Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 13:39:13 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sligo

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BEYOND NOWHERE

Sligo!  Now, that's a hard sounding name for a town, isn't it?  I think it
is but maybe it's appropriate.  Sligo is best described as located beyond
nowhere.  To give you a reference point, though, in reading the story:
Sligo is on the high plains of northeastern Colorado and is west of a
valley town, Riverville, by 40 miles, plus or minus, but not in the same
county.  Sligo died on the vine, even before the branch line railroad was
abandoned.

Luckily we still have a school, and that's a miracle. (The county school
districts were consolidated but Sligo was so far from nowhere we kept our
own school or we would have needed to ride the school bus longer than state
law allowed.)  So, here we were, with our own small school, renovated
interior wise.  It was a 2-story brick building.  The high school was on
the top floor and the grade school was on the first floor.  Kindergarten
and first grade were in a separate, wood building.  A small gymnasium was
in a second, detached, frame building.  There was no cafeteria.  All in all
there were about 150 students, total.

Other Sligo structures remaining included: An unused grain elevator - a
boarded up bank, a Community Church and a small Catholic Church - a
Catholic rectory, a combination bar, liquor store and pool hall owned and
operated by Jake Olmstead and an adjacent hamburger joint operated by
Millie, Jake's wife.

I guess there were about a dozen small houses, too.  To visualize the
place, picture a town of about six square blocks, covered with prairie
glass, gravel streets, no streetlights, no sidewalks or curbs and gutters
and very few trees.  It was also located a mile south of the closest,
east-west state highway.

The community extended beyond the town and was settled about a hundred
years ago by people who took out government land grants.  They built houses
and barns and then sold out cheap; they had misjudged the annual rainfall
and it was dry land farming.

So, here I am, Joe Farren, the only child of Will and Catherine Farren,
living four miles west and two miles north of Sligo.  I am a freshman in
high school and like all the boys I eat at Millie's hamburger joint and
spend the rest of the noon hour in the pool hall.  (How could that be?
Well, Jake is a clever man.  He separated the liquor store and bar from the
pool hall with a wall that had an aluminum framed, glass door.)  That door
had to be the only new item in the whole town.  That door, I guess made it
legal as far as allowing minors in the pool hall - at least legal enough
that the county sheriff didn't give Jake too much shit.  To pass from the
pool hall into the bar, Jake had to buss you in.  The girls, by the way
were stuck with brown bagging their lunches.  Their parent wouldn't allow
them in the pool hall.  The kids could buy Cokes from a machine in the pool
hall.

Talking about the girls, they were, for the most part a sad tale.



This is not to say they weren't nice.  They were just overweight, farm
girls with no beauty salon to attend and clothes that were - well, on the
practical side would be a nice way to say it.  They didn't command much
attention from the boys except when one of them got the hornys and were
desperate for something to sink their dicks into.  After kids graduated
from high school they generally married the local girls, though.  Any girl
from out of the area had enough sense not to let herself get into this
beyond nowhere trap.

As for me I never sank my dick in any of them.  I just wasn't interested.
I had never heard the expressions "queer" or "gay", but I knew that I was
not like the other guys.  It worried me because I didn't know there were
other boys (not in Sligo, of course) that had similar feelings and that it
was OK to be different in the way you felt attracted to boys.  Sometimes I
thought I was created as a real misfit in the world and it was disturbing.

I really believe that country boys are the worst as far as their love to
talk and brag about their sex life (I didn't realize a good bit of it was
just talk).  They like coarse language full of obscenities.  Too, I am
certain that if the girls could hear what the boys were saying about them
they would never let the boys near them again.  The boys' version of the
situation was that they were all big cocked studs that could make the girls
scream with ecstasy when they were lucky enough to get fucked by one of
them.  Poor girls, the guys practically made insatiable whores out of them
according to the boys.

On the other hand, the few freshmen in high school, like me, that were on
the bashful side, who had no experiences to brag about and insufficient
knowledge to even concoct a lie, were the targets of ridicule by the upper
classmen.

You know what I mean: What's the matter Joe?  Afraid to try - got a dick
the size of a roll of Life-Savers, half eaten - the girls don't like you -
don't know how to do it, do you - maybe I should fuck you so you'll have a
clue?

The reason I thought that I was so dumb about the subject was that my
parents were real hold-outs on the subject of getting a computer - even a
family one, let alone one for me.  Being 15 years old I, of course, wanted
one so bad I could taste it.

But I had a secret lover - dreaming of him made life bearable.  His family
- the Burtons - had lived on the farm adjacent to ours for as long as I
could remember and a lot longer back than my memory stretched.  They had a
mob of children, all gone, except the youngest one, John, who still lived
on the farm and helped his dad.  Whereas I was a dirty blond, blue eyed and
skinny, John was almost the opposite - broad shoulders tapering immediately
to a trim waistline; he had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.

Unfortunately he was 21 years old.  He was always friendly but at the same
time, just sort of looked through me rather than at me, or so I thought.
Why would he be interested in me anyway - a 15 year old?  Then one night,
about 7 o'clock on a Friday evening a friend's dad had taken my friend and
me to the pool hall for a couple of hours.  Parents let their boys go
occasionally if their dad or a friend's dad supplied the ride.

I was putting in coins for my first Coke when John said:



Out late tonight, Joe, aren't you?

Not really.

Just kidding.  My parents went to Denver for the weekend.  Want to call you
folks and see if you could go to a movie with me in Riversville?  You can
stay over at my house because we'll be late when we get home.

I was so fucking nervous that I could hardly put coins in the pay phone and
punch in my home phone number.  Hurray, I was free to go!  John had his own
pickup truck and on the way to Riversville the conversation was friendly
with him leading me on with questions - What are you doing in 4-H (a farm
boys club)?  Going to the county fair- why don't we go together?  Would you
like to spend a weekend in Denver with me sometime?  I loved it!  I was
alone with my fantasy and he was asking me questions.  I was on my way to a
movie with him and was going to spend the night at his house.

