Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 13:15:21 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: HORSECOCK NEIGHBOR - 2

Our first stop was when we pulled off at a rest stop.  The 7 urinals were
all being used.  When one became vacant, Michael nodded for me to go first.
He soon stepped up when the first one next to me became vacant.

"Jason, don't hurry, no more rest stops between here and LA."  He pulled
out his 9 inches and when he was finished pissing he began jacking on it
and shaking it.  I got immediately erect.  The traffic in the toilet had
eased off and then another guy took the second urinal away on the other
side of Michael.  He wasn't too discreet in checking Michael out and soon
moved over to the urinal adjacent to Michael.  When we put our cocks back,
zipped up and walked back to the car, the guy followed us.  While Michael
was unlocking the car door, the guy who had been scoping him out, asked he
if he could ask him a question.  I guess Michael thought he wanted
directions or wanted to know how far it was to some town, so Michael said,
"Sure."

"It's kinda personal, but I saw your dick in there and I would sure like to
know how big it is."

"Well, I've never measured it, but I think it's about 9-inches."

"Are you and the boy together? Is he your son?"

"Sort of but better than that.  We're fuck-buddies."

"No kidding, can the boy take that thing?"

"He sure can; he loves it and it loves his boy cunt."

"Oh shit, if you're going to LA, could we arrange a 3-way?"

"We're going to LA but we're not into 3-ways, sorry, guy."

"Please man, I'd pay you $500 for a half-hour session with the two of you."

"Sorry, again, no dice."

He walked away and we got back on the freeway.  I started giggling, that
started Michael to laughing and his laughing started me to laughing, too.

"That guy sure wasn't willing to pay $500 for me, Michael.  You must have a
valuable dick."

"I do.  I wouldn't have said yes if he'd offered a thousand.  I do have a
valuable dick and you've got a valuable boy cunt.  Don't forget it."

"Michael, why were you exposing yourself back there, anyway?  You started
it all, you know."

"Because I know it makes you hot to look at it.  So, why were you looking
at it?"

"Because it makes me hot."

"See, I knew that.  I just said that.  I like to get you all hot and worked
up because it makes me hot just knowing you're hot."

"Does it really?"

"Of course.  I've told you before you can make me hotter, faster than
anybody I've ever known."

"I like you hot and horny, too.  It means we'll be getting into each
other's panties pretty soon."

"You got that right, little fuck-buddy."

The next stop was when we saw a freeway sign indicating "gas and food" was
available at the next exit.

He filled his tank, parked and we went to the men's room which you entered
by a separate door at the side of the gas station and went into the rear
stall together and locked the door.

Michael sat on the toilet and whispered, "No more shooting your load while
you're blowing me.  Give me yours first then you can suck me."

Then he stood up and I took my turn.  Well, I'm not the only one that has
premature climaxes.  Occasionally it happens to Michael, unfortunately it
happened this time.  And, as is always the case when it happens his
climaxes must be something special, excruciatingly intense – so intense in
fact that his whole body spasms and he becomes very loud and sometimes even
vocal.

All of a sudden (and not in a whisper) he says, "Jesus Christ!  I don't
understand how you do that.  It's like when your ass grabs my cock when I'm
fucking you.  Stand up so I can kiss you."

I tell you, it was embarrassing to open the stall door and walk the length
of the room to the exterior door.  Five or six men stared us down.  We kept
right on walking.  Deep down I didn't give a shit.  As I've told you
before, the fact that Michael has sex with me is flattering to me.  I'm
proud of the fact and passed it off that the guys in the toilet were, among
other things, jealous.  If I had been one of them and Michael had walked
out with someone else, I know I'd have been jealous.

"Jason, are you hungry?"

"Yea, I'm starved."

"Me, too.  I don't think I could hold out until we get to LA and find
someplace decent.  Just order a steak.  A steak is hard to fuck-up.
Besides, it has a lot of protein, which is what we need right now, having
just depleted a big batch of it."

Michael ordered a beer and I had a Pepsi.  He ordered a large size can of
beer - "Fosters" from Australia - and asked for a glass, explaining he
didn't like drinking out of a can.  I managed to get a few sly swigs of it
from the glass.

