Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 21:53:21 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: A BOY AND HIS MEN

A BOY AND HIS MEN

1.  CAUGHT

HI, MY NAME IS JOEY; I'M   ELEVEN AND A HALF YEARS OLD AND THE YOUNGEST IN
OUR FAMILY.

Carol is 14 and my older brother, Pete is 17.  He's a bastard - I guess I
shouldn't call him that.  For one reason, if I get to thinking of him as one
and in a moment of anger call him that to his face he'll beat the shit out
of me.  Let's just say he's a real jerk - not to everyone but he sure is
where I'm concerned.

I don't know what his problem is, except after Carol was born, my dad
insulated and finished off a room in the attic for Pete, then when I was 5
he had to share it with me. The room is overly warm in the summer and in the
winter, too The upstairs heat ducts seem to shoot out more heat than the
ones downstairs, so Pete is always part or totally naked and he sleeps that
way, too, even though we share a double bed. Maybe that's Pete's problem.
Maybe he thinks dad should make the room bigger or make a separate one for
me, but I'm sure our dad does the best he can; he has a steady job, never
misses a days work, we don't want for many things but, at the same time,
we're a long way from being rich.

Pete takes after my dad physically.  He's has a well-developed chest and
muscular arms, but at the same time he's lean built.  He's also brown haired
and brown eyed.  Carol and I are blondes with blue eyes and both small and
skinny, like our mom. Pete is good-looking, popular and has a lot of friends
- both boys and girls.  He's out 2 or 3 nights a week and rarely gets home
before eleven even though his curfew is 10 o'clock.  He drinks and
occasionally smokes pot; I've gone up to the room, once or twice, and even
with the windows open you could smell it.  I have no idea how he gets the
money to pay for it.  He's also fucking some cunt - I know because one
morning I found a new condom that he'd accidentally left on top of the
dresser with his billfold and pocket change, left when he'd emptied his
pockets the night before. It took me a while to figure out what the rubber
thing was but I finally got it.  All the things I've told you about him,
plus his frequent nakedness, his fat, cut cock, almost 6 inches long when he
shows a hard-on, has started getting to me - I mean like I'm I really
fascinated with his dick.

One Friday night when he came home late I guess he thought I was asleep he
didn't turn on a light and was trying to be quiet but wasn't succeeding.  I
knew he was drunk and I watched him undress, open a window a crack, sit down
beside it and smoke a cigarette.  I was able to see everything he was doing
because there was just enough light coming in the window from the Johnson's
house across the alley that had a big light above the doors on the gable of
their garage, which faced the alley.  Finally he shut the window and crawled
into bed naked, as usual.

Watching him naked in the dark really got me excited and my dick was hard as
hell.  I decided I'd wait until I was sure he was asleep and then I'd touch
it to see what it felt like.  I lost tract of how long I'd waited, so I
looked at the digital clock on the dresser and decided to wait another
fifteen minutes to make sure he was asleep. Just as I looked at the clock,
Pete, conveniently for me, turned over facing the middle of the bed.  Too, I
put my hand between my legs, right up in my crotch so it would be sure to be
warm when the fifteen minutes was up.

I was really careful in feeling around for his dick with my hand.  We had a
sheet and a blanket over us so the light on the garage across the alley was
of no help.  When I finally located it drooping down over one of his legs, I
first just touched it, then got greedy and picked it up and wrapped my hand
around it.  Shit, I hadn't even touched myself but I got the same feeling I
did when I jacked off; touching his cock really excited me - more than I can
describe in words.

Well, I succeeded, in that I didn't get caught, and I guess success
emboldened me because I decided to try it again the next time he came home
drunk.

At the same time I couldn't sleep because my mind kept working overtime.  I
knew that guys who liked other guys were called Gays.  I'd heard the word
when Pete had a friend, Mike, up in his room one afternoon and they were
talking about two gay guys they knew in school.  In fact I purposely paid
attention to the two guys the next time I saw them and couldn't figure out
how Pete and Mike knew they were gay.  They didn't look or act any different
than any of the other guys in town.  Also, I began to wonder how I'd gotten
that way so early - then I got to wondering if boys could be born that way.
I wanted in the worst way to feel Pete's cock again, but decided against it,
rolled over to face my side of the bed and finally went to sleep.

The second time I felt Pete's cock things went entirely different.  I had
actually fallen asleep before I tried anything and when I woke up and found
his dick it was hard and so fucking big and fat I couldn't believe it.  I
keep playing with it for a few seconds, which I thought was about all I
should chance it,

I thought I was going to die waiting because the next time I knew he'd been
drinking was one night over three weeks later. He was really drunk this
time, in fact he stumbled or at least lost his balance twice while getting
undressed and, luckily, when he did get into bed he immediately turned over
to face the middle.

