Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2006 16:26:30 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: LOTSA LUCK IN ARIZONA - 2

(I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO LONG IN CONTINUING THIS STORY.  I HAVE
HAD A FEW, MINOR HEALTH PROBLEMS AND AN OUT OF TOWN TRIP.  IF
YOU WANT TO READ CHAPTER ONE IT IS UNDER JOE FARRIN IN
PROLIFIC AUTHORS.)

	Billy Ray was exhausted far beyond what our sex together exhausted
him.  As he said, the motel in Vicksburg was the first bed he slept in for
a long time.  This became apparent by how late he slept in the mornings,
sometimes even to noon.  I woke up early because I had to take Sparky out
on a leash; he got into trouble if I didn't – cactus, hot patio surfaces,
etc.

	I'd go back to bed and prop myself up on a pillow and just look at
Billy Ray.  I couldn't believe he was in my bed, let alone the fact that he
thought he loved me.  Our ages were so different.  I was so ordinary and he
was so very, very special – thin, pale complexion, smooth skin, big nipples
and a big, uncut cock that kept doing things even in his sleep as though it
was responding to his dreams.

	I'd yield to temptation, reach over and ever so slowly and
carefully skin back his foreskin so I could see his cockhead.  God but I
loved the kid, but I didn't out and out press him after he said he thought
he loved me. I sure didn't want him to say he did if he didn't.  I just
prayed that someday he would know he did and tell me of his own accord.

	After I'd skin his foreskin back, he'd get semi erect and my cock
would jerk with sexual arousal from just looking at him.  I'd feel guilty,
get up, turn on the coffee maker, shower, go to the study and check my
computer for e-mail – read the big stories of the day on MSN, get a hard-on
and get back in bed to start the cycle all over.

	As I said, he was so beautiful.  I loved to just look at his
nakedness.

	Then one morning a few weeks later, he woke very early with a
toothache.  Gary, in his passion for detail, had left me the names of all
his doctors, including a dentist by the name of Frank Allison, who's
receptionist cancelled an appointment to get Billy Ray in before noon when
I explained why I'd called and my relationship to Gary.

	Frank x-rayed Billy's mouth, found the cavity, put in a temporary
filling and made another appointment for a permanent filling.  Additionally
he was given Tuesday and Thursday appointments for the next two months –
Frank was the first Dentist he'd ever been to and his teeth were a mess,
despite their perfect appearance when he smiled.

	This led me to suspect he'd never had a physical exam either, so we
remedied that.

	The next significant happening was through the straight roommate of
one of the Arizona State University's male escorts on the list Gary
compiled for me.  The Roommate, Paul, came Wednesday afternoons and eight
hours on Saturday, as a private tutor.  He tested Billy and took off from
there.  I was impressed and within two months could see small improvements
in Billy – his response to TV news broadcasts and, believe it or not, even
his vocabulary.  He was a beauty but, for his future good, he needed more
educational opportunities thrown his way than had heretofore occurred.

	Less significant, but more fun, we shopped upscale shopping malls
in Scottsdale and Gary ended up with a lot of new shoes, underwear,
clothing and a haircut of his choice – shorter than what he had, but as I
said – his choice.

	At the end of two months, the dental appointments came to an end
and Paul wanted to take off two weeks before the Fall Term.

	By coincidence, or nor, Billy asked if we could go to Arkansas for
a few days.

	That was understandable.  He was a young, teenager, his first time
away from home and, although he didn't say so, probably homesick despite
the fact that he and I had both talked to his mother on the phone and she
had sent me his birth certificate and school records.  Speaking of school
records, Paul, his tutor, suggested starting Billy Ray back in school after
New Years, as he wanted to get him a little more ready – he'd made a lot of
progress but would feel more comfortable going to a new school for the
first time if he had a little more time with him, and come September, he'd
have fewer classes and more free time to spend with him.

