Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 16:15:06 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: BEYOND DREAMS - 2

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Saturday morning, Gene picked Jim Boy up first and they arrived at my
house shortly after 10 AM.  They came in; Gene dressed in light grey
corduroys, a Navy blue pullover sweater and a dress shirt of the same
color with black, slip on shoes.

My mom reacted the same as the girls at school -- giddy. And, my dad
liked him because, as he remarked later, he had a strong handshake.
Handshakes constituted my dad's initial assessment of another man.

Once Romeo, the Johnson's dog, decided Gene was OK we went into the
mobile home. The unit was located lengthwise along the east side of the
Johnson's driveway; it was sixteen feet wide and I don't know how long.
The entry door opened into a living room which, in turn opened into a 10' x
16' kitchen with an island, table height counter separating it from the
living
room and with a bay window facing the road in front of the farm.  A
corridor took off along the exterior wall on the other side of the living
room
and opened first into a small bedroom, then into a laundry with washer
and dryer, linen and broom closets and on into a bathroom.  The last room
was a bedroom, the same size as the kitchen, with a closet running the full
length of the rear wall.

Gene was actually excited. He'd never been in a mobile home before and
any expectations were exceeded. He kept saying it was just like a small
house or apartment inside.

Gene especially liked the fact that it was furnished, except for the small
bedroom, which he could use for his computer.  And, the Johnson's being
Swedish, the place was immaculate.  On the island counter was a note
explaining that the unit had it's own propane tank, Cynthia's last year's
bills for propane, an explanation that the water came from the same well
and pump as the house, thus free.  And, last a note explaining that
electricity was on the same meter as all the buildings on the farm and
Cynthia paid $20.00 each month toward the bill.

Gene admitted that he hadn't been enough impressed with apartments
he'd looked at to date to even to inquire about utilities, but he thought
the
mobile home was a terrific bargain and wrote a check.

"Damn, guys, my rent at the motel is due Monday.  Could you help me
move?  There's just personal stuff in my room, but I have a computer,
including desk and chair, lamps, two bookcases, a TV and quite a few
boxes of dishes, glassware, books and a few other things at the U-Rent
Storage.   If I got out of the motel this weekend, it would save me a week's
rent."

Jim Boy used his dad's truck and with Gene's car he was moved in a little
before 3 o'clock.  My mom invited both Gene and Jim Boy to dinner.

Sunday, we started early on the unpacking.  It was soon apparent that,
like his clothes, his possessions were all in good taste and expensive.  I
assumed he came from a well to do family.  I knew his parents lived in
Norfolk.  I knew where Norfolk was but that's all I knew about it except it
was Jonnie Carson's hometown (everybody in Nebraska knew that).

With three working we were almost done when Jim Boy opened a box of
male, porno films and asked Gene where he wanted them. Gene said the
moment of truth had arrived.  He'd noticed the magazine open on the
vanity in the motel bathroom Friday evening.  You could tell he was
embarrassed and finally said that he hoped we wouldn't squeal on him or
he'd be fired.  Jim Boy told him not to worry, we understood, we'd been
doing stuff together for a couple of weeks ourselves. Gene couldn't
believe it about me and remarked how young I was, how innocent I
looked.  I was holding my breath, praying that Jim Boy wouldn't go into
details as to how we got started.

Gene asked if we wanted to take a break, watch one of the films and have
a beer left from those that Jim Boy had arranged for delivery to the motel
last night, then asked me if I'd pick a film.  I chose one, on the basis of
the
picture on the cover that showed four naked guys with big erections
standing straight out.

Holy shit! It was one wild, hot film.  After two or three minutes of
watching
the four guys on the cover walking along streets in New York, they finally
came together as they took an escalator down into a subway station and
waked along the station platform to a toilet, black guys standing lookout
and other guys standing around with their erections sticking out of their
pants waiting for a cocksucker, others getting their dicks sucked and
another fucking a young, white, business man, bent over with his pants
down.  Others were jacking off while standing at the urinals watching all
the sex.

The hottest toilet scene, though, was when a young, white teenager walks
in and two black guys grab him, take his pants off and lift him up, spread
legged and hold him while some guy blows him then fucks him.  The film
went on with the four guys boarding the same subway train, getting off
together and going to a male, steam bath.