John was really long legged, maybe that was the reason that he really
spread his legs wide apart in the theater.  In fact the leg next to my seat
touched my knee.  I liked that.  Later on it felt like he was trying to
spread them ever further apart - he was like putting pressure against my
knee.  I liked that even more.  I had no idea it was a signal, I just
thought it was nice.  It made me feel warm that he was touching me - kind
of horny, too.  We grabbed a bite at McDonalds and were on our way home.

I was just about to conquer my nervousness of being on a date with John,
when his questions turned more personal.  How you getting along with being
teased by all the self endowed, big cocked seniors?  I remember they really
got on my case when I was a freshman.  My main consolation was that I had
quite a good-sized dick when I was 15.  How about you?  You got a big one
for your age?  Come on Joe don't be bashful. How big is it?

Well, its about 5-1/2 inches.  I haven't measured it lately.

Oh, Joe!  I love that.  I measured mine when I was your age.  I think all
boys are anxious about their cock size.  I was about the same at your age
but it developed into a strong 7 inches.  I'm sure yours' will too.  In
fact, right now you're big for your age.

I hope so.

Shit, the wind has come up from the north.  I bet your door is drafty.
Take your seat bell off, we're about the only car on the road anyway, and
scoot over to the middle.  It will be warmer for you.  When I looked down
to disconnect the seat belt fastener I looked at John's lap.  His pants
were unzipped and his 7-inch cock was hanging out, clearly visible in the
dim light from the instrument panel.  Oh, my God, he was playing with
himself!  (Boing!!! Instant erection.)  I probably scooted a little beyond
the middle.
  Our legs were again touching.  I didn't know what to say but I kept
stealing glances.

Joe, do you like to jack-off every now and then?  Most guys do.

Yea, I do!




I do too.  Sometimes I like to play with myself when I'm driving.  Not to
make myself shoot a load; but you know, it just makes it feel good.  I see
you're watching me.  Do you like looking at my cock?

I really, really do.  It so hot seeing you play with it.

Have you ever done anything with another person?

You mean with a girl or with a boy?

Either.

No.

Would you like to.

I really would.  I've fantasized about it.

Do you want to play with my cock until we get home?  I couldn't drive and
play with your, but take it out and let me have one feel, anyway.  Oh,
that's nice, Joe, really nice.

Are you sure you won't mind, won't be angry with me if I play with you?

Joe, for Chirst's sake, I want you to play with it.  If you jack on it
though, take it easy.  If I say stop you stop.  Stop means rest a while and
then you can start doing it again.  I don't want either of us to cum
because I want to save that until we get home.

I was alive.  I knew it.  I could feel his warm semi-erect cock.  Yet I
felt as if I had died and Heaven had turned out to be a pick-up truck on a
lonely, dark road.

Are you OK with this, Joey?

No body ever called me Joey, before. I like it.  It sounds friendlier than
Joe.  Can I tell you something John?

Sure?

You won't laugh at me?

No way, just spit it out.

You have been sort of a secret love of mine for years.

Really?  Why haven't you ever said anything?  I find that very flattering.

I don't know.  I just couldn't.  I was afraid to; you never seemed to pay
any attention to me.



Joey, I've wanted to, believe me.  But I thought you were just too young.
Then, tonight you looked so sexy, I just had to break down and make a move
to at least get to know you better.

I'm glad you did.

Me too.  And look how fast things have progressed.  By the end of the
evening I think we will know each other very intimately.

I considered just feeling his big 7-inch, uncut cock was my first intimacy.
I was really taken with how big it was, how soft and warm it was to the
touch and yet so firm even in its semi-erect state.  And my second was when
he asked if I needed to take a piss.  I told him I could use one.  He
stopped right on the highway.  He didn't even pull over onto the shoulder
of the road.  He got out the driver's door and I jumped out the passenger
door.

Come over here, Joey.

He had his dick out but hadn't started his stream yet.

Let's piss together on the yellow line.

Why.

To celebrate tonight - the night we decided we had enough of being yellow
and decided to get involved with each other. (He was crazy!  I liked that.)
So we pissed while he sang a corny tune he had, no doubt, just made up:
"Here we are, pissing tonight.  Somehow, though, it seems so right.  Here
we are pissing on the yellow line.  Better, by far, than pissing in a gold
mine."

After we both finished, John grabbed me and pulled us together.  He kissed
me.  The wind was about to blow us away and it was a cold wind.  But, I had
never been hotter in my life.  I just felt like running around the prairie,
hollering, "He kissed me!  He kissed me!"  But, there was no one to listen.

Once we were home (John's house that is), he grabbed a six-pack of beer
from the fridge and took me up to his room.

We're sleeping here, Joey, OK with you?  (I noticed there was only one
double bed in the room and realized it was my lucky night.)  So, naturally,
I replied, OK.

I drank two beers and he finished the remainder.  We went to bed but he
left the bedside lamp on.

So, Joey, I have been a secret love of yours?  Well, you have been a secret
love of mine, too, in a way.  I want to tell you about it before we start
anything.  Do you know what a boy toy is?



No.

Take a guess.

Is it like a boy doll, maybe?  Not a GI Joe, I hope!

Kind of - let me explain: Some gay men like to have sex with gay boys
rather than with girls.  OK?

What does "gay" mean?

Like you and me - we're gay because we like boys instead of girls.

I like that.  Gay sounds like a happy word.  I guess it means we make each
other happy.

That's very good, Joey!  I never, actually, thought of it just like that.
So, let's go on: I don't know what your idea of making me happy is, but
there are a lot of things we can do together.  Of course, I will be very
loving and gentle with you tonight.  You can jack me off while I jack you
off.  We can suck each other's cocks.  In fact, we can do whatever you have
been dreaming about when you dreamed of me.  But, I want you to know that
down the line somewhere, my dream of you is to use you like a girl.  Do you
know what I mean?

No.

I want to fuck you in your asshole, just like some men fuck girls in their
cunt.  Do you understand now?

Yes.

Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to take you home?

I want to stay.

You aren't afraid?

A little, maybe.  I'll be OK just so you don't rape me.

Oh, Joey, that is the last thing I would ever do to you, believe me.
Before I fuck you, I will teach you how to take it and we'll proceed very
slowly so you get accustomed to it.  What do you want to do with me, what
was your dream about?