I waited an hour to make real sure he was asleep.  When I reached over to
find his cock I had no trouble at all.  I found it on the first try and had
just wrapped my fist around the shaft when, wham, one of his arms slashed
out and grabbed me by the wrist.  He gripped it so hard he was actually
hurting me.

"You dirty, little faggot. I caught you this time. I knew you'd been playing
with me in my sleep!"  He raised both legs at the same time to kick me out
of bed.  I rolled over and stood on the floor before he did. I didn't want
to make a lot of noise and have my mom coming up here.  I tried to grab my
pillow and the bedspread but he snatched them first and said, "Oh no you
don't."

It was mid-winter and the thermostat had turned the heat down for the night.
  I tried several things to keep warm while sleeping on the floor (luckily
it was carpeted).  I finally ending up with a sweat suit, sweat socks, shoes
and my parka, using my backpack for a pillow.  I couldn't help it - I
started to cry but stopped when Pete said, "Cry baby, serves you right."  I
was awake forever; a wind came up and one tree branch was scraping against
the outside wall next to the window and blowing other, bigger limbs back and
forth which made strange waving patterns on the ceiling because of the light
on the garage across the alley.  Too, I kept, for I don't know how long,
wondering if Pete was going to tell mom and dad and what would happen if he
did; finally I did go off and the next thing I remember was my mom coming up
the stairs telling us to get up that she'd called up the stairs 10 minutes
ago.

The minute her head rose above the level of the floor she said, "Joey, why
are you sleeping on the floor?  Pete have you been fighting with Joey
again?"

I answered first, saying, "Pete was restless last night.  I thought maybe he
wasn't feeling well, so I just got up and camped out on the floor."

"Pete, you shouldn't have let Joey do that.  You could have made him a bed
on the couch in the living room."

"Mom, I just got up on my own.  I don't think Pete was even aware of it."

So, she turned and went back down stairs.  When we heard the door at the
bottom of the stairs close, Pete said, "Thanks, Joey, I think you just kept
my ass out of trouble."  I didn't reply.

It was hard to stay awake in my afternoon classes since I'd had only a few
hours sleep and I could hardly focus on what the teachers were saying
because I was so worried about what happened last night and what the
consequences were going to be.  When I got home, the first thing my mom said
to me was, "Joey, you look awful", pulled me into the bathroom and took my
temperature.  I actually did have a fever but just thought it was from
having a bad night.

"That's from sleeping on the floor last night.  Don't you do that again.
Now get some pajamas on while I make you a bed on the living room couch."

I dropped asleep like a rock drops to the bottom of a shallow stream.  Mom
woke me up and I picked at my supper and then slept through the TV programs
that the family watched. In the  morning I still had a fever, a sore throat
and a raspy cough.  My mom said I'd caught a flu bug.

I spent 3 nights on the couch before returning upstairs.   Pete was out
somewhere and mom went upstairs with me, gave me clean pajamas and tucked me
in as if I were a child.  After a while I got up, put my sweats on over my
pajamas, put on sweat socks and shoes, got my pillow, rummaged in the small,
linen closet at the head of the stairs and found an heavy quilt.  I spread
the quilt on the floor, lay down and pulled half of the quilt over me,
leaving a desk lamp on so Pete wouldn't stumble over me.

When Pete did come home, he woke me up, helped me take off my sweats and get
into bed.  When he got into bed after me, he scooted up to my back and put
his arm around me.  "Joey, I've been a real turd with you and I'm sorry.
Don't sleep on the floor again. You're my brother and this is your bed as
much as it is mine and we're just going to have to make do with what we
have.  I'm sure it's all that mom and dad can afford at this time.  All I
ask is that you don't mess with me anymore.  If you're gay, or think you
are, or are trying to discover your sexuality, leave me out of the process.
And, if you ever do it again, I'm going to get mom and dad together and tell
them what you're doing.  You might even get the shit beat out of you, so
watch it.

I didn't answer him immediately, but thought of what he'd said - he'd
expressed concern and then made a threat.  I decided to do the same.

"I understand.  I'm glad you're my brother and I don't want us to be angry
at each other.  I hope it doesn't happen again, I'll really try, but if I
should do something in my sleep sometime and you tell mom and dad, I'll run
away."

"You wouldn't do that would you Joey?"

"Oh yes I would.  I'd manage somehow.  I really don't think I could live in
a house where everyone hated me."