We all sprouted boners, we were all hot, that was obvious, but Gene was
the first to unzip and haul his dick out.  Like his body, it looked hard,
like
stone hard.  It was big but nowhere as big as Jim Boys, and had a slight
downward loop to it before pointing out. Too, it had large veins running
everywhere. I don't know how to explain it but, to me, the veins and the
loop along with the look of extreme hardness made it look almost scary,
like a weapon.  It was exciting but it wasn't nice looking like Jim Boy's.

Jim Boy followed, then me.  Needless to say, watching the video, watching
each other working their dicks as we all jacked off together we climaxed
big time and real soon.  I no sooner shot off than all the feelings of last
Sunday, walking along the edge of the river, came flooding back but this
time I was so jealous of Jim Boy I was panicky. I felt sick. I couldn't
think, I
couldn't stand it.

I bolted for the door, ran around the rear of the mobile home and took off
across a field of corn stalks, plowed into the earth to compost under the
soon to come winter snows. I had no idea of how far I'd gone but I was
aware of Jim Boy and Gene running behind me, hollering for me to stop.
Finally I stumbled and Jim Boy was on top of me telling Gene to go on
back.

We were both breathing heavily and the sound of our breathing was all
that broke the silence until Jim Boy asked me what was wrong, adding
that I was scaring the shit out of him. I started crying. He picked me up
and carried me back to the farm.  Gene was waiting for us and said, "Jim
Boy bring Jase in here. I think it's best if I leave. I'll go to Ogallala
and do
some grocery shopping. If you leave before I get back please call me.  I
left my cell phone number on the counter."  He didn't speak to me but I
saw the concern in his eyes.

Jim Boy put me on the sofa, I turned to face the back and Jim Boy lay
down in back of me. "Jase, what's wrong, what are you so unset about?"

"I don't like sharing you!"

He laughed and said, "If you hadn't just scared the hell out of me, I think
I'd take you pants down and spank your little teen bottom until it glowed
like the red bulbs on a string of Christmas tree lights.  I love it.  I
absolutely
love it.  Until a week ago you were my life long, best friend. Then you get
an erection looking at my dick.  Then you can't get enough of jacking and
sucking me. Then we tell each other were in love.  Now you tell me you're
jealous of me.  I've never had such so much love and affection showered
on me in my life."

"Now you're making fun of me."

"That's the one thing I'm not doing.  I'm nineteen, almost twenty years old.
I've never had a girlfriend and I never particularly wanted one.  That's not
to say I had a yearning for men either.  I guess I was what they call a
loner.  Then, one day, this cute little kid that lives across the street
pops a
boner and shoots off just looking at my dick.  He told me it was my big
cock that excited him, that he jacked off thinking about it even though he'd
never seen it, but I couldn't fucking believe it. A few minutes later, he's
sucking my cock, swallowing my cum and we're kissing like no two boys in
Ogallala had ever kissed before.  I looked at him, at his beautiful naked
body, no hair except his pubic hairs and I thought he was the most
beautiful boy I'd ever seen and I still do.  Jase, I don't want a woman, I
don't want another man, I just want you, I always will and it's because I
love you like I didn't know it was possible to love another person."

I believed him; I knew he was telling me the truth. I was facing the back of
the couch and he was cuddled up to my back with his arm thrown around
me.  Even through his clothes and mine I could still feel his hardness
pressing against me and, as usual, he unbuttoned my shirt and his hand
was roaming over my chest, my arm pits, my stomach and down under the
waist of my blue jeans.  I knew he was hot and I knew he was purposely
making me hot and I had no desire to resist because I knew it would lead
to my getting to suck his dick again.  He succeeded in getting my blue
jeans and underwear slipped down to my knees, and then his.

Almost immediately I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing through my butt
cheeks until it was touching my asshole.  I thought he was going to fuck
me, but he just held it there.

"You feel me back there, Jase?"

"Yes, are you going to fuck me?"

"Yes, but not today."

"If you want to do it now."

"No it would hurt you.  I have to find out how I get you ready, so it won't
hurt."

"Just put the head it, that couldn't hurt."

"We don't have any thing to make you slick and my cock slick, so not
today."

"Then why are you teasing me?"

"I told you why that first night in the pickup. To make you so fucking hot
you wont be able to thing of anything except my cock."

"I'm already that way."

