Date: Sat, 08 Nov 2003 17:29:11 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 7

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PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 7

I know!  I know! I told you Part 7 would be about Reverend Robert Becker
and Robbie's initial appearance at the club, but I want to digress for a
minute to tell you something totally unrelated to the story that happened
because Kurt and Nate thought it was amusing.

One night when Kurt and Nate were at the house, and we were shooting the
shit while playing pool, Nate asked me if Gale Madsen (an elementary
teacher at school) had ever put the make on me.  I told him she hadn't.
Nate said. "Well you've just been lucky so far but she will."

"How did you get rid of her?"

"I just simply told her that I thought it would be inappropriate for two
faculty members, in such a small school and in such a small town, to have a
relationship."

"She's not so bad looking.  I bet she thought you were stuck up."  That
seemed to insult him.

"Well, I'm just not interested in women."

So, one day, shortly after that, I forgot to go by my P O Box on the way
home and didn't think of it until about 5:30, so I dashed down to the post
office to pick up my mail and ran into Gale.  I wasn't surprised, as I knew
she had a part time, after school, accounting job in the afternoons and all
day Saturdays.  Sure enough, she made her come on by asking me asking if we
could have dinner together some evening.  I told her that I was kind of new
at parenting and felt I owed Lee all my time and attention, so I didn't
think I should.  It wasn't what she asked as much as the way she stood that
made it obvious what she wanted.  If she had stood any closer she would
have been standing on my shoes.  She left the post office lobby before I
did, as I always stop to throw the junk mail in the trash can, so it won't
accumulate for weeks on top of my desk.

And, this is the absolute truth - I was nearly to my car when this young,
not very tall but really thin, Mexican boy with a backpack approached me
and out-and-out asked me, with no hesitation, if I knew where he could get
some pussy "in this town".  I motioned him over to the car and I sat with
my feet out the door and asked him where he was from.  He lived in Texas,
had been visiting a sister in Nebraska and was hitchhiking home.  When I
questioned him some more he explained it was easier to get rides on the two-
lane highways than it was on the freeways.  He'd been so direct with me; I
decided I'd be the same way with him.  I grabbed his dick through his
jeans.  It was quite large for his overall size and I asked him if he was
horny.  He answered that he really needed to get some sex. I asked if he
liked to get sucked and he replied, "Sometimes".

"Is this one of those times?"

"Do you have a place to go?"

"Get in the car."  His name was Frankie.  I took him home and told Lee what
the deal was.  He ate supper with us, Lee and I both took a turn hanging on
his dick, which was 7", cut, and, like some black guys, his brown shaft was
capped with a beautiful, pink cockhead.  He really did need to get and it
happened quickly.  I told him he could spend the night as we had extra
bedrooms.


We spent most of the evening playing pool.  He turned out not to be as
young as I had estimated.  He was 22 years old.  When I found that out, an
idea popped into my mind, which I explained to Frankie and Lee.

I think I just might know where you could get laid (thinking of Gale
Madsen).  He'd have to hang around until tomorrow evening and if it didn't
work out he could spend another night with us.  He was all for it.  He was
horny, again, when morning rolled around so Lee and I again took turns at
sucking his big dick for him.

We just made it to the post office in time.  Gale was a little early.  I
parked on the passenger side of her car and Frankie was ready to approach
her when she came out.  I had coached him on what to do.  "Ask her the same
thing you asked me.  Ask her if she wants to see it before she decides.  If
she seems frightened, tell her that I told you to ask her."  Well, Gale was
comfortable with him; she knew I was parked adjacent to her car if
something went wrong.  She, did the exact same thing that I had done,
opened her car door, threw her purse and mail on the passenger seat, and
sat with her legs out the door, motioned Frankie to move in close and by
her motions I could tell the bitch was masturbating him, probably just
enough to see how big he got.  He, then, opened the rear door on her side,
threw his backpack on the back seat, came around and got in the front,
passenger door.  As she backed out, Frankie put the forefinger of his right
hand onto the tip of his thumb and gave me the OK sign.  Gale smiled and
waved.   Damn, I felt like cupid!  I bet she was riding Frankie's seven
inches the minute they were inside her door, probably didn't even make it
to bed.