Well, it might have been a bluff.  I don't know if I'd have the guts to do
it if it came right down to it. But I'd reasoned it out pretty well I though
- no boy would want to live were his parents didn't like him - Pete by
himself was bad enough.  At least I'd showed him my concern and made a
threat the same as he had; I'd given him something to think about, too.

He didn't remove his arm, didn't roll over.  We went to sleep in the same
position as when we'd gotten into bed.

Sometime later, during another windy night when I was having trouble going
to sleep.  My mind returned to the night Pete had caught me playing with his
cock and what he'd said about getting the shit beat out of me - it dawned on
my that he didn't say he'd beat it out of me, just that I might get it
beaten out of me.  It was kinda scary - maybe he was going to get one of his
buddies to do it.  Then I got to thinking the double bed situation was due
more to the size of the room and the sloped ceilings rather than money so
the next day, during a free period in school, I used a ruler and carefully
drew, as well as I was able to, a perspective of a double bunk bed - not the
traditional one but one where the top bunk was at a right angle to the one
below.  The top bunk could go lengthwise between the ceiling slopes and the
bottom bunk crosswise in the room.  I showed it to my dad, who was handy
with anything and everything and explained to him that we could get by with
only mattresses and no box springs.  He actually got excited about it and
started making his own, more precise drawing and adding some dimensions to
it.  The next Saturday he told me that if I helped him he'd build it in
sections in the basement as a surprise for Pete; he was really pleased with
it.  He was rid of me at last and I was rid of him, which was my whole idea
in the first place.

The next time report cards were issued, my mom got on Pete's case big time
about his poor grades and even grounded him except on Friday and Saturday
nights.  So he asked a friend, Kurt Ritter if he'd come over a couple of
nights a week and help him with his homework.

2.  I SAT ON A CHAIR AND A MAN CAME OVER AND SAT DOWN BESIDE ME

KURT WAS A NICE GUY.  HE WAS SLENDER, HAD LIGHT BROWN HAIR THAT WAS ALMOST
RED.

In fact his eyebrows were copper colored and he had pale green eyes. He was
good looking but in a plain sort of way.  At that he was better looking by
far than his dad, mother or younger sister, Martha, a sophomore in high
school.  Kurt was 18 and a senior. Both Kurt and Martha were always on the
honor roll and Kurt occasionally got mentioned in the local newspaper in a
weekly column called "Scouting News".  He was an assistant scoutmaster of
Troupe 19, along with another guy named Darryl Lockley, who I didn't know.

When Kurt came over on Monday and Thursday evenings to help Pete with his
homework, they sat together at one end of a long desk my dad had built under
one of the sloped ceiling areas and I sat at my study space at the other
end, with the computer in between.  Kurt always talked to me, smiled at me
and was friendly in other little ways.  I sure did like him.

One Thursday, while Kurt is helping him, Pete gets a phone call - he'd
accidentally taken both his and John Bauer's history books home with him.
He jumps up, asks if he could borrow my bike and said he'd be back in 20
minutes.  Kurt lifts his chair back, switches to Pete's chair and rolls it
over to sit beside me.

"How old are you now, Joey?"

"Eleven and a half."

"On your birthday you'll be old enough to join the Scouts.  Have you ever
thought about it?"

"Not really I guess."

"Well how about Saturday I pick you up and we go out to Prairie Creek and
I'll show you one of our best camp sites.  I'll bring lunch and we can spend
the whole day if you'd like."

"That sounds really cool. What time Saturday?"

"Is ten OK."

"Sure, I'll be ready."

"Let's mention it to your mom on the way out."

With that settled, Kurt totally surprises me - he reaches down and grabs my
junk through my pants. I damn near fell off the chair.

"Feels interesting down there.  You curious about mine?"

"God yes."

"Can you lock the door?"

"No, but nobody comes up here but Pete and I.  It's OK."

"Let's stand up and drop them, then."

Facing each other, we pulled down our pants.  Kurt might have been plain
looking but his cock sure as hell was a sight to stare at - bigger and
fatter by far then Pete's.  What really got me though was that he was so
fucking hard it must have been painful which I took to mean that he found me
exciting even though I was only 11.  He let me feel it and he felt mine,
too. I was almost praying that he would do something with me Saturday at
Prairie Creek.

"Nice, Joey, nice, real nice.  I love it.  Do you like mine?"

"Oh yea, I really do, it really excites me just to look at it.  Thanks,
Kurt!"

"Well, lets tuck them in just to be on the safe side.  When you're doing
something like this it's easy to lose track of time."