"You just think you are.  For now, reach around and feel how hard and hot
my big cock is just touching your little fuck hole."

I did. It was harder and the skin felt hotter than when I ever touched it
before.

"Now take your clothes off and lie down on the floor.  As I undressed, so
did he.  When he did lie down it was facing me, his head was at my crotch
and mine was at his.  He lifted his top leg up and propped his foot atop his
foot on the bottom leg, totally exposing his crotch and his cock was right
in
my face.  He told me to do the same.  I needed no further instructions as
to what to do.

We were sexed up, we were cock hungry but it had been only thirty
minutes or so since we'd shot off watching Gene's porno film on TV.  But,
sucking cock was a pleasure in and of itself. If it took forever to get him
off
or if he never got off, it was OK with me as long as he stayed hard and let
me suck it.  Even if he lost his erection it would be OK.  I was crazy for
his
cock.  It was the most important thing in the world to me, maybe the only
important thing.

My only concern was that I'd cum too soon.  When I did, he always called
me "trigger dick".  That was exactly what happened and he shouted,
"Don't stop, you're taking more of it in your mouth than ever before and it
feels like nothing I've ever felt before.  Make me shoot!  Don't stop!"
With
that he put my cock back in his mouth and held it while I kept sucking,
realizing my mouth was really wet and I was, indeed, getting down further
on it than ever before. I couldn't believe it.  It was indescribable.

He did cum and he put a hand behind my head so I couldn't move it back
and said. "Whew, I wasn't expecting that."

We rested a few minutes and then dressed.  Jim boy called Gene on his
cell phone and said everything was OK, he'd explain it later, we were
leaving and would put the key back in the mailbox.

"Jase, it's only 1:30, call your mom and ask it we can go to Ogallala and
get a hamburger before you go home, we're finished helping Gene and
we're hungry."  There was no answer, so we found a piece of paper, left
her a note and tucked it in the screen door as we passed the house.

"Jase, besides getting a hamburger, I wanted more time to talk to you
about Gene.  Maybe we shouldn't have left that magazine on his
washbasin.  We in effect started this business and I want your thoughts as
to what we should do now."

"I know, I guess I over reacted."

"But you reacted according to what you felt.  Jase, I know you love me,
shall I say totally.  I love you the same way, but how do I prove it to
you?"

"You don't need to do anything. I know you do and it gives me such a nice
warm feeling I guess it frightens me that I'll lose it.  Like it's too good
to be
true."

"Well don't worry, because you won't lose me.  Does the fact that you
have all this to confess bother you?"

"No, I've decided that our loving each other is not a sin."

What about Gene?"

"I'll just say I've masturbated with a grown man, while watching male,
porno films."

"That should make Father Martin jump through the ceiling of the
confessional."

"Yea, if it had one."

"Well, here are my thoughts about Gene.  He's a new, young, good-
looking teacher; quite an improvement from what generally comes our
way.  Being gay he's probably as sexually frustrated a young, gay man
could get.  What do we say to him?  We've signaled our interest.  Do we
just say we're sorry about the whole thing?  We don't want to do it again.
What do you think?"

"I think he'd be disappointed."

"I think so, too.  What if I asked him if he'd like to do it again, and if
he
does, say we would, too.  I could even say that, because of your age, I
would want to limit it to mutual masturbation and oral sex?  And Jase, I
promise you I'll never anything with him alone and I don't want you to
either."

"Sure."  (I didn't want to be a dick head and say no.  I realized I'd have
to
go along with Jim Boy.  If I didn't, it would look as though I didn't trust
him
when in fact I did.)

"OK, I'll call him on his cell phone this evening.  Let's grab a hamburger,
where do you want to go?"

It all worked out OK.  For one thing, Gene's trailer was safer than parking
on the side of country roads at night.  And when we did it in the bed, all
three of us thrashing about together in foreplay it seemed extra hot,
maybe because there was no need to rush, no fear of getting caught.  We
could just take our time, just relax and enjoy it.  Gene even gave us a key
and we had it to ourselves on the weekends he went home.

The first time I sucked Gene, I lost all fears of it being like stone or
brutal.
First of all he was a real nice guy.  Every girl in high school wanted him,
yet here he was having sex with Jim Boy and me.  Right now he was both
exciting and excited and his cock was equally exciting and excited -- very
excited -- sexually excited.  He needed to be sucked off and here I was, in
his bed with Jim Boy, doing the sucking.