Waiting for the salad, I got the giggles again.  Nothing Michael said or
did could make me stop until I noticed two men sitting in a booth across
the room looking at us – one of them was one of the guys who was staring at
us when we came out of the toilet stall.  It was kind of strange – someone
I didn't know, but at the same time, knew that I sucked cocks and could
take it up my ass.  At least they didn't know the size of Michael's cock.
I just hoped they didn't follow us to the car like the guy at the rest
stop.  I told Michael about them and said to him, "Maybe I should have our
waitress deliver them a note: "Unless your first bid is $1,000.00 for 30
minutes, don't waste our time."

That started Michael laughing, which wasn't too unusual.  We were always
joking back and forth, horsing around, and our relationship was filled with
smiles and laughter.  Sometimes Michael acted more like a kid than I did.
I loved it when he did and suspected that he did it to make me feel more
comfortable around him.

In downtown LA, Michael checked us into a spectacular, high-rise, glass
sheathed, hotel.  The doorman checked our reservation and an attendant
disappeared with the car.

A bellboy took our luggage (1 piece each and a suit of Michael's, on a
hanger with a plastic cover over it) and accompanied us to the room.  He
was probably just out of high school, a real looker and, although not
out-and-out obvious, left little doubt that he was gay and curious about
the two of us and our relationship – it didn't take many brains to deduce
that the age spread was too far for us to be brothers and not far enough to
be father and son (despite what the jerk at the rest stop had asked).

Michael gave him a tip and asked him to bring up two beers and two bourbon
and sodas.

"Hey, fuck-buddy, let's hurry and take a quick shower before he comes
back."

We hadn't closed the bathroom door and had just stepped out of the shower
when we heard a knock at the door.

Never shy, Michael just said, "Fuck" and went to the door, towel over his
shoulders, dripping water on the rug and opened the door.  I thought the
poor bellboy was going to drop his tray.  He completely lost all his
concentration and had a hell of a time recuperating.  He had an even harder
time lifting his gaze up to look Michael in the face.  Like I was the first
time, he was totally captivated with looking at Michael's 9-inch cock.

I had the feeling we'd be seeing more of him.

We got into one of the two queen sized beds together, watched TV and had
the drinks the bellboy had brought up.  I looked over at Michael; even with
his head propped up so he could watch TV, he was fast asleep.  I knew he'd
put in some overtime Wednesday and Thursday getting ready for this trip to
LA.  And, adding the driving to his time at the office he'd had a long day
today.  I pulled at the edges of his pillows as best as I could to make
things a little more comfortable for him, turned off the TV and the lights,
kissed him on the cheek, laid on my side, facing him and cuddled up as
close as I could get.

I felt no need to be sneaky about it, I just reached down and wrapped my
hand around the shaft of his huge cock – the cock I dreamed of each night
in bed was now, for the first time, in the same bed as I was and for the
whole night.  Holding it was like a sedative.  I went right to sleep.
Several times I woke just enough to realize we had changed positions, so
I'd just find it again, and take hold of it.

Sometime, I have no idea what time it was, I began to wake up as I realized
I was in a sitting position, being held that way as well as being held
tightly against a body and someone was stroking my hair and kissing me all
over my face.  At first I thought I was having one of my homosexual
dreams. But I became aware it was Michael as he kept repeating the same
words, over and over again.

"Sweet baby, I love you so much, I'm so sorry"

"What's the matter, Michael?"

I knew from his voice, he was about in tears.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I fell asleep on our first night together in bed and I
didn't even make love to you.  I'm so ashamed.  You've been so hyped up,
looking forward to coming here with me.  And when I woke up you had your
hand wrapped around my cock.  For some reason, that brought it home to me
more than anything we've done together, how much you love me and want me.

"Fuck me now, right after I go to the bathroom."  He took my hand and we
walked to the bathroom together. We stood side by side holding each other's
cocks as we pissed.  Back in bed he turned on a bedside lamp.  I had him
turn it back off.

"Fuck me in the dark, Michael."  He moved me into the middle of the bed and
into my favorite poison, on my back with pillows under my ass.  There was
very little light in the room but as he held my legs up I could barely
distinguish the towering figure of a tall, slender man in front of me.  I
sure as hell, though, could feel him slowly slipping his big cock into my
boy box, even though we'd lubed each other generously.  He was taking it
really slow and easy at first, until, as always his need to shoot took
control and he said.

"I'm close, make your boy cunt grab it."

He didn't even pull out, but just rested atop me.

Without words, he lubed us again.  There was no need for words from me,
either; it was obvious he was going to fuck me again.  He spread my legs,
got on his elbows atop me and told me to guide it in.  I reached down and
put the end of his big cockhead against my sphincter. When he had it fully
in, I locked my legs over his back and he began fucking me.  It was
wonderful, there in the darkness, our bodies locked together in the
beautiful, forbidden act of homosexual love between a man and a boy – I was
getting fucked by his big cock and kissed by him at the same time.