I was on edge until Kurt knocked on the door at exactly 10 AM Saturday
morning, which was a beautiful, sunny morning and unseasonably warm.  The
first thing he said was that he had a couple of stops to make.  The first
stop was at the Cedar Apartments, an old two-story, brick, apartment
building; he got out of the delivery type van he was driving and rang a
buzzer at the door.  A guy came out and got into the back of the van,
sitting on the floor in back which was covered with a vinyl covered, foam,
rubber pad.  Kurt introduced him as Ronnie Chavez.  He was a good-looking
guy, fair complexioned (despite his name), with brown eyes and black hair
that was straight and semi-long as though he hadn't had a haircut for quite
a while. It was straight and hung down on each side of his forehead and he
was constantly brushing it back with his hand.  The most striking thing
about his appearance, though, was his extreme thinness. The next stop Kurt
made was at a Kentucky Fried Chicken for a bucket of chicken.

"Now we're ready.  I've got some potato salad and chocolate cookies to go
with this plus 3 six-packs of Bud."

We drove for 6 miles to a little town called Parsons, turned and crossed the
railroad tracks and then the bridge across the river.  The pavement lasted
until we were out of the valley onto prairie land; we continued for a while
on a gravel road and turned into a two track, unimproved road pulling up to
a steel gate in a barbed wire link fence.  Kurt turned off the engine and
handed me his keys to unlock the gate, telling me to relock it after he'd
pulled through.

After we got started again, he asked, "Joey, you did lock the gate after you
closed it?"

"No, it wasn't locked in the first place, the padlock was just closed but
not locked.  I put it back the same as it was."

"That means John Kincaid is on the property, wonder why he's out here?  He
doesn't pasture any cattle on the property this time of year - the grass is
too dry."

Ronnie said, "Oh shit, we can't stop for a joint then until we find out."

"Kurt said, "You'll live."

When we got close to the campsite, an old pickup was coming down the
opposite way, so Kurt pulled over, out of the tire tracks and stopped.  John
and Kurt rolled their windows down and John said, "Hi Kurt, what brings you
out here on a Saturday morning?"

"I have a new prospect for the troupe and I was just going to show him our
favorite camp site.  How about you?"

"I was on my way to town and decided to look and see if you guys cleaned up
the site from the last time you were here."

"We always do, John."

"I know, I left the house too early for my appointment in town and had time
to kill so thought I'd check it out just to kill some time, you cleaned it
up real well.  Thanks for pulling over, see you next time."

"Ronnie, we're two minutes from the site, so hold off a minute more."

The site was down a 4-foot high, eroded bank from where Kurt stopped. There
was another eroded cliff on the other side of the creek about 150 feet away.
  Prairie Creek was about 4 feet wide and 6 inches deep.  In the spring it
probably flooded.

Ron was ready, he lit up and I instantly recognized the smell.  He took a
hit and passed the joint to Kurt who took a drag and passed it to me.  I'd
never smoked a joint before but I was eager to be one of the guys, so I took
a small puff and luckily didn't choke and embarrass myself.

Ronnie walked a few feet, pissed over the embankment, and turned, lighting
another joint that he had stuck behind his ear. Kurt reached in the van and
pulled out the beer, handing one to Ronnie and one to me.  After the joint,
we went down a path in the cliff and looked around.  The only things to see
beside the dry grass were a few huge Cottonwood trees scattered along the
creek.  A walk along the creek, plus Ron having been invited along, made me
wonder if anything was going to happen between Kurt and me.  Jesus, I was so
fucking horny; if nothing happened I'd die.

Then what I'd hoped for so eagerly and waited for so impatiently began to
take place.  Kurt opened the rear door of the van and we all climbed in and
sat with our backs braced against the front seat, me in the middle.

"Well, Ronnie, what do you think of Joey?"

"He's totally breath taking, thanks for inviting me to come along."

"Joey, let me tell you something, I'm the only gay person in Troupe 19, as
far as I know.  Ronnie works nights at the Asian Imports shipping department
and he is gay. Although he doesn't look it, he's 22 years old.  I met him
about a year ago and both of us like boys.  I don't know for sure if Lockley
is gay or not - out of necessity we have to be very careful when we're
camping out with the scouts.  So, That makes the three of us the only guys
in town I've identified as being into male sex. I hope we can have a fun day
together."


Ronnie said, "May I have the honors?"  Not knowing what he meant, I looked
at Kurt who said, "He wants to pulls your pants down."

Ronnie began unzipping my jeans and I raised my butt up off the mat as he
pulled them all the way off - my boxers and my shoes with them.  My cock was
harder than I'd ever remembered it being.

