Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 19:09:30 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: BEYOND DREAMS

Hoping you're interested in a thirteen-year-old, eighth grader boy's sex
relations with a big dicked, nineteen-year-old high school senior and a
twenty-three year-old, male teacher, I am going to try to tell you how they
got involved.  But unless I give you some background, the story won't ring
true.  You know what I mean -- it will sound like I made it up, but I didn't.

So, please be patient with me.  I wouldn't want to lose you relating the
background.

It's hard to decide how to start. I think the easiest way, if you don't
think I'm conceited, would be to tell you about myself first and get that
out of the way.  My name is Jason Cooper, I'm thirteen years old and in the
eighth grade.  My nickname is Jase.

I'm a bit on the skinny side, light brown hair that's too long, so my mom
keeps bitching about it.  My eyes are blue. I have high cheekbones and
my face is oval.  My mouth is too wide and my teeth are too large for my
face but my mom says my face will grow into them.

My cock is sort of on the fat side and gets hard to four inches when I'm
jacking but the head looks small to me in comparison to the shaft. I've
seen some other guys' cocks with big heads that I think look better.

I live on a farm north of the North Platte River in Keith County, Nebraska.
The county seat is a town called Ogallala, named after an Indian tribe.

I have a brother, Jarred, twenty years old and away at college. He's got a
girl friend so he doesn't come home except on holidays.  Having a dirty
mind, I suspect he's fucking her but doesn't think she's suitable to bring
home and introduce to mom and dad.

When he was home we shared a bedroom and I'd sometimes catch him
rushing to the bathroom with a piss hard-on, naked in the summer or
sticking out of his pajamas in the winter.  I guess it was seeing Jarred and
his big cock that made me realize I sure liked boys and, at the same time,
had little interest in girls except as friends.

You'll probably think it odd, but at thirteen; I didn't have the slightest
inkling that two boys could do anything together sexually. I thought of
myself as a one of a kind weirdo, doomed to spending my life
masturbating while fantasying about cocks.



Even before puberty I started jacking off.  I sure love to do it.  It feels
so
good while you're doing it and so fantastic when you cum.  When I do it I
think about guys cocks I've managed to sneak a look at in the school toilet
or a new teacher this year, Gene Calvin, who is just out of college, about
23 years old, but very boyish looking and very cute.  He even has dimples
when he smiles.  All the girls in school are ape over him.

My main J O fantasy, though, is Jim Boy (I'll explain the name later) who
is a real stud -- black hair, dark eyes, large lips and beautiful teeth,
that his face has grown into, and a dick that he just cant hide in the leg
of his tight jeans.  He's totally handsome. When I jack off thinking of Jim
Boy it's quicker and easier to get my rocks off and my climaxes are
unbelievable; sometimes they are so intense that while I'm shooting I get
such a terrific headache that it feels like the top of my head is going to
come off.

Jesus, I hope he doesn't know I jack off thinking about him.  We're good
friends, but I've never seen his dick.

He's neither skinny nor muscular; he's in between -- tall, broad shouldered
and tapers down from there. Above everything else though is the way he
looks at me and talks to me.  He could easily talk my pants right off of me.
And his eyes seem to penetrate me, like he even knows what I'm thinking.

I never thought about it until right now, but it's almost as if Jim Boy
hypnotizes me when he looks at me.

Jim Boy's last name is Townsend.  His mom and dad adopted him when
he was less than a month old.  Their house is across the road and about
two hundred yards west of ours.  That's about as close as two farmhouses
get in western Nebraska.  The closeness of our two farms is why I said
Jim Boy and I are good friends.  I've known him all my life.  At the time he
was adopted, his mom's father was living with them and his name was Jim
so they called the baby Jim Boy to avoid confusion and the name just
stuck.

The closeness of the two farmhouses is not all that makes them unique.
They are both relatively new.

The Townsend's original house was so old and had so many problems
they had it demolished and built a new split-level.  Jim Boy has a large
bedroom adjacent to a family room, both located on the lower level under
the upstairs' bedrooms.

Our house burned down before I was born.  The new house looks like a
one-story Cape Cod from the front but from the back it looks like it's two
stories because of a long, nearly flat roofed dormer that runs almost the
full length of the house.  The whole upstairs is my bedroom.  It's super
digs for a kid, especially for a farm kid.  Another good thing about it is
that when Jarred left for college he got a new laptop and gave me his old
desktop and showed me how to use in and set me up with a free e-mail
address.

