has been taken off of my back. Before I came out I could never have visualized the change that is taking place in America right now.

Eleven states (and counting) have approved some sort of gay unions. My partner and I have gotten legally married (civil union) in Hawaii and plan on getting married in as many states as possible. Our home state of Texas does not recognize gay marriage and I can't imagine that changing any time soon – but I didn’t think there would be as much change as there has been in the last couple of years. 

Who could have foreseen the President of the United States coming out for gay marriage?  It isn’t like the freeing of the slaves but it is a huge change – and one that is bringing lots of good things.

Now we just need the Supreme Court to shut down DOMA and for the rednecks to mind their own business.

Of Leather and Opera

My Husband and I like lots of different things – what?

This last Friday we went to a leather bar (in leather harnesses and leather hats and gauntlets and I wore my leather jeans. 

On Saturday we went to the opera. 
We stay busy with lots of different things – some very gay and some very straight (there was also a birthday party Saturday for my Husband’s youngest grandchild.)

As a LBG (late-breaking-gay) here is what is wonderful about that:  when you come out life changes but it can be wonderful changes.  For us it has been keeping in touch and in friendship with straight friends, enjoying our families and also embracing our “gayness” and adding that aspect to our lives. 

It is great to be a LBG (late-breaking-gay)!

Wedding in Hawaii

I don’t know if it was the Trade Winds gently stirring the palm leaves or the Mai Tais or the wonderful man at my side, but it was certainly was one of the most perfect and romantic days of my life.
My partner (now I guess I can officially say husband) got to spend 5 days in Honolulu.  We did lots of touristy things like a trip to Pearl Harbor and a catamaran trip to snorkel with sea turtles and watch mother and baby whales playing in the ocean.  But the huge highlight of the trip was our wedding.  Technically a Civil Union under Hawaiian law but still significant to us. 
The day of the wedding we spent the morning on the cliffs below Diamond Head.  You can get naked up on the ledges if you are just a little discreet.  We met a couple of guys that turned out to be airline attendants.  It was really nice to lay out naked with a group of guys with the Pacific in the background and the son touching all over.

Then we went back to the hotel for lunch and to clean up and get dressed for the wedding.  The dressing took a little longer than anticipated – there were pictures taken in the shower.  But we made it to Magic Island on time.  I was in all white and he wore a black shirt and tan pants.  We looked fabulous!  It was just the two of us and the minister but with the harbor full of sail boats and Diamond Head in the back ground it was perfectly romantic.
The vows were simple but so moving.  I had never been happier or more in love in my life.  After the ceremony we just sat on a park bench and smiled and laughed and enjoyed each other and the beautiful world around us. 

We went back to the Hotel and had wonderful sex (we had to consummate the marriage!)   We cleaned up again and changed outfits and went to a huge luau.  The word had gotten around that we had gotten married that afternoon and we were congratulated over and over again by many in our group.
The evening ended with Mai Tais with friends and a walk along the beach.  Oh and of course more sex before we called it a night (or morning.)

When I came out , I never saw such things in my future when I came out.  I thought that a LBG (late-breaking-gay) I was going to be lucky to have a little fun.  I never imagined that I would fall in love and get married to a man that I know is my soul-mate.
If you haven’t come out yet – if you don’t ever come out – or if you have come out but haven’t found that soul mate – don’t give up – just be the best person you can be and you will make it.  It does get better when you come out and let you be you. 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Squealing Like Little Girls / Roaring Like Lions

You know the sound little girls make when they scream?  

When we are having sex we scream like that.

We scream till the windows rattle. 
We scream like we are being murdered. 
We scream like we just stepped on a snake.  
We scream until all the air is gone from our lungs then we gasp in air and scream again. 

Oh there is lots of panting and oohs and aah and even the roars of lions and tigers and bears - but it is that high pitched primal squeal of joy that I like the best.

Unfortunately the dog doesn't like it much.