Ronnie said, "Absolutely, fucking beautiful.  God its been a long time since
I've seen a boy's cock.  It's perfect, untouched, hairless, erect and
waiting to be played with.  I can't tell you how it excites me just to see
it."  He cupped one hand under my ball sac, leaned down and kissed my cock
right on the cockhead.  "Now it's your turn, Joey."

3.  COCKS THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

BECAUSE I'D ALREADY SEEN KURT'S, I WAS MORE CURIOUS THAN    ANTHING ELSE TO
SEE RONNIE'S.

He was so skinny I couldn't imagine what it would look like.  It too was
hard and so fucking big I couldn't believe it, bigger than I ever thought a
cock could grow, about 8 inches long, hefty and uncut - the first uncut cock
I'd ever seen.

"Don't let my foreskin scare you, just pull it back over the head and it
will be out of the way until it gets soft, which I don't think will be very
soon."

Next came Kurt, his was as exciting as I'd remembered it, about 7 inches
long, the shaft narrowing at the end and capped with a very defined, helmet
shaped cut head which was a beautiful pink color.

"Joey, I doubt that you know much, if anything, about what guys can do
together or how far you want to go today, just feel them, jack us off, or we
can jack each other off. I'm sure you know about jacking off. Do you know
what sucking cock means?"

"Not exactly, but I can imagine."

"Do you know what a man, or a boy who has passed puberty, does when he
cums?"

"No."

"It's what he does when he's so excited he reaches what is called 'climax'
and a thick, milky colored, sticky stuff literally shoots out the end of his
cock."

Ronnie reached for a beer and we all drank from the same can as he gave his
input, "We have all afternoon; let's not scare Joey off.  We have time to
start off with simple things and we can get into cock sucking as we
progress, OK with you guys?  Joey, I know Kurt and I would both like to have
your mouth wrapped around our cocks and we, for damned sure, would like to
suck yours.  Are you willing to try?"

"Jesus, yes.  You guys turn me on. You've got me so hot.  I'll do anything
to make you cum like Kurt talked about.  I didn't know stuff came out of
guy's cocks when they got excited; I'd sure like to watch that happen."

Ronnie replied that I'd shoot cum, too, after I reached puberty and, for
now, swallowing it was even more exciting than watching it.

Kurt said, "Let's just do some feeling up, then jack each other off at the
same time.  I see Joey is already a size queen, he can jack you, Ronnie,
I'll jack him and you can jack me.  After we've had a few more beers, had
lunch, walked up the creek and maybe smoked another joint we can get into
the other stuff. "

I thought we'd just jack off the other's cocks with our hands, which we did
do but each of them got on their knees and pulled me up on mine, also.  They
took turns really kissing me hard while we jacked each other off.  God, it
was so hot, their cocks were so big and so hard.  I'd seen Pete's hard, but
never as hard as Kurt's and Ronnie's were right now - nor mine for that
matter. I'd never imagined I'd ever be doing something this exciting and had
no idea that what we were doing now would pale in comparison to what the
afternoon would bring.

Afterwards, we walked along the creek again because the day was so
beautifully warm and sunny.  Kurt and Ronnie had brought beers along and
Kurt pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes.  I smoked a cigarette (I had
stolen cigarettes a few times from Pete but I was no way hooked on them).  I
sure as hell didn't want to be plastered when Kurt took me home or this
would be the last time I'd ever get to go with him.  Before turning back, we
all had to piss and Kurt and Ronnie both stood so they knew I could see
them.  I was getting excited all over again.  Even though they didn't have
erections, their cocks were still the most exciting things I'd ever seen.

They had me sit on the floor at the back of the van, doors opened, and they
stood on the ground, naked below the waist except for their shoes and
alternately let me suck on their big cocks.  God but I loved it.  I didn't
know men did this and I realized that they both found it very sexually
arousing.  What really floored me though was the fact that they liked my
doing it - that they both liked boys.  After a while, they pulled my pants
down and had me lie on the mat with my legs hanging out the back of the van
and they took turns sucking on my cock.  After a while I was so worked up
that I was shaking like a leaf.  They were so good to me I couldn't believe
it - they'd let me bring each of them to climax, warned me when they were
going to cum, but I reached around them pulled them toward me as a signal
that I wanted them to cum in my mouth - somehow I knew that was what they
wanted to do and it was what I wanted them to do, too.

Later, after another walk along the creek, this time in the opposite
direction, we all lay down on the mat and they let me jack their big,
beautiful cocks to climax again.  I swallowed, again, the juice that poured
out of their piss slits and we ended the visit to Prairie Creek with more
kissing.  I really hated seeing them put their cocks back in their pants.  I
loved both of them; I could look at them forever.  Ronnie's really didn't
grow much when he erected, it just got bigger around and harder.  His
cockhead was enormous and I loved watching it slowly appear as I pushed his
foreskin back.  I loved the way Kurt's narrowed just behind his cockhead and
how pronounced the rim of his cockhead was.