As soon as I got home I called Kurt and Nate; they decided to come over and
have a drink so I could tell them face to face.  They really chuckled at
the episode.  Lee was amused, too, but said he had been scared shitless all
the time I was gone; he was afraid I was getting myself into trouble.  Kurt
and Lee decided to eat with us and play some pool or watch a porno film.
Kurt had about half of his films at our house.

To close the story, Frankie was around town for almost a month.  We'd see
Gale and him in restaurants occasionally.  Guess she was getting the
fucking she wanted and he evidently liked servicing her cunt.

I hope you liked my digression from the main story.  Anyway, I've got it
out of my system now, so I'll get on with what I promised you.

As we left the house I told Lee I guess our agreement applied to club
meetings.  No letting anybody in his ass and I couldn't fuck anyone.

Robert and Robbie rode with us.  If they sensed we were going to the
Andersons, they didn't react.  Mark was at the gate, closed it after he let
us in and rode down to the lodge with us.  He did admirably well, if indeed
he was even shocked.  He just said, "Hi Reverend Becker and Robbie.  I'm
surprised to see you but at the same time I'm glad to see you."  I thanked
him later for his handling of the situation.  He did far better than some
of the others.

Mark disappeared into one of the bedrooms.  I immediately took note of and
liked the changes that had been made.  Only one half of the lodge was being
used, some of the lounge furniture had been moved from the area being
unused to the Lounge being used and several floor lamps and table lamps,
with low wattage bulbs had been added.  They gave a pleasing illumination
and a nice atmosphere to the Lounge.  As, of course, did the roaring fire
in the fireplace.  The unused half was in darkness.


Robert, Robbie, Lee and I undressed and hung our clothes up.  Robbie seemed
comfortable with the situation, as far as I could tell, but Robert was
nervous.

I had the four of us line up, Robert and I together, with Lee on the other
side of Robert and Robbie on the other side of me.  We all held hands.
Robert squeezed my hand rather than holding it.  I told him everything
would be OK, only the beginning might be a little rough - it had been for
Lee and me our first time.

When everyone entered the room and saw Reverend Becker, they weren't
shocked; they were absolutely stunned.  They could not have been more
stunned if I had been standing there with my arms around a naked Bill
Clinton on one side and a naked George W. Bush on the other

I knew, without a mirror to look into, that I had a shit eating grin on my
face.  I had, in all innocence, pulled quite a dirty trick on them.

Lloyd Smith moved quickly to ease the tension.  He rushed right up to
Robert, embraced him in a long, tight hug, took his hand and pulled him out
in front of the line, turned and said to the others, "I want to grab the
privilege of being the first to warmly welcome Robert and Robbie to our
club.  We will all treasure you both as new members."

The ice had been broken.  The Anderson boys rushed up and all three of them
mobbed Robbie. Their enthusiasm and their chatter brought life to the room.
John Anderson was the first adult to regain his composure and he came
forward, followed by the others, to hug Robert and Robbie and welcome them.
I could have killed Paul Bradley; he might as well have been shaking hands
with the local banker, for all the warmth he displayed.  Of course, he
lowered his eyes to assess the size of Robert's substantial cock and was
probably hoping to get it in his ass as the first matter of business.

As I've told you before - Lee and I are extremely fond of Kurt and Nate.
They are two super guys and Kurt, in addition, is an absolute charmer.
Even before the initial chatter had died down, Kurt asked me what he could
do to get Robert going - make him feel welcome.  I told him I thought
Robert would love to suck his cock.  So Kurt took Robert by the hand, led
him to the table with the merchandise on it, picked up a cockring and put
it on his oversized dick, explaining to Robert why he was going to wear it
and explained what its function was, grabbed a bottle of poppers, explained
how they were used and took Robert to one of the leather couches near the
fireplace - each of them with a plastic cupful of Bourbon and water.  A few
minutes later, Kurt stood, legs spread apart, in front of Robert and
offered him his cock, which was the premier cock of the crowd, most
probably the premier cock of Solomon Hills and quite possibly one of the
premier cocks in Kansas.  And, as I can testify, he knows precisely what a
man's cock is for; he knows how to give and receive pleasure when he is
fucking ass or getting head.  And again, as I can also testify, Robert was
an accomplished cocksucker.