When one of us was giving head and another was receiving it, the third
watched and masturbated because it was exciting just seeing such male
intimacy at close range.

The first time Gene sucked my cock was really an experience.  It was
obvious he knew a hell of a lot more about sucking cock than I did.  Like
Jim Boy he was a cock teaser, in a different way.  He began by licking it,
holding up my balls and licking them, then he held my cock, took my cock
head in his mouth and raked his teeth up and over the rim of my cockhead
-- it was excruciating yet painful at the same time.  I damn near jumped out
of the bed.  Then he took my cockhead into his mouth and swirled his
tongue around it.

He started actually sucking me very slowly, then took his mouth off, looked
at it and rapidly scooped it all the way into his mouth then withdrew it
just
as fast, repeating it several times.  When he returned to sucking me
slowly, he kept swiveling his head around in a circular motion.  When he
finally made me climax, he not only left my cock in his mouth but, with a
thumb and a forefinger milked it several times to make sure he had gotten
every drop of cum that I'd ejaculated.  Why hadn't I thought of that?

What made it extra special though, was while Gene was sucking me off,
Jim Boy was bent over me and we were, in effect, fucking each other's
mouths with our wet, sloppy tongues as I held his erection.

One time relaxing after sex, Gene, being a teacher, started telling me stuff
about cocksucking. "Jase, I notice you always seem to go for deep
throating a cock.  Don't get angry, but I have a clue for you; a cockhead is
actually called the glans.  Where the glans attaches to a penis is called
the
corona and the corona is the most sensitive area of a cock.  Its quite easy
to get a guy excited to the point of climax by doing nothing more than
concentrating on the glans when you're sucking him."

"I didn't know that but I noticed it's sort of the way you suck cock."

"You're observant because it is my technique.  Vary it with your technique
and I think you'll like doing it and like the results."

My parents and Jim Boys' parents had, for years, eaten our holiday dinner
together about 2 o'clock in the afternoon on Thanksgiving and Christmas,
Thanksgiving at our house and Christmas at the Townsend's house.  This
year, my mom invited Gene and he accepted because his parents were
going to his older sister's house in Des Moines.  Jarred and his girl
friend,
Amy, were home, and I had to revise my opinion of her.  She was really a
nice girl but I still suspected Jarrod was fucking her.

Sitting around the table after we'd had pie and coffee, Amy said
something, not derogatory, about gays.

Gene picked up on her remark and said two gay's had lived across the
street from his parents for years in Norfolk.  Jim Boy and I made
momentary, eye contact, as he continued:

"One, Tom, owns a flower shop, and the other, Garth, owns a printing
shop.  Tom's a Catholic and Garth is a Baptist.  A couple of years ago
Tom's father died and they remodeled their house to create a small
apartment for his mother.  Then Garth's grandfather became ill and they
had to sell the house to find a bigger place for their expanding family.
Everyone in town knows them and respects them.  During the holidays
they have great parties with a few other gays, non-gays, single women,
married couples and a whole spectrum of others, including their
employees, attending.  What I really wanted to say, though, is that they
seem completely free of prejudice about race, religion or sexual
preference.  They're real swell guys and I admire them. Not many people,
even established, married couples, would be eager to assume
responsibility for elder members of their family."

Jarred was the first to reply, "Fucking queers, we ought to make a deal
with Russia to sent them all to Siberia."  I was so embarrassed for Gene
and everyone else.  Jarrod just left and went outside to smoke a cigarette
and Thanksgiving ended with a sour note.   I was really surprised that my
mom and dad didn't apologize to Gene; after all he was a guest.  The next
time I saw Gene, I apologized to him for the whole thing."

Christmas was a more pleasant experience.
The day after New Years Jim Boys parents always left to drive to Denver
and fly on to LA to visit his dad's older sister.  This year however, early
New Years Eve, my mom received a long distance call from her sister in
Tulsa that her husband had died.  Thorough quickly made arrangements, I
was left to stay with Jim Boy so I would not miss school.  For one week,
despite my mom's sorrow, I had a wonderful time, sleeping in my own
bed, with Jim Boy.  The first night, we took his dad's truck and picked up a
porno video from Gene's.  Jim Bob said we better take only one at a time.
If we took four and, in picking them up to return, got confused as to what
we'd taken and took three back, leaving one for my mom to find under a
chair or other place, there'd be hell to pay.

