Date: Mon, 01 Nov 2004 11:39:24 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: CALIFORNIA BOY COCK 4

Almost two years have passed since Lynn, my realtor showed up that raining
night in   Apex with Mickey.  Soon after that happened Mickey told me he
liked the Bay Area and would like to go to the University of California in
Berkley, which made me very happy.  He wanted to become an Architect, about
which I was not quite as happy - it was more work and less pay than I had
imagined and, too, I doubted he'd stick with it.  By the same token he could
switch majors if he didn't like it.  We went to the University and talked
with the Dean of the Architectural Department, Mickey took a number of tests
and was admitted - starting the following September.

With time on our hands, I finally made it to Europe with Mickey in tow.  The
travel agent advised us to go anywhere but England, because of the winter
weather, but England was where I had always wanted to go and that is where
we went.

I told Randy our plans and he volunteered to just live at my house until we
got back.  It was a bad time of year for getting work and would be until the
winter holidays were over.

London and the south part of England had weather that was quite acceptable
but the northern part and Scotland were indescribably cold - a penetrating
cold that was different to what either of us Californians had ever
exprienced.  Nothing deterred us, though.  In London we visited the major
museums and the innumerable other sites of historic interest.  Evenings we
attended theaters or movies and, of course, had sex.  In fact wherever we
went we engaged in sex - lots of sex.  Neither of us lost our fascination
for each other nor our insatiable need for sex and more sex. It was actually
as though we had been created for each other and our destinies had brought
us together. Too, with all the traveling we were doing we rode the trains at
least twice a week, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Vicki's house was a long time in selling, but it finally did, at the asking
price.  I was happy about that.

We are now living in Berkley, in a nice 2- bedroom, furnished apartment near
the University. I had contacted Dick and Jeannie Carlson and he had told
Jack Mooney that I was back in the area.  Jack called me and implored me to
come back, at least part time, as a field inspector for Dick Carlson's
projects - of course the chance to work with Dick clinched the deal and I am
now back working Monday, Wednesday and Fridays.  Sometimes I had to go
directly to a bi-weekly meeting at a job site, which meant leaving about 5
AM, but being able to beat the morning rush hour traffic compensated for the
early rising. Whatever my schedule I always got to spend part of the day
with Dick.  When I worked in the office previously there had been a girl who
brought her dog with her every day, so I started right in taking Cece with
me every day, even on construction sites.  She seemed to sense she had to be
on her best behavior and I had not one minute of trouble with her.

My working magnified the need for Mickey to have a car.  We looked around
for two weekends and he became enamored with the new Mazda coupe and
Toyota's hybrid.  He waxed back and forth and finally settled for the
Toyota, which surprised me.

Everything seemed to be going super smoothly.  We were happy living in
Berkley, he busy with schoolwork and me with working so closely with Dick.
Our hours were not the same and he sometimes stayed late at school, just as
I had done when I was a student.  On two occasions he came home with a
slight smudge of lipstick on his face, obviously unsuccessfully removed by
Kleenex.  He explained it by saying some girl in Business Law had kissed him
at the end of class.  I didn't really think anything more about it.  Neither
did I think it strange when he started doing his own laundry some evenings
in the apartment's laundry room, which opened off of the upper garage level
- his reasoning being that it would save me time and he could read what he
needed to for a morning class.

Then one night, while he was doing laundry, he received a telephone call
from another architectural student who said he really needed to get hold of
him as soon as possible.  I took his number, picked up the cell phone so
Mickey could return the call, and went down to the laundry room to find him.
  The elevator is a fair distance from the laundry room and almost everyone
props the door to the laundry room open because it tends to get hot and
steamy.  I guess he didn't hear me walking across the garage.  When I looked
in the room he had a girl, who I recognized as one who lived on the floor
above us, backed up against a dryer, her skirt lifted up, to her waist and
wearing no panties, his hand shoved in her unbuttoned blouse, kissing her
and fucking her like crazy - obviously aware of the need for haste because
it was a dangerous place to be doing it.  The girl saw me, but Mickey
didn't.  I turned, returned to the apartment, put Abby in a travel cage, put
Cece's lease on and took off with them in my car.

I found an on the street parking space a few blocks from the apartment and
pulled into it.  I was beyond driving until I calmed down somewhat.  I was
neither crying nor about to cry.  I was shocked, confused, angry and hurt.
I knew it was an emotional hurt but it couldn't have been any less painful
than a physical injury.  Everything had seemed so normal between us, so
enjoyable and I loved him so much; it made me wonder how long it had been
going on.  If he was tired of our relationship, why didn't he just come out
and tell me?  I had no answer for any of my questions or emotions.