Jim Boy is a senior in High School; he is nineteen and will be twenty a
couple of months after he graduates.  He should have graduated last year
but he was held back a year in the eighth grade.  He's a good student but
just got lost in the eighth grade.  Then he started complaining of
headaches and his parents took him to a doctor, who in turn referred him
to an ophthalmologist.  He needed glasses and the eye doctor fitted him
with contact lenses and his grades jumped right back up, but he'd already
lost out in the eighth grade.

Our school is a K-12, composed of several prefab buildings linked
together.  When we became a consolidated school district, it was build in
the middle of nowhere just because it was in the center of the new district
and all students, even from several small towns in the district, had the
same length, school bus rides.

Only one more background paragraph and I'll start the story. I promise.

Sorry it took so long.

Last year, when I was twelve, my mom got antsy about my hanging
around Jim Boy so much and I swore I'd kill myself if she restricted my
seeing him.  I accidentally overheard one discussion on the subject
between her and dad and she said something about my having reached
puberty.  What the fuck did that have to do with it?  Anyway, my dad
responded, saying the Townsends were long time friends, lived close, I
was never far from home, Jim Boy looked on me as a young brother so he
wasn't leading me into trouble plus I wasn't off 10 or 15 miles from home
visiting some kid I knew at school but who they didn't know.

NOW FOR THE STORY.  FINALLY!

It was a Friday in late September.  School had been in session for over
three weeks. My parents and the Townsend's had left, together, in the
morning, to go to Omaha for a statewide political convention that would
last through the weekend. It was an election year.

Jim Boy and I were going to spend the weekend together at his house and
I was all excited about it.

Right after I'd eaten lunch in the cafeteria I had to go to the bathroom to
take a leak.  When I went in there was another guy at the front of the long
trough urinal, so I went way to the back, next to the wall.  I had just
fished my dick out when Jim Boy came in, stood right next to me and whipped
his out, I looked, it was the first time I'd ever seen it.  My God but he
was huge, it must have been at least seven inches soft and big around. When
he pulled his foreskin back and I saw his huge cockhead pop out I couldn't
start a stream. I fucking near died. My dick went BOING and sprung straight
out. I shot my rocks off right then and there and Jim Boy saw me do it.
Now he knew.  I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.  I shoved my dick
inside my pants and ran out the door.

There were students in the playground area at the back, so I ran out the
front door and leaned against the building.  I was hardly able to breath.
Damn, I knew I was in more fucking trouble than I could ever handle.
Worse, though, I knew I'd lost my best friend.  And, for the first time
ever, I
realized he was more than a friend.  I loved him.  Too, I hoped he wouldn't
tell my parents or blab it around the school.

I returned to the bathroom.  I still had to piss and was damn near late for
class.

After my first period in the afternoon, I saw Jim Boy in the hall and he
palmed me a folded up note.

I put the note in a text book and went to Mr. Calvin's History Class, chose
a rear row seat adjacent to the window wall and read the note, "Where did
you go? I couldn't find you.  When we get home we need to talk."

I don't remember anything after reading the note until I got on the school
bus to go home.

On the bus he didn't sit beside me as usual.  I had to fight off tears.
When we got off together, he still didn't say anything, so I said, "Jim
Boy, I'm sorry.  I'll go on home instead of staying with you for the
weekend?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought you were angry at me."

"Well, I'm not.  Whistle for Buddy (my dog) so he'll follow.  He'll stay as
long as you're there and he gets along with Sadie (his dog) and we can
feed them at the same time, which will be easier."

I was glad he wasn't angry but still worried that he might hang me from the
rafters in the barn.  When we did get to the Townsend's house, we went in
the back door, through the kitchen, into the entry hall and down the half
flight of stairs into the family room.

"Grab a seat Jase and turn on the TV if you want.  I need a minute to go to
the bathroom."

About 10 minutes later, which seemed an eternity, he hollered, "Jase, you
can come in now."

When I did, the window drapes were drawn.  The only light was coming
from the computer screen on his desk.  The screen was a moving, swirling
pattern of colored light that happened when the computer was on but idle.
Mine did the same thing.

"Come over here," was all he said.