It was as if we were the only two living beings on earth - two male bodies
locked together as tightly as if we were one.

Michael paused and raised himself up, reached into a bedside drawer and
said:

"Jason, I'm hesitant to do this, but this is so extraordinary, so dream
like, I want to take us one step further.  Raise your head I want to give
you something, I'll explain more fully later on."  He put one hand behind
my head, held something to one of my nostrils that felt like the opening of
a small bottle.  Pinch the other side of your nose and inhale, but not too
deeply."  He then held it to the other nostril and I then heard him
sniffing from the bottle.  He had me repeat the procedure and I was aware
that he again inhaled deeply from the bottle.  Then he started again and
took me into a dream like world of being fucked; being fucked deep by his
huge, hard, fuck tool for the second time in one brief period of time, but
this time it was so different.  The only thing I could think of was that
Michael was slowly working his huge cock, which God had given him to fuck
women, in and out of my boy cunt.  It had never felt quite this good
before.  I hoped that somehow he'd never climax and that it would never
end.

Again, he stopped, held my head up with his left hand and held the bottle
to first one nostril and another and then to his own nose.  If his cock
felt good before, it was absolutely out of this world now.  Before, I'd
always lost my erection when he was fucking me, but this time I began to
erect and for the first time had an orgasm with his cock inside me.  I
spewed my cum between our stomachs and within less than a minute I had a
second orgasm.  He kept on slowly pushing it in and out.  Forbidden or not,
it was what I wanted; nothing else in the world could feel this good.  I
couldn't believe what was happening.  I was being fucked by a huge cock.
It was almost the size of a horsecock and I was taking the whole thing, it
didn't even hurt.  It was total pleasure.  I was a big boy now.  Then I
felt his cock swell inside me; I felt it spew its love juice deep into my
body.

He pulled out and rolled over on his back.  I turned onto my side and
kissed his cheek.

"Oh baby, that was something else.  I've told you that you're the best fuck
I've ever had.  That was above and beyond anything that I've ever
experienced before.  I love you so much."

"It was that way for me, too.  I'm I a good fuck-buddy for you?"

"You're the best little fuck-buddy boy that a man could ever have."

"I've waited like what seemed forever for a man to take a liking to me.
I'm so glad it was you.  I never knew it could be such a warm, tender,
exciting thing."

"It might have seemed forever but it couldn't have been for too long;
you're too young.  You're young, beautiful, in the full bloom of boyhood
and ripe for picking.  I just happened, thank God, to come along and be the
lucky one to come on to you when you were ready."

"I really do love you, Michael."

"I know, you've told me before.  And, I've told you that I love you.  I
know, too, that we're both finding a lot of warmth, closeness and sexual
satisfaction in our love.  Jason, it's everything love should be and I
can't thank you enough."

I started to answer, but he put his finger over my lips and said, " It time
we went back to sleep."  With that he found my hand and wrapped it around
his cock shaft.  "That's so nice when you hold it while I'm sleeping.  Try
to keep it there, will you?"

"I will.  I like to hold it."

Michael had told me his appointment wasn't until two in the afternoon.  It
was 9:30 when I awoke and went to the bathroom.  Michael was still asleep
on his back, the same as when he'd gone to sleep.  On getting back into
bed, I saw the bottle on the nightstand, looked at it and it had a name
that really didn't mean much toward explaining what the contents were.  I
took it back to bed with me, held it in one hand and wrapped the other
around his flaccid cock, resting atop one of his legs.  I couldn't resist
sucking on it and got it fully hard.  I took a sniff from the bottle and
got into some real cocksucking.  It made sucking cock as dream like as
getting fucked last night.  After another hit, his cock seemed to get
larger (whether it actually was or not) and sucking it more pleasurable,
more important and I became obsessed with making him shoot.

I didn't realize it but he was awake and told me he was close.  I could
feel him swelling in my mouth and I stopped so he could enjoy his climax,
which was large and deliciously juicy.

I couldn't understand how he could climax and shoot so often.  Michael
walked across the room and picked up a room service menu, we looked at it
and he ordered breakfast.

When it was delivered, he got up and answered the door, completely naked,
his flaccid cock swinging as he walked and asked the bellboy to put the
tray beside the bed because we were going to have breakfast in bed.

