Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:43:37 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOE 3

It was 11:15 on Saturday morning Aug 13th.  Joe and I were totally finished
with our work on his mom's house.  We were now waiting for the company
that had cleaned the Venetian blinds to finish hanging them.

Even the outside has been painted.  You'd never guess who did it.
Dorothy told John to get over here and help us out as I'd done more for
her sister this summer than he done in all the years they'd been married.
He masked stuff off one Saturday and spray painted the house on Sunday
morning, starting at 7AM and was done by 10 o'clock before it even got
too warm to be uncomfortable.  What surprised me more than his helping
us was that he more than civil, even cordial, about seeing Joe and me
again.

After the blinds were hung, I took Joe and Andy to their favorite greasy
spoon cafe for lunch.  "Andy, I think Joe and I need a week's vacation.  I
have to attend a Teacher's Pre School Orientation Meeting on the 25th, so
to be on the safe side I'd like to leave Monday. Why don't you ask your
mom if you can come along. Tell her, I'd like to show my appreciation for
all the help you've given me, especially for all the yard work.  Too, I know
Joe would like to have someone his age along."

Andy caught the unspoken possibilities in my offer and immediately
pushed his hand into the pocket of his denim shorts to get his cell phone
and call his mom but I told him to hold on a minute.

"Is something the matter, Rich?"

"No, but I just thought her acceptance might depend on where we're going
and I'm sure she'd be more acceptable to like Colorado than say, Mexico.
So, where are we going, Enders lake and recreation area and do some
fishing?"

Andy didn't take long to dump cold water on that suggestion and when he
said it was too hot and too many rattlesnakes this time of year, he had me
convinced, too.

"Well, how about Denver?"  They'd both been there and done that.

So, I asked why they didn't make a suggestion?  It took 5 minutes to settle
on Rocky Mountain National Park and Joe wanted to see Boulder, where
I'd gone to school and where I'd lived there.  Andy made his call, his mom
agreed and the two boys gave each other a high-five.

We agreed to use the rest of today and as much time as was required
Sunday to get clothes ready; the car washed and serviced and be ready to
go early Monday.  Joe suggested Andy sleep over Sunday night. Well,
Sunday night was one of only two nights when the boys would sleep in
one bed and me in another.  Every night we were in a motel, they crowded
in with me, one on each side – cozy but not conducive to a good night's
rest.

I had the digital alarm set for 6 AM and when I woke up Joe, along with
Andy, was sitting on the edge of the bed.  As usual, I woke with a 7 hard
living it's own life between my legs as well as taking charge of the young,
susceptible and dirty minds of the two teenage spectators who were
naked and sprouting strong erections that they were fondling.  What a
beautiful way to wake up.

The little fuckers had it all preplanned, I was sure.  Joe went down on me
and Andy straddled my chest and fucked my mouth, not easily, either

We were about 80 miles from Denver, on I-76, and a little further to
Boulder even if we turned off the freeway at Hudson.   We'd stopped at Ft.
Morgan for lunch. After that the scenery turned boringly dull.  When we'd
taken off after lunch the guys changed seats; Joe was now in the back
and Andy was sitting in the front, passenger seat.  Joe leaned forward and
said,

"Rick, being we're all on vacation and all, and being you want us to relax
and have a good time, can Andy and I asked you a question?"

"Being you took such a roundabout way to ask it and all, I somehow
suspect that you're going to ask it no matter what I say."

"Yea, well it's not so easy to ask.  It's kinda a favor."

"Well, since you know you've got me by the balls, I don't know why you
even ask?  So who's to be the spokesperson, you or Andy?"

Andy responded with, "Joe you ask."

"Can Andy watch you fuck me tonight and can we do it with the lights on
so he can see really well.  He's never seen anyone get fucked before."

"Isn't that kind of personal."

"Yes, but we've been jacking off together during afternoon breaks at
mom's house and this morning he fucked your mouth, so it isn't like we've
not been personal before."

"It seems to me that fucking is a little more intimate than sucking cock."

"I don't know, but you told me when we were first getting into it that any
sex between two men was the most intimate thing in the world, more so
than between a man and a woman because it was a forbidden fruit."

"I might as well concede.  You always win.  Now you've got me all worked
up and Boulder is still a fair distance to go."

