Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 19:12:35 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex in School and Out - 3

SEX IN SCHOOL AND OUT

After in Arizona

Neither Gene nor I could take off immediately after
graduation.  We had stuff to move and the apartment
to clean.  I hated leaving the apartment; it had been
the scene of many good times and I had great
memories of living here.   I asked the landlady if I
could leave some dishes, cleaning equipment and
supplies - that sort of stuff.  She said that was fine
with her.  She was about in tears anyway saying
she'd miss me.  It made me feel even worse about
leaving.  Then, maybe it was Sonny she was going to
miss.

Gene helped me load my car and we took my stuff
home.  When we came back, I helped him load his
car and we took off the same day. I was going to see
my sister, Sunny, and Gene was going to spend the
summer with his grandparents.  Their house needed
some repairs and some painting and he wanted to do
it for them.

We left in mid afternoon, followed each other to
Denver, got a hotel that was freeway close and
decided to celebrate our last night together by going
to a steam bath in the evening.

Neither of us had ever been to one.

It turned out to be a wild night.  Partitions with glory
holes, booths with porno TVs playing and glory holes
between the booths, gang-bang rooms where you
could watch guys getting fucked or sucked off in
slings or other places.  We had fun everywhere but I
think the most fun was when we were in one of the
booths with a porno TV and saw an elderly guy
looking at us through the hole while he jacked off.  We
slung our small towels over our shoulders, kissed and
took turns going down on each other until we realized
we were driving the poor guy crazy.

So we gave him some.

First Gene let him suck on his cock and then we
switched cocks on him.  He jacked out a load, and
said, through the hole, "Thanks, that was soooo
good."

We never did see what was on the video.

The next morning I continued south on I-25 and Gene
took off across the mountains on I-70.  I had checked
my atlas and decided to stay on I-25 through both
Colorado and New Mexico and then take I-10 west
into Arizona until I could drop on down to Sierra City.
The route made Albuquerque the only town of any
size I'd go through.  I tried, half-heartedly, to find a
gay bar but couldn't so I gave it up.  The long drive
and the Denver escapade had done me in, anyway.
Sunny, the canine Sunny, was a real traveler.

I used the word 'canine' because Sonny didn't like to
be called a dog.  She never met a dog she liked.  She
obviously regarded herself as a human.

She loved the long ride in the Grand Am. The front,
passenger seat had more room for her to nap than
the old Geo.   When I ate, I saved her some
breakfast, bought lunch at a drive-through to share,
went out for dinner and saved some of that to bring
back to the room.  As long as I left my luggage open
in the room and something I'd been wearing on the
bed, like a T-shirt, she was perfectly content.

It was late the second day when I arrived in Sierra
City and I was tired, so Sonny and I sort of spent what
remained of the evening catching up on each other's
news.

The next night we went to a bar out on the edge of
town at the south end of the principal, east-west street
in town.  It had a wood, old-western type front -
someone's romance with the Wild West days or lack
of appreciation of good architecture.

I managed not to puke when I saw it.

The inside was no better but was filled with bodies.
There was only one vacant     bar stool, I told Sonny
to take it, as she and a guy at the adjacent stool
seemed to know each other.  He was a hot looker.

I wished I known him.

There was space at the end of the bar where it curved
to the wall.  Sonny said there were no stools there,
but I told her I didn't mind.

I thought the bartender would ID Sonny - she still
looked like a teenager.

He didn't.  He kissed her.

I went to the end of the bar and stood next to a guy
standing, leaning against the wall - a brown haired
guy with a tinge of red to his hair and small, trimmed
mustache - he had on a black T-shirt and tight blue
jeans that revealed an interesting package.  Like
Sonny, he looked like a teen-ager and was waiting to
be served.

Again, I thought the bartender would ID him.

The bartender didn't; the guy ordered a bourbon and
water.

He didn't speak.  I thought he might be gay, but
maybe he'd seen my coming into the bar with Sonny
and that put him off.

The bartender had no sooner brought my Scotch and
soda and the other guys drink when the lights
dimmed, the pianist started playing and three girls
started a strip tease on a small stage, under bright
lights, at the opposite side of the room.

Fuck, it was a damn pussy joint and a strip tease no
less.

I managed not to puke but did get the bartender's
attention and told him to bring me a double and
another double for the guy leaning against the wall (I
didn't say it in those exact words but nodded my head
toward the guy).

The guy thanked me and when I turned to look at him
I saw he was exposing himself; his, flaccid, seven
inches of cut meat was out of his fly and hanging
straight down.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his
cock; he unzipped my pants and took mine out.  We
had almost identical equipment.

He spoke first, asking:  "You with the girl you came in
with, or can we leave together?"

"She's my sister.  I think she's hooking up with the
guy sitting to her right, so we can leave together.  Do
you want to go now?"