	Billy and I discussed it.  I didn't want to board Sparky in a
kennel.  His experience after Gary died had been traumatic for him, he'd
recovered and I didn't want to put him through it again.  So, we drove the
pickup, crowded as it was.  How Billy had found his way to Vicksburg,
Arizona, I'll never know.  He hadn't a clue on how to get back home.  His
hometown was not incorporated, too small to merit even a flyspeck on the
map, but he knew the county seat and we found it from there.  Once we found
it, Billy didn't want to go out to the farm, called his mom and she and his
older brother met us in front of the one and only grocery store on the main
drag (actually the one and only drag) in town.

We went to a truck stop, coffee shop and had a three-hour visit.  Before we
finished, during an interval when the older brother went to the toilet on
the side of the building, I told his mother I'd like to establish an
account in the bank in her name to use in an emergencies.  She hesitated,
but Billy pleaded with her and she finally relented.  I told her I'd do it
as soon as I got back to Arizona and the local banker would phone her and
then give her the details.

We'd intended to stay a couple of days, but Billy was uncomfortable once we
got there.  We stayed at the one and only motel – cabin camp, mom and pop
variety with a total of ten rooms – indoor plumbing and noisy,
air-conditioning units in the window.  After checking in, we went back to
the truck stop for an evening meal and picked up a 12 pack from the grocery
store.

An hour after we returned, Billy's friend Joey, the kid from the school
bus, the one Billy had described as ugly, knocked on the door.  They were
quite transparent, thrilled to see each other, but didn't quite know how to
handle it in my presence.  I offered Joey a beer, tossed Billy one, too,
and that eased the tension a bit.

Why Billy had described him as ugly, I'd never know.  He was now eighteen,
handsome as hell and black.  Maybe Billy thought I had a prejudice.  I sure
didn't.  In fact, Joey, bare-chested with no hair on it, in blue jeans and
rough, high topped, work shoes was a knockout.  His head was as close to
being shaved as it could be without being shaved, he had a cute face and
nice smile and he must not have had on underwear because his cock looked
aroused – I assumed from rubbing against his blue jeans.  He gave me one
hell of an instant erection.

To ease things a little more, I said, help yourselves to the beer, it's on
ice in the cooler.  I think I'll take Sparky for a walk; he's been kind of
cooped up today.  With the word "walk" Sparky went over and stood in front
of the dresser, where he'd seen me put his leash.  I walked toward the
grocery store and on to the truck stop at the other end of town.  The whole
town was just a line of small, commercial building, no houses and thus, no
dogs.  Sparky enjoyed it and had a good stiff every fifty feet, or so.
Little, short legged dogs are slow walkers, especially if they're sniffers,
too, and it was an hour and a half before we got back.

When I entered the room, both of them had very large, visible erections
showing through their pants.  It was obvious they'd been at least into the
preliminaries of a male sexual act.  There were two beds. Sparky jumped on
the one the boys were not sitting on.  I got a beer out of the cooler and
sat down opposite them on the bed Sparky was on.

Joey started out, "Mr. Lourdes" – I responded with, "Richard, please."

He started over, "Richard, thanks for giving us some time alone.  We didn't
do anything, by the way, but we both have something we want to talk to you
about.  Billy Ray wanted me to go first, so here's my contribution: Billy
Ray says you know our story about the school bus, my fucking him before I'd
let him suck my cock.  Tonight I learned that I'd left Billy Ray with a
false impression.
  The girl I was messing around with, finger fucking and letting her jack
me off was because she was paying me.  She meant nothing to me.  I'm black.
If I'd been serious, there was no way it could end except in
disappointment.  I'm sorry I left Billy Ray with that impression.  It's
bothered him, I found out tonight.  Then Billy Ray wanted me to fuck him
while you were gone, but he also said you were a very kind and generous
man, so I told him we should wait until you got back and we could all do
something together that we'd all enjoy."

