Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 19:41:46 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: FINDING MAN COCK 2

FINDING MAN COCK 2

It was strange, I was missing Michael like crazy and I'd only known him a
few days.  He called me and I told him I wanted him to meet my grandma.
He asked me if I was sure about that and I told him I was.

I answered the doorbell and opened the screen door for him.  The bastard
groped me.   Jeez, but I'd have loved to kiss him right then and there.

"Grandma, this is a friend of mine, Michael Donegan."  She lit up like a
Christmas tree.

"My goodness, an Irish name like that explains why you are so handsome,"

"Josh has told me so much about you, that I'm pleased to meet you."

"I can't believe the part about Josh, but I'm pleased to meet you too.  I
raised eight boys and I'm partial to boys.  How old are you Michael?"

"I'm 22."

"I'd have guessed you at 18."

"I was going to take Josh to dinner and then give him some help with his
computer.  Would you come to dinner with us?"

"Shit, why did he invite her?  I'd wanted to be alone with him."

"I'd love to.  Josh look how dressed up Michael is. You go wash, comb your
hair and change clothes - and hurry, don't keep Michael waiting."

Thankfully Michael went with me to my bedroom and we got in some more
groping and some more kissing.

I had to sit in the back of his coupe.  Grandma couldn't have made it into
other than the front passenger seat.

When the cocktail waitress asked us if we'd like something from the bar
Grandma ordered a Martini.  (I didn't even know she knew the word.)  Michael
had the same and when the waitress asked how they wanted them he said Mrs.
Ballard wanted hers as a cocktail and he'd take his on the rocks. (I'll be
damned, she had a second round.)

We all ordered one of the house's specialties - sirloin steaks.  Both of
them had desert plus after dinner coffee and brandies.

The upside of the affair was that Grandma excused herself and headed
straight for her bedroom.

"Josh, if you to stay up late messing with your computer, you make Michael
stay overnight.  I don't want him going home late at night."

We both gave her kisses, went to my room and Michael said:  "How did I do?"

"It was disgusting.  But I learned how to butter her up."

"At least we don't need to conceal our getting together from now on.  I'm
here for all night and with your grandma's blessing.

Time passes fast when I'm with Michael, but after we watched some porn on
the TV for a while, I was flabbergasted when I happened to glance at the
window and saw that it was totally dark outside.  We slipped on our shoes
and went out to the garage, naked, and smoked a cigarette.

Back in the room we had a few more drinks.  I had gotten glasses and a tray
of ice cubes right after grandma went to bed.

"Baby, I think you should call the shots tonight, whatever you'd like to do.
  I can imagine that you're still a little sore back there."  (He had that
right.)

Being I'd started out in sex with boys and men as a cocksucker, I supposed
that was what I'd always be, even though I knew Michael would be fucking me
again and maybe, I'd even get into fucking some one.

Once I told him what I wanted to do, he rolled my computer chair over to the
foot of the bed and moved over a straight-backed chair as well. He
positioned himself so his butt was at the very edge of the foot of the bed
and placed a foot on each chair, leaving his legs in the air.

I crawled between the chairs.

"It's ready for you Josh."

"I'm ready for it, too."

As he had guided me that first night in Paul's bathroom, I began by raising
myself up on the bed and kissing and caressing him, sucking his nipples and
swabbing out his navel with my tongue.  Next, I moved down to his balls -
sucking first one and then the other and ending by scooping both of them
into my mouth.


Before starting to suck him, I licked around his cockhead and then up, down
and around his long, hard shaft - to, again, give it some TLC.

I'd always guessed that sucking a man would be lots more fun and more
satisfying that sucking Danny.  And, God was it ever!  I couldn't believe
how much better, Michael was so big, he filled my mouth with cock and he
made my body tingle and filled me with happiness. My mouth was dripping with
saliva and I guessed the drinking had made him harder to get off, just as it
had put grandma to sleep.  At the same time I had mixed emotions; I wanted
to make him cum so he, too, would feel good yet I wanted it to last like
forever.

Finally I could feel it getting even bigger and harder.  He moved his legs
so that he was squeezing my head between them, trapping me so I couldn't
even move my head up and down to suck on him anymore.  All too soon, I felt
his urinary tract enlarge and could actually feel, with my tongue and lips,
his cum moving rapidly down and out of his urinary canal and into my mouth.
His climax was as prolonged as mine.  When he relaxed his legs and I backed
my mouth off of his shaft, I just stayed on my knees and rested my head on
one of his legs and placed his cock back in my mouth.  God but I loved his
cock.

"Michael, I think I better tell you - I love you."

"He reach down, messed up my hair and replied, "I know."

"How did you know?"