The poor kid, his eyes were about to pop out of his head, looking at
Michael get back into bed.  It was completely obvious that we'd slept
together all night. The second bed was completely made up with bedspread
and all.

Michael signed the bill, gave him a 5 dollar tip and said:

"Want to see my boy toy naked, too?"

"Sure!"

With that, he whipped the sheet off of me and the kid had a good look at
both of us.

"Jesus.  Thanks.  I enjoyed that, and believe me, I'm jealous."

After breakfast, we showered together and got dressed.  Michael put on a
dark, blue suit, a dress shirt, a tie and black shoes.  He was really a
handsome young dude.  It was the first time I'd seen him dressed up that
close.

I put on a pair of tan pants and one of the two dress shirts that my mom
had made me take, along with a tie and brown leather loafers.

When Michael came out of the door from where he'd had the interview, he was
all smiles.

In the car he explained that he'd signed a big contract.  The guy he
interviewed was about 55 years old and remarked that he was impressed with
Michael, as he knew what he was talking about and he was exceptional in
presenting himself because he was very relaxed, not nervous as a lot of
young men were.

"Did you tell him, you'd done a lot of relaxing last night and this
morning?"

"No, but Sunday night and Monday morning we're going to do some more
relaxing.  I'll try not to fuck you two times, one right after the other,
though."

I wish you would.  That was so hot.  Michael, I hate to tell you, but I
think you're turning me into a boy whore.  I just can't get enough of you."

"I know baby, and that's great with me.  I can't think of anything more
exciting than having my own boy whore.  But you fucking better never give
it to anyone else."

"You know you're the only one. I'm your very own, private fuck hole."

"Jason, you used the word `whore'.  You're far from being a whore.  A whore
does it for money.  You and I do it because we love each other and it is
the most intimate way for us to express that love.  I want you to know that
I can't get enough of you either.  I was never really able to get my cock
totally hard until we started having sex.  The first time you sucked my
cock on the patio, I knew what total hardness was like, I knew I'd found
the answer to my dreams. I really do
 love you and in more ways than one."

I started to cry.

"Oh shit, Jason, not again, please.  If you're trying to tell me that you
love me, I already know that."

Michael leaned over and kissed me before he backed out and left the parking
garage.

"OK, Jason, next stop Disneyland."

Michael took off his suit coat and tie, opened his collar and I took off my
tie.  There was a line, even buying tickets and getting up to the entrance
gate.  Even in line there were a lot of young girls staring at Michael.
Again, as I've said so many times before, I was so proud being with him.
He was so fucking good looking; I knew a lot of those staring wanted him
but I was the one that was getting him.  I was his fuck-buddy.  Those girls
wouldn't understand that.

Disneyland was absolutely fantastic, as I suppose it is to every kid the
first time he sees it.  Michael knew of a decent place to have dinner.  It
was way after dark when we left.  We had intentionally waited until it got
dark, so we could watch the fireworks.

Just out of the parking lot, Michael asked me if I liked the poppers and
said he'd forgotten to explain that was what they were commonly called.

I loved them.

Good, I'm going to go back a different way, even though it's a little
longer.  I know a porno bookstore and arcade in Garden Grove where I can
buy them.

"What do you use them for?"

"When I want a really good long jack-off thinking of you, when I'm at the
office.  I go to the men's room, drop my pants, slip my boxers down, and
get high on them jacking off thinking of you."

"Do you really think of me when you jack off?"

"Hell yes, who the fuck else would I'd think about?"

It was a question but I didn't answer it.  I just told him I always thought
of him when I was jacking-off.

He made one more stop at a liquor store for bourbon, club soda and beer.

Before backing out from the parking space at the liquor store, he squirmed
around and took his pants off, saying, "I've gotta wear my monkey suit
again Monday so I want to keep it clean.

He reached over, took hold of my hand and placed it on top of his cock.  I
wrapped my hand around it.  It was over an hour before we got to LA.  He
got off the freeway and parked on a side street to put his pants back on.

We were both so fucking horned up that when we got back to the room, we
didn't even turn the TV on.  Michael sat in one of the lounge chairs and
motioned for me to sit on the floor between his legs.  He downed a few
highballs and I had a couple of beers.  Michael had the bottle of bourbon
on a small table beside the chair and I guess I wasn't keeping track of
what he drank. Anyway he got, how can I say it, I guess `antimated and
talkative' will do.  He really wasn't drunk and his speech wasn't slurred.