Finally calmed down a little, I went to a liquor store, bought a six-pack
and returned to the apartment, sat in the car and had a couple of beers. I
had parked on a lower than where the laundry room was and where both Mickey
and I had been parked before.  It must have been two hours since I'd seen
him in the laundry room, so I went back up to the apartment. His clothes
were gone as were all of his other personal belongings, except his school
notebooks and textbooks.  I returned to the garage; he had also taken the
Toyota - which he had a right to do - it had been a gift.

A week past and he didn't telephone, neither did Carolyn.  Then one evening
the girl that I had caught with him in the laundry room knocked on the door
and wanted to know if I knew where Mickey was.  I told her I didn't, closed,
not slammed, the door with her still standing there.  I could feel no
sympathy toward the bitch, or hatred either, for that matter.

The following April, one Thursday afternoon I went to downtown Berkley to
buy some floppies and CD's from a computer supply store and stopped into a
coffee shop, always alive with university students. After getting my coffee
at the counter I looked around to find either an inside table or one under
the awning outside in front of the shop, of which there were none.  But, a
good-looking young black guy waved to me and said I could share his table.
He was what I'd guess you could call caramel skinned, his hair was very
short and he had nice, arched eyebrows over deep set eyes and large lips
that really turned me on. Talking, I learned his name was Austin Miller, he
was 17, in high school, lived at home but his parents both worked and some
days they saw each other only very briefly.  Later on he asked if I wanted
to get a sandwich.  I told him I would like to but I had pets at home and
thought I better go home and I always liked a drink before dinner anyway.

"Could I go with you?  I've had alcoholic drinks before, so you wouldn't be
corrupting me."

Against my better judgment, I took him home.  After we'd each had 3 drinks,
him bourbon and me scotch, both on the rocks, and consumed a small bowl of
peanuts he out and out asked me, "Jason, are you gay?

"Yes but I'm still surprised you asked.  I don't think it's obvious that I
am. Are you?"

"Yea.  You feel up to doing something? I'd like to make love to you with my
black angel."

"I'd never heard the term before but I guessed he meant his cock and that he
wanted to fuck me."

"What do you mean by black angel."

"You'll know when you see it."