What I feel Kurt didn't realize was that he was changing the way the club
would function.  He and Robert having sex in the openness, in front of the
fire, was the beginning of the end for the guys finding dark corners,
locking themselves into toilet stalls and seeking semi-privacy for their
sexual encounters.  They were assembling quite a few on-lookers, most of
them jacking themselves as they watched.  They were showing the group that
they didn't mind doing it in front of other members - they were not ashamed
of what they were doing - they were defining the whole purpose of the club
- they were two men engaging in sexual intimacy - they were having warm,
tender and loving sex together and, at the same time, sharing the fun with
the group.


Kurt refrained from the sexy commentary he liked to use to during his sex
acts.  In fact, the whole scene was concluded without a single word being
spoken between them.  I had watched guys sucking cock at the club, but I
had never seen a cocksucker chow down on a big cock quite as eagerly as
Robert attacked Kurt's magnificent endowment.  When he climaxed, Kurt did
utter some unintelligible sounds of pleasure as his cock exploded and his
cum poured into Robert's mouth.

Kurt pulled Robert to his feet and dropped to his knees before him,
intending to go down on Robert  until Robert, too, reached his climax but
John Anderson intervened, asking him not to make Robert cum, he wanted
Robert to suck him while he was still so full of passion. As he had done
when he sucked my cock, Robert's cock began jerking and he had his
ejaculation while still sucking on John.  John was not far behind.  Kurt
then took control of the situation again, pulled Robert to a standing
position where the three of them embraced.  No body clapped, it would not
have been appropriate.

Kurt and Robert had not put on a performance.  Instead, they had let us
witness a very loving, intimate moment between two males.  They also erased
all doubt in anyone's mind that Robert and Robbie were suitable members.

Everyone remained in the Lounge, talking, deciding who would be their first
contact for the evening.  Lloyd Smith came over to me and asked if I wanted
a go at his.  He began kissing me and after a few minutes I practically
slithered down his body until his cock was right in front of my face.  I
took a really big hit from the brown bottle and started to suck his manhood
into the warm, wet recess of my mouth.  Lee had told me he had taken the
whole thing, but I think he lied or, at the least, had bragged.  It was a
difficult cock to suck.  I had told Lloyd I really wanted him, and I really
did want him, so I was going to take it or kill myself trying.  And, I damn
near did kill myself.  Those bent down cocks don't slide easily down your
throat.  You can get part of them down but they absolutely cut off your
breathing.  I concentrated on breathing through my nose and trying to
coordinate my breathing with my strokes, as I had, so all knowingly,
prescribed to Lee.  I met with limited success, I was able to get it pretty
far in but the down strokes had to be very momentary things.  Fortunately,
Lloyd was a quick shooter and it was soon over.  Unfortunately, he emptied
his balls when he was down my throat.  I gagged, tears filled my eyes, I
was almost ready to cry and as embarrassed as hell.

Lloyd dropped to his knees and embraced me.  Thank God, Lee was not one of
the on-lookers.

"Are you OK, Jase?"

"Yes, sorry, embarrassed, that's all."

"You have no reason to be embarrassed.  You gave me a wonderful blowjob.
You made me cum and I enjoyed it very much."

"Robbie told me he had taken the whole thing."

"Robbie told you that?  Well let me say something that might make you feel
better - no body has ever taken the whole thing.  I truly think that would
be impossible.  Next time, don't even try.  You can get me off by taking
far less than you attempted tonight.  Maybe you better get Robbie to
wondering.  Why don't you tell him you took the whole thing, too?"

"I think I'll do that, just for fun.  See how he reacts."


"By the way, I want to talk to you sometime soon about Charles' farm
properties; any suggestions for a convenient time and place?  Sorry to
mention it here but I didn't want to forget it."

"Sure, why don't you come over for dinner Friday, say 5 o'clock and we can
have a couple of Martinis before we eat."

"Sounds great, I'd like that."

We visited together for a while and I learned several, new things about the
Andersons.  It was John who footed the bill on the beer, liquor, cockrings,
poppers, condoms, cigarettes, joints, Viagra tablets and all of the other
goodies that were always on the table by the entry door and free to all
takers.  Another thing I learned was that Mark, the oldest son that I was
aware of was not the oldest.  He had two other brothers then there was a
gap before Mark appeared.  The two older boys were both in college, one
doing post graduate work and one was a junior.

After a few minutes Coach Bradley approached me.  He wanted us to go to one
of the bathrooms so I could fuck him as he leaned over a washbasin.  I told
him that since I had done that to him, Lee and I had made an agreement -
Lee wouldn't let anyone fuck him and I wouldn't fuck anyone but him.  I
guess that angered him or he was already angry and decided to vent it.