"OK, fuck-buddy, I think I fucked you twice last night and pretty hard.
Get me off sucking on it tonight.  Let's give your boy puss a rest until
tomorrow night."

"Can I use the poppers?  It was so fantastic sucking your cock in bed this
morning with them."

"OK, but for your information, you're off the bottle once we get back home,
except for a very special occasion."

"Like what?  What kind of occasion?

"Like when I'm so nervous and wound up that I need your puss or your mouth
to work off my super hard-on and I've been unable to do it in the men's
room at work."

"Geez, I'd be afraid to use them in the garage.  I have no concept of time
when I use them."

"I know, but just wait until my wife calls me at work some day and tells me
she's got to work late.  I'll call and ask your mom or dad if you can come
eat out with me and maybe go to a movie afterwards.  Instead of a movie,
we'll go to one I've seen before so I can tell you about it and we'll shack
up in a motel together and have some fun."

"You can think up the wildest schemes some time."

"I get both desperate and inventive where you're concerned.  You've got me
hard already, sniff your poppers and go down on it."

We were both beyond ready.  We went to bed; actually he wasn't in bed, only
his body was and his legs were over the edge and spread wide – much the
same as he had put me on his patio table with my legs hanging over the
edge, the first morning we met. On my knees, between his legs, I took his
huge cock into my mouth.  After a hit on the poppers, I was sucking away
when Michael said:

"Do you realize what you're doing?"

Thinking I was doing something wrong, I said, "No, what am I doing wrong?"

"You aren't doing anything wrong, Baby, it's just that you're taking the
whole thing, the whole thing for the first time."

"I am?"

"Yes and don't make me sorry I told you, I would sure as hell don't want to
mess you up."

I started again and when I got to going, I realized that I was taking the
whole thing, the whole 9 inches!"  I felt that sucking Michael's cock was
taking me somewhere I'd never been before – some unique world open only to
boy cocksuckers - open only to boys who loved man cock – boys who loved big
cocks – boys who were size queens.  It was a very special and wonderful
world; so dreamy and, yet, so filled with joy; I thought Michael's cock had
been the key that unlocked the gate.  The only thing that mattered was that
I had a big, hard cock in my mouth that I was sucking.  It was Michael's
cock; he needed to cum and I could trigger that cock and make it deliver
its cum.  All I needed to do was keep sucking.

Then he brought me back to the real world, to the hotel room.  He rose up
and with him hands under my arms pulled me up and onto the bed.

"Get into bed baby.  You've really got me going.  I want to suck on
yours. Turn around so we can 69.  I knew what he meant even though we'd
never done it before.  It was just too good, too hot for me.  My body began
to jerk and I started shooting into his mouth.  That must have made it too
hot for him.  His love juice started pouring deep into my mouth.  We were
climaxing at the same time.

We were spent, totally spent.  Michael turned around so his head was at the
top of the bed, pulled up a sheet and a blanket, took my hand and placed it
on his cock. Took one of my legs and pulled it over atop him and we went to
sleep.

The next morning he kissed me awake.

"Come on babe, let's shower and check out.  We'll eat breakfast at one of
the coffee shops off the lobby."

"Are we on short time, or something?"

"Not really, I just have a big thing planned for us on the way to San
Diego."  He wouldn't tell me what it was.

Somewhere in Orange County he got off the freeway and went into a
convenience store and came out with a plastic cooler.  I guessed we were
going to have a picnic.  I'd forgotten all about being close to the ocean
but it turned out that a beach was were we were going.  He got off the
freeway when we were kinda close to San Diego, found a place to park and by
making two trips we carried stuff down the path to the beach.  I stayed
with the first load while he went back for the second.  He had planned on
this all along; he even had a beach umbrella, towels and blankets.

"Michael, I wish you'd clued me in before we left home.  I didn't bring a
swimsuit."

"Don't worry about it.  The ocean is still kinda cold until July and it's a
nude beach anyway."  I watched him strip.  "Come on, don't be bashful.  Do
I have to take your clothes off, too?"  I felt kinda shy doing it in
public.

The closer it got to noon, the more people started arriving and, believe
me, they all gawked at Michael's tall, slender body and his big dick
hanging down between his legs. After we'd been there less than two hours a
wind came up, blowing in from the ocean, and the sky turned, not cloudy,
but gray – no sunshine at all.  Michael unfolded a couple of the blankets,
told me to stand up and he wrapped one around me and another around
himself.  "Summer in Southern California is unpredictable until July."