It has already been fulfilled.  I have seen your cock.  But I would really
like to see it close-up, like in my face.  Could you straddle me and put
your cock and balls about six inches from my face?  After I play with it
some more, maybe you could fuck my mouth this time, instead of my asshole?





Joey, you and I are going to get along just fine!

John did as I had asked.  Of course, I had never dreamed of getting fucked
in the mouth but I loved it.  I just loved it!  I knew I wasn't attracted
to girls, but I didn't really know why I liked boys.  Now I knew!  God but
John' big 7-inch cock was exciting!  After I fondled his dick, pulled back
his foreskin, played with his balls and ran my fingers through his lush,
black bush of pubic hair, I told him I was ready for him to fuck my mouth.

He jammed a couple more pillows under my head so my neck was bent and my
head was sort of looking toward the foot of the bed instead of at the
ceiling.  John got on his knees again, straddled my face and teased me at
first by just sticking his cock head in and out and rubbing it across my
lips or the tip of my tongue.  He had a large piss slit and I could
actually feel it with the tip of my tongue at every pass he made.

Then he leaned forward so he could brace himself with his hands on the
headboard as he bent down and watched me taking it in the mouth.  At first
John was slow and easy until I grew accustomed to doing it; then he started
using ever deeper, ever faster strokes.  When he was about to climax and,
at the same time, realized I was, too, he reached around and jacked my cock
until we climaxed at almost the same instant.  He had warned me that he was
going to leave it in my mouth when he climaxed; the warning allowed me to
get ready for it and I swallowed his hot cum without gagging.

He more or less collapsed atop me until we went to the bathroom and he
washed my cum off my stomach.  After about an hour in bed, spooned up into
his stomach John said:

Joey, are you asleep?

No.

I'm not either.  We should be, though, after having had sex together.

So, we began talking.  I told him about my fears and he assured me that I
was far from being the only boy in the world that liked other boys, there
was just a shortage of them around Sligo.  He told me to swing with it for
a while.  Some boys started out that way and then changed to liking girls.
Others started out straight and turned to being gay.  The only thing he
knew was to just accept it for the time being and I could always talk with
him if I needed to.

By that time we were too awake to sleep.  He reached around me and said:

You're hard again?  So am I.

He told me to turn around in the bed and we sucked each other at the same
time.

We both swallowed each other's load.  He told me the position was called
69ing.

Again we spooned.




Joey, why did you swallow my cum?  That really surprised me.

I figured it came from inside you so it was a part of you and I wanted to
take it.

You're a real sweetheart.

We fell asleep and I mean soundly.  I don't think I moved once during the
whole night.

I awoke in the morning when John was bringing me breakfast in bed.

What's with breakfast in bed, I'm not sick?

Yes, but being a boy toy has certain advantages, as you will see.

That morning at home I guess I was a little too enthusiastic (without
realizing it) in describing my evening with John to my mom and dad.  (Who
the fuck wouldn't have been enthusiastic?  I had been with my fantasy, had
actually had sex with him and swallowed his cum twice!).  Unbeknown to me,
they had a conversation together after I had gone to bed Saturday night.
The summary of their talk was that they were now surer than ever that I was
gay.  Since I had evidently had my first experience with John they decided
not to intervene, they liked John, knew he wouldn't hurt me and would be
discreet.  So, it was never mentioned to me.

At Sunday Mass John sat beside my parents and me and next to me.  (I might
as well have stayed home for all the attention I paid to the services.)  He
was so handsome, 501's, nice shirt and sports jacket.  Outside, after Mass
my mom thanked John for taking me to the movie and said that next time it
should be my treat and maybe stay over at my house.  (I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.)

John, what time are Jim and Alice gong to get home from Denver?

I imagine about 8 or 9 tonight.

Well, why don't you come over for Sunday dinner, say about 4:30?

I'd love to.

Mom, can I take my homework and go over to John's house until dinner.  He
has a computer and might show me how to use it.

I think you better ask John that question.

Sure Joey, I'll follow you home and pick you up.

(JOEY, gulp! - In front of my parents.)






The only homework I had was an essay for English to write about a county of
my choice.  John suggested Afghanistan, produced a set of encyclopedias and
showed me how to use word processing, including spell check.  After I
finished, he read it, suggested bringing it up to current status by
describing their war with Russia, harboring of terrorists and our current
involvement.  (I got an A on the essay.).

Well, Joey, lets relax a while.  We've got lots of time.  He turned on the
TV, sprawled himself out on the sofa and sort of pulled me down on top of
him, my back on his chest, with his arms around me, even though my feet
were still on the floor. He turned his head and we spent at least 5 minutes
kissing each other.

Want to do something, Joey?

Yes, but I need to use the bathroom first.

Go upstairs and use mine.

When I returned to the Living Room, John was totally naked, on his back,
one leg on the sofa and the other on the floor.  His beautiful 7-inch penis
was displaying arousal.  Seeing it and his nuts, all covered with black
pubic hair, made me almost uncontrollably excited.

Take your clothes off.  Are you willing to try and take me up your boy
cunt, or at least a small part of me?

Yea, I picked this up off your bathroom counter.  I showed him the Vitamin
E skin cream I had found.

Good, I'll lube you and then show you how to lube me.  How do you want to
do it?

I don't know anything about doing it.  Why are you asking me?

I mean, what position do you want to be in?

You stay where you are and I'll sit on it, that way I can pull back some
the minute it begins to hurt.

As much as I wanted John's big cock, which I had pulled the foreskin off
his cock head in the process of lubing him, I was still apprehensive.
Anyway, I was slowly lowering my virgin, teenage hole onto his big, man
cock and had about two inches inside, when one foot slipped off the sofa
cushion and down between the cushion and the back of the sofa.

In one slick, greasy movement his whole 7 inches penetrated me.

Oh my God, Joey!  Oh my God!  What happened?  I'm inside you all the way!