As I got closer, he swiveled his desk chair around facing me and I saw he
had changed into a bathrobe and wondered if he was going to shower.  I
hoped he wasn't going to bed early.  I had hoped he'd drive his dad's truck
and we'd go hang out in Ogallala a while after supper.  I liked being seen
with him in public, it made me feel, I don't know, grownup and kind of
proud.

"Jase, why did you spring a boner and shoot off in the school bathroom
this noon?"

"I'm sorry Jim Boy."

"That's not what I want to hear.  Don't be sorry.  I just want you to tell
me
why it happened."

"I couldn't help it.  It just happened, believe me.  When I jack off, I
think of
you and then, there it was, out of your pants, so big, and when you
skinned back your foreskin, I just shot off. I couldn't help it.  I never
imagined that just seeing it would excite me that much but it did.  I guess
it
was even bigger than I imagined it would be."

"Is that the truth? Do you really think of me when you jack off?"

"Yes."

"And it makes you get off?"

"Yes."

"Holy shit!"

With that, he told me to kick off my shoes and he began to slowly undress
me, saying, "Jase, I feel the same about you.  I see that you could no
more have risked telling me how you feel than I could have risked telling
you.  We were both afraid of losing each other as friends.  Now we know.
Now we can do things, sexual things, together that will make us closer
friends than we dared to even dream about.  We might well be the only
two boys in school that like other boys."

"What can two boys do together?"

He touched his computer mouse and the screen showed a photograph of
a guy on his knees with a cock even bigger than Jim Boys in his mouth.

"Can I trust you not to cum for a while, since it's been less than three
hours since you blew a load in the school urinal?"

"I'll try."

"Try really hard, OK!  I'm going to show you some free, movie clips I
downloaded.  I can't buy full-length films because I don't have a credit
card but these clips will answer your question."

While he was taking my clothes off he'd reach around to his desk and
touch his computer's mouse after each article of my clothing he removed;
every time he touched the mouse another clip started playing.

The first showed a guy fucking a guy's mouth.

The next showed a guy fucking a guy's bottom.

Another showed two guys kissing.  That one really made me feel so dumb.
I hadn't even thought of that or that two boys would even want to kiss.

Yet another showed two guys sitting next to each other on a sofa
masturbating each other.

By now, Jim Boy had slipped his bathrobe off his shoulders and he was as
naked, as was I.

I kept repeating, "God, your cock's so big I can't believe it."

He kept saying, "You are so beautiful, more so than a girl, your skin is so
white, so smooth, so hairless. It's like porcelain."

My boxer shorts were tented to the maximum that my cock could tent
them.  He pulled at the front of the elastic band with one hand and pushed
the other one into my shorts and grabbed my erection.

I was about to lose my mind -- so much was happening at once.  I knew
what boys could do together.  I knew what the high school guys meant
when they said stuff like some girl gave them hot nuts, or they were hot for
some sophomore girl.

Jim Boy was hot.  I could tell from the wild look in his eyes.

His big cock was super hot.  The shaft was getting harder and longer by
the second; his cockhead was swollen, shiny and looked ready to shoot
cum out of its piss slit.

I was hot; I couldn't keep my eyes off Jim Boy's cock. It was as big as a
fucking flashlight.  I'd felt the need to masturbate before, but it was
nothing to what I felt right now.

I'd told Jim Boy that I'd try not to cum again too fast.  I prayed I that
could
keep my promise.

At that moment, Jim Boy practically pushed me down on my knees.  His huge
cock, created to fuck girls, was now, in all its magnificent hardness,
right in front of me pointing right at my face.

"Look at it baby, it's all yours now. You don't have to sneak a look in the
boy's toilet.  Just tell me when you want to look at it and we'll go where
you can not only look at it but feel it, jack it, do whatever turns you on.
It turns me on that you like it and it makes you hard just to see it.  It's
never been in a pussy, I'm disease free and I know you are too.  So, we can
do whatever we want to do with each other and as often as we want too.
God, Jase, you've already got me so hot that I feel I could piss my pants,
if I had any on."

"Me too!  I haven't even done anything but just look at it but I'm hotter
than I've ever been in my life."

"What would your really like the most to do right now, Jase?"

"That first picture, where the guy was on his knees and had that guy's
cock in his mouth.  What was he doing?"

"Sucking the guy's cock."

"You're so big I don't know if I can do that but would you let me try?"

