Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 21:39:53 -0800
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam Caldwell's Further Adventures 15

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                         SAM CALDWELL'S FURTHER ADVENTURES

                                   by Macout Mann



                                     Chapter 15

                                   New Year's Day


It's almost ten when Sam wakes up.  His hard dick is pressed against
David's backside.  David is also sporting a morning hard-on.  Sam reaches
over the boy's shoulders and wakes him up by tweaking his nipples.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Sam murmurs.  Then, "How did you like sleeping
with someone?"

"I'd do it every night, if I could."

"Ever suck a guy off that had a piss-hard-on?" Sam asks.

Before David can answer they are head to toe seeking mutual relief in a
sixty-nine.  Then together they head to the bathroom seek the other kind of
relief.  "Much easier to piss after you've cum," Sam laughs.

"Yeah," David replies.  "I never understood that.  I guess it's to remind
us that we shouldn't piss inside of somebody's mouth or ass."

Sam makes waffles and coffee and fries up bacon.  They are still naked and
enjoying breakfast when the door chime sounds.

"Shit, that's gotta be Merritt again," Sam says.  "Be very quiet."

He checks the peep hole, determined not to answer.  But standing in the
hall is Aris.  Sam swings the door open.

"Goddamn!" Aris exclaims, once he sees a naked David.  "Now I see why you
wouldn't come to our party last night."  He claws his cock appreciatively.

"Down, boy!" Sam orders.  Then he says, "Dave, this is another of my
wayward friends, Aris Kanteres.  He can't keep his dick in his pants
either."

Can anybody?" David laughs.

"Not if they've ever pulled it out," Aris jokes.

"But if you been at the party, you'd have gotten portrait commissions out
the ass," he continues.  "Better be prepared for an avalanche of phone
calls next week."

"You mean your dad showed the portrait off to the governor and all his
other guests?"

"Shit yes," Aris answers.  "You know dad.  He went through the whole deal
about the ancient Olympics and how he wanted me to be painted nude like
them, and everybody trooped into the library to see the picture.  Then they
all wanted a portrait too.  And wanted to know who the artist was."

"So the official gubernatorial portrait will be a naked Zell Miller?" Sam
laughs.

"Oh no, they don't want to be nude.  They just want to be painted by Sam
Michelangelo.  Although, come to think of it, some of the debutantes might
like to be bareassed." Aris giggles.

"You know I don't paint gals without clothes," Sam grins.  "I gotta have a
subject I can get a hard-on over."

"By the way," Aris adds, "Dad jacked up the purchase price to twenty
thousand, so when the people call, you might keep that in mind."

Sam stops to explain to David what the conversation is all about,
mentioning that this was the party that they didn't go to last night,
because Sam wanted to spend New Year's Eve with him.  Sam also goes into a
drawer to produce an eight by ten photograph of Aris' portrait.

"Man, that's some dick you've got," David says.  "I can see why you don't
keep it in your pants."  He doesn't hesitate to give Aris a feel.

Aris responds by letting David have a look.

Soon Aris is dumping his cream down David's throat.

"You ought to feel honored," Sam tells Aris.  "He usually charges fifty
bucks for head."

"Well, after that we ought to find someplace that's open, and I'll buy
lunch," Aris says.

"Hell, man, we just finished breakfast.  If we ever get dressed, we're
going sightseeing," Sam tells him.



Overnight a cold front had passed through, so it was sunny but in the 20s
outside.  David needs something warmer than a jean jacket.  So Sam stops at
a discount store and buys him a heavier one.  Then they head east of the
city to Stone Mountain.

Sam is sure that David had thought he was being brought to Atlanta for
nothing but sex.  And that's exactly what the boy had thought.  But for
some reason Sam doesn't really understand himself, he wants to see his
protégé's reaction to some of Atlanta's cultural landmarks.  Perhaps
because when he was David's age, he had experienced so little of what was
out there himself.

First they visit the world's largest bas relief carving, begun by Gutzon
Barglum, the same sculptor who later did the Mount Rushmore figures.
Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and Jefferson Davis, all on horseback,
each stand 140 feet tall on the northern face of Stone Mountain.  David is
impressed by the sheer size of the memorial, but the degree of skill and
engineering expertise that went into the creation of the figures seems to
escape him.

They do have barbecue at one of the many restaurants around Stone Mountain,
then head to South Atlanta and Grant Park.  As they drive along, David
can't resist playing with Sam's sausage, and Sam reciprocates.  The
afternoon isn't totally educational.  Sam even lets his passenger open his
fly and expose his now hard shaft to approaching truckers.  He says it's
nothing they haven't seen before anyway.

They visit the Atlanta Cyclorama.  Sam explains that it is not great art,
but until fairly recently it was the world's largest oil painting.  It
offers visitors a 360 degree view of the Civil War Battle of Atlanta with
accompanying narration that explains the progress of the battle.  David is
fascinated.  They had learned about the battle in history class, and the
picture brings it alive to him.

Adjacent to the Cyclorama is the Atlanta Zoo, their next stop.  They spend
the rest of the afternoon there, and David again is entranced, especially
by the less well known specimens.  He wants to know all about them.  Sam
could not be more pleased.

They go to dinner at the Georgian Terrace Hotel.  They are the most
casually dressed of the diners, but Sam is well known and they are soon
seated.  After dinner they cross the street to the Fox Theatre, where a New
Year's recital is being played on "Big Mo," the theatre's organ.  Capping a
day of superlatives, David is told that "Big Mo" is the biggest theatre
organ in the country, except for the one at New York's Radio City Music
Hall.

What Sam really wants to see David's reaction to, however, is the theatre's
architecture with its deep blue ceiling scattered with twinkling stars.
David loves it, and also is impressed by the recital, containing a variety
of music showing off the organ's spectacular range of sounds.

After an event packed day, they return to Sam's pad and climb into bed.
David snuggles close to Sam and fingers his stiffening rod.  "Shit," he
murmurs, "I could get used to this real easy."

Sam ignores the implication of his young friend's comment, but thinks that
he could too.  Rather than answering, he uses his lips to stimulate David's
pecs.

"Mmmmmm," David responds.  "I gotta teach tricks to do that."

Soon they are pleasuring each other's erections.  "I never thought sucking
could be this much fun," David manages to say.  And later, "I never thought
getting fucked would feel this good."

The young hustler had discovered something.

David doesn't often offer his ass to tricks, so he is still almost
virginally tight.  Sam takes his time with long slow strokes, making the
experience last as long as he can tolerate edging himself.  But before they
fell asleep in each other's arms, David had dropped five loads, Sam three.

Next morning, they were enough rejuvenated for more fun before it was time
for David to return to Columbus.  He still wanted to hitchhike.  Sam told
him he'd rather he ride the bus, but finally drove him south to a busy ramp
on I 85.  He made David promise to find a motel if he got stranded and to
call him so he could give his American Express Card number to the desk
clerk.  He didn't want David to have to spend the night in the cold.

David did call a little after four to tell Sam that he was safe and sound
in Columbus and to thank him for "an awesome weekend."

"I also made a few bucks along the way," he laughed.  "Fairy about your
age.  Started rubbing his dick as soon as I got in the car.  I scratched
mine.  He said he sure was horny.  I told him I could help him out but it'd
cost him.  He asked `how much?'  I gave him a good deal.  He didn't look
like he had a lot of money."

"Well, you sure couldn't have done that on the bus," Sam said.

"Oh, I dunno.  I got sucked one time on a Columbus city bus."