I know it!  Fuck me, John, fuck me! Just take it slow but show me what
you've been wanting to do.  (It hurt like holy shit but the pain lessened
after he had pushed it up and down inside me a couple of times.).  I held
tight and let him do all the moving.  He had no difficulty with that; he'd
thrust his pelvis up against my body and literally lifted both him and
myself off the sofa an inch or two with each thrust.

I reveled in watching the expression on his face - I'd never seen anything
like it.  Suddenly, my whole concept of having sex with a man changed - it
changed completely.  Until now I had always thought of how I would feel.
Now, for the first time, I realized it was a two-way street.  It meant
giving as well as receiving gratification.  It was such a wild feeling
knowing he could use my body to reach sexual climax.

Oh John, do you like it? Is it as good as you thought it would be?

Oh God, Joey!  I can't describe it.  I never dreamed it would feel like
this, feel this good.

Like nature intended, his passion increased and his strokes increased in
tempo and strength.  It was like he couldn't push it in far enough.  I was
amazed that I could feel him shooting his load deep into my ass.  (No way
was I going to temper his pleasure by admitting it hurt - even if he asked
me.)  I lifted myself off of him and he again guided me into our original
position, my back on his chest, sort of crosswise and my feet on the floor.
He twisted his head and gave me an open mouthed kiss and our lips never
parted as he reached over me and masturbated my now swollen cock until I
climaxed like I had never climaxed in my life.

After we were a bit rested, I asked John the time.  It's still a couple of
hours before we go to your house. If you don't mind I'm going to sneak a
couple of drinks from my dads stash.  I don't do that very often but I'm
still trying to come down from our first fuck.  We went to the kitchen and
poured a martini on the rocks for him and took a cold coke from the fridge
for me.

John, will you do me a favor?

Sure.

Would you stay naked while you have your drink?  Maybe stand part of the
time, even?

Where do you want me?

Sit in a dining room chair in front of the window and raise the blind.  I
want to see the sun streaming in on you and just look at you and touch you.
Just get a really good look at you all over.

Sure, can I piss first?






Can we piss together?

Sure, we'll use the first floor bathroom and save a trip upstairs, unless
you want to do it in my room.

His room was were we ended up.  It was on the west side of the house just
as the dining room was and the sun was streaming in right on his bed.  He
propped himself up on the headboard and spread his legs wide.  His hair
glistened in the light and I looked at every detail of his face and body.
His eyes were really a dark brown and very expressive. I guess you could
also say that they seemed to penetrate you when he looked at you.  He had a
wide full mouth and perfect teeth; when he smiled he had dimples.  I
noticed that his neck was quite long, his nipples were not large, but they
were brown colored and had a circle of brown, slick looking skin a full
inch in diameter around them.  I rubbed my finger over one of them and John
said:

Joey, we have so much experimenting left to do.  To be truthful I have
always wanted a young boy like you to fool around with, but everything is
as new for me as it is for you.

I thought you went to Denver once in a while.

I do, but I've never had a young boy for a friend.  And, you are the first
male I have ever fucked.  So, we both lost our virginity today.  Lean over
here; I want a kiss.

We kissed several times.  Then I began looking again, at the few hairs
sprouting around the ring around his nipples, the few he had on his chest
that trailed down to his pubes.  His fore arms had hair, as did his legs,
which were very strong looking.

I fondled his hairy balls, placed my fingers under his flaccid cock and
lifted it up.  It seemed so heavy in comparison to mine.  Then I held his
cock up and separated his piss slit with a thumb and finger.  It was a long
slit, as he had a good-sized cock head and the slit opened up quite wide
when I fingered it.  I loved his cock. I loved everything about him.

John, is it possible for a boy to love a man's cock?

Is that all you love about me?

No, I love everything about you.  But your cock seems so well - sort of
special that I love it as well as you but by it's own, too.  Know what I
mean?

Yes.  You're as crazy as I am.  Can you cope with loving me?

I think so unless we just stopped doing it together.

Don't worry about that.  Just go get me another drink; you saw how I fixed
it last time.  Just make sure you get the Vodka bottle not the Gin.





When do you think we can do something again?  (I was thinking of something
like doing my homework over here Wednesday.)

Sooner than you think, maybe.  Just go fix my drink.

When I returned, John had evidently been jacking on his cock.  It was back
to 7 inches long and totally erect.

Joey, your friend down there needs your mouth.  Being you're so in love
with him, why don't you give him a nice, long, slow blowjob?

Without answering, I handed John his drink and crawled between his wide
spread legs.  A long, luxuriously slow suck on his beautiful cock was just
what I needed and I indulged until his ball sack snuggled up to his shaft
and his sperm flooded into my mouth.

See, Joey, the last thing you need to worry about is our doing it again.
I've never had such hot nuts in my life.  It might not be as often as we'd
like but it will be as often as possible.  We will probably jack off
tonight in bed but, Joey, lets try to minimize our jacking off and bring
really loaded cocks to our encounters.  Can we try?

Sure, John, I will do anything you ask.

John and I spent every Friday evening together, first at the movie and then
at either his house or mine.  Sometimes we managed a Wednesday evening (not
overnight).

Sometime in April, John's mother began experiencing TIAs.  My mom told me
the complete medical term but I can't remember what it means except it is
like mini-strokes.  John, as I have told you, is the youngest of a whole
string of kids, whereas I am the only child in my family.  His parents are
much older than mine and John feels responsible for helping his dad with
the farm work and taking care of both his parents.  He was truly upset when
his mother began experiencing these attacks.  The worst part, for me that
is, was that they sort of altered her personality.  Sometimes she was
pleasant and sometimes she was downright strange.

John told me she had gotten it into her head that he shouldn't be hanging
around with me because of our age difference.  (Damn, damn, damn!)  Then
sometimes she would suggest he take me to a movie, as he hadn't seen me for
a while.  This really complicated and limited our contacts.  I was seeing
him less and less during the remainder of the school year.  During the
summer it was worse.

Two weeks before the County Fair the last three days in July, my mom
invited John and his parents over for a Sunday supper on the back patio.
While his parents and mine were having cocktails, John said, so everyone
could hear:

Joey lets go to the barn and take a look at your 4-H calf you're entering
at the Fair.  I haven't seen it yet.