Getting ready to leave, they smoked another joint but I declined and Kurt
gave me a bottle of mouthwash to use, some mints to suck and some gum to
chew on the way home.

"Ronnie, Joey knows my address and telephone number, write yours on this
note pad and give it to him."

"Joey, there's no need to get too horny anymore.  Being horny can get you
into trouble.  So, call us, either one of us that's available and we'll take
care of you.  In fact we'd love to help you with your sex needs and I mean
anytime, OK." (Boy was I glad to hear this.  I already knew how being horny
could get you into trouble and the prospect of doing stuff again with these
guys blew my mind.)

Ronnie jumped out in front of his apartment and before backing out from the
curb, Kurt reached over, pulled me toward him and gave me an open mouth
kiss.

Once back in my room, Pete started taunting me right away, "So, my little
brother is going to be a boy scout?"

I was in no mood for him, so I just said,  "Fucking-A" and walked away.  I'd
just had the most wonderful day of my life and I didn't want him spoiling
it.

"Oh my, you didn't learn that word from Kurt.  You better be careful or they
wont let you in."   I glowered at him and I went downstairs to get away from
him. About 7 in the evening, Pete left - a friend had honked his car horn in
front of the house.  I was glad; I wanted to be alone upstairs, in my upper
bunk, to rehash what had happened. I watched TV with mom and dad and Carol
for an hour or so and then went upstairs.   For the first time in my life I
felt wanted and I knew now, beyond any doubt, that I was hooked on sex with
men - I loved it.  After I'd thought of it for a while, I jacked off
thinking of Kurt and Ronnie - jacking them off, sucking their cocks, making
them cum and swallowing it.  It was exciting stuff.  Too, I wondered when
I'd see them again and remembered that Ronnie worked nights.

I was down to my boxers and ready to go to bed when mom hollered up the
stairs saying, "Kurt's on phone for you."  So, I picked up the extension in
my room.  He, too, wanted to relive the day by talking to me about it.
After a while something came back to me and I asked him about it, "Kurt what
did you mean when you said that I was a size queen?"  He explained what a
size queen was and said he hadn't used it in a derogatory way.  We laughed
and I admitted that I did like big ones and I thought both of them met that
description.

We ended up with Kurt saying, again, "Joey, I mean it.  If you want some
action, call Ronnie or me.  Don't take chances with someone you don't know.
We'd love to mix it up with you again."

4. NOW I HAD THREE

WITHIN MONTH'S AND LONG BEFORE I WAS ELGIBLE FOR THE SCOUTS,
BOTH KURT AND RONNIE BECAME LIKE BROTHERS TO ME.

They were kinder than Pete ever thought of being; they were genuinely
interested in me and we got together as a threesome once in a while.  Much
more frequently I got together with one or the other separately and the sex
was not only what I needed, it was really super.  Funny, the need got
stronger and stronger the more I had of their big cocks.

Kurt and I spent more Saturday's together, which was the only day he had
free; on Saturdays his mom worked in a hair salon and Martha did
babysitting.  He knew a lot of places we could go and do it in the van.
Too, we'd go upstairs to his bedroom and he'd run a porno CD on his TV while
we sat naked, playing with each other's meat, getting harder by the minute.
Kurt favorite thing was to have me get in his bed with him where, after a
lot of foreplay, as he called it, we'd 69. That was really hot for me,
getting sucked off at the same time I had his big cock in my mouth.  When
one of us climaxed, it always seemed to trigger the other to shoot.  I never
tired of being with Kurt or having sex with him. I loved him and for so many
reasons - he was the kindest, most gentle person I'd ever known.

In addition to the sex, Kurt was always talking to me about school.  I was a
good student and he knew it, but he still gave me a lot of help and good
suggestions.  I'll tell you about one instance, later.

February came and it was President's day. Kurt had told me he'd be out of
town with his parents, visiting relatives.  By afternoon I was
uncontrollably horny and biked over to Ron's to see if he was home. When I
pushed his buzzer, he told me to come on it and bring my bike with me, his
door was the one closest to the entry and the first one on the right,
No.102, across from 101, was the manager's apartment.  He was at the door
waiting for me, completely naked and he had the heat turned up to the point
where the apartment was really warm.  His apartment was a complete contrast
to the exterior of the rather old building.  It had white ceilings, light
brown walls and a Berber carpet with a mixture of white, brown and tan
fibers. His big cock always fascinated me, hanging beneath his skinny,
almost hairless, body between his skinny legs.  I loved staring at him and
wondered if his small, thin body made his huge cock look even bigger.  Kurt
was right - I was a size queen.

