Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2002 17:52:35 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS 2

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SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - PART 2

When I finally got into bed, at the end of a long, tiring day, I didn't
jack off.  I jacked off two times in a row.  Lance's cock had become so
important to me.  And, I was so angry that my memory of how it looked was
already dimming.  Damn, I wish I had seen it more than once and had been
able to examine it more closely.

His balls were shaved.  Were his pubic hairs shaved, too?  Why would a
married guy shave his balls?  Is he gay, too?  Or is he just desperately in
need of pussy as he make out?  How big were his balls?  As I remember, they
were small but I could be wrong.  How could we manage to get together very
often in such a small town? In the few days we were there, mom met people
she knew while at the hospital and even while walking down Main Street.  It
took hours before I fell asleep.

Saying goodbye to the grandparents was sad and stressful for all of us.  We
assured them that we would come back and visit them and they were always
welcome to visit us, which they were financially able to do anytime they
felt the desire.

The drive back to Colorado in the rental truck was uneventful.  Our
apartment was ready; Lance had speeded up the work on our unit and the
carpet laying in remaining units was no inconvenience to us.  Lance
suggested keeping the truck through Saturday when he and a couple of guys
from the office would help us move our furniture from storage up to the
apartment, which was really a nice thing for them to do.

Monday was the day Mom reported to work on the 4 PM to Midnight Shift. (We
were going to need to do some coordinating if we saw much of each other
after school began.)  The Monday mom started to work was going to be Labor
Day and the day after would be my first day in high school.  Luckily I had
enough clothes, so we didn't have to worry about shopping for stuff and we
had registered me for school when we come out to Colorado the first time.

The remodeling was scheduled for total completion on the day after Labor
Day and Lance wanted my help with some of the final paper work.  He gave me
a copy of the warranties and guarantees, which he had bound in notebooks.




We spent part of Sunday physically taking and recording the serial numbers
on refrigerators, ranges and microwave ovens in each of the apartments and
the washers and dryers in the laundry room.  Lance instructed me on a
procedure to report any renter's complaints, especially if it concerned a
warranty item.

It wasn't until late afternoon of my second day at high school, that Lance
and I got together, in the middle of the rug in our Living Room, after we
hurriedly ripped off each other's clothes and literally threw them all over
the floor.  Evidently Lance had been wanting me as much as I had been
missing him.  He immediately produced a tube of lube from his briefcase and
tried to fuck me - no kissing, no foreplay.  I was so anxious to suck on
him and his actions were contrary to my understanding that he was going to
slowly work up to fucking.
  He was being totally aggressive and he was really hurting me.  I tried
politely to have him slow down a little, with no results.  Finally I
started crying.  It really did hurt.  He withdrew and we were both so
unfulfilled that we ended up masturbating each other in our desperation for
relief.

He apologized and told me not to worry; it would work out eventually.
Somehow though I had the feeling that he was pissed.  Another sleepless
night followed; I kept thinking what a stupid thing I had done.  Maybe he
would fire us and we would have to move again.  Shit, we were still
sleeping on air mattresses.  The only items we still needed were mattress
and box spring sets.  I felt so guilty.

The following Saturday morning, however, the building owner, from Colorado
Springs arrived around 10:00 AM with Lance.  They caught me hosing off the
sidewalks and the parking area was still damp, so it was obvious that I had
just hosed it down.  The mechanical equipment room in the basement had been
swept and all the construction trash from the room was in plastic bags by
the dumpster at the alley.  I remarked that I didn't want to vacuum the
halls and lobby until late morning as a lot of people probably slept late
on Saturdays.

Mr. Bradley, the owner, was profuse in his compliments and praise,
comparing the cleanness and neatness of the building with others that he
owned in Colorado Springs and Denver that were nowhere near as clean.  I
really think he saved my ass as far as my mom and I staying on as
co-managers.

Right after Labor Day, tenants started moving in.  Since they had paid
their first and last months rent to Lance, my mom and I didn't have much
contact with them, as they had obtained their keys from Lance.  However,
when rents became due the first of next month, we began meeting them and
putting names to faces.  Two of the renters were single guys (I looked up
their rental applications) and even though they were nothing alike they
were both hot as hell to look at.  .




They were definitely attractions, but before anything happened with them
another significant event occurred.

Lance seemed to have lost his sexual passion as far as I was concerned.  I
had almost accepted it when one Wednesday after school (Wednesdays,
Thursdays and Sundays being my chosen days to do nothing routine regarding
the apartment), I decided to ride my bicycle around town and ended up
entering the east side of a nice park which had a lot of trees, picnic
tables, toilets and parking in the middle area.  This center section also
had a west exit.  I happened to look toward the toilets and saw Lance exit,
in company with a young guy, and rush to Lance's car.  I guess they had
spotted me just before I noticed them.  The car exited the park via the
west exit and in a hurry!

The next day I was eating in the lunchroom, the only one at the table (mind
you I had now been in the school for two weeks and by no means did I know
every student, even by sight).

Anyway, a kid that looked younger than me, with really fair skin and dark
hair, approached me and asked if he could sit across the table.  Talk about
skinny, I was husky compared to him; he had a boyish face and the sexiest
mouth and voice you could imagine.  We exchanged names - his was Tom
Carson.  I couldn't believe he was a Junior, which meant he was two years
older than I was.