We were barely inside the barn when John whipped a small tube of lube out
of his pocket.  Our pants were off within seconds.  We were desperate, he
more so than I.  The way he had been looking at me ever since he arrived
clued me to the fact that he really needed to get his rocks off and he
wanted to do it with his cock fucking my boy hole.  I thought back to our
first night together when John said he would never rape me.  I guess he had
forgotten because he was really rough, using me only for his pleasure.  He
apologized after and tried to make amends by sucking me off.

About the same thing happened year at the fair.  I had gone with my parents
the first day and my parents didn't want to go again.  So, on the third
day, John towed our trailer behind his truck so I could pick up my calf (I
won a red ribbon - second in it's class).  We also went to the rodeo at the
grandstand.  About midway through the performance John gave me a nod to
follow him.  We went to the toilets that were for the grandstand
(inaccessible from the midway).  They were empty; everyone was watching the
show.  It was a repeat of what happened in the barn, he fucked me so hard
and so fast that I asked him to stop but he continued until he flooded my
hole with his cum.  I was confused, hurt, angry, disappointed and on the
verge of crying.  I told him I would meet him at the truck when he got out
of the show.  I ran out of the restroom, the admittance gates, bought a
Coke at one of the midway stands and proceeded to the truck, which we had
parked near the livestock pavilion, so we could pick up my calf.

John must have passed me when I stopped for a Coke.  He was sitting on the
tailgate of his truck when I got there.  (I think I had him worried when he
didn't find me waiting.)

You OK, Joey?

No, can we pick up my calf now and go home?

Sure.

For about the first 30 miles after we started home neither of us said
anything.  Then John pulled into a park located at the edge of a small
town.

Joey, we need to talk.  Can we go sit down at a picnic bench in the shade
and talk?

I don't have anything I want to say.

Well will you listen while I talk?

I guess.

Let's go then.

I hurt you Joey, didn't I?

Yes, in more ways than one.

You're angry, aren't you?




Yes, among other things.

Joey, I'm trying to explain something to you but you aren't making things
any easier.

Why should I?  You didn't make things easy for me.

Joey, I know I hurt you.  Believe me I'm sorry.  Are you OK back there?

I think so.

Before we leave the park, we better go to the men's room so I can look at
you.  Maybe we should buy some ointment, too.

It's not that bad.  There are other places I hurt worse.  (With that, I
began to cry.)

John grabbed me, pulled me to his chest, slowly ran his fingers through my
hair and said nothing until I had calmed down a little.  Then, still with
my head on his chest and his arms around me, he began talking, even though
I wasn't answering.

My dear little Joey, I love you so much.  It seems only yesterday that we
first got in bed together and how the next day we told each other we were
in love.  You even said you loved my cock.  I thought that was really
something special.  I bet not many men have been told that.  (He continued
talking to me - it was as if he was reading a letter that he had written to
me.)

Surely we knew that being neighbors in a rural area it could not have
lasted forever - you would have gone to college one day and met someone
else, or something else would have happened.  But, Joey, honestly, I never
dreamed it would end like this and happen so soon.  I was so happy with you
and so in love.  Now, I'm getting as weird as my mother and, Joey, I am not
blaming her; a man is not much of a man if he blames his mother for things.

My older brothers don't show much concern and my sisters are just unable to
do much because they are still raising their own families and have
financial concerns.  The burden of my parents is on me.  I guess it just
comes with being the youngest in the family.  I hope you understand Joey
that I can't just turn my back on all of it.

When we were seeing each other once or twice a week, it was so great.  I
looked forward to it and having sex was so fantastic, so warm, loving and
comforting.  Now I get so desperate to have you.  Joey, I can't even climax
jacking off anymore.  So, when I do see you I am beyond desperate, greedy,
lustful, everything a lover should not be.  Joey I am truly sorry.  Can you
forgive me?

There is no need to ask me that.  There is nothing to forgive.  Things just
didn't work out; everything went sour.  The worst part is I don't see how
there is anything we can do about it.




Neither do I and rather than go on like this I really think it is best that
we just cool it and wait things out, see what happens.  Can you be
comfortable with that, knowing that I still love you as much as ever?

I would rather we continue seeing each other, even infrequently, and just
promise each other that we will limit our love making to oral sex.

Joey, that just wouldn't work for me.  On the first night I told you my
need was a boy toy to use as straight men use a girl.  I'm sorry, Joey, but
I still love you and I hope you love me.

We parted friends, agreeing to wait things out.

Three weeks later, my dad and I came in from the field at about 2:30 PM -
we had started around 5:30AM.  When we entered the kitchen my mom was
sitting at the table talking to the most strikingly handsome young man I
had ever seen - big in the chest, large biceps, a body well defined, yet
lean.  Both his hair and his eyes were dark brown.  He had a square jaw and
a nice chin, plus a killer of a smile.  No fucking way could he be gay.

Mom introduced him as Noel Donegan and explained that Mr. Stockton, the
school principal had sent Noel to see her and explained that the school
superintendent, who didn't live in Sligo, had hired a replacement teacher
in June, but she had backed out, so he convinced Noel to accept even though
it was a hurry-up sort of a deal and that Noel had a degree in Education
and a Masters in History.  He was to teach History and English.  The
fly-in-the-ointment was that he wanted a place to get board and room,
rather than drive back and forth to Riversville every day.  Mr. Stockton
referred him to us because Noel is Catholic; although not a major
consideration, he thought we might be more susceptible to the idea.

My dad immediately said: "Why we'd be happy to have you, we've got lots of
room."

(I thought - OH SHIT.  They don't know I'm gay.  I'll go stark raving mad
living upstairs and sharing a bathroom with this stud)

I took him through the house to the stairs at one end of the living room
and then upstairs.  The first thing I did was turn on a big vent fan in the
hall ceiling.  Air began immediately pouring in my open, bedroom window at
the front of the house.  It did this when the door at the top of the stair
landing was closed.  Or for that matter, air came in any window you opened.
I told Noel when you turned it on the upstairs soon cooled down to where it
was pleasant.