"Let's finish our drinks first.  Thanks by the way.  In
the meantime, look at guys sitting at the tables.
Someone is usually jacking off while the cunts are
taking their clothes off."

I did.  He was right.  Caught two dudes with their
hands under the table jacking off.  Now my dick was
really hard.

I put it back in.

On the way out I told Sonny I was leaving with
someone, gave her my car keys and told her to take it
home whatever else happened.

"What about the dog, Mike?"

"Put her on the bed I slept in last night and let her out
in your backyard (which was fenced) by seven in the
morning."

Once in his car, I learned his name was Lance.  He
stopped at a liquor store in a small shopping center
near the intersection of the two main streets in town.  I
went in with him but he wouldn't let me pay for the
bottle of Johnny Walker Scotch and Jim Beam
Bourbon he'd ordered.

Lance lived on the second floor of a building in a
complex of two story apartments, accessed by an
exterior balcony in, roughly, the northwestern part of
town.

We left a trail of clothing from the front door to the
kitchen and on into his bedroom.  It was both obvious
and inevitable that we both needed and would
achieve quick, sexual relief.

We  69nd.

It was also obvious that he hadn't taken me home for
a few seconds of intense sex.  I didn't know what
would transpire but I knew it would be a long and
pleasurable experience and I sensed Lance knew
more about sex between men than I did.

I was right.

He was one hot, horny motherfucker and after a few
more drinks he had me hotter than I'd been in a long
time.  By two in the morning we'd both sucked and
fucked each other. He had hair on his chest, lower
arms and lower legs, all clipped to about a quarter-
inch long.  Besides having me horny he had my skin
tingling with an electrifying sort of pain whenever he
rubbed against me.  He took me back to Sonny's on
his way to work and in the car told me there was more
day time sex to be had in Sierra City than there was in
the evenings.  He said he had varying hours but he'd
look for me in the strip joint whenever he could get
there.  He was a civilian employee at the military fort
at the edge of town.

It was obvious that Sonny had brought her friend
home.  In fact there was a used condom in the toilet
bowl.  They must have done the dirty this morning just
before I arrived.  After breakfast, she got a bit bitchy
with me for some reason.  Maybe she had a
hangover.

"Have you ever told mom and dad that you're gay?"

"Nope."

"Why not.  Chicken?"

"Nope.  They've never asked."

"You're going to wait until they ask?"

"Yep."

"When they ask, you'll tell them?"

"Maybe.  I'll decide when they ask.  I don't know what
it would solve if I did.  Nothing as far as I'm
concerned."

"So you're comfortable with it?"

"Yep.  Why all the questions.  Does it bother you?"

"No I have no prejudices against gays.  You know
that."

I don't know why but she'd brought up the subject and
I just thought I'd elaborate on it for a while.  Meanness
I guess.

"That's good to hear.  How about bisexuals?"

"No.  Of course I've never known any."

"Yes you have."

"Who?"

"Pete."

"How would you know about Pete?"

"I'd been having sex with him for about eighteen
months before you were married."

"You bastard."

"Did something just happen to your open
mindedness?"

"No.  You're just trying to destroy it and hurt me at the
same time."

"No I'm not, neither one."

"Then why did you bring up the subject, asshole."

"You brought the subject up.  I just expanded it a little.
I don't want to hurt you.  I was hoping to help you."

She started to cry, we went into the Living Room and
sat on the couch.  Sunny jumped up and joined us.  It
upset her when people cried.  After sis had calmed
down a little, I asked her if I could tell her more and
give her my ideas on the subject from Pete's point of
view.

She agreed - half heartedly, I might add.

"Sonny, I know you love Pete.  As a matter of fact, I
love him too.  It's neither ordained nor formulated who
people are going to fall in love with.  It just happens,
like a car wreck almost.  It's an accident.   I know
you're not happy being separated.  I think you should
forget going through divorce proceedings, ask him
back and try again.  I'd like to see the two of you
together again, have children, and be happy.  I think
the both of you still love and need each other."

"You're right, so far, but I can't see it working again."

"I can and I'll tell you how.  You might find it strange,
even weird, but with a really open mind you'd succeed
and even begin to enjoy it. Gays and bisexuals are far
more open-minded, far more expansive in their likes
and fantasies than straights.
I know nothing about your sex life with Pete and I
don't want to.  But I'll tell you, from personal
experience, some of the things he likes.  Before sex
he likes to look at both male and female porno
magazines and web sites.  He likes to be tied up
sometimes, other times he likes to tie his partner up;
sometimes he likes blindfolds, he also likes vibrators
and oral sex.  Then, as strange as you might think the
idea is, I'd suggest you buy a strap on dildo and fuck
him in his ass sometimes.  He'd love it, believe me.
He also uses poppers occasionally. He is very
inventive, even to the point of being unpredictable.
You just have to go with the flow - I think that is the
right analogy.  He likes you to react to his exposing
himself.  One time that I'll never forget - he asked me
to undress him.  Under his jock strap he had seven
layers of skimpy jockey shorts = the top one was
black and the colors got wilder with each layer - the
last being bright yellow."