"The same way you knew I wanted to fuck you.  I guess we've grown so close
in such a short time, that we're now, somehow, attuned to each other."

"Do you love me, too, Michael?"

"Of course I do, Josh, but I wasn't going to tell you for a while."

"Why?"

"It just seemed there was a responsibility that went along with love and I
didn't know if either of us was up to it just yet."

"Did you think I was too young?"

"Not really, age doesn't have much to do with it."

"Can you tell me why, then?"

"I'll sure try.  Remember that first night in the apartment, I walked out
with you and kissed you?  Well, I knew then I loved you.  As I guess Paul
told you that he and I both had been looking for a cocksucker.  When you
finished sucking me off and I'd had the best cum I'd ever had in my life, I
knew I'd lucked out, I'd found much more than just a cocksucker.  I knew
that I had found a boy who didn't just suck cock; I'd found a boy who knew
how to make love to a cock.  I recognized the difference and knew that you
had to love me, too, when you took care of me like you did.

"I wish you'd told me then."

"As I said I didn't think either us could accept the responsibilities that
went along with it.  Josh, men, all men, even men who are happily married
and have children are promiscuous.  Do you know what that means?"

"Kinda."

"It means they are constantly looking for sex, more sex, even sex with men.
When they are looking for a woman they say they're looking for some strange
pussy.  Gay men are the most promiscuous of them all.  And, I'm that way,
too, sometimes.  I know you'll take good care of me, but someday I'm bound
to slip.  See someone who excites me and go for it.  You will do it too,
believe me."

"I see, so does that prevent our being in love?"

"Not necessarily if we are strong enough to control our emotions.  Jealousy
can be really nasty, even dangerous.  But if we can be accepting and
forgiving, therefore understanding, we could be in love.  Don't get me
wrong; I'm not laying out conditions on my loving you.  You can't put
conditions on love.  I just want you to be aware of what can happen."

"Michael, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not now and probably I never will?"

Smiling, he asked, "Do you."

I didn't answer. I just returned his smile.  I knew he was teasing me.

"Scoot up in the bed next to me.

After we'd kissed and hugged, he told me to look down toward the foot of the
bed.

"Jeez. You've got another boner."

"How much more proof do you want that I love you."

"Do you want me to suck it again?"

"Why don't you try something new?  Straddle my legs and jack me off.  I'll
tell you when I'm coming and you can take the head in your mouth.  It might
make me last a little longer than if you were to suck it again."

Even jacking him didn't last very long but I enjoyed it and it was the first
time I'd ever jacked off a man.

We managed two nights a week in my room and at least once a week in his
shop.  If he couldn't spend the night or I couldn't get away to go to his
shop, we talked together on the phone.  I knew he loved me.  He was as
attentive as anyone could be and he told me often.

As all this with Michael was taking place, Danny came by one day and I
sucked on his 4-inch cock like Michael had instructed.  But, when he sucked
mine it was the old story - wham bam get it over with.  He'd never learn.
Then, the very next day, he came over again and had a guy with him I'd never
seen and I thought I knew every boy is school, at least by sight.  Danny
explained that the kid had just moved into his neighborhood and into the old
Madison house.  (Every one in town had the frustrating habit of describing
houses by naming the house's original owner, not using the street and house
number; it was as if everyone had lived here since early in the past
century.)

But, the kid was stunning, slender but well build, medium height, short,
black hair, spiked with jell, blue eyed and his name was Joey Krause.  He
had on only a radically cut off, well-washed pair of jeans and rubber,
flip-flops on his feet.

After we'd chatted a while I went to the kitchen and came back with 6
hotdogs, mustard and a bag of potato chips plus some cokes. They didn't stay
long but within half an hour, someone hollered through the screen door in
the utility room, calling my name.  It was Joey.

"Hi Joey, come on it."

"Hope you don't mind.  I wanted to ditch Danny and see you again.

"Actually I understand.  I've wished I could have ditched him several times.
  He can be a pest."

"He latched on to me the first time I walked out my front door and he seems
to want to dominate me."

"That's Danny."

"Glad you understand.  Danny did mention though that you had some male,
porno videos."

"That fucking, blabber mouth.  Don't ever tell him anything you don't want
spread around.  Telling him is like telling it to the local newspaper."

"Thanks, I won't.  Anyway, could we watch one?  I promise I'll never tell."

I checked on grandma and she was taking a nap, so I came back and told him
to pick one out but first, I'd like to show him a site on the net, one where
guys submitted their pictures, including cock shots.  I pulled up a list I
kept of German submittals that I was especially fond of.

It turned out Joey was 18 and would be a senior in high school.  As I
flipped through the German submittals, I asked him, "Joey, do German guys
all have big cocks."