The upstairs had a center hall with the stairwell and the bath on one side
of the house and a TV-study room on the opposite site.  My bedroom was at
the front of the house, over the living room and Noel's new room, a little
larger than mine, was at the back of the house.  He loved the room.  When
we passed the bath going out, he told me to wait a minute he had to take a
leak.  I looked (naturally - well, he didn't close the door) and he whipped
out the biggest, most beautiful cock I had ever seen, or even imagined
existed.  (DOUBLE SHIT - this is going to be a rough year for me.  I'll
jack my cock until it drops off before next June.)




Back downstairs, he told my parents how much he liked the room and the
TV-study area.

Then, to my astonishment, he asked if he could borrow me for a few days,
take me to Greeley (where he lived), bring his belongings back in a rental
truck, drive back to Greeley and bring his car home.

My mother volunteered to say I'd be delighted.  (God, I was getting in
deeper by the minute.  I didn't know whether to piss my pants or just face
it and shoot a load in them right now.)  I ran upstairs and stuffed some
things in a gym bag and was off to Greeley with Noel.  He was easy to talk
to and we had a pleasant ride to Greeley, stopped for something to eat when
we arrived and before going to Noel's apartment.  We semi stripped to be
comfortable in the heat as it took the air-conditioning a long time to
bring the closed-up apartment to a pleasant temperature.  Both of us had a
few beers, watched some TV and finally went to bed.

We went to bed but not to sleep (in the same fucking bed, yet).  Noel was
strong on talking.  I guessed he hadn't had anyone to talk to for a while.

Joey, I'm an only child, like you.  I've never had a kid brother.  I'm
looking forward to sharing digs with you.  I hope you are, too.

(I wanted so fucking bad to just say - warn really - that I was gay and I
hope he wouldn't mind.)

I am, too.  I just kind of lost a good, older-brother type friend.  (I
explained about John - omitting any reference to our being gay and told him
about his mother and how we had to back down seeing each other for a while
and how I was missing him.)

That's a bummer, Joey.  Being its understandable doesn't make you feel any
better.

After a while the conversation switched to being rather intimate (I almost
felt I was intruding on his past life).  He talked about how his father
never liked him.  How much he felt the need for a male figure in his life
and affection from his father, which he never received.  (I felt he was
near tears in relating the story.)

Joel, I remember eavesdropping on a conversation once between my parents
and grandparents about something along this topic and remember my
grandmother saying that men sometimes resented male children because they
thought their mother switched her affection to them in lieu the husband.  I
don't think anything sexual was implied, however.

Isn't that a dumb thing for a father to do?

I agree.



I'd never heard that before.  It explains things, if it is true, but it
doesn't help matters.

Noel, may I ask you a very intimate question in the strictest of privacy?

Shoot.

Are you gay because of this problem in your childhood?

Yes, to a degree.

What do you mean by "to a degree"?

I am into foreplay, mutual masturbation and oral.  I don't like anal sex.

How about you?

Also to a degree, I guess.  John was gay and my brief time with him is all
I know about it.  I do know my interest is in men, not girls.  He fucked me
but I never really learned to be totally comfortable with it.  It was just
too painful.  Maybe sometime down the road a little.

You'll be comfortable with me, Joey; I am not interested in girls, either.

With that he reached for and found my hand and put it atop his semi erect
cock. God, it was so warm, so big.  I explored it.  The cock head was
enormous.  His balls were fitting for his big cock and hung low in a big
ball sack.  He reached over, felt me up and told me he liked it.

I thought you might be gay Joey?

How?

I caught you looking at me piss.  By the way I was doing it in front of
you, hoping you would look and like what you saw.  I was hoping you were
gay.  It will make sharing digs much easier and more enjoyable for both of
us.

Can we do something now, Noel?

Sure, but I warn you I am a little weird.  During foreplay I am fine, you
can suck all you want or jack it all you want.  The only way I can
reciprocate is by jacking you off.  Are you comfortable with that?  After I
get to know you a little better, I'll 69 or suck you, too.

Oh shit, Noel, with the cock you've got I'll probably climax during
foreplay.

So within hours after we had first met, I was sucking (as best as I could)
on Noel's 8-inch fuck rod.

When fully erect it curved, ever so slightly, to his left.  I hadn't
climaxed during foreplay but I did climax, without touching myself, while
bobbing up and down on his cock.


Do you really like cock, Joey?

I absolutely love it.  I can't get enough of it.

Well, to make things clear, I am always horny.  Feel free to initiate
something when ever you feel you need some.  And, in bed, at night, you can
hold it, masturbate it or suck it anytime you want.  Don't be afraid of
turning me off.  I can't get enough either.

By the way, how much privacy are we going to have?

My mom is a clean freak and a neat freak.  She comes up every Monday after
I leave for school, not to snoop around but to be sure everything is clean
and neat.  If it isn't I get grounded for a week.

I'll share the picking up and cleaning with you.  By the way, can we sleep
together?

If you'd like to, it is no problem.

I'd love to.  I want my little brother to be happy having me live with him.

I already am.

Noel went right to sleep.  I reached over him and held his now flaccid
cock.
  I thought holding it would really be soothing and I'd probably go right
to sleep, too.
  Somehow, though, I started to wonder why in the hell I found cocks so
exciting.  What was it about the damn things that made me so absolutely
sure I was gay?  Hell, I'd never even seen a pussy, let along feel one.
What the hell, I didn't want to see one.  I liked cocks; I especially big
ones like Noel's.  My cock began to throb and I shot a second load just
holding his dick.

Soon I went to sleep and didn't stir until Noel's alarm-radio sounded off.

Before I forget, I should tell you that one the biggest events of the
summer was the construction of a convenience store and gas station on the
state highway at the turn-off to Sligo.  For kids who drove themselves to
school it was a new place to eat lunch. It was also good because you could
get gas, a gallon of milk or one of the Denver newspapers without having to
drive 40 miles to Riversville and 40 miles back.

