Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 17:01:54 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS -1

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SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - PART 1

Maybe I should have said "Attraction" instead of "Attractions".  Well, it
doesn't much matter. The attraction is always the same.  I chose to use the
plural because it hangs between different men's legs every now and then.
For that matter, I guess I could have used "Sinful Attractions" as the
title - being sinful is part of the attraction.

Too, I could have titled the story BORN GAY, but I wasn't too sure that was
possible, although I have wondered about it quite a bit; if I wasn't born
gay, I sure as shit got that way in a hurry.

As you may have guessed, I have no intention of beating around the bush - I
make no pretensions about it; I never have.  I have been ape about cocks
ever since grade school and never felt any need to "come out of the closet"
- everyone just seemed to recognize that I was gay and accepted me for what
I was, even my mom and dad.

Before I go any further, I should tell you I am 14 years old and my name is
Joe Farren, but my friends call me Joey, and I like that better.

Its not as though I have a feminine voice, walk or handshake; I am a 5-10
tall, fair skinned boy with really blonde hair, blue eyes, a smiling face
and I have all the interests other boys my age have, except for girls.  I
still have a boy's body, not a man's, but my dad was well built and I guess
I will start developing that way when I start in high school next year. One
thing about my appearance that bothers me is that my eyebrows are really
dark brown, which I think looks funny with my blonde hair.  My mom says it
is "striking", but I'm still not too sure.  Then my pubes are the same
color as my eyebrows - of course my mom has never seen them. Another worry
to me has always been my lips; they seem a little too perfect for a boy.
Too, my mouth is always slightly open (my mom, who is also a nurse, says I
unconsciously keep my lips parted the way I do because I am a mouth
breather - due to sinus and other allergies).  Too, I have a couple of
friends in school that always tease me with saying that if I don't keep my
mouth shut I'm going to make some guy horny and end up getting a cock
rammed into it.  (Don't I wish!)

My best feature however is my dick.  I am so proud of it and get so much
enjoyment from it.  It isn't thick but it is 7 inches long and has a nice
head.  Of course, with a nurse for a mother, I am cut.


Despite the above, things didn't seem to get hot until after my dad died
and my mom decided that she and I would be happier if we moved out west to
the small, Colorado town where she had lived as a young girl.

She had met my dad when he was on a vacation to Colorado but, after
marriage, had moved to his hometown in Ohio.  After my dad died, his
parents became very controlling of my mom and in matters where they
couldn't succeed they turned to being critical of her including everything
that she let me do.  It didn't help that we lived in an old house that
belonged to my grandmother's parents; that seemed to give them, in their
minds, authority over our lives.  So, we found a used furniture store that
came out and bought the furniture; then one weekend we had the biggest yard
sale the neighborhood had ever seen and transported what didn't sell to
Good Will.  We were prepared to move to Colorado, after my mom quit her job
and we found a place to live, which necessitated a trip out there.

When my mothers' parents had died in Colorado she made a little money from
the sale of their house and had invested it.  Too, she had put in storage
some of the furnishings and oriental rugs that her mother had - items she
didn't want to have shipped back to Ohio until she and my dad could afford
to buy their own home. When I saw them, in the storage facility, I fell in
love with everything she had saved. Every thing seemed so coordinated, all
in good taste and obviously expensive.

We lucked out on an apartment and I hit the jackpot at the same time as far
as my first big sexual experience was concerned.  The place we selected was
within two weeks of being finished (remodeled actually).  It had been a
3-story building, the top 2 floor of which had been a hotel, called the
"Commercial Hotel", located at the intersection First and Ash Street across
from the railroad depot - now demolished.  The remodeling was extensive and
included the ground floor cocktail lounge on the intersection corner of the
building and a small restaurant at the alley end of the building.  The
hotel, now the apartment, entrance was on the long side of the building on
Ash Street between the lounge and restaurant.  An adjacent property
fronting on First was demolished to provide paved, lighted parking for the
apartments.  We answered a newspaper advertisement by a realtor, which
resulted in his coming to our motel and taking us to look at the building.

He was no taller than me, slim, had light brown hair, cut short, a nice
skin, between dark and fair - closer to fair.  He had blue eyes and wore
what were considered hip glasses (I guess - I don't wear glasses).



Anyway he was hot looking and I had a sinful attraction toward him the
minute I saw him, even though I spotted a wedding ring on his left hand.

The realtor was Lance Howard and he owned his own, small company.  My
thoughts became nastier as we walked around looking at the units that were
still available - one of his pant legs showed an outline of a really nice
tube steak.  We had sort of settled on one unit and he was quoting us a
rental fee when he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and said:

Say, I have an idea, Mrs. Farren and Joey; we haven't engaged an Apartment
Manager, as yet.  How would the two of you like to be co-managers?