"Throw your jacket on a chair and sit beside me."  He immediately began to
undress me.  (I never tried to guess what would happen with Ronnie.  He was
kinda kinky and he always got into something very quickly - as he did today
after we'd shared a joint).  I never worry about it; I found everything he
did very sexually arousing, even the spankings he sometimes gave me as I
bent, naked, over his naked lap and feeling his big cock pressing upward
against my stomach.
Today turned out to be a spanking day, "I hate spanking you Joey, but you
haven't been over to see me for two weeks.  That's not being a nice boy.  I
really need you to take care of me just as I take care of you.  That's why
they call two buds like us fuck-buddies, understand?"

"I'm sorry Ronnie, I really am, OUCH that hurt.  I wont let it happen again.
  OUCH.  I promise, Ronny, I really do.  OUCH, that was really hard.  I need
it as bad as you do."

"What do you need, tell me exactly."

"I need your big cock.  I really do.  I love your cock."

"Someday, when you're a little older, if I don't lose my job and have to
move away, I'll really make you need and love my big cock.  I'll make you a
slave to it."

I liked his games, they made me so fucking horny that when we finally did
something we were both like wild animals and I was beginning to like his
foreplay, it was a game I realized.  And, I liked everything about sex with
Ronnie.  It was so different than anything I'd ever imagined.  Besides the
passions that passed between us, whatever the sex act might consist of, sex
with him was so drastically different than it was with Kurt

"Please Ronnie, let me be a slave to your cock now.  I'll do anything you
say."

"Then get your little, sore, pink ass out to the kitchen and bring back a
couple of cans of beer. Then kneel down between my legs and worship my big
motherfucker.  Show me how much you love it."

I knelt on the floor right between his legs and just stared, wide-eyed and
open mouthed at his huge, erected, sex organ as intently as if this was the
first time I'd ever seen it.  God, but I loved it.  I loved to look at it,
feel it's unbelievable weight when it was soft, I loved to jack if off and I
loved to suck it off best of all.  After 15 or so minutes, when Ronnie had
finished his beer and half of mine, he told me to stand up.  From the back
of one of the sofa cushions he pulled out a pair of girl's panties.

"Go to the bedroom, put these on and get into bed. I'll be in later on."

He was forever coming into the bedroom - long enough for me to panic,
wondering if he was going to try to fuck me, knowing full well that there
was no fucking way I could take that big cock of his up my boy ass.  He was
probably just keeping me in suspense, I really didn't think he'd do anything
to hurt me but I still was kinda edgy. When he finally came in, he was no
longer erect and his motherfucker was swinging back and forth like a
pendulum as he walked.  He propped himself up in bed leaning against the
headboard.

"Get up and sit beside me.  Let's share another joint while I tell you what
I'm going to do to you today."

"You aren't going to try to fuck me are you?"

"What do you mean try?  When I decide you're ready to be fucked I'll fuck my
balls off pounding your boy twat - I'll shove the whole motherfucker all the
way in - no trying about it.  But, don't worry about it, understand?"

I hope I do. I was just kind of worried when you took so long coming in."

"Don't be.  Before I plow you for real, I'll get you ready.  It will be a
while so don't worry.  Today I just fancy some frottage."

"What does that mean?"

"It can mean several things.  It is the rubbing of body parts together.
Today, specifically, I'm going to squirt a lot of hand lotion on the inside
of your thighs and when you get back onto you're your side I'm going to pull
your panties to one side and fuck you between your legs."  As I told you, I
never tried to predict what he would want to do.

5. FROTTAGE

I FUCKING COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT IT FELT LIKE. WHEN HE PULLED MY BACK UP TO
HIS STOMACH, REACHED DOWN AND GUIDED HIS BIG COCK BETWEEN MY LEGS.

He had told me to keep them squeezed together.  I could feel it with my
balls as well as the inside of my legs and, when I looked down I could see
it come out the front of my legs.  Shit, his cock was so fucking hard and so
fucking big. Then the thing seemed as though it got derailed. It was all
covered with hand lotion and slippery as hell and it started to slide into
my boy twat, as Ronnie called my ass. God, I damn near jumped out of he bed,
my cock started jerking around in the panties and I had my faux climax.  He
realized what had happened, pulled it back out and stopped fucking me
between my legs.  He knew what he had done and said,  "I'm sorry, it just
happened.  It made you climax, though, didn't it?"