He didn't answer but scooted forward in his chair, spread his legs apart
and pushed my head right down to his cock. I knew he'd cum soon, his
balls were snuggled up to the bottom of his shaft and I'd noticed mine
always did that when I got really worked up jacking off.

I managed to get his manhood into my mouth, at least the cockhead and
then went down on it but just a little.  The word "suck" kind of gave me the
wrong clue as to what I was supposed to do because sucking was exactly
what I started to do.  He put a hand at the back of my head and pushed it
down and told me to go up and down on it.

I was so worried.  I'd fucked up once today and I sure didn't want to fuck
up again.  I wanted to please him.  I wanted to make his cock feel like it
was in a pussy but I didn't know what that would be like.

In the end I really didn't know what happened.  I guess it just happened so
gradually, or maybe naturally.  But, my mouth became so wet with saliva
that some was dripping out of my mouth.  Whether things became easier
or not, I don't know, but he got really excited and began humping my
mouth and his cock seemed to be getting ever harder.

First he said, "Oh yea, Baby, you like sucking my cock, don't you?  And I
need a cocksucker real bad!"

Then he hollered, "I'm going to cum!"

He did. He sure did, and big time. I almost gagged, but managed to
swallow instead.  I sure wanted him to let me to do this again.

He didn't pull it out so I stayed still and let it go soft in my mouth.

Later, when I pulled off, I rested my cheek on his cock.  It was still damp
and so warm.   I could feel his pubic hairs against my cheek.

After we'd both had a chance to calm down, I said, "I'm sorry, Jim Bob."

"Shit, what are you sorry about this time?"

"I emptied a load all over your carpet."

"It'll clean up."

He told me to stand up.  He had me put my arm around his neck. He put
his arm under my knees and carried me to his unmade bed.

It seemed like half an hour, but not long enough at that.  He kissed me,
open-mouthed with his tongue in my mouth and then, moving down, he
kissed and bit my nipples, moved to my stomach, my navel, my dick, my
balls, and even to my feet.  I was about ready to ejaculate for the third
time since the noon hour.

So this was what two men could do together.  So this was how men made
love.  God, how I loved it!  God how I loved Jim Boy's cock!  God, how I
loved Jim Boy!

"So you'll know the rules, Jase, if you're going to suck my dick, you won't
suck anyone else's unless I give you permission and unless I'm watching
you do it. You better remember that. We don't want to catch anything."

"I promise."

We dressed and he said his mom had left frozen Lasagna and some packaged
salad for tonight.  Or, we could eat in town if I wanted to.

I asked if he wanted to hang out in town for a while and if so, wouldn't it
be better if we ate here and fooled around, watching TV for a while.
Everything would be dead for a while after supper.

He agreed and it was about 8 PM when we left for Ogallala. Several spots
along the main street, one or two places on the south edge of North Park
and the parking lots of the cafes along old US Highway 30 were where
teens congregated to sit in cars, stand around, talk, smoke cigarettes and
to connect.  It was a spontaneous, fluid event with kids from several area
school districts involved and moving from one location to another.  It
began and existed because there was little else to do for teens.

Occasionally, someone would just disappear for a while and then
reappear.  I wondered if they were buying or selling drugs?

I'd done this before, sometimes with other friends, sometimes with Jim
Boy.  Tonight, though, was different. It was as he was keeping tabs on me,
more aware of what I was doing.  Maybe I was his pick-up for tonight.

At one point Jim Boy walked away from the group and used his cellphone.
I wondered why because he offered no explanation when he returned. We
started home about shortly after 10 o'clock.

When we pulled into his driveway, he U turned halfway between the house
and the barn so the front of the truck was facing the entrance to the
driveway, and turned off the lights, lit a cigarette and cracked the window
a bit.

"Jase, we have to stay here a while.  When I used my cell phone in town, I
arranged for a delivery.  The minute we see headlights turn into the
driveway, I'm going to flick mine on for a minute and get out.   I want you
to lie down on the seat and just be quiet until I get back."

All the time, the dogs hadn't barked once, they knew the sound of the
pickup and that everything was OK.

We waiting for about twenty minutes, and he started kissing me again,
over and over as he opened my shirt and ran his hand around my chest,
rubbing, pinching my nipples and occasionally bending over to flick his
tongue over them or bite them. He had a hand in and out of the front of my
blue jeans playing with my genitals when he wasn't playing with my
nipples.  He made me feel like as though I was his girlfriend.