"Are you afraid the Reverend will see you fucking ass?  I don't know why
you brought him here."

"No, I'm not afraid.  That's bullshit; I just told you the reason.  As to
why I introduced him to the club, what's the matter with that?"

"It's kind of embarrassing."

"In what way?"

"He's the minister to most of the men here."

"I still don't understand."

"He's going to think I'm a homosexual."

"Pardon the French, Coach, but I think that's just pure crap.  You're
married and have children.  We all know you're not gay.  But, face it, you
do like men; otherwise you wouldn't be here.  Are you ashamed of being
bisexual?"

"I don't know.  I get confused about it at times."

"Well, Paul, you and I both damn well know we'll never have much luck
changing what we are.  So, my advice is not to try, just learn to accept it
and enjoy it.  After all you're kind of lucky. You have the best of both
worlds."

"Well, you're probably right."

"Paul, I realize it and I think you should, too; gays, lesbians, bisexuals,
walk on the edge of society.  In this small, rural community it's a rather
dangerous path to tread.


People like Lloyd, a respected attorney, you and I as teachers of the
children of the community and now Robert should be really thankful that
this club provides us with a safe haven to play out our sexual desires, to
satisfy our sexual lust."

"Thanks Jase.  You're right; not just partially right.  You're not angry at
me, are you?"

"Anytime, Paul; we're friends and friends should be able to talk with each
other, anytime on any subject.  OK?"

Nate was picking up a cigarette from the supply table. He caught my eye,
held another cigarette up toward me.  I knew he wanted to have a cigarette
break with me, so I gave him the nod.  Jesus, it was my night to be a
counselor.  After a few minutes of chit chat, Nate led me into one of the
bedrooms and into the subject he wanted to talk about.  Sitting, side by
side, on one of the beds, Nate began by asking me if I was happy in Solomon
Hills.  I knew before the conversation ended it was going to get intimate,
and I didn't want to turn him off so I told him about my relationship with
Lee when he asked.

"Honestly, Nate, I came here to settle my grandma's estate.  I had no
intention of teaching here.  The day after I arrived, though, I had Lee mow
my lawn and things mushroomed from there.  At the time, I didn't even know
I was gay."

Nate remarked that he didn't realize that despite all the time he and Kurt
spend with Lee and me.

"I sure as hell wasn't attracted to boys, but something clicked between us.
I ended up with my first teaching job here, because I wanted to be close to
Lee.  Never did I dream though that things would turn out as they did."  I
told him about Ogallala, Charles cornering me a few days later and wanting
me to adopt Lee.  How Charles had been a long time neighbor and friend of
my grandma and also knew me from my frequent visits here.  The outcome
being that within 3 months of coming here, Lee was my adopted son and
lover.  Both of us are happy, both of us are in love.  I never knew it was
possible for a person to love another person as totally as I love Lee. Yes,
I am extremely happy."  Then, I asked him, "Aren't you happy here, Nate?"

"I'd be telling a lie if I said I wasn't.  In many ways I am.  In a few
ways I sometimes feel disturbed."

"Let me guess, Nate, you're jealous of Kurt?  Well, to a degree Lee is
jealous of me.  But, a little jealousy can be a good thing, just so it
doesn't get out of bounds."

He surprised me by asking, "Has Kurt ever fucked you?"  I saw no point in
lying; for that matter Kurt might have already told him, so I told him he
had, told him when, the circumstances - how both of us were lonely, had to
much to drink and how Kurt had seduced me.  Second surprise, he laughed.

"It wouldn't have mattered that you were alone in the dark; Kurt could talk
you into dropping your pants and bending over in the middle of a busy
freeway if he decided he needed to fuck you."

I thought of Kurt's "keep them well fucked and you can mess around all you
want to" conversation.  And that led to my next question.

"He takes care of you, doesn't he?"

"You better believe it.  He has that big dick up my ass twice a day or
more.  I don't think any man in the world is better fucked than I am.  He
has to be the most horned up man alive."


So what's your complaint?"

"That's all he does.  He doesn't suck me, doesn't want me to suck him.
It's limited to his fucking me."

"Doesn't he kiss you?"  (I knew damn well he was as much a master at the
game of kissing as he was at fucking.)

"God yes; he can practically make you cum the way he kisses." (That was the
truth.)