I closed the conversation by saying, "Since you
haven't slapped my face or walked out of the room, I'll
quit my oration with one more thing.  I think Pete is
the most handsome, most sexually attractive man I've
ever met and having sex with him, taking into account
his male equipment, justifies just about any sacrifice
you could make.  Damn, Sonny, he even smells
good."

"Mike, I've got to get in gear, my shift at the hospital
starts at noon and I've got to shower and get ready.
I'll think about what you said.  By the way, I put
seventy dollars on the kitchen counter along with a
shopping list.  Go to a supermarket for me, will you?
There are three in town.  You're bound to find one or
the other."

I took Sunny with me to the supermarket, came back
and unloaded the items that needed to go into the
fridge and then I took off by myself to investigate the
daytime sex locations Lance had given me.

The first one was a huge area of undeveloped land
adjacent to the north area of the city - not
developable because it was owned by the State with
warning signs posted at the entry against dumping
trash on the property.  It turned out to be a lot of
twisting, turning, tracks leading around the desert
among groves of desert trees and bushes.  I ventured
far enough that I started to get more concerned with
finding my way out than with finding whatever kind of
sexual encounters supposedly existed.  Then I saw,
standing under some trees and behind a dead end
area of tire tracks, a young guy dressed in white polo
shirt and a pair of white shorts.  I parked, lit a
cigarette and just watched for a while.

He didn't move, didn't give me a clue one way or the
other.

My dick hardened up, so I walked the fifty feet or so
that separated us - across an area littered with
cigarette packages, beer cans, any and everything
else you could imagine.

I asked him, "Did you walk all the way into the area?"
Mine was the only car in sight.

He pointed behind him and explained that he had a
bicycle tied to a tree just across the dry creek bed and
added, "I've never seen you out here before."

"It's my first time.  I'm just visiting here."

"My name is Paul."  I knew he was Spanish.  Mexico
was about ten miles south of Sierra City and Sonny
had mentioned that there were a lot of Hispanics in
town - legal and illegal.  But, he was light skinned,
dark haired and very slender.  He was a small version
of Pete.

"Mike, glad to meet you."

I had no clue on how to pick up a dude out here, but
Paul was not too communicative, so I knew if the
conversation was going to keep going it would be up
to me, so I said, "A guy told me there was a lot of sex
going on out here."

"I guess.  I come out here now and then looking for
pussy."

That I didn't get.  It wasn't what I'd heard about the
area.  He was a lot smaller than me.  He smelled as
though he'd just smoked a joint or two, so, I said, "I
don't think you're looking in the right area.  Is that all
you're interested in.

"Mostly.  A lot of girls around here like Mexican cock."

"You're a cute guy, I can image they do."

"What are you looking for?"

"A young guy like you to suck or fuck."

"You like boys?"

"Yea, I do."

"You have a cigarette?"

"I left them in the car."  We walked to the car, I
reached in and got my pack, we both took one and I lit
them with my lighter.  Standing by the car, doors
open, I looked down.   He had an erection.

Hot damn!  I reached over and rubbed it through his
pants.  He didn't object.

Instead, he unzipped and showed it to me.  We
finished our cigarettes; he dropped his pants and sat,
sideways, on the driver's seat, feet out the door and
on the ground.  I dropped to my knees and did what a
cocksucker does when there's a hard cock in front of
his eyes.

I serviced him.  He went soft.  No pussy for his cock
now - it was spent - done for - soft and wrinkled =
his cockhead had that clean, just sucked look.

I started to get up off my knees and damn near
passed out with shock.  Guess Paul had his eyes
closed and I was so concentrated on sucking cock
that I was totally surprised to see a young blond guy
with a seven-inch boner just waiting to be sucked.
He'd been standing there watching us and waiting.
He didn't last long - he popped his nuts in a very few
minutes.  He said he'd parked a little ways away and
walked to where he found us.

I must say I liked Sierra City.  After taking a nap, I
cleaned up the kitchen, loaded and ran the
dishwasher and had a late supper ready when Sonny
came home at 8:30 PM.  We had a couple of high
balls before we ate and Sonny got into discussing
Pete again.

She was to the point but not resentful.  She said
forthright, "I've been thinking about our conversation
this morning, Mike.  But, when it gets right down to it, I
don't think I want to try it again with Pete.  You gave
me an insight into him that I would never have
guessed.  But, when I come home from work, I want
to relax a bit, talk over the day with a guy and have
him start something, love me up and fuck me.  I just
cant see going through all kinds of kinky stuff to get a
man horned up.  It's just not me.  I hope you
understand."