I thought that the girls would give Noel a rough time but he proved to be
an effective teacher, warm and friendly, yet no nonsense.  As usual
everyone milled into his first day classes with boys going to the rear and
girls taking the seats in the front.
  Noel introduced himself and told everyone to stand.  He then began
assigning seats in alphabetical order beginning with the window seat on the
front row.  Everyone was mixed up, boys and girls, for the first time.  He
then explained that he would change the pattern two more times before the
end of school next June.  He displayed an interest in and was fair to
everyone, thus no body could really complain.





One plus was that I rode with him to school and back home, too, unless he
had a faculty meeting and then I just took the bus.  Of course, the really
big plus was that Noel was true to his word - he loved to have his cock
sucked or played with.  It didn't take long before I realized we were much
closer than any two brothers could be (with the possible exception of
twins).

Noel suggested, one day, that we do our own laundry and do it together on
Saturday mornings, an excuse for me to stay home on the day my mom and dad
went to Riversville to do their shopping (they were usually gone from 8 AM
until about 2 or 3 PM.)  It turned out my mom really appreciated it and it
gave Noel and I a chance to be a little wilder, a little less need to be
quiet with our sex encounters.  Plus it got rid of a lot of pecker tracks
on our sheets as we always slept together in either his bed or mine. Our
Saturday mornings together really became fantastic after Noel ordered a
sling from the Internet.  We hooked it up in the attic portion of the
upstairs by drilling holes into the roof rafters and handing it from bolts.
It was ideal.  Noel had some stuff stored in boxes there and we stored the
sling in a box.  The space had a rough floor, so we would not fall though
to the first floor in the middle of our antics.  Plus, my mom and dad
hadn't been in the attic for years; the basement had lots more storage room
and more convenient to access.  To be comfortable for me, we used a chair
from my room for me to sit on.

I fucking couldn't believe it the first time we used it.  Just seeing Noel,
all naked in that sling with his legs in the air, like a woman ready to get
fucked or deliver a baby was cock erecting.  God, it was an absolutely
perfect, absolutely beautiful position for a man to be in when offering his
genitals to a cocksucker.  And, how perfect it was for the cocksucker, too,
having the entire package right in front of his face - cock, testicles and
a pink asshole.  (Noel didn't like anal sex, but he did like to be finger
up his ass when he really got going.)

When I got going on his big 8-inch fuck tool, I realized I had never sucked
a cock really well until we started using the sling.  Of course, Noel was
not only condescending, he wanted and needed to have his cock pleasured to
ejaculation and he needed it often and that made it exciting for me. We
were two hot brothers.

The next development was my introduction to poppers, which Noel also found
on the Internet.  When Noel and I shared a bottle of poppers, sex seemed to
be elevated to an even more exciting level, one I had never imagined.  Noel
would play disks on his stereo.  Some of the music had a beat that was just
perfect for sex.  We would pass the popper bottle back and forth. His body
would begin to rise up and down in the sling with a quickening pace.  His
cock would grow ever more erect and his balls would rise closer and closer
to his cock shaft.  Meanwhile I, teasingly, maintained a steady pace,
keeping time with the music.  When his moment of climax came, I held my
mouth still and received his gift of cum.  Then, he always wanted me to
rise, lean over and cover his body with mine and kiss him.  If I didn't
just cum on my own accord, he would reach down and jack on my erection.

One evening he decided I could look at porn sites on the Internet with him.





I thought it strange that I had been sucking his cock, sucking his cock
with poppers even, for several months and he just now decided I was old
enough to look at porn on the Internet.  Well, when I finally got to look
at some, I liked it.  I especially liked the reaction that Noel had to it -
it made him so fucking hard - absolutely ready to have his cock worked
over.

A little later still, the Friday night before the last week of school
before Christmas vacation, Noel, plus 2 or 3 other single, male teachers,
was invited by the coach at school to attend a Holiday Party.  The coach
was one of several faculty members who lived in a house trailer (the type
you had to tow with a pick-up truck) which some farmer, close to Sligo, had
let park on his property and connect to his utilities.  Any way, he came
home not drunk but by no means sober either.  One thing he definitely was:
silly and playful.  I had never seen him in this kind of mood.  He woke me
up and wanted me to guess what he stopped by the convenience store and
bought.  After I made several wrong guesses he pulled a tube of KY out of
his jacket pocket.

Since you couldn't guess what I bought, can you guess why I bought it?

No.

I bought it because I have changed my mind.

About what?

The guys talked so much about fucking at the party that I got all hot and
decided I want to fuck someone.

Oh shit, don't tell me you are going to try to sneak a girl in the house
past my mom.

No you jerk, I'm going to fuck you.

You've never fucked anyone before.  So you don't even know how to do it.

No, but you've been fucked before.  You can guide me.

Well first, Mr. Noel, you have to arouse a girl's passion and sexual
desires to make her want you to fuck her and I don't mean the grab ass shit
you have been doing.

He undressed, got into bed with me and began fondling every part of my body
from my crotch to my face and kissed almost as many spots as he touched.  I
guess fucking of any description comes naturally to all men and he was
succeeding in making me hot as hell.  So hot I forgot to worry how in the
hell I was going to take his big dick up my ass - especially the curved
portion.  Finally, he took one of my hands and wrapped it around his erect
8-inch cock.  The bastard!  He really knew how to get me to do anything he
wanted to do.  One feel of his big, beautiful cock and I totally lost my
will power to resist anything he wanted.

Here, Joey, you begin getting high on the bottle and I'll get us all slick
and greasy.




And I thought John had a big dick!

Before I had just enjoyed poppers.  Now I needed them.  I did get high and
so did Noel.  He was easy though and asked me every 15 seconds if he was
hurting me.  He made me forget about my experiences of near rape and I
began to enjoy him.  The expressions on his face, looking down and seeing
his manhood going in and out of my love hole.  It was HOT!  When he
climaxed, I had to reach up and put my hand over his mouth.  I was afraid
he would wake my folks.  I thought he might even wake the dead.

I thought he was going to kiss me to death, which did nothing to help my
erection subside.

To my utter surprise, he told me to change positions.  He said I could fuck
him now.  It was the first time I had ever fucked anyone. It was fantastic.
Afterwards, after using the bathroom and turning out the lights and just
holding each other with the blankets pulled up high on our necks, all
snuggly and warm and glowing in that after sex feeling and about to fall
asleep in each others arms, Noel said.