"If you're talking about your cock and you're hinting to fuck me, I'll tell
you straight out that I've never been fucked.  I know I'm a little old to be
a gay virgin, but I am and I doubt that I'd be able to take it (thinking he
might even have a small cock around the size of Mickey's"
"Oh a black angel never hurts, it's just a thing used for pure pleasure."
He leaned back in his chair, unzipped his blue jeans and pulled out a
beautiful, smooth piece of boy meat, 7" long, totally erected, very slim and
much darker than the rest of his skin - almost black and capped by a medium
sized cockhead in a pale shade of light pink.  He was uncut but his foreskin
was retracted.  Being uncut made it complete as an object of beauty because
there was no change of color up to a circumcision line on his shaft.  I had
the same, normal reaction that any young. gay male would. I wanted his cock
and to make love with him and I was more than willing to take a chance on
his fucking me.  I'd be willing to do anything to get that cock, the manner
in which I got it seemed no longer important.
Once naked he had a well developed chest, flat stomach and a tapered "V"
shaped figure, totally hairless except for a black, thick pubic bush.
Like I had positioned Mickey the first time I penetrated him, Austin placed
me on my side, without lube and slowly inserted his boy cock into my love
hole.  It being thin seemed to be my salvation; I was able to take it as
long as he was gentle. At first it did hurt but once he got it all the way
in and started pumping my ass the pain subsided and it became unbelievably
enjoyable.  A black angel was indeed a thing of pleasure, just as he had
assured me it would be.  Once he had planted his boy seed, he pulled me over
onto my back and lay beside me.  He was half on and half off of my body.
"Jason, you've got a nice white angel but fucking is all I am into."
"Thanks, Austin.  You're good at fucking, I'll admit.  I hope I was able to
give you enough pleasure that you'll want to do it again."
"I sure do.  We'll have to work out times that are available to both of us.
As for now, do you have something you could fix for supper?
"How about a thick slice of fried ham, scrambled eggs and fried tomatoes."
"I'll warn you that I'm a big eater."
"I know all about teen age boys and their appetites."
We did start getting together at least once a week, for sex, for swimming in
the apartment's pool and sex, or for a movie and sex.  His fucking me was a
constant in all of our meetings no matter what else we did.
Then it got so every time I saw Dick at work, I had a suspicion that he was
troubled and the feeling grew stronger each week.  He never mentioned having
a problem and I felt I would be out of line to ask him if he did.  I just
hoped that whatever was bothering him was not related to either work or his
home life.
One day, I'd been semi-erect all day at work and stopped by a gay bar prior
to going home.  After a few drinks I was hornier than ever; having a few
drinks sometimes did that to me, and I walked over to a porno bookshop that
had several dark, encounter rooms in back of the small theater and a couple
of poorly lit toilets, which were the most active areas in the whole place.
Walking into a short hall that was a part of the first toilet - a hall that
led to the single john, a urinal and a washbasin, I saw Dick, leaning
against the wall with another guy, down of his knees in front of him, giving
him a blowjob. Dick saw me and immediately pulled his dick out of the guy's
mouth and I turned and went back to the theater, sat alone in a vacant row,
against the wall.  I saw Dick leaving almost the minute I sat down.  He
didn't look at me, but must have stood at the rear of the theater waiting
until his eyes adjusted to the dark, because he soon walked over, sat down
beside me and said, "Lets get out of here."
On the sidewalk, a few doors down from the bookstore, we stopped, lit
cigarettes and he told me how embarrassed he was getting caught by me.
"Jase, I feel so cheap and so embarrassed getting caught by you in there."
"You needed be.  We were both in there seeking the same thing.  And, you
should never feel cheap about your sexuality - it's a natural thing, a part
of you and you'll never change it."
"Are you gay, Jase?  I've often wondered, despite your marriage to Vicki."
"Yes, I am; now you won't have to wonder any longer.  Are you, Dick."
"I always thought I was bisexual, but recently had to admit to being gay.
It's a long story.  I don't want to get into it here on the street.  Why
don't you follow me home?"
"What would that solve, with Jeannie there?"
"Jeannie hasn't been there for 2 months.  She's gone home to Baltimore.  I
doubt she'll ever be back."
So, I followed Dick home, back to my grandma's house.
He mixed us a couple of drinks and we sat on the davenport.
"You're probably curious about Jeannie, so I'll tell you the story."
"I wasn't curious Dick, I was more concerned than anything else."
"You're probably the only one that was and I consider you my best friend, so
I want you to know.  The two of us were doing fine, even sex wise, then it
got so I having a hard time holding up my part.  Finally got so the only way
I could have sex with her was if I woke up around 3 or 4 in the morning and
had an erection, partially because I had to take a leak.  It was the only
way I could do it.  So, often without any preliminaries, I'd mount her and
give her what I knew she needed.  This went along for a while and she began
to catch on to my charade and told me she was getting out.  I've never heard
from her or an attorney about her getting alimony.  Her parents are filthy
rich and I doubt that I ever will."
It wasn't too long the he got up and told me to go back to his bedroom with
him.  He was as beautiful, even more so, with his clothes off.  The only
hair he had was on his lower legs and arms. His body was free of all hair
except for his pubes, which were not thick; oddly they seemed to form a wing
shape pattern up each groin but his shaft, like his body, was hair free.
His cock had a huge vein extending the full length atop his shaft, which
also narrowed at his cockhead; the head itself was pale, as was his shaft
and a perfect helmet in shape. His balls were quite small.
He opened a drawer in the bedside table and produced a bottle of poppers.
He offered them to me first.  I told him, I'd never used them to which he
replied just take it easy with them.  Taking a hit from the bottle he said,
"Suck it.  I didn't cum in the bookstore.  The pounding in my head, from the
poppers, ceased and we both took another drag from his bottle.
His cock was a cocksucker's dream and, I guess the poppers delayed his