My mom asked what would be involved and why would we be interested?

Well, a one-bedroom apartment comes with the job, but for the difference in
rent between a one and a two-bedroom unit, or $100.00, you could live in
any of the two bedrooms units still not reserved.  I would also waive the
security deposit, which amounts to the first and last months rent in
advance.  As a nurse, you surly must be reliable and Joey certainly seems
old enough to keep the halls, lobby, parking lot and sidewalks clean.  You
could still find a job at the hospital; any manager we hired would seek a
full time job.

My mom told Lance that was a tempting offer then came up with something
that seemed completely off the subject to me, and from Lance's expression I
knew he thought so, too.  What are the finished floors to be Lance?

Carpeting and vinyl.

Could you do the manager's apartment in wood floors instead of carpeting?
I have some rugs I would like to use and I would pay the difference between
the two finished floorings?  (I knew if Lance answered positively, we had a
new job.)

Sure, Mrs. Farren, that would be no problem.

We selected a unit, and then my mom announced that with the living
accommodations settled she wanted to go to the hospital to make a job
application.  Lance suggested that he take us to lunch then back to the
motel and while she was at the hospital, I could go with him to his office
and work out the list of duties, and other details of my new job.  I sat
across from Lance in the booth at the restaurant.  He asked both my mom and
me a lot of personal questions and we found out that he was married and had
two girls, one three and another five.  (My reaction to that bit of
information was, Ah Shit!!!)  But, by the end of lunch he had me highly
confused because he looked at me a lot and paid more attention to me than
men usually direct toward boys.



Lance introduced me to his secretary, Sally, and told her to hold his calls
as we were going to go over the Commercial Apartment manger's duties.  He
told me the owner lived in Colorado Springs and was a fanatic for
accountability.  He gave me a receipt book and told me I was to give it to
him each month and he would Xerox the receipts for my mom's records.  He
gave me copies of the rental agreements to date, a canvas moneybag and all
sorts of instructions.  He was very thorough, very business like.

All the time, I sat next to him, as he had told me to do and took notes of
his instructions.  Our legs made some contact (intentional or otherwise)
and he occasionally turned and established eye contact.  Neither of us made
an initial move - physically or verbally.  It just suddenly happened.  All
of a sudden it just happened!  We leaned toward each other and he took my
head in both of his hands and kissed me.  In fact, he stuck his tongue in
my mouth (I didn't know what it was called at that time, but my cock sure
realized that it was a sexy thing.  Then, maybe it didn't just happen -
maybe he was putting the make on me.)

I'm sorry, Joey.

I'm not.

Do you mean that?

Yes.

I'm not in a happy situation as far as my marriage is concerned

Why?

The next warmest thing to my wife is an iceberg.  She just doesn't like
sex, thinks it is dirty, on and on.  On the other hand I love sex and
require a lot of it.

I like sex, too, but have never had the change to experience a lot of it.

Would you like to?

With you I would.

Do you like me?  Do you feel attracted to me?  Do I make you hot?  Tell me.

Yes - all of those things, my cock is already hard as hell.




I reached down and grabbed his cock and it was as hard as mine.  I knew he
wanted me as much as I wanted him.  I wondered what he wanted me to do,
though.  I was just a little bit afraid.

Why don't we pack up now and take the long way back to the motel.

The long way was going down to the river, across the bridge and quickly
turning south on an unpaved road that roughly paralleled the river.  We
weren't too far down the dirt road when he pulled over to the side of the
road, unbuckled, unzipped, spread his fly open and fished his dick out of
his boxers.  He had me do the same.  Holy, holy, holy!!!  It was the first
man cock I had ever seen in the flesh.  It was no longer than mine but
thicker and had a big head that peeked out the end of a loose foreskin.
The shaft was smooth, not covered with veins and when he hooked the top of
his boxers under his balls I saw that they were shaved.  I had heard of
guys doing that but I had never seen shaved balls before.  They were a real
turn-on.  I was fascinated with every detail of his genitals and really
loved looking at them and feeling them.

For about 2 or 3 miles at 25 mph we played with each other's erect meat. I
knew he was as hot as a 3-alarm fire, but no way could he have been hotter
than I was.  My dick had never been as hard and I was so afraid that I was
going to shoot before we really got started doing anything.

He turned off on a narrow, dirt road, toward the river, found a place to
turn around and used it so the car was facing the road paralleling the
river so we would have some warning if another car approached.

After some more kissing, Lance asked: Joey, have you ever been fucked in
your boy cunt?

You mean my ass?

Yes.