The delivery vehicle arrived.  The dogs barked up a storm.  Jim Boy was
out of the truck in a flash. Then I heard the other vehicle start up and the
noise it's tires made as it rushed back down the gravel drive; Jim Boy was
back in the truck in seconds.

I wondered if he was on drugs but I didn't think so.  He put two six packs
of beer on the floor of the truck climbed in and closed the door.

"In case you're wondering, that is a guy who gets beer or liquor for
teenagers without them having to unduly expose themselves."

I had my first beer and my first cigarette.  For a while we just we just sat
close and talked.

I asked Jim Boy if a lot of girls came on to him.  He said no, he was off
limits to them by parental orders.

I asked why and he explained that he really didn't know but it started in
high school and he thought it was because, being adopted, he was an
unknown quantity in their minds.  He could be half Black or half Hispanic,
half anything else.  He could have been born in prison to a mother who
was a notorious criminal, or a loony.

"What a crock of shit!  Living in a rural area I didn't know racial
prejudice was a big thing around here."

"I know, but it's not worthwhile for me to correct the impression.  I
couldn't if I tried and not everyone thinks that way anyway."

"Well, their bad luck is my good luck."

"Unless you have a Black or Hispanic baby."

"I couldn't have a baby."

"I don't know.  Miracles happen.  Look what happened in the school toilet
today. If you were a girl and I knocked you up, would you want to get
married and have my baby?"

"Sure I would.  A baby would be part of you. I'd love it just as much as I
love you.  It would add to my good luck."

"You're my good luck, too, ya know!"

"I hope so."

Two more beers and I don't remember how many cigarettes later I felt, in
addition to feeling woozy, that I'd entered manhood while I was still
thirteen years old.

I didn't even know what time it was except that it was late.  All I knew
was it had turned not cold, but almost.  But we were naked and the small
space of the pickup cab was warm and humid, the windows were steamed over
and Jim Boy was kneeling over me, sucking my cock.  He was driving me
crazy.  He kept stopping, or he'd suck my balls instead of my cock, or pull
on them so hard my whole body would jerk in pain, once he even stopped for
a cigarette and told me not to touch myself.

He told me he was going to get me so fucking hot and have such a wild
climax that I'd never again be satisfied with jacking off, so hot I'd have
to
come to him for relief.  He was purposely making me desperate to cum,
and at the same time denying me the opportunity.

Then suddenly my need to cum exceeded even his attempts to deny it.  It
happened with his tongue in my mouth and his hand jacking me off.

He had succeeded and I knew it.  For the first time in my life I climaxed
not with my dick but with my entire body, not in pain as when he was
pulling my balls, but with an indescribable sense of release and pleasure
racing through me. I knew He was right. From now on I would be dependent on
him for sex.  What I hadn't realized was that he had excited himself as
much as he'd excited me

He slipped on his shoes, pulled me off the seat and carried me naked to his
bedroom, put me on my back in his bed and just looked at my nakedness for a
few seconds before he got on his knees and straddled me, his hot butt
almost touching my stomach, his big cock in full view and started to jack
off, not as I'd jacked off, but with a tempo and sense of urgency that was
abusive. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  He stared at me with his
eyes wide and wild, his mouth fully open but it seemed that he just
couldn't quite achieve climax.  Then he reached down with his left arm
behind him and with his hand grabbed my genitals, my semi-erect cock and my
balls, squeezed them and started saying over and over and over, oh my God,
oh my God, oh my God and he started to climax. His big cock started
throwing cum all over everything and everywhere including all over me.
When it finally quit, he fell down beside me and collapsed.  I waited a
while, reached down and pulled up the bedding and switched off the lamp on
his nightstand.  He kissed the back of my neck and threw him arm around me.

"Thanks, Jase, that was so good. You'll never know how much I needed
that."

Maybe I'd never know how much he needed it but it would be a moment
I'd never forget.  It was the first time I'd ever seen another guy's cock
shoot off and the amount of cum that came out of Jim Boy's cock and the
distance it spattered was so unexpected, so unbelievable even after it
happened, that it was unforgettable.

In the morning, when I awoke, Jim Boy was sitting on the bed looking at
me and when I sat up he handed me a mug of coffee.  "Jase, I went over
to your house at nine o'clock and fed your mom's chickens.  I also
collected the eggs, they're in her basket on the kitchen table, we can go
back later and you can put them where she told you.