"Fucked if I know.  These guys you've shown me sure do, but it's probably
like the belief that all Blacks are hung.  I imagine some are and some
aren't but my dad sure is."

"You've actually seen your dad's."

"Yea, at a rest stop john, that sort of place.  Haven't you?"

"No way."

Well we switched to the video he'd picked out and before long, I happened to
notice his cock had crept out one of the legs of his cut-offs.  God, it had
to be enormous.  After that I couldn't keep my eyes off it.

"This video is hot.  Like what you're looking at?"

(I knew he meant his cock) so I replied, "Hell yes, who wouldn't?"

With that he slipped off his shorts and told me to take mine off too.




"Holy shit, he was bigger than Michael and had a much bigger cockhead."

"I like yours, too, Josh."

"There's not much of it to like."

"There's enough, though and as I said, some are hung and some are not.
Personally, I like all cocks.  Wanta play around?"

"Hell yes.  I'm so fucking horny just seeing it that I can't stand it."

"What do you want to do?"

I didn't answer, I just pushed back my chair, scooted down into the knee
space below the computer desk and got that big cock in my mouth as soon as I
could.  Jesus, I was acting like Danny and all too soon he reached down and
squeezed my head between his hands. In no time, he popped his nuts and his
fuck juice flooded into my mouth.

"My God, Josh, I never expected that; you took the whole thing.  Not many
people can."

"I'm sorry, Joey, I got too excited and in too big of a hurry.  I didn't do
a good job.  I made you climax too soon."

"Don't apologize.  I was over excited myself.  Believe me, there'll be a
next time."

Danny came by several more times and one Friday we went to a matinee.  Then
Joey called and wanted me to go with him on a Monday night.  That was always
a slow night; we sat in the back row and had it all to ourselves.  The place
was three-quarters empty - with people well scattered around in groups of
two or three.

At some point in the dull movie, I looked over at Joey because I thought I
saw movement, and there, right in the theater, he'd slipped his cut-off's
down and he was fondling his 9-inch cock.  He'd been waiting for me to
notice, smiled, grabbed me around the back of my neck and pushed me down in
front of him.  Since it was totally unexpected, I hadn't gotten horned up
and figured now was the time to make things up to him.  I would go slow and
suck him as Michael had taught me.  Before I got started, though, he removed
his cut-offs and put them on my seat, kicked off his shoes and raised his
legs and draped them over the seats in the row in front of ours.


There he was, completely naked in the theater and I was on my knees on the
floor in front of him sucking his big, hard, 9-inch cock.  I sucked him for
a long time, purposely delaying his climax as best I could.  Finally, I
decided I'd better get him off before the two of us got caught, so I pulled
on his balls and sucked at a faster pace and he rewarded me with a big load
of his boy juice.

Beyond the scope of this story but so you'll know, that became Joey's style.
  The john in the park, stopping on the way home from a movie and doing it
in an alley or walking back, between two houses that had no lights on.  He
was never more excited than when an element of danger was present.  His dick
was so magnificent and so perpetually hard when he was with me that I'd have
serviced him in whatever location turned him on.

One day I was in a really down mood when he came over.  He noticed and asked
what was wrong and I started to cry.  He was so upset and pleaded for me to
tell him what was wrong, fearing it was something he'd did or didn't do.

After calming down and assuring him it was not his fault and proceeded to
tell him about Michael, the whole story, how I loved him and what he'd told
me about men, what we had to look out for if we were to continue.  I told
him that I suddenly got a guilt complex thinking of how I been having sex
with both Michael and him.  I suddenly felt guilty, like I was cheating;
just as he had said I'd probably do sometime down the line. I didn't exactly
know how to cope with it.

"Hey Josh.  I see your point, but I think you're over reacting a little.
Maybe he's already cheated on you.  And, then, in the little speech he gave
you he sure left a little wiggle room for both of you.  Lets go see the guy
and both get him at one time."

"I don't know.  I'm not too sure about doing that."

"Leave it to me, will ya? Have you got some old jeans so we can fix them up
like mine?  I rummaged through my drawer and found the oldest pair.  "Those
will." He amputated on them and then we took them to the garage and using an
old wire brush that my dad used for scraping paint peels when he was
repainting the house he rubbed the hell out of the bottom edges of the jeans
until they were well frayed and as skimpy as his.

"Got any lube?"

"Just some that he left here, he'd know it was his."

"How about a tube of Vaseline?"  It would be good and melted by the time we
got there.  I did have a partially used tube of it.

"Wow, you look spectacular and sexy as hell. Lets ride down main street on
the way, you said he shop was out on East Main."

"Jeez, I'd be afraid to in the cut-offs."

"Well don't be, if you get attacked, I'll defend you."