"Nate, I'm tempted to tell you that I think you're damn lucky; as lucky as
I am.  Say, for sake of the conversation, you had ended up teaching in
Omaha instead of Solomon Hills.  You know what you'd be doing right now,
this very minute.  You'd be sitting in some gay bar, drinking a little too
much, praying you'd get lucky and connect with some guy as you occasionally
did.  Always one night stands, sex but no love, and never satisfying for
any length of time."

Also for the sake of the conversation; suppose I had come here, but no Lee
had come into the picture, well, I'll tell you, Nate, I'd be trying my best
to take Kurt away from you.  Face it, he's magnificently hung,
breathtakingly handsome in body and face and has a killer personality.  Why
don't you   just settle down and count your blessings?"

"I guess my real problem is that I'm afraid I'll lose him."

"That's always a concern between two adults in love, especially gays
because it seems our nature is to be promiscuous.  And, shit, who am I to
be giving you advice, but I think it is human nature that nobody wants to
be a prisoner, of any kind or degree.  So, I'd suggest that you not pull
the reins too tight in any attempt to keep him.  A guy with a dick like
Kurt's probably attracts gays and women like a magnet.  So, learn to accept
some of that.  If he keeps coming home and keeps plowing your love hole
with that big dick, you're still the lucky one. You're the one he comes
home to and lives with.  You're the one that sleeps with him all night.
Personally, I don't think he's messing around, though.

"What makes you think that?"

"Kurt told me he'd fucked every girl in his high school and then decided
men were what he really wanted.  That eliminates women, or so I'd guess.
He came here after high school and a few years of on-the-job-training with
a carpenter.  He's not widely acquainted here, so tell me - just what men
would he be fucking in this small town?  None of the crowd that hangs out
in the pool hall with him would appeal to Kurt.  Then, you guys spend a lot
of evenings with Lee and me.  I've never called you at night and heard you
say Kurt wasn't there.  And, I'm about to shut up but I thought of a
roommate I had in college. He had an older brother and one girl he was
dating started getting a little kinky with him - clipping clothes pins on
his nipples and his scrotum, fucking his ass with dildos and vibrators,
tying him up, fucking in front of the TV while watching porn.  My roommate
said his brother had never been into that kind of stuff before but his
girlfriend got him to the point he was wild about it.  Guess you never
know.  Why don't you gradually guide Kurt toward something like that? Who
knows?  What could you lose?  If he submits to being tied up you'll he
likes being submissive at time - suck him or shove your dick in his mouth."

Nate said he was glad I had talked to him so for so long and he was sorry
he had brought it up at the club.  It just seemed like a good time because
Kurt wasn't around.  I told him he wasn't getting my advice free; I'd been
checking him out and he was going to pay a consultation fee.


He said he had one more question.  "I wonder why Kurt was so eager to let
Robert suck his cock."
"Because he asked what he could do to make Robert feel welcome and I told
him I thought that Robert would very much like to give him a blowjob."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, next to each other, we had both developed
hard cocks.

Nate had a very nice 5-1/2 to 6" piece of fuck flesh and truly large, great
looking balls.  He said Kurt didn't suck him, we had both erected looking
at each other, so I looked him in the eyes and said, "Stand up; I want to
suck your dick."

I loved it.  His dick was long enough and fat enough to be satisfying and
yet small enough that you felt you could do a good job sucking it.  That
always seemed important to me; a sexual experience should be a two way
street when it comes to satisfaction.  Neither of us used poppers, Nate
lovingly ran his fingers through my hair, bent over several time and kissed
me on top of my head; my mouth became very wet with my saliva and it made
his cock very slippery.  I noticed, as Robert had remarked, the act of cock
sucking did make a noise and it was an exciting, slurpy, swishy sound.  I
pulled off several times and looked up at Nate's eyes.  He was looking
down, evidently enjoying watching his cock being sucked.  I don't know for
sure if big balls shoot a greater quantity of cum than small balls but his
load was overly generous, warm and satisfying.  It was also my first one of
the evening.  He bent forward and hugged my head as he ejaculated, almost
as though the pleasure he felt in his release was excruciating for him.

When we had finished, we became aware that Matt and Mark Anderson were
watching us and, at the same time, playing with their cocks.  Boys are so
fucking hot!  Nate and I kissed each other, held hands for a few seconds
and Nate said.  "Thanks.  That was really great."