That was one of my Christmas presents to you.

The best one I will ever get if I live to be a hundred.

I guess we're now fuck buddies.

I know.

Before he left to go home, he got me an e-mail site - joey5by5@xxx.com.

>From Christmas day until he came back the day after New Years, I got a
message every day.  He had been given a digital camera and he took a new
picture of his cock every day and e-mailed it to me on his parent's
computer, always with a short, sexy message.

He came back about 5:30 PM and he and my dad had a couple of highballs
together before dinner. (All the time I was dying to be alone with him.)
After supper he took me in the Living Room and said we really should watch
TV for a while with my parents rather than rushing upstairs.  (More agony!)

It was about 9PM before I helped him carry his luggage upstairs (by this
time I had the world's hardest boner.).

As always, after a peck on the cheek, he did all his necessary, mundane
things before he paid any real attention to me - like unpacking, putting
stuff neatly into drawers and his closet.  Finally he threw me two brass
rings.

What are these?

Joey, I've spent a lot of time on the Internet over the holidays and went
to an adult store, too (his parents live in Denver).  These are cock rings,
one for you and one for me.



  If you're hard, go to the bathroom, run cold water on your dick and put
it on.  Put it behind your ball sack, slip your balls in and then, before
you get an erection, ease your cock through the ring, head first.  When I
returned he had his on and was naked below the waist.

What are these for?

They slow climaxing, giving us more time for cock play.

I started to grab his dick, but he stopped me, saying he wanted to talk to
me before we started anything.

In bed he began:

Joey, before I met you I knew I liked men but I was no way an active
homosexual.  Since being with you I have really gotten into male sex.  And,
so have you.  We have both made a lot of progress and learned to enjoy each
other immensely.  Do you agree?

Yes.

I'm glad and I want you to know I find it very exciting to have a young boy
to have sex with. So, hear me out.  I think we have a long, fun-filled road
ahead of us before we reach the end of it.  In fact, I doubt we will reach
the end, even though we are very compatible and like each other very much.
But, I think we should progress beyond where we are right now.  Are you
willing to try this?

Yes.

Good, being you answered that way, I am going to tell you I am going to
apply to the school district to stay one more year, even though my present
contract is for one year.  I know you'll like that.  Even though you might
not know the implications, I want us to get into spanking, being tied up
and practicing controlled, delayed orgasm.  Tomorrow morning, I'll show you
some stuff on the Internet that explains it.  With that he got atop me and
began rubbing our cocks together, then he got higher on his knees and
rubbed his cock all over my body and face.  He had me practically crazy.

Why do you like my cock so much, Joey?

I don't know how to tell you, really.  It's so big, as are your balls.  It
excites me just looking at it or just feeling it, as when you were rubbing
it all over me just now.  I know it's full of cum and I know I can make you
shoot your cum.  You also make me cum so effortlessly and its such a much
more enjoyable climax than beating the shit our of my dick.  I guess, most
of all, it is part of you - it hangs from your body - between your legs.  I
know you like playing with me as much as I like playing with you.  Does
that sort of answer your question?  Why do you like me?






Because you are so young, your skin is so smooth yet your skinny body is so
hard and firm.  It may sound silly but it really gives me an erection just
to look at you when you are in one of my classes.  Why?  I guess it's just
knowing we'll be doing it when we get home.  All the girls and some of the
boys would be jealous as hell if they knew we were getting it on together.
Besides that you're just so damn cute.  So, it's your choice tonight.  What
do you want to do?

(I really wanted to suck him while he was in the sling, but the attic was
too cold right now.)  I want to turn out all the lights, except the night
light in the hall and go to bed with you, both of us completely naked.
After a while, I am going to start playing with your cock.  I don't know
what I'll do, exactly, but I will masturbate you, get down and suck you a
little.  Every time I sense you are a little too close to shooting, I'm
going to stop and wait until you are flaccid again.  You've got to promise
not to touch yourself.  If you can't do that I'm going to tie your hands
behind your back.  He said:

You better tie them.

I didn't have any rope but I had a ball of heavy twine in my desk left from
wrapping some Christmas parcels for my mom.  I tied his hands behind his
back and his ankles together.  It was almost a half an hour before I
touched his genitals.  He was squirming, so I jacked on him for a few
strokes then stopped'

Come on Joey, do something.

Why?

I want to cum.

You will, when I'm ready to let you cum.  (I was going to stand my ground
right here and now.  If he wanted to get into spanking, ropes, controlled
climaxes it was me that was going to do the controlling.  I didn't like the
idea of it being done to me, for some reason.)

I got into bed with him, rubbed my dick all over him, masturbated him,
sucked him, fingered his ass and did all the things I told him I wanted to
do, but I did each of them just long enough to get him really excited and
then stopped.  It was after midnight before I brought him to climax and he
was really squirming and begging by that time.

He wasn't angry.  I guess he intended for me to be in charge all along.

So it went, throughout the remainder of the school year and through my
junior year.

Many times I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but remembering my
experiences with John I avoided doing so, feeling things would be a lot
easier when they came to an end.


With the sling, cockrings, ropes, handcuffs, leather, cock pouches and the
other paraphernalia we acquired, plus the poppers, we got as deep into male
to male sex as we knew how or could find out on the Internet.  By the time
he left, my cock had grown half an inch and both Noel and I knew for
certain that we had to accept being gay.  We would never be normal,
whatever that means and, to tell the truth, we didn't mind one fucking bit,
as it was a dammed exciting way to have sex.

Finally it was time to say goodbye to each other, with promises that being
he was going to live in Denver, which was not that far away, that we would
get together when ever we could.  I took it better, for some reason, than
parting with John.  Neither Noel nor I had ever said we loved the other,
but somehow we didn't need to.  It was understood.

Naturally, I missed him like hell, despite his frequent phone calls.  I had
no idea how I was going to fair during my last, Senior, year in high
school.  If anything exciting happens I'll write and tell you about it.

Thanks for reading this.  I know it got to be quite long.  I enjoyed
writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it.  Write me a note if you have
the time.

Thanks again, Joey