Damn, I'd forgotten all about the chickens.
"I'm sorry, Jim Boy"

"Not again, what are you sorry for this time, the chickens?"

"No - that I passed out."

"Well, to erase your guilt I think it was a photo finish.  One second we
were talking, the next we were asleep"

Then he started kind of teasing me about being a Catholic, asking if I had
to tell Fr. Martin at St. Luke's what I'd done.  "Are you afraid?"

"Yes, but not really.  It's dark in the confessional and he won't be able to
see me."

"What exactly will you say?  You won't have to mention my name, will
you?"

"No way!  Why are you so curious?"

"Guys at school always brag when they take a Catholic girl's cherry
because it excites them that she'll have to confess."

"And it excites you that you taught me about sex and I have to go to
confession?"

"Call me a pervert but, yea, it does. Tell me exactly what you have to say.
It might even get me hard and open an opportunity for you."

"You mean word for word?"

"Word for word, I want to hear it."

"This is crazy."

"OK, be crazy for a few minutes."

"Well, the priest and I will be in separate cubicles whispering through a
small screened opening.  He'll be sitting and I'll be kneeling.  To start,
and to avoid confusion, I'll say - Father forgive me for I have sinned, my
last confession was in July.  I am a boy.  I am thirteen year's old. Since
my last confession I have taken the Lord's name in vain once or twice a
day, I have masturbated two or three times a day and I'm had sexual
relations with another boy a number of times."

"What will he say?

"I guess he'll ask me how old the other boy is, did he force me, did he hurt
me and exactly what type of sex did we engage in?  Did I do it willingly?
Then he will probably tell me that boys expect girls to be pure when they
marry and boys should keep themselves pure, too.  It's only fair. Then he'll
have me make an Act of Contrition and give me Penance."

"What are those?"

"Prayers.  Penance is several prayers."

"Will you get a erection telling him?"

"Shit, I hope not, he wouldn't know but I wouldn't want to walk out of the
confessional with one.  Other's will be lined up waiting to go in."

Well Jase, from my point of view we didn't commit a sin.  We just
expressed our love for each other.

I wondered if this was really happening, or if I had dreamed the whole of
yesterday and was dreaming this morning -- I knew I'd jacked off thinking
of Jim Boy but never anything as exciting as waking up with him in bed.  I
just had to be awake; I'd seen his cock yesterday when he took it out of
his pants to piss and I'd shot off just seeing it. I'd sucked it off when
we got home and I'd swallowed his cum, I'd played with it in the truck last
night and I'd watched him kneel over me and jack off on my chest and now I
was in his bed and he was talking to me.

It had to be for real.

He pulled the sheets off of me and said, "God, but you're so beautiful."

"Why do you keep saying that?  You're embarrassing me."

"Girls are beautiful, in a full, curvaceous way.  But you are beautiful
because your body shows your bone structure and your lean, boy muscle
structure.  You're beautiful in a more honest way.  Even your genitals are
exposed, not hidden.  They, too, are beautiful in an honest way.

He leaned over, kissed me while squeezing my dick.

That evening we went back to Ogallala but Saturdays were sometimes
less interesting than Fridays.

Sunday we took the dogs and walked down along the river. Whenever I
was down there, I marveled that the ruts of wagon tracks were still visible,
marking the Oregon Trail used by pioneers in the 19th Century.  The dogs
flushed a few Pheasants out of some tall grass areas.  By the time our
parents returned in the evening I had no doubts that Jim Boy was as keen
about fucking around with me, as I was obsessed with Jim Boy and his
cock.  One thing he told me while we were down at the river was that the
new teacher, Gene Calvin, seemed really friendly, really interested in him.
It was a casual remark and I didn't know quite what to make of it but it
worried me.  I was instantly jealous.

My mom wasn't red hot on the idea of me going to Ogallala to hang out on
Friday and Saturday nights.  But next Friday Jim Boy came over and
asked if I could go with him.  She didn't know I'd gone both Friday and
Saturday while she and dad were in Omaha and I, of course, neglected to
mention it.  She looked at my dad, he gave her a nod and she said yes but
she wanted me to wear a pullover sweater under my nylon jacket, as
nights had turned chilly for so early in October.

Joe Boy followed me upstairs, we did some fast kissing and groping and I
was soon so sexed up I could have gone naked and not felt cold. As I took
my jeans off to change them, he said, "Take your boxers off, too."