climaxing.  We had actually both had another hit from the bottle, and
following his example, I had a long sniff in each nostril.  After he
climaxed, he told me to let myself out.  I guess he felt a certain amount of
guilt.
This went on for several times, including at the office; we'd start eyeing
each other soon after I'd arrive back from my job visits and he asked me to
stay late and review some shop drawings with him that had arrived that
morning.  He'd sit  on the edge of his desk, lower his pants and I'd roll
his chair up between his legs.  Naturally it reminded me of the times I'd
done it in the office with Alex.
One Friday, an afternoon jobsite meeting lasted forever.  I called Dick and
told him what happened and said I was going home from the site.  At 11 that
night the phone rang it was Dick.
"Didn't you get my e-mail?"
"No I didn't read my e-mail tonight.  I rarely get any so I don't check it
every day."
"Come over here, I need you bad.  Are there any porno bookstores in
Berkley?"
"One but it might be on the other side of the city limits between Berkley
and Oakland, why?"
"See if its still open on the way here.  I have one bottle of poppers left
and it's almost empty; get 3 or 4 bottles if the place is open.  I'll leave
the back door unlocked."  I went in the back door and all the lights were
off but I could tell the TV in the living room was on.  I called his name
but received no answer, so I continued on to the living room.  He was naked,
lying on the floor, facing the TV which was playing a video of what looked
like a hunting lodge, with a room full of young men, all paired off and
engaged in one kind or another of sex."
"All he said was toss me a bottle of poppers and get naked." I practically
ripped my clothes off as he watched every move I made.  He was actually
squirming around on the floor and from the light of the TV screen I could
see that he had an absolutely wild look in his eyes.  I'd never seen a man
in heat, if it is possible for a man, as well as a woman, to get that way.
He raised his legs up and held them there.  With both of us high on poppers,
I began to service him - a task I had learned to both love and need - why
else would I have driven so far, so late at night.  As he neared climax, he
quickly wrapped both legs around my back and squeezed my head between his
thighs, his clock began to spasm inside my mouth and his warm, sweet gift
from his testicles poured into my mouth.
After we'd calmed down, he asked me to turn the TV off.  In the darkness we
went to the kitchen, he got a bottle and two glasses out of a cupboard and
went into the bedroom.  Propped up against the headboard, we had a couple of
drinks of straight liquor out of the bottle and smoked a couple of
cigarettes.  He thanked me and we continued with small talk for a short time
- still in the dark except for what light entered the windows form outside.
Suddenly he reached over and his hand found my still erected cock.   For the
first time, he repositioned his self and went down on it.  I could hardly
believe it - he had shown no previous interest in sucking my cock.  I
exploded in his mouth and he swallowed it.
"Do you have to go back to the apartment tonight?"
"No, do you want me to stay."
"He said, "Very much", reached down and pulled the covers up atop us, threw
his leg over me and went to sleep.  Eventually I followed him.  It was just
getting light outside when he suddenly put a hand on top of my head as a
signal he wanted me to scoot down - he wanted me to suck his cock again.  It
was already hard, harder and seemingly even bigger than I'd ever felt it
before.  This time, without poppers, I took his manhood into my mouth and
did what he so obviously needed.  He'd no sooner climaxed than he pulled me
back up beside him and reached down, took my erection in his hand and
masturbated me.
Dick and I keep seeing each other several times a week and our friendship
grows in strength and intimacy from day to day.  I'm spending some weekends
with him at either his house or my apartment.  Austin and I still see each
other and usually        make it at least once a week.  I can take his black
angel without any pain whatever and am to the point where I need his cock up
my ass just as much as I needed Dick's in my mouth.  I guess you could say I
have best of both worlds.
I am very careful though not to fall in love with either of them, which I
seem prone to doing.  I hope I have finally figured it out that that sex is
sex and love is an entirely different matter, or maybe I am afraid of
falling in love - afraid of the pain that would follow when it ended.  Also,
I have learned that love is seldom permanent where sex between two males are
concerned, although it does happen and I hope that someday it will happen to
me.  As far as Dick and Austin are concerned, I feel Dick has more need of
me than Austin, unless he becomes attracted to another woman.  I wondered if
he never heard from Jeannie would he would remain legally married - not that
it mattered much anymore between men and women.  On the other hand he has
accepted his sexuality and we are becoming closer every week.
One Friday, before I left work, Dick and Jack both jumped me about studying
for the state architectural exam so I could get my license.  They both had
copies of  questions that had been asked on prior exams, books on preparing
for the exam and Dick wanted me to spend one Saturday every week together so
he could help me.
The very day, mid morning, Saturday, at the same coffee shop where I'd met
Austin, while sitting at a corner table under the awning on the front,
outside patio, against the wall and as far from the entry as you could
possibly be, drinking coffee, I happened to look up from my newspaper and
saw Mickey come out of the shop, in company with 2 other young men and start
walking down the street.  They passed within 12 feet of me, I was certain it
was he.  He didn't see me, for which I was thankful.   At that moment, I
knew that I still loved him - his face, his hair, the way he moved, even the
way he walked.  Thank God, I also knew that he had been a part of my past
but he was not to be a part of my future and I had already accepted that.
I'm sorry that this story has turned out to be so much longer than I
intended when I started it, even though I remember that in the beginning I
told you it would contain some detours away from adult-youth sex.  But as
things evolved, it became more than a story  - it became, in part, story of
my life after graduation from the University and part confession to anyone
who happened to read it.   To those of you who stuck with me all the way, I
say thanks.
Now that I've brought you up to date until last Saturday, I'll say, "Goodbye
and thanks again."

THE END