Billy Ray's contribution was much smaller, "Richard, can we take Joey home
with us?  He's in trouble."

I was caught by surprise, intrigued, and at a loss to know how to respond.

"What do you mean, in trouble?"

Joey picked up on the conversation again, and said, "The girl I'd been
fooling around with is pregnant.  She doesn't like the guy that she let
fuck her, so she wants me to marry her."

I said, "And?"

"Richard, this is Arkansas.  Arkansas is the South.  If she tells the
sheriff I got her pregnant, he won't come see me, talk to me or let me
explain.  I'll be put in prison on trumped of charges and evidence
immediately."

Right or wrong, I believed him.  "Give me time to think a minute.  How did
you know we were here tonight?"

"Billy phoned me from wherever you were staying last night."

"Did anyone see you come in here this evening?"

"No, I walked all the way from home."

"Billy Ray, what information did you give the motel owner when I sent you
to register while I walked Sparky?"

"Nothing, he asked if you were visiting me and I gave him money for three
nights.  He said he knew where to find us if he needed to.  I'm not too
sure he even knew I would be staying the night.  He didn't even ask for ID
or a home address."

"Is there a light on in the office?"

Joey looked out the door and said, "No, it was all dark.  They've gone to
bed.  They have little or no business here."

It seemed that there was no way the sheriff could connect Joey to Billy Ray
and me

I couldn't disappoint Billy and I didn't want to see Joey in trouble, so I
said, lets load the back of the pickup very quietly and get out of here as
quick as we can."

I asked Joey, before pulling out on the main drag, "Which way is
Springfield, Missouri?  It was the closest, big town outside Arkansas that
I could think of."

He pointed to the right.  Three hours later we ended up in the first motel
in Springfield with a vacancy sign – a Motel Sex – quite a luxurious
accommodation in comparison to the one we'd just vacated so hastily.

We talked enough on the way to get all horned up and Billy Ray's constant
groping of our baskets didn't help the matter.  Once we'd unloaded our
luggage, Joey took off his shoes, socks and blue jeans – the only items he
was wearing.

"Shit, Billy and Richard, I don't know what to do.  You guys decide."

Billy gave in to me and I sucked up Joey's black cock that was within
inches of my face.  It wasn't, by far, the first cock I'd ever sucked, but
there was no doubt that it was rapidly developing into the biggest one.  I
was surprised that, in contract to Billy's, it was cut and had a big, pink
cockhead, with a quarter inch piss slit that was staring at me, waiting to
be taken into my cocksucker's mouth.

Billy had his face as close as he could get it to the action that was about
to take place.  He reached down and grabbed my erection.  I removed it. I
wanted some quality time on this cock all to myself. Kind and generous or
not, I'd earned the first turn on this black beauty. And Joey meant
business, too. He put a hand on each side of my head and pulled it toward
him.  I opened my mouth, felt his pubic hairs tickling my lips and started
orally fucking him off.

In my peripheral vision, I saw him wrap his hand around Billy's erection
and start jacking him off.  It was a just few minutes until his black cock
got super hard and enlarged along his urethra canal and his sperm, the
power of his penis flowed, flooded into my mouth.  Billy shot on my cheek
and I shot all over the carpet.

We all kissed and I could see Billy was about to collapse, I yanked back
the sheet on one of the beds, he fell into it, I covered him with a sheet
and a blanket.  Sparky jumped up and curled up to his back.

Joey left the bathroom door open a crack for light, checked that the door
was locked, pulled back the covers on the second bed and we curled up
facing each other.

"Thanks for everything you did tonight, Richard. I don't know how I'll ever
repay you."

"Just give me that cock now and then and I'll be happy."

"No problem.  You give a fantastic blow job."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"You're the first cocksucker that ever made my dick feel l like I was
getting a fuck."

(ALL RESPONSES TO THIS STORY WILL BE APPRECIATED AND ANSWERED.)