"Why:"

"I'm not wearing any and I don't want you to either.  Just do as I say,
you'll
find out why later."

On the way out I kissed mom.  Dad said, "11 o'clock. Understand?

Joe Boy started the engine, turned on the headlights and said,  "Don't
buckle the seatbelt, just scoot over next to me and I'll drive carefully."

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, opening them into a V, raised his
butt and pushed them down a bit and pulled out both his cock and his
balls.  "Now you do that, Jase."

He reached over, fondled my cock and my balls, masturbating me a little and
said, "I can't tell you how I've missed you."  I was feeling him up at the
same time.  We hadn't managed any time together all week and I was beside
myself.

It really had been a frustrating week. Maybe next week would see more
chances. If not, I would find warmth and satisfaction in knowing he wanted
me.

A mild wind came up in Ogallala and, coupled with the low temperature, it
kept a lot of the kids at home.  Too, we heard the Ogallala high school
was having an Oktoberfest in the school gym.

"Jim Boy asked me if I wanted to go.  I said I didn't. He agreed and
suggested we go visit Cal a while.  "Who's Cal?"

"Gene Calvin, the new teacher.  He lives less than five blocks from here."

"How do you know?"

"He told me."

It turned out that Mr. Calvin lived in one of the old motels along Highway
30 that were now just rooms rented by the week.  Interstate 80, on the
other side of the South Platte River had robbed them of their business as
bigger and better motels and hotels had been built visible from the
freeway and on the south side of the railroad tracks through Ogallala.

Gene opened the door in sweat pants and that's all he had on.  He wasn't
a big guy, and it hadn't shown through his clothes, but he had shoulders,
arms, chest and stomach muscles that the school's coach would die for.

The room was sickly hot.  He said to come in and rushed to pick up a
ringing phone.  "OK, I'll be right up."  Hanging up the phone he told us the
manager had forgotten to tell him he had a UPS delivery when he came
home.

Jim Boy asked if he needed help.  He said no, it was shirts.  He explained
he washed his clothes but didn't know how to iron, so he sent his shirts
home once a week and his mom ironed them and sent them back.  While he was
slipping on a sweatshirt I asked if I could use his bathroom.  He was
barely out the door when I called Jim Boy in.  There was a small stack of
porno magazines on the floor, all with pictures of men.  Jim Boy took the
top one, opened it to a full-page picture of a guy fondling his big hard-on
and laid it on the sink vanity.  "Let's see what comes of that."  (Later,
when I used the bathroom again, it wasn't there.  The stack had been moved
to a wall rack for towels and some clean, folded towels were on top of
them.)

Gene apologized for the heat and said he couldn't regulate it to be
comfortable, so he turned it off.  Then he apologized that he didn't have
beer or even soft drinks to offer us adding he didn't want to be seen going
into a liquor store or taking beer through a check out stand at a
supermarket.

Jim Boy said he could get some delivered if he wanted him to.  He called
his delivery guy; Gene gave him some money asking him to get a pint of
Scotch too, if he could.  Jim Boy stood by the window looking for the guy
to drive up. He was quicker tonight.

Gene got a plastic glass from the bathroom and had a Scotch.  Jim Boy
handed me a can of beer and said, "You're limited to one tonight."  Gene
came up with some snacks and chewing gum for my breath.

"Back to the room, I've tried to find an apartment but they are so scarce
and so expensive.  The ones I've looked at were slapped together from a
few back rooms of a single family residence, totally lacking any
soundproofing."

"Gene, there is going to be a two bedroom, single wide mobile home for
rent about a mile east of where Jase and I live.  Would you mind living in
the country?"

"Can you call and see when it will be available?"  Jim Boy called the
Johnson's and found it was available now, their daughter, Cynthia, moved
to Sidney a week ago but they hadn't advertised it yet.  Jim Boy found out
he would rent it for $500 a month, and since it was a teacher interested
they'd forget a deposit if he'd agree to just keep an eye on the place when
they left for an occasional weekend.

Jim Boy asked Mr. Johnson to hold for a minute.  Gene was interested
and wanted to know if he could look at it tomorrow.  Mr. Johnson said they
were leaving at 7AM for Sidney but he'd leave the key in the mailbox; just
get there before the mail delivery.  If Mr. Calvin was interest just leave a
check on the kitchen counter and return the key Monday afternoon on his
way home from school, or if he wants to move in just do so and he could
pay the rent Sunday evening when they got back.