"We'll, we've passed a couple of exits, why don't you take the next one,
you can see to the horizon in every direction, but there's nothing to see
anyway.  I know you like to masturbate us.  You can pull off on a side road
and jack Andy off, then we can change seats and you can jerk me off.  OK
Andy?"

Andy didn't say anything but unzipped his shorts, pulled them down to his
ankles and began playing with his already hard, boy cock. I could hardly
keep my eyes off of it.  As I've told you before I loved it as much as I
loved
Joe's – yet they were so different.

Holy shit, I thought - the two of them would arrive home relaxed.  I'd
probably arrive totally exhausted.

I found a side road leading off the one I had turned onto from the
Interstate, and pulled off the road and up to a gate to a prairie pasture.
I
pushed my shorts down in the event that I had an unplanned ejaculation;
Andy knelt on the seat, turning to face me and shoved his cock forward.  I
first explored it, rolled his small balls around in my hand, raked my
fingers
through his blond pubes and then wrapped my right hand around his shaft,
softly squeezed it and slowly moved it up and down.  Joe was right; I did
like to masturbate them.  There was something about a boy cock right in
your face, watching it get more aroused the longer you played with it,
watching it grow ever larger and harder and sensing when it was about to
cum so you could close your mouth over it and feel it spurting its teen age
juice out of its marble sized balls. Who could not like doing it?

Joe quickly got out of the backdoor and knelt, as Andy had, on the front
passenger seat, facing me.  Andy scooted down on the floor under the
steering column and buried his head my crotch.

Joe was a little more ready even than Andy had been.  I knew that when
two males get it on together for some time, as Joe and I had been doing,
they actually get attuned to the other.  He knew precisely how I'd begin
and each step in how I'd proceed; above all, he knew and cherished the
end result as the juices of his orgasm poured into my mouth. In fact, to
increase his pleasure, he started the action by grabbing my left hand.  He
wanted me to stick my middle finger up his ass while I jacked him.

Andy had learned much about male sex during the summer months and
his mouth was as ready as mine had been. When Joe came so did I and
Andy swallowed.  We put ourselves together and tucked our cocks back in
place, left and got back onto the westbound freeway entrance without
being caught.

I waited for Joe to lean forward over the back of my seat and tell me that
he'd told me it would be safe to do it but he didn't.

I'd no sooner than got up to the speed limit than Andy reached over, took
hold of my right hand, moved it off the steering wheel, leaned over and
sniffed it.

A little surprised, I asked, "What are you doing, Andy?"

"Seeing if I can smell cock on your hand."

It made me want to smile. He was getting as weird as Joe and I.

I had made reservations before leaving McCray and that night at the Hotel
in Boulder, we showered after we'd checked in, drained the six pack I'd
had in a small cooler and watched TV before driving down to find a place
the boys fancied eating in the Pearl Street Mall.  We stopped at a liquor
store on the way home to pick up some more beer.  I was going to have to
get a buss on if I was going to lose sufficient inhibitions to fuck Joe with
Andy looking on.

When it came time to do the deed, Joe helped by treating me to an extra
amount of cuddling, kissing and other foreplay, succeeding in getting me
to the point of no return. As I lubed Joe and he, in return, lubed me,
Andy's eyes about popped out of his head.  With Joe on his back, legs
over my shoulders and his hands spreading his ass cheeks, I started and
Andy got to where he had a close up view and started giving us a play by
play description:

"Oh God, it's going in, the head of it's in.  It's just sliding in.  It's
all the way
in."

When I started fucking Joe, Andy hollered,  "Jesus, his balls are really
banging your ass, Joey."

Then he wrapped a thumb and forefinger around the top of my shaft and
cupped his palm to rest on my butt so his hand was following my strokes.

Joe and I were so engrossed in our sex, Andy's presence didn't seem to
be too much of an intrusion after all.  After I'd climaxed, I rolled off Joe
and
moved a little away form him and told Andy to get in between us and on
his back.  Joey threw a leg over him, as did I.  Joe kissed him on one side
of his face I kissed him on the other. God, he was hotter than either of us
had been, I began humping him so I could rub my still slippery cock all
over his thigh.

As sometimes happens, Joe's cock had gone limp as I fucked him. It was
now hard; he was rubbing it across Andy's other thigh.  It was too much
for him; he began spewing his hot cock juice in a stream across Andy's
stomach.

Andy's body responded with jerking violently and with each jerk his cock
sent another volley of his love juice arching into the air.  Joe and I
returned
to kissing him.