We ate our deli sandwiches and each had a couple of beers, the cans of
which he had covered in an insulating, foam rubber covering – both to keep
them cold and hide the contents of the cans.

"Jason, we skipped our morning routine – you didn't suck me off, so how
about cuddling up to my back. I'll drop my blanket and you can wrap yours
around the front of me as well as around yourself."

It was nice being co close to him, both nice and warm.  He took one of my
hands and put it on his cock, already totally hard and erect.

"Jack me off, then we'll change positions and I'll do you."

It was great holding his cock.  He seemed to have planned on working in a
lot of things this weekend - stuff we'd never done before.  Reaching around
his body and jacking his big cock was so exciting, in that position it was
kinda like I was jacking myself which made me wish mine were as big as
Michaels.  Maybe it was best it wasn't, though.  If mine were that big I'd
be masturbating all the time – non-stop.

"Oh babe, you're making it feel so good.  Take it slow, make it last." He
twisted his head around and kissed me, just as someone was walking past.
They smiled.  I wondered if they could see the blanket moving up and down
in front of his crotch.  As I've said before, there's little that bothers
Michael and I was getting to be the same way.  I really think I'd consent
to any place and time he chose to give it to me.

Although this was the first time I'd masturbated Michael, I was getting
more and more attuned to him, more sensitive as to how close he was to
climax.  This time I knew and moved my hand around his cockhead so I could
feel his cum as it pulsed out of his big dick.

He should have done it to me first.  Whenever I did anything to him first
was a guarantee that I'd cum pretty quick after he got started and I did.

"Michael, I've got to use the toilet."

"There aren't any.  What do you have to do?"

"Piss."

"See those big rock formations down to the right? As I remember, go past
the first group and into the second group.  Be careful some woman doesn't
rape you."

When I walked into the second outcropping of rocks, there was a guy, about
17 or 18 years old that was jacking his dick like mad.  I stopped because I
couldn't resist looking.

"Don't stand there suck it."

I no sooner got my mouth around it than he shot.  That made me hard and I
had a hell of a time pissing.

The sun began to come out again and the wind died down, so we took off the
blankets and sat on the beach towels and decided to stay awhile longer.

All of the people passing had up until now just looked at us, but none
stopped until a white guy and a teenage, black dude walked up to us and
asked if they could chat awhile. Michael and Tony, the older guy with the
black teenager, introduced us.

"I'm being presumptive, Michael, but is Jason your boy toy?  We're curious
because that's Jay' relationship with me."

"Yea, among other things."  His reply seemed a little sharp, but I didn't
think much about it until later.

"You guys from San Diego?"

"No, we're from the Bay area."  That time he lied.

Tony, the older guy, had a kinda tiny dick, but Jay had enough cock for
both of them.  He was bigger that Michael and I estimated it as 11-inches.
He was a really nice looking kid and he kept looking and smiling at me.

"How long are you going to stay at the beach, Michael?"

"We're about ready to leave now."

"Why don't you come by the house and have a couple of drinks on the terrace
and watch the ocean awhile?"

Michael looked at me and knew I was for it, so he said, "OK.  We'll follow
you."

"It's kinda hard to find, with a tricky freeway off ramp involved, too. Jay
has a driver's license, let Jason ride with him and I'll ride with you in
your car."

They helped us carry our stuff back to the car and Jay and I walked about
two blocks to Tony's car.

The house turned out to be a little north and west of San Diego and
overlooked the harbor instead of the ocean.  On the way Jay and I talked
incessantly.

"Is Tony an Italian?"

"The name sort of suggests that but it is a nick name for Anthony.  He's
English actually, lots of English are named Tony, as in Tony Blair."
Michael seems like a real nice guy.  Tony is a prick, though."

"Really."

"Yea, difficult to get along with."

"Sorry about that, Michael is wonderful.  He's a neighbor of mine, married
and I live right next door. He's wonderful to me."

"Tony is a real ass.  Fucking me is all he'll do, no sucking no jacking, no
kissing.  He calls that queer shit."

"Can't you leave?"

"Don't I wish, I just graduated from high school, can't find a job that
would support me so I'm stuck with him for a while."

"I really was fascinated with your cock."

"It get's a lot of stares at the beach.  Michael has a nice one, too."

"I know.  It was the biggest one I'd ever seen until I saw yours."

"If you wanta look at it some more, unzip me and drag it out."