I did and I told her so.

"If you want him Mike, he's yours.  I'm going to file for
a divorce."

"Sonny, I shit you not.  I'd love him, but I wouldn't last
as long with him as you did.  He'd be off with another
woman."

"I guess you're not willing to make any sacrifices,
either."  That stunned me.  I was going to have to
think about that.

The next day I took Sonny down to a place along the
river that Lance had told me about.  It turned out to be
a gavel parking area, two porta-potties and a path
leading down to the river (stream actually).  Within a
few feet it split, one path going north under a bridge
and one going south up stream.  I couldn't leave
Sonny in the car because of the heat, so I had her
leash on but carried her because of the tall grass and
weeds.

I didn't know how far you were supposed to walk to
make a contact, but there were three cars in the
parking area when I arrived so I walked until I was
about to turn around and try going down stream.  The
path was winding - nearer to the river at some points.
It was in one of those areas, with thick bushes and tall
grass that I saw a guy standing by the riverbank,
looking at me.  He surprised me and I damn near
jumped.  He'd surprised Sonny, too, and she began to
bark up a storm.

He said his name was Michael - never went by Mike
as a nickname.

Michael was a few years older than I was - or so I
guessed - probably in his late twenties.  He was a
good-looking guy, prematurely gray and dressed in
black denim pants, black T-shirt and black boots with
his pant legs tucked in.  He held his hand out for
Sonny to sniff.  She did and decided he intended no
harm.  We walked about thirty feet in the direction I
was going and stopped in the shade of a grove of
Cottonwood trees.  It turned out that he was a tile-
layer and was on his way home to Bisbee.  He'd been
to Tucson earlier in the day.

Well, things began to happen.  He offered me his
bottle of poppers.  With Sonny's leash in one hand, I
got on my knees and went down on him.  He came
fast and said he hadn't wanted to do that.  I asked him
why and he said he was supposed to fuck his wife
when he got home.  He'd promised.

How lucky can you get?

Back at the parking lot, he left, and I smoked a
cigarette, took a leak in the men's porta-potty and saw
a car drive up.  A tall, dark and handsome guy got
out, opened his trunk, and took out several bags and
a tripod.  He started up stream the same as I'd done
when I found Michael.  The sun had shifted, so I left
Sonny in the car; it was parked in the shade of a tree
and I left the windows cracked and her water bowl on
the floor.  I felt like an asshole following the guy, but I
hadn't climaxed sucking Michael because he'd shot
off so unexpectedly and it left me horned up.

The guy walked much beyond where I'd gone the first
time, stopped at a location where there was a pebbly,
beach-like area barely above the water line and
where the creek widened to about 50 feet.  He knew
I'd been following him and said he was from Austria.
This was his second trip to Arizona and he'd heard
this area was good to photograph, but he was
somewhat disappointed in it.  I responded that I didn't
live here but it was probably more spectacular in the
fall when the foliage turned colors.

As with Michael, things began to happen.  The
conversation turned to sexual things.  He couldn't
figure out the women here in the sates.  They were
friendly but didn't seem to want to put out.  I didn't
believe him but decided to go along with the
discussion as it could lead to other subjects.

It did.  He hadn't had any sex for two weeks.  He
needed some.  I asked him what he'd like to do and
told him I was open to sucking him, fucking him, or
getting fucked.

He asked me how big my cock was and said:  "Will
you show it to me?"

I showed it to him as I reached over and took his out.
When he saw my erected, seven-inch, circumcised
piece of meat, he said,  "Fuck me."

His was about an inch shorter than mine and the head
was covered with a loose looking foreskin which I
couldn't resist pushing back, as much as anything to
see if it would clear his glan.

It did.

He took his shoes and pants off and I did, too.  He
bent over and I eased into his love hole.  Reaching
around I knew his cock had gone soft as usually
happens when a guy's got a dick plowing his ass.  He
was a good fuck and I fucked him good.  It was also
my turn to ejaculate first.  I immediately pulled out,
told him to turn around and had myself a good suck
on his Austrian meat.  His cum was plentiful.  His cum
was tasty.  Arizona was amazing!

It wasn't until after we'd done the dirty that we
exchanged names.  His was John.

I waited for Sunny to get home before eating.  I had
dinner ready and we'd just finished a highball and
ready to sit down at the table when the phone rang.
It was Pete.  Sonny talked to him, told him I was here;
he wanted to talk to me.

He wanted me to continue on to California and gave
me his phone number and address.  I promised him I
would.  After dinner we went back to the strip joint.
Lance didn't show.  The next morning, I left, went
north to I-10, turned left and headed for California.

TO BE CONTINUED