I removed my leg so I could better see his crotch. I had never seen his
cock so big, so swollen, so inflamed looking and his cockhead so
enlarged, so sore and tender looking.  The poor kid must have developed
the mother of all hardons during his voyeuristic activity.

I guess we'd done him in.  I hoped so, at least for a while.  But I knew he
and Joey, as Andy had called him, would soon be hatching up another
scheme that would require my participation.  Not that I really minded, but I
was curious as to what it would be.

Andy finally broke the silence and said, "Thanks guys, that just had to be
the most. I love you both so much."

I responded with, "We love you, too, Andy."

The next conscious moment I had was when I opened my eyes, looked at
the digital clock on the nightstand and saw it was 11:00.  I wondered it
was PM or AM until I saw light filtering down between the pleats of the
window drapes.  Shit, we'd slept the morning away.

Joe had showered first, Andy was in the bathroom now, and I was pouring
a cup of coffee out of the small coffee maker supplied by the hotel.  "Joe I
think I should tell you something.  If you and Andy are now planning on
asking me if I'd fuck Andy, don't bother.  The answer is no."

"Why?"
"Joe, think about it.  I never even as much as tried to fuck you until it
came
out that John had been fucking you when you told me about his molesting
you."

"If Andy's never been fucked, my cock is too big to start him out, and so is
yours for that matter."

"OK.  Well, we weren't planning on asking you in the first place."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that before I started?"

"I just wanted to see how angry you'd get.  I love to hear you talk when
you're angry."

He grabbed me by the cock and damn near made me spill my coffee,
"Besides, I'd be jealous if you fucked anyone other than me."

After breakfast we found a parking space on the University Campus and
took a walking tour.  The boys were both impressed, as they should be, it
is a beautiful campus.  Summer school was still in session, so the Student
Union was open and in full swing.  I think it impressed the boys more than
anything else with the size of its cafeteria and all the recreation
facilities.
Then we drove by where I'd lived.  They couldn't figure out why I'd lived
off
campus.  They thought the tower dormitories would have been more
exciting.

We still had enough time to go the long way to Estes Park, via Loveland
and Big Thompson Canyon, which was a 2 lane highway that ran beside a
stream and through a canyon. In a way it was similar to a deeper canyon
in the southern part of Colorado called the Royal Gorge, which had a
creek and a railroad running thorough it.  Instead of a motel for our stay
in
The Rocky Mountain Park, I'd called Mrs. Whitman and luckily she had a
cabin for two days.  Morgan and I often spent weekends up there, weather
permitting.  They weren't winterized.

First we walked around Estes Park Village, bought some beer, hotdogs,
buns, beans and potato chips plus some ice cream for dinner and returned
to the cabin, hiked up a path between huge boulders that were located
behind the cabin, sat at the summit, drinking beer, and watched the sun
disappear behind the mountains.

After we'd eaten we sat on the front steps, drank another round of beers
and went to bed – the TV reception was lousy.

There were two double beds on the balcony and a single one in the living
room that also served as a couch.  I told the boys that I just couldn't take
3
to a bed in a double bed – it was crowded enough in a queen size bed.  I
stripped back the other bed; it had no sheets or pillow case covers.  I had
made a reservation for 3 so I went back down to the living room and the
single bed was made up.  I was too tired to argue about the situation, so I
just accepted it and called up to the balcony, "Don't mess around too late
up there, I'll be getting you up before daylight."

"What for?"

"It's a surprise."

When I woke them up, it was an unpleasant surprise as far as they were
concerned, but I made them wrap blankets around themselves, I took a
blanket with me, a thermos and 3 mugs. We began the day sitting in the
dark on the outside stairs.

I wrapped myself in my blanket, squeezed in between them and poured
the coffee.

Joe complained, "Now that we're sitting outside on the stairs in the dark,
wrapped in blankets and drinking coffee, what's the surprise, or is this
it?"

"Remember when we climbed the path behind the cabin yesterday and I
pointed out Longs Peak?"  I pointed in the general direction of the peak
and told them that they'd see the surprise within 3 minutes without my
telling them what it was.

When it began to slowly take place, the east, vertical, rock face of the
14,200 ft. peak, on the eastern edge of the Rocky Mountains, was turning
a bright pink color from the sun rising above the horizon in the area of
Nebraska and Kansas.