Joey, you don't recognize me, do you?

No, I don't.  If we've met before you'll have to forgive me because I'm new
here and meeting so many people at once gets kind of confusing.

No, we haven't met before but you saw me yesterday in the park with Lance
Howard.

I took hold of my tray and started to move to another table when he grabbed
my wrist and said:

Please, stay.  I have something to tell you that I think you will be
interested in.

This better be good.

It's not going to be an attempt at an excuse.  But, I think you should know
the situation not only between Lance and myself, but also between Lance and
several other boys, past and present.




He had grabbed my attention, that was for sure, but two girls came over to
sit at the table and Tom introduced them to me, so we were unable to
continue the conversation.  When the class bell rang, and the girls were
still at the table, Tom said:

Did you ride your bike to school?  If so, I'll meet you at the bike rack
after school.

Sounds good, Tom.

We walked together; I just rolled my bike along.  Tom wanted to jay walk
across the street at the rear of the school so we could walk up an alley
toward his house.  He had a cigarette and a lighter in his hand the minute
we got off of school property and lit it as we entered the alley.  Half way
down the block we stopped and he leaned on the wall of a garage and said:

As I was telling you and, by the way, thanks for meeting me.  I think we
can now start off liking rather than disliking each other.  Anyway, Lance
told me that he had initiated an affair with you the minute you hit town.
I am one of his boy toys, too.  I don't know how many more there are, but I
have seen guys waving to him as he goes by in his car, that sort of thing,
so I suspect you and I are not the only ones in his stable.

Why would he tell you about me?

I don't know why he told me.  He's generally pretty secretive about what he
does.  Maybe he has plans for getting all three of us together sometime.

That's probably history.  I think he's pissed at me.

Don't worry about it.  He's been pissed at me before but he ultimately
recovers.

So, let me tell you more about what I think and what I know about Lance.  I
know some guys in the local college that had sex play with Lance when they
were in high school.  His experience with boys seems to go back a few
years.  But, he is discreet about it and I think he is of the opinion it is
safer than messing around with women, being he is married.  I'll tell you,
Joey, he is one horny, fucking bastard and probably no one boy could keep
him and his dick happy.  He has told me he needs several climaxes a day.

You make him sound like a sex fiend.

Well, maybe he is to a minor degree.  But, you like him don't you?




Yes.

Join the club.  I like him, too.  I might ramble on as stuff comes to mind,
but one of the points I want to make is that he seems to be able to keep
several boys at a time interested in having sex with him.  It's like he has
enough to go around.  See what I'm getting at.  Another point is that I
doubt that you realize yet all the stuff that gets him going.  He likes to
fuck, which I guess you found out, but he also likes to suck.  He is active
and passive. He just likes sex.  Get the idea?  He also gets his kicks
sucking dick and taking it up the ass.

Is Lance straight or gay?  The whole thing is getting confusing.

I guess you don't know that there are guys who are called bi-sexual.  They
get off with either males or females.  That's what Lance is.

Guess his liking so many kinds of activity is why you have the idea he
might want go get together with us both at the same time.

Right!  It's called a 3-way.

That assumes he decides to see me again.

He will.  He's not angry with you, Joey.  It's more that he's afraid of
you, but I can change that.

Why would he be afraid of me?

Because he was so hot to get his dick in your puss that he got into too big
of a hurry and hurt you.  He said you had the tightest boy puss he'd ever
tried to get into.  What scared him was the realization that he could make
you bleed and, your mom being a nurse, would realize you'd been abused.

It did hurt, Tom.

I can believe it and Lance should have known better.

Does he fuck you?

Yes, but I have an older brother that that fucked me almost every night in
bed from the time he was a Junior in high school until he went to college
last year.  Consequently, I have had enough experience so that I can enjoy
it.  Hey, Joey, we're only a block from my house.  Can you drop in for a
while?




My brother is a bi-sexual too; he fucked me on weekdays and his girl
friends on weekends.  He still likes boys but didn't have much luck at
college until this year.  He told me that this year he has fucked his new
roommate a couple of times when he caught him coming home drunk.  He told
me I got an erection when he fucked me but his roommate goes completely
soft.  He thought I was a hotter fuck.

He lit another cigarette as we walked.

Tom introduced me to his mom and she was really nice.  She asked me if I
smoked and I replied that I didn't.

Well, you can hang out with Tom all you want.  He needs a good influence in
his life.  Swipe his cigarettes and throw them away whenever you get half a
chance.

We grabbed a couple of cokes and went down to Tom's room in the basement.
His mom told him to answer the phone as she was going out for an hour or an
hour and a half.

Joey, do you like only grown men or do you do it with boys, too?

Both. I guess, I only get interested if it's with a guy I like and, then, I
guess I need someone with at least a fair sized dick.  There was a guy in
Ohio I knew in school; he propositioned me once but his cock was like a
baby's dick.  I mean really.  I just couldn't get excited over him.

Lance remarked that you and I have similar sized cocks?

He groped my cock through my jeans.

You must be wearing boxes, Joey.  You are big and you're erect, too.  Want
to play?

I signaled my interest by unzipping my jeans and getting my cock out so he
could see it.

Oh shit, Joey, you are big.  