Before we watched it, Jim Boy called his contact and had some beer
delivered.

The video opened in a compartment on a train, obviously European,
occupied by a guy about forty and a guy in his late teens with their pants
around their ankles and the older guy jabbing his big, hard prick in and out
the teen's ass as he leaned against a wall of the compartment.

As the train pulled into a large, railway station, the guy who had done the
fucking wrote something on a note and handed it to the young one. They
got off the train and walked in opposite directions.

The next scene was another day and the teen who'd been fucked was
walking in a desolate, half deserted industrial district, looking for an
address, which turned out to be an empty warehouse and which he
entered.  It was really eerie as he walked through the building, floor by
floor; his every footstep resounding throughout the empty building
amplified by the brick walls and the very emptiness of the place.

On the fourth floor, the young guy was about to continue to the next level
when a voice said, "Take your clothes off and come in the toilet."  There,
leaning against a wall of white tile, was the guy, naked above the waist but
wearing skintight, black leather pants and boots, with his enormous cock
hanging out of an opening created by an unsnapped flap in the front of his
pants.  The guy said, "Crawl over to me on your hands and knees.  Suck
my cock and get it all wet so I can stick it up your tight little ass.  I
know
that's what you want.  That's why I knew you'd come looking for me.
You're a fag, you like a big cock in your mouth and you like one fucking
your pussy, too, don't you cunt boy?"

The kid replied, "Please, please, I do, I do!"

Damn but that kid got fucked without mercy.  There seemed no satisfying
the man in the leather pants.  He kept shouting at the kid to move his ass
around, show some action, show how much he liked that big dick in his
ass or he'd kick him out of the warehouse.  At the same time he kept
swatting the kid on the side of his buns.  They were really red.

Jim Boy went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of hand lotion.

The minute he entered the living room again, he said, "Get naked and
crawl over here on your hands and knees, suck me up and I'll fuck your
little teen ass because I know that's what you want, don't you?"

I said, "Please, please, I do, I do!"

He never had done anything to prepare me, but I really didn't care at that
moment.  The kid in the video was still getting his ass plugged and, true to
what Jim Boy had so often said, he had me so fucking hot I wanted and
needed him and right now!  If it hurt it didn't matter.  Jim Boy wanted to
fuck me.  I wanted to please him.

I was already naked, but I crawled over to where he was standing and was
fucked for the first time.  Well, not really, but he got his big cockhead it
and
paused then a couple more inches and began pushing it in and pulling it
out.  Despite his being slow and easy, I had a sore ass for several days;
Jim Boy kept apologizing, saying he'd had too much beer.  For some
reason, though, I knew Jim Boy loved me.  He'd kept telling me he did, but
now I knew he did and I could stop worrying about it.  Fucking my ass had
made him cum.  I felt him doing it.

I loved it.  He was feeling guilty and I took advantage of it.  I sucked him
dry sometime during the night and as soon as the alarm clock buzzed I
was on his cock again.  He had to piss.  He was begging me to stop.  I
didn't.  He exploded.  I swallowed.  He ran for the bathroom.  I put my arm
around his waist and watched the piss stream out of his big cock.

"Jase, you never cease to amaze me.  I really believe you could keep ten
guys happy all the time.  You're fucking horny, do you know that?"

"Is that bad?"

"Yes and no.  Just so long as we can keep it between ourselves we'll
probably be OK." But that was not to happen.

Jumping forward to the beginning of June, Jim Bob's parents gave him a
new Chevy S-10 pickup for a graduation present and the University of
Colorado had accepted him.  He'd be starting in September.  It was
Saturday, school ended yesterday but we had to go back Wednesday for
graduation exercises.  Jim Boy was down at the Chevrolet dealer getting
an accessory installed and I was down at the river with some guys from
school.

When I returned home, about 3:30 in the afternoon, my mom was a
screaming mess.  She and Mrs. Townsend had both received anonymous
phone calls from some woman who said she'd seem Jim Boy and I having
sex together.

Now I was really fucked!  A lot worse than in the toilet when I'd shot off
looking at Jim Boy's cock!

TO BE CONTINUED