The boys wouldn't let me get up from my sitting position at the edge of the
bed.  Almost in unison they said, "Go down on us now, Teach."

Who could refuse such beautiful boys?  Not me!

Matt said to Mark, "Teach has already done you.  He's never done me, so I'm
first."  The boys were close enough together in age that there was no
noticeable difference in their cocks, both approaching Nate's in size.
Both with cocks sticking out from their bodies, erect with that exciting
hardness of boys not all that far beyond puberty, boys not interested in
girls but in constant quest of the unbounded joys obtainable through the
almost adult sized penises that hung between the legs of their  beautiful,
teenage bodies.

They were knowledgeable far beyond their years about sex - tutored by older
brothers and with the consent of their father, who, himself, after the
death of his wife, had found a new sexual preference in men. They were
special boys because of their tutoring.  They had been guided toward sex
malesen males and that was their passion. Their sex drives were constantly
in high gear, they had frequent sex between themselves and on club nights
they seemed to navigate toward adults.

No boys could have been more arousing.  I remembered back to Mark wanting
lessons in exploring the mouth as an alternative love hole and the fun I
had with him.  Their genitals were more than arousing - pale, silken
skinned tubes of cock flesh, unmarred by veins and capped with swollen
glans.  Boy cocks that had never been in a vagina and well might never be.
They were the perfect boys to excite an adult gay.  In their own way, they
had every bit as much penis power as Kurt.


There was no need to seduce them.  They had seduced themselves with their
own thoughts and, at the same time, had seduced me when I saw them standing
and fondling themselves as they watched me suck Nate's cock.  Both of them
had small balls.  I had detoured around Nate's balls; they were just too
big to cope with.  So, I began with Matt's balls, sucking them into my
mouth, reaching up and pinching his nipples, rubbing my hands up and down
his back and inserting a finger up his tight boy hole.  Matt was not only
exciting to suck, he was absolutely delicious.  In far too short a time, I
had over stimulated his penis  and his sweet, teen juices poured out from
the piss slit at the end of his cockhead and into my mouth - my second
taste of honey for the evening.

Mark, as you may have already guessed, was to be a different story.  As
usual he guided me into a prone position, knelt over me and fucked my
mouth.  By this time I was so fucking hot I could hardly stand it.  The
boys sensed that and Matt put his mouth over my cock.  He was able to take
a little more of it than Lee could.  Between the two of them, I really got
a going over what with getting my mouth fucked and my cock sucked at the
same time.  I told you they were knowledgeable about sex.

When Mark climaxed, I looked into his eyes.  I was surprised, pleased and
yet disturbed.  I thought I saw a little more in them than enjoyment of the
sex act.  Maybe I was mistaken.  I hoped so.  All I needed was to have him
become infatuated with me.

I had assumed, without have talked it over, that Lee and I might mimic the
military's `Don't ask - Don't tell policy' about our activities on club
nights, but Lee volunteered to tell me how Robbie and Robert had faired.
Evidently John had given Robert a good loving up, trying to get his big
dick up his ass.  Mark and Matt latched up with Robbie and Lee.  The first
half hour was taken up with Mark and matt fooling around with Robbie's
foreskin - the first one they had seen up close or touched; they then took
turns sucking him off.  When the Anderson boys left, Tristan appeared on
the scene.  He was the first black man Robbie had ever seen naked and both
boys ended up having oral sex with him.

Well, I started out to tell you what happened on Robert and Robbie's first
night.  Other than fixing Robert up with Kurt, I left him to his own
devices, as Kurt had done to me on my first night, so I can't give you
anymore details than I already have.

At home, up in the attic, all snuggled together and the last conversation
of the day began, or so I presumed, Lee told me that Tristan thought he had
a neat cock.

"I can see why, you do have a wonderful cock."

"So do you, Jase.  I love sleeping with you, holding it or feeling it
plastered against my ass cheeks. I don't think I could ever be happy
sleeping alone anymore.  I'll be glad when it's summer again and we can
sleep with only a sheet over us and I'll be able to look at you in the
mornings when I wake up before you do."

The little prick just wouldn't quit talking.  He went on taking about cocks
until he had me hot again, so damned hard and horny that I couldn't stand
it so I told him to roll over on his stomach.  I got the K-Y out of the
chest and slammed my cock into his love hole.  I was wound up. I really
plowed him; my passion obliterating all my usual concerns about being
gentle. I unloaded into his love box and collapsed on top of him.