Resuming his fucking me between his legs, he finally shot.  I realized it
the minute it happened and looked down to see his cum shooting 2 feet out in
front of me and onto the sheets.
After he pulled my panties off he reached over me and used them to wipe up
some of his spillage.
After we rested for a while he turned me on my back, grabbed his cock with
his hand and squeezed it to make the end hard and his cockhead big; then he
rubbed it all over me, over my balls and my cock, in my arm pits, across my
nipples, across my face and lips, across my forehead and behind my ears. I
now knew what frottage was now and I loved it.

"Oh yea, baby, I'm hard again, I need to cum again."  With that he straddled
me, braced himself on the headboard and, slowly and gently fucked my mouth -
his little balls slapping against my chin.  My mouth filled with saliva and
his cockshaft as slippery with my spit as it had been with the hand lotion.
After he shot his load, he lay beside me and lit a cigarette.   I put my
head on his chest and listed to his heartbeat.  Just for fun, I also grabbed
a wrist and felt his pulse.  Then, I put my head so that one ear was on his
stomach and I could actually hear it gurgling and making other noises.  He
was a live person, he was a beautiful person, he had a huge cock, he
couldn't get enough sex and he taught me to like it as much as he did.  We
were fuck-buddies just like he'd said.  I loved him.

We were also good friends in other ways, which I knew because of a multitude
of little things.  When he found out my birthday was on the 5th of May,
which is Mexico's Independence Day, first he and then Kurt started calling
me Cinco (which is 5 in Spanish).  Then he talked to me a lot about his life
as a boy, how he had two older brothers and they had him sucking their cocks
when he was six years old and by the time he was twelve they were fucking
him.

6.  KURT TOO

THEN, OUT OF THE BLUE, KURT BEGAN TO VENTURE BEYOND THE PORN FILMS AND
69ING.

It started one day in his room, when he asked me to undress him.  That was
unusual but I didn't expect it to lead to a surprise - I just thought it was
something he'd fancied - sort of out of the blue.  When I got his boxers off
my mouth dropped open.  He didn't have one fucking, pubic hair above his
shaft or on his balls.  Whereas, Ronnie was almost hairless, Kurt did have
some hair in the middle of his chest and on his legs.  I liked his body
hair.

"Why did you shave your pubes?

"So I'd look like you."

"Shit, you're too fucking big down there to look like me."

"You know what I mean.  I really like your boy cock, Joey.  I meant it as a
compliment."

"I'll take it as one."

"You'll take it anyway you can get it.  I know you."

"That's right, too."

"Especially if they're big. Your'e really are a sizequeen."

"Yea, I'm lucky that way."

"Yea, and Ron and I are lucky that we just happened to meet with your taste
in male genitalia."

"And, are we going to talk dirty until you get a hard on or can I start
sucking it up?"

"Please do."

I did.  And I fucking enjoyed it more than I'd ever enjoyed sucking a big,
hard dick before.  Shaven it somehow looked even bigger and it was nice not
getting any stray hairs in my mouth.  He blew an unusually fucking big,
juicy load and, as always, using the thumb and forefinger on my right hand I
milked every last drop of juice out of it that I could. And, again as usual,
my main pleasure was just the fact that I was able to excite a man
sufficiently to make him achieve climax.

We just lay around a while, shooting the shit, his telling me the latest
news about Troup 19, that sort of stuff.  He knew I hadn't climaxed yet and
he kept playing with my hard on.  He and Ron both kidded me about how crazy
I was over cocks but both of them were just as bad as I was.
Finally he put on a new CD, one that was about guys that were super hung -
obviously, it had been picked to satisfy my taste in male genitalia.  He got
down on the carpet, on his back, with his head to right of the TV screen and
his crotch directly in front of it.  He had me lay the opposite way but with
my crotch even with his.  As we watched the fucking and sucking on the
screen, we slowly masturbated each other, pausing, timing the action to
moments of extreme excitement on the screen and made it last for a long
time.  Of course, it helped that we kept looking at the others facial
expressions during the action and judging, best we could, how long they had
before shooting.  When it did happen, we shot on our stomachs, Kurt
carefully scooted down so we were face to crotch instead of crotch to crotch
and we licked up harvest of the other's labor.

7.  EXPLOSION

IN MID MARCH, MY WORLD ALMOST CAME TO A HALT.

Pete and I were on our way to a store out on the edge of town called
"Western Wear".  Pete wanted a pair of cowboy boots and we both needed some
new blue jeans.  On the way, a drunk driver rammed us at an intersection,
tossing our car into the curb just passed the intersection.  Our car caught
fire and he left the scene. I have only a vague memory of what happened
until others related it to me after I regained consciousness in the
hospital.

To Be Continued