Gene asked if the two of us would look at it with him.  We said "Sure."  He
knew where we lived and we agreed to his picking us up at 9 AM.

After Jim Boy had two more beers we left.

He asked me if I wanted to do something before we went home.  I told him
I already had a hard-on.  He said he did, too, and took take the state
highway to Grant, which was 20 miles south of Ogallala as it had a lot of
country road turn offs.  We found one not far south of the South Platte
River and parked in the dark.  After a lot of kissing and fondling, Jim Boy
said, "Are you ready to suck me again?"

If I wasn't I would have been; his asking would have made me, I was
automatically turned by his calling me his cocksucker or talking about my
sucking him.

We got out and stood beside the truck, took our pants off and I knelt on
the ground, skinned his foreskin back and hooked it behind the rim of his
head.  I was already to suck it when he grabbed my head with a hand on
both sides and started fucking my mouth

He was gentle at first, but then started doing it faster and harder as he
grew more excited.  It became uncomfortable but I understood he was
getting near. Then it happened!

His nuts blasted off and he held his cock in my mouth until it got soft;
then
he pulled me up to my feet and with his left arm around my back he pulled
us together and began kissing me, thanking me and jacking me off with
his right hand, all at the same time.  We were kind of a sticky mess.  We
wiped ourselves up as best we could.

"It's my turn to say I'm sorry, Jase. I'm sorry I was so rough but you're so
fucking hot I just lost control."

Going home, I remarked, "Gene really has a neat build."

"Yea, he's better developed than Coach Taylor by a long shot.

"I bet he doesn't have a cock as big as yours, though."

"Don't think I'm bragging, but eight inch long cocks or longer are an
exception instead of the rule.  But his is formidable.  He was tenting his
sweatpants and sweatpants aren't easy to tent."

"I still bet yours is bigger.

"Jase, it's obvious you're ape about my cock, but can I ask you a
question?"

"Sure."

"Are you ape about me?"

"I thought you knew.  God, I should have told you!"

"Do you like me?"

"More than like.  I think I've loved you all my life but you were so young,
I
felt I shouldn't, I'd be corrupting you. But when you told me that even
thinking of me could make you cum, I realized you loved and wanted me
as much as I did you.  I felt we were finally free to express both our love
and our sexual attraction.  Sex after all is, at it's best, an expression of
love."

He surprised me; I hadn't noticed until he took my hand and placed it on
his flaccid cock; he had neither zipped up his pants nor fastened them at
the waist after we'd had sex.  In fact, he hadn't even pulled them up all
the
way and his balls were also exposed

"I can't get it hard again right now, Jase, but we've gone through Ogallala
and crossed the bridge across the North Platte, so I'll go slow, unfasten
your seat belt, snuggle up, put your left arm across my shoulder and play
with it, would you?"

Holding it, I told him, "I love to touch it, hard or soft."

"I'd never have guessed but I'll take your word for it.

"Oh that we'd only known sooner."

"I know."

"Jim Bob, would you do something for me now."  I wasn't hard, but feeling
him had horned me up a bit.

"Anything."

"Stop and let me put it in my mouth for just a few minutes."  He did and
stroked my hair as I held him in my mouth.

"Thanks, Jim Boy."

"Hey, I told you it's yours, so you don't need to ask me or thank me.  Just
the fact that you like it so much is all the thanks I'll ever need."

He kissed me before we went into my house, which was lit up as though a
party were in progress, so we knew my parents were still up.  Jim Boy
explained about meeting Mr. Calvin (omitting where) and about the
apartment business and his wanting us to go with him to look at it.

They agreed without further discussion.

In bed I curled up and thought of Jim Boy. I was glad we had talked about
our feelings.  It made me feel warm and I was able to go to sleep despite
wondering if I could ever get enough of Jim Boy's cock and how our
relationship would be affected if Mr. Calvin moved to Johnson's farm, only
a mile down the road.

TO BE CONTINUED, MAYBE.

I THINK MY PREVIOUS STORY TO NIFTY WAS A FLOP.  I'LL SEE
IFTHIS ONE RAISES ENOUGH ENTHUSIASM TO GENERATE A
RESPONSE OR TWO.

THANKS FOR READING IT, REGARDLESS