No, I haven't

Shit, I am almost out of my mind to fuck somebody.

Sorry, but I'm afraid it might hurt.

And you are right, so we won't do that.

Have you sucked cock before?  Are you afraid of mine?



If you were going to fuck me I'd be afraid of it, but I know how to suck
and would really like to suck your's.

Take off your shoes and slip off your pants and underwear.

He stripped and moved to the back seat where he could lie down with his
legs dangling outside the car.  He told me to stand, just outside the door,
between his legs and bend over to suck him and also to take a look up the
road every few minutes.

We both got so involved we soon forgot about the lookout business.

When I sucked his love pole into my mouth, I realized it must be at maximum
hardness and he probably wouldn't last long with his cunt-starved cock
enveloped in the warmth and wetness of my mouth.

He must have been having similar thoughts because he said: Joey, take it
easy, this is the first time together and that alone will make it super
hot.  Just go slow, take breaks, and watch your teeth, OK?

I did take it slow (why not make it last - I didn't realize sucking a man
cock could send a cocksucker into such a wonderful world of fantasy and
sexual pleasure - I would be happy if it went on forever).

At the same time, I wanted him to know I knew how to do it, even though it
was my first time on a big cock.  I'd seen pictures and read stories on the
Internet with some of my buddies back in Ohio.

After sucking his shaft for a few minutes I switched to sucking his shaved
balls.  Then I grabbed the top of his nutsack while his nuts were still
hanging and really pulled on them for a while and sucked his dick like mad
before I released them.  When his balls began to rise up in the sack I knew
he was close, so I reached between his legs and started fingering his
asshole.  He had a wild climax and I managed to swallow the most of his
huge load.  Neither of us moved for a while and I kept his cock in my mouth
until I felt it getting soft.

Then I told him to lift his legs up in the air and I slowly sucked and
tenderly jacked him, alternating between the two.  He objected somewhat in
the beginning, saying he was too sensitive, but I told him to just lie back
and enjoy it.

As a result, he climaxed the second time and I think from his reaction it
was more intense than the first time.  It made me so hot I shot my load the
same time as he did.  He lowered his legs, sat on the edge of the seat and
wrapped his arms around me.


Did you cum, Joey?

Yes, at the same time you did.

Gawd, if you were a girl, I'd marry you.  As it is, though, we're going to
have an affair.  Did you like sucking me as much as I enjoyed you doing it?

Better than I ever imagined it could be.

Are you willing that we do it again; I mean kind of regularly?  And, I mean
after your mom starts working and her shift hours are established.

Yes, as often as it can be arranged; I don't think I could ever get enough
of you.  Then joking, I asked: Will your wife mind sharing that big cock of
yours?

That's not a problem.  She doesn't want it so I'll stop giving it to her
unless she asks, then I'll ram it to her hard and heavy.  She'll complain
I'm too rough and I'll reply I wouldn't be if she gave it to me more often,
then we'll be back on her schedule again.  Joey, one thing - can we keep at
it until you are able to let me fuck your boy pussy?

Now that I've had sex with you I want to have you inside me.  It would be
more of a union between us than sucking your cock.

When we got back to the motel we saw my mom's car, so he went into the room
with me to see how she lucked out at the hospital.  She was all smiles and
said they wanted her to start the first of next month, which was 9 days
away.  Lance said that was short notice and suggested she leave the car in
his office parking lot, let him drive us to Denver in the morning.  That
way we could fly home and get a small, rental truck and return with the
possessions we had not sold.  He emphasized that would be less expensive
and less tiring being she was on such short notice.

Mom agreed.

I really didn't get much sleep that night thinking of Vance.  (Who can
sleep with a hardon and sleeping in the same room as my mom I could hardly
jack off?)

Besides I wondered if he had meant all that he said.  I couldn't be more
excited.  I was having my first love affair, even if it was with a man
instead of a girl.  And, I worried that he might not like me as much as he
had said.



When we got to Denver International and while mom was getting tickets, he
asked me if I had to use the men's room.  So I followed him.  We stood at
adjacent urinals and purposely lingered.  Men were constantly coming in and
out but he found a moment when he could turn slightly toward me, so I could
see his cock.  He was near to being fully erect.

On the way back to the ticket counter, we stepped over toward the wall, out
of the way of traffic and he said: What you saw in there will be waiting
for you when you get back.  It will be yours whenever we are able to
arrange a get together. I can hardly wait, Joey!

I felt so much better after that.  It was reassuring. I knew he wanted me
again, as he had said yesterday.  The downside to it was I would be hard
most of time until I got in bed and was able to jack off.

END OF PART 1 - MORE TO FOLLOW.