They wanted to know what was happening.  I told them, that due to the
curvature of the earth that the peak was catching the first rays of the sun
coming up in the east hundreds of miles before it would be seen from the
eastern prairie of Colorado but Longs Peak was so high that it's east face
caught the first rays.

They both said "Thanks" and moved to lean on my shoulders.

The phenomena took at least five minutes to complete before the land
around the cabin began to take on a dark purple hue and become visible.

Andy said, "Its almost a spiritual experience.  Thanks for making us get up
early, Rick."

"I've seen it before and I wanted you both to experience it, so some day in
the distant future you might look back one day and remember it and the
week we're spending together and remember me as a good guy, not just
an adult who had sex with you at an age when you were so young I
shouldn't have been having sex with you."

"Rich, you needn't worried about that.  Joe and I both know we started it.
Joe's dad died and I only get to see my dad on weekends, his job requires
a lot of traveling.  We both needed a big brother figure and you've been
the best."

Joe added, "And besides, Rick, it may have started as sex, but it soon
became love making - even the masturbation part. I love you and I need
your love."

Andy said only, "Ditto to everything Joe said!  He only omitted one thing.
He and I think of each other as brothers, too."  They wrapped their arms
around me and kissed me.  We sat that way, motionless until it turned
daylight.

We started the day looking at some of the mountain lakes and other
attractions around Estes Park and then took off over Trail Ridge Road,
which snakes it way up above timberline to an elevation of over 12,000
feet and then snakes itself back down to a small town called Grand Lake.
There is a lake there, as well as the world's highest yachting club.  The
boys were surprised to learn that the road was only open from Memorial
Day to Labor Day because during the winter it accumulated a snowfall of
12 or 14 feet.

We stayed in a motel by the lake and started off for Denver the next
morning stopping at Silver Plume to take a tour through the mine and then
the narrow gage train ride across the Georgetown Loop to the old town of
Georgetown.  We hit Denver during the rush hour and I scooted around
downtown and found a motel along Colorado Blvd. To be in position for an
easy getaway the morning we started back to Mc Cray.

It was now Thursday the 18th.  Friday we went down to Colorado Springs
and back, then spent Saturday and Sunday in Denver, which it turned out
that they hadn't quite "seen that and done that".  Cities are a little
harder to
stay current with than a small town like Mc Cray.

Sunday was our last day and in the evening Carol called, asking how we
all were and wanting to confirm that the 29th was still OK for arrival of
the
moving van.  It was also that evening that conversation from the boys
returned to my fucking Andy.


Joe and I had become very attuned to each other in more than sex.  It's
almost safe to say that we were like open books to each other and he
recognized I was getting disturbed when the proposal resurfaced and after
a few minutes he gave up and just asked, "Why not?"

"Because I was not the first man to do you.  I might well hurt Andy as you
might remember back to your first time.  It could be far less than pleasure
for him.  I'm not ruling out later on after he's had some preparation. So,
why don't you two dream up something else for tonight?"

They did, after searching for something we'd never done before.  The
three of us got on our haunches, in a triangle, knees touching and each
with his left arm around the person to his left and we all jacked off.

It seems a simple thing just reading, but the three of us were naked,
embracing each other, and were excited by looking at two other hard dicks
being worked over as we jacked off.  It was a nice prelude to jumping into
bed and sleeping, spooned together.

We all slept well, even Andy; in fact he probably slept better still being a
virgin than he would have otherwise.

It is now September 13th as I finish this story.

We arrived home safely.  I helped Carol and Joey unpack and they are
now settled in their house.  Carol is more than pleased at the result of
Joe's and my clean-up, fix-up efforts, which is all the payment I could
want.  Carol has rented her apartment.

School has started.  Joe's fears about our not seeing enough of each
other after school started didn't materialize.  Both he and Andy, who had
never had much access to a computer before, are now using mine in the
evenings to do a portion of their homework.

Joe and I are back into our morning jogging; boosting it up to every day
now and Andy has joined us.

And, something none us ever anticipated.  Both boys have a sleep over at
my house about every two weeks.

Now I have to reconsider whether I'll move on next summer or stay here at
least until Joe and Andy graduate.

THANKS FOR READING THIS STORY.  SORRY I HAVE BEEN SO
LONG IN POSTING CHAPTER 3.  I LIFTED SOMETHING TOO HEAVY
AND PUT MY BACK OUT.

THE END