It was soft and was quite a struggle to get it out of his fly.  It was so
different from Michael's.  Michaels was a smooth tube of cock flesh; Jays
was full of veins including a big one that seemed to run straight down the
middle of the top.  Michael had a large cockhead; Jays cock tapered down
and his cockhead was small.

I not only looked at it, but I felt it up and then began jacking on it.

"Oh God, Jason, that feels so good.  Make me cum."

"I don't really know how, it's so big. What do I do?"

"Turn a little in the seat, squeeze the back end with your left hand and
concentrate on the head and the first four inches of the shaft behind the
head."

It didn't take long.  He was too hot.  "Grab a Kleenex, and hold it around
the head.  If I get cum on Tony's car, he'll kill me."

Like Michael's, it didn't seem to matter much whether it was hard or soft –
it was practically the same size either way."

Michael asked to use the phone and called the hotel to say he was in town
and would be checking in within a few hours.  The person on the phone told
him he'd had a call Saturday evening from a woman who identified herself as
Mr. Gallagher's secretary saying your appointment had been changed from 1
PM tomorrow until 8:30 AM.

With that knowledge Michael wanted to leave after an hour, max.

We had a nice time, Michael and Tony talking mostly to each other and Jay
and I together, as we'd done in the car.

As well as drinks, Tony fixed a great variety of nice snacks, which tasted
good after the beach.

In the car, on the way to the hotel, Michael said he couldn't understand
why the appointment had been bumped up.  He also remarked that he couldn't
relate too well with Tony.  For some reason, he didn't like him, he didn't
dislike him, but there was something there that seemed to raise a flag.

"Did you and Jay get along in the car?"

"Yea, he's only 18" and I proceeded to relate Jays remarks about Tony.

"I knew there was something weird about Tony" and we dropped the subject.

At the hotel desk, Michael asked the clerk how long it took to drive to
Tijuana, Mexico.

"Well, it's now 4 o'clock.  Traffic coming back across the border will be
thinning in about 2 hours.  If you're going to eat dinner down there, you
should be able to get back by 8:30 or 9 at the latest.

"Could you give me the name of and directions to a restaurant that you'd
recommend?"

The desk clerk did and drew Michael a little map.  He staid it wasn't a
fancy place but had a brisk trade with Americans and the food was
excellent.

Michael suggested we skip the salad and we both ordered `steak asada' which
I enjoyed tremendously.  We had a desert that was like a custard.  I think
it was called a flam.  It was also good.

We had gone down a few steps from street level to get to the door to the
restaurant.  We noticed there were a lot of shops if we went down a few
more steps.  "Michael asked me if I wanted to pick up something for my mom,
but I told him maybe next time.  Actually, for some reason, I didn't want
mom and dad to know I'd gone to Mexico.

There was still a line at the border getting back to the states, but we
were back in the hotel room at 9:30.

"Jason, I'm still feeling a little guilty about having fucked you two times
in a row.  Let's try something oral again tonight, something we haven't
done before.  Too, I want us to forget the poppers, OK?"

"Anything you want to do is fine with me, Michael, because I know I'll
enjoy it."

He positioned my head on three pillows at the very top of the bed and, with
both of his hands on the headboard of the bed, he stuck his cock into my
mouth and began fucking it.

That big, wonderful fuck tool again took me into a world far removed from
California.  I closed my eyes, thought of how beautiful Michael was, how
beautiful was his big cock meat that was working itself in and out of my
mouth, how beautiful were his egg shaped balls that were slapping against
my chin and how intoxicating they smelled and how delicious his cock juice
would be when he satisfied himself in my mouth.

I couldn't believe how Michael had changed me in such a short tome, now my
third night in bed with him since we started on his business trip. Each
night he had taken me deeper into the delights and thrills of sex that I
knew were obtainable only in love making between a man and a boy.  I knew,
full well, that he had changed my life forever.  There was no turning back.

Thank God he was enjoying it, too, and was not in a hurry.  My mouth was
drooling; I had his shaft so slick with my saliva that it was slipping
effortlessly in and out of my mouth.  When his pace quickened a little, I
knew he needed to cum and more urgently with each stroke.  My mouth was the
vehicle he was using to achieve climax so I knew I would spoil it if I
didn't just leave him to his own means.  So, I waited, impatiently, until I
could sense a swelling of his shaft and in his urinary canal. When he did
climax, I considered it payment in full for his hurrying me out of bed
quickly in the morning in his eagerness to get started to San Diego.  His
big, man cock began to throb and his cum shot in spurts out of his piss
slit and down into my throat.  It was delicious, much sweeter and nicer
than the custard we had for desert in Mexico.