We were exhausted, the fuck had consumed us both - we were two lifeless
bodies.


Finally, we went, together, to the Bathroom and cleaned each other up with
warm water and a washcloth.

"Damn, Jase, you really threw a mean fuck into me tonight."

"I'm sorry, Lee, you should have stopped me."

"Stop you hell!  I loved it.  I'm going to have to put a towel down on my
side of the bed.  You made me cream big time.  Jase, I love you so much.

Back in bed, Lee started again, "After all the sex you had tonight, you
still weren't satisfied; you still needed me, didn't you?"

"Yes baby, I did.  I always need you; I always will.  After all, you're my
sweet, sweet baby; my beautiful boy lover.  What would I do without you?
Before I knew you, I never had dreams or thoughts of someone like you.  I
didn't know someone like you could even exist.  But by a near miracle I
found you and now I can't leave you alone."

We hugged and kissed for a while until Lee threw a leg over me and an arm
around me, leaned his head close to mine. No two people could possibly be,
physically or emotionally, closer than Lee and I at this moment.  What I
hadn't told Lee was that I didn't deserve him.

Lee fell into a deep sleep; I could feel his warm, moist breath as he
exhaled  in rhythmical timing against my cheek.  I remained awake, thinking
of Lee but at the same time my mind wandering, back and forth, to thoughts
about Mark.  What a beautiful boy he was, how unique he was, having been
practically trained to arouse sexual desires in homosexual males. I
explored within my mind how it would feel to sink my whole 8 inches into
his hairless, Swedish boy pussy, how he would react.  I knew from his eyes
when he climaxed tonight that he had the hots for me.

God, how could I be thinking these thoughts?  Beside me, so close I could
feel him breathing, was a teenage boy, beautiful in face and in body and in
genitals, who not only administered to  my every sexual need or whim but a
boy who regularly poured out his heart, his innermost thoughts, to me
concerning his love for me.  He was a boy who I had both orally and anally
taken from him his virginity, his innocence, his boyhood.  I brought him,
through our sexual acts, not only into manhood but into the world of male
homosexuality.  I had led him, hand in hand into a world, as I had
described  to Coach Bradley, where you walk on the edge of  what society
considers normal - a world where risks are great but a world where unique
sexual pleasures abound that are no where else to be found.  Even though
the walk was on the edge of a very high cliff, it is a world, once
experienced, almost beyond escape as well as a world from which you would
have no desire to escape.  But, above all else, he was a boy who had been
placed into my trust to love and to care for; given to me by a loving
grandfather in the painful process of dying with Caner.

What an asshole I was!  Why were men's pricks always trying to rule their
brains?  I guess it was just one more example of the Power of the Penis.
Maybe that's why men sometimes called other men "pricks" when their
behavior was not up to standard.  But why did the penis think it was so
almighty?  It was as if it needed even more sex than its owner needed and
if the owner didn't provide sufficiently the penis tried to take over.
Maybe that's what started the whole business of jacking off.  I don't know
anything about cunts, but maybe they're the same way with their owners.

I couldn't seem to sort out all my weird emotions, but I did resolve that I
would not fuck Mark.


God knows I wanted to fuck him just as I had fucked Lee tonight and I
strongly felt he wanted me to. But Lee was as cute as Mark was, as hot as
Mark was and Lee was mine, mine as much as if we had entered into a
marriage vow to "love and behold".  I absolutely would not fuck Mark.
There must be some way around it.  I would have to figure it out later; I
was too tired now.

Finally my mind came to rest, allowing me to asleep.  In the morning, I
awoke before Lee - a rare occurrence.  I was lying on my back, in the same
position I had gone to sleep, and my 8 inches were totally hard and
straight up, making a visible tent, even in the bulky, down filled
comforter.

"Lee - wake up?"

"Huh?"

"Wake up?"

"Why?"

"Your playmate wants you to play with him."

I threw back the covers, I didn't need to ask him again; he had it in his
mouth within a few seconds."

When finished, he said, while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand:

"Thanks, that was so good.  Did you sleep OK?"

"With you beside me I slept OK.  But, as you said last night, I don't think
I could ever learn to sleep alone again.  But for now, get your ass out of
bed; we're on short time. We don't want to be late for school.  I have a
first period class."

TO BE CONTINUED

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