Wouldn't you believe it, we had to stop at all three of the red lights on
main street and a lot of people stared at us.  I was embarrassed as hell.

When we got there, I introduced Joey to Michael and we sat on two of his
workbench stools and he swirled his computer chair around to face us.  I
explained that Joey was new to town and we'd gone to the movie together a
couple of times."

"You guys watch the store for a few minutes an I'm going to slip next door
and get some beer at the liquor store."  It was 4:00 and when he got back he
put one of his preprinted signs in the door.  "Left early to make some
deliveries.  Open at 8 AM tomorrow."

He took us back into the shop area and closed the door from the store area.

"Move those stools over to my desk.  I'd hate to have a beer spilled on one
of the computers I'm working on."

He scooted the stool over closer so he could see us.  After the first beer,
Joey told him about us looking at the site on my computer were guys
submitted their pics and how hot some of them were.  Michael clarified that
they were the sites we'd looked at together and told Joey he agreed; there
were a lot of great cock pics on them.  Just after the short conversation
about the pics, Joey was showing out of one leg of his shorts.  Don't think
for a minute that Michael wasn't enjoying a long, hard look at it.

"Josh, can I talk to you out the back door for a minute.  He picked up a
pack of cigarettes, removed two, and told Joey to help himself, there were
matches in his desk drawer, and he could fill a paper cup with water to use
as an ashtray.  He'd find some cups in the bathroom."

As soon as we'd lit up in the alley, Michael asked me,  "Does he play?
You've made quite a find if he does."

"He does, I've sucked him."

"Good for you.  How big is that thing sticking out the leg of his cut-offs?"

"It's 9-inches.  Want me to ask him if he's willing when we go back in?"  We
tossed our butts into the middle of the alley, went back in and Michael
turned the thumb latch on the door and opened another beer for each of us.
It was obvious Joey hadn't been idle.  He'd obviously been playing with it
and it was sticking even further out of his cut-offs.

"Joey, would you like to play around in sort of a three-way?"

He didn't reply but reached over, found the Vaseline in my pocket,
unbuttoned my jeans and, pulled mine down and let his own drop to the floor.
  Michael's was reading through his slacks, obviously erect and ready.  Holy
cow, I'd always wanted a man cock and now I had one as well as a boy who had
a cock as big as a man, bigger in fact that most men.  I think I've
mentioned that Michael tended to be domineering or at least was a
take-charge sort of guy. Well, so was Joey who walked over to Michael, undid
his belt, unzipped his fly and helped him step out of his slacks, as I
watched his dick flop up against his stomach.

"Michael, I don't know if you've ever been fucked or not but I do know, that
for some strange reason, a lot of hung dudes, like to get fucked.  So, why
don't you bend over, reach out and brace your hands on the edge of the desk,
while I lube us up and fuck you. Before he lubed Michael, though, he got
down on his haunches, spread Michael's cheeks, licked his asshole and tongue
fucked it.

Since Michael hadn't even done that to me, I took it that it was something
new, even to Michael.

"Josh, just let me get it in and get started then you get onto your knees in
front of him and suck his big cock for him while I fuck his girl part back
here."

Between the two of us, we gave him a good going over.  Joey was plowing his
girl part so fast and furious that I decided to just hold his cock in my
mouth and waited for him to give me his cum.  Which he did within an
incredibly short time.

I had finished supper and was looking at one of the videos Michael had left
when he called.

"Hi.  Do you want to tell me why you brought Joey over to the shop this
afternoon?"

"I just wanted him to meet you."

"You've forgotten, so soon it seems, that we have a more than normal insight
into each other. So, being you're reluctant, I'll give you my version.
You've been playing around with him and knowing you, you were feeling
guilty, you confessed to him, he talked you into coming over and get in my
pants to even the score, so to speak, to prove I could cheat, too.  Am I
right?"

"I'm afraid so.  Are you mad"

"No, I'm not mad.  I don't have mad cow's disease.  I'm not even angry,
which I think is what you mean anyway."

"I'm sorry, Michael."

"You needn't be. We love each other and as I tried to explain, love requires
tolerance.  I don't care if you fool around with Joey; with his meat it's
quite understandable.  Just bring him back to the shop now and again; and,
while I have you on the line, I have some other news for you."

"Like what?"

"Five minutes after you and Joey left, your grandma called me."

"Oh shit, was she checking up on me?"

"No, she was inviting me to dinner, Saturday at 6 PM."

"Why?"

"As a surprise for you.  I think she likes me.  Anyway we can use staying
late as an excuse for sleeping together and do some fucky sucky games all
night.   I guarantee you'll know I'm not angry with you when Sunday morning
comes.  I'm really going to give it to you."