He moved down to take my swollen cock into his mouth and to receive my cum.

Afterward, we just hugged, cuddled and kissed. I loved to run my fingers
through his long, silken hair, and a finger across his eye lashes, his
lips, the edge of his ears and to play with his nipples.  He was beautiful,
every detail of him was beautiful and sexual and exciting.  Put together he
was totally beautiful, totally handsome and totally masculine. At the same
time, he was warm, gentle and kind.

His most perplexing characteristic was that at times he was reckless, as in
the men's room on the way down here.  Other times, he was actually quite
shy.

What I loved most about him though was our sexual life together.  Time and
again he told me to do what I wanted to do; there was no need to ask.  That
seemed to give me a sense of freedom and confidence when I was with him and
as we undressed each other to begin lovemaking.  That night I didn't hold
his cock.  The minute we got into bed to go to sleep, he cuddled up to my
back with my head on an outstretched arm under my neck. His other arm was
over my chest and a hand over one of my nipples.  He also had a leg thrown
over me.  I was immobilized but at the same time I felt totally loved and
wanted.  I fell into a deep sleep instead of fretting about this being our
last night sleeping together.

My first semi-conscious recollection was feeling for his cock to wrap my
hand around it.  I awoke in a panic.  He wasn't in bed with me.  I had
forgotten about his early morning meeting.  On the bathroom mirror he had
stuck a note – "Hated to wake you.  Get breakfast at the hotel restaurant
or have it delivered and charge it to the room.  Be back ASAP.  Love you so
much, in so many ways.  Hugs and Kisses, Michael."  I kept the note and
still have it.

I pissed, showered, got dressed and ate in the hotel restaurant.  At 10 AM
Michael returned full of his success and happiness.  He grabbed me around
the waist, whirled me around and put me on the bed.  In bed, beside me he
told me what had happened.

"The meeting was changed to early morning because Gallagher was having a
board meeting and he wanted them to hear my presentation.  It went so
smoothly and with Gallagher's recommendation the board approved a new
contract to run 10 years.  The one before had to be renegotiated every
year."

"Congrats. I'm so proud of you and so happy for you."

"Jason, you turned my business trip into a real vacation and a lucky
streak, all at the same time.  You know what, though?"

"No.  What?"

While the board was making up their mind, all I could think of was that
time in your bedroom when you got under me and watched while I jacked off
on your sheets.

"I've asked you to do some dumb stuff, I guess.  My trouble is I could get
off sucking your thumb."

"Jason, nothing you want to do is dumb.  I know you love me and we're just
experimenting so far, and it's all been good for me."

"Really?"

"Really, and now I have a dumb thing to asked of you as soon as we get
naked."

When we were naked he told me he wanted to kneel over me with his cock in
front of my face and I was to reach up and jerk him off.

"I won't last long baby.  Don't be gentle.  Grab it and jerk it hard and
fast."

The big thing really was hard.  I reached up and lubed it, wrapped my right
hard around it and started jacking it.  Oh what a beautiful site.  He
looked enormous, especially his cockhead.

"Harder, Jason.  I' really need to shoot.  I'm so tensed up."

With a few more seconds I gave him the relief, the release from tension he
so badly needed.  His cum spewed all over my chest and my face.  He
immediately moved down and licked it up, telling me to keep my eyes closed.

"Collapsed atop me he said, "Thanks Jason."

"Thank you."

That was to be our last sex act until we got home. We did stop to eat lunch
and later on to take a piss.  But Michael behaved himself.  No exposing his
cock, except in the car.

Before I got out to go into the house, Michael reminded me I had two more
months of vacation and we'd absolutely go on another trip, go camping, go
somewhere to have more love making time together.

As I walked into the house I had mixed emotions.  I was happy to be home
and I was sad I wouldn't be sleeping with Michael again tonight.  God but I
loved sleeping with him.

Tuesday we were taking on the cell phones together as we jacked off at our
windows.  Thursday we were sucking cock in the garage and Saturday I no
longer had to depend on the rents leaving the house.  We stripped the wax
off of the kitchen two bathrooms.  The Master Bed Bath was carpeted.  Of
course, we did some sucking and Michael fucked me again.

Vacation was fantastic.  Life at home wasn't so bad either.

THE END

Thanks for reading my story.  Thanks to all that have e-mailed me.  I have
answered most of you but will answer all e-mails as soon as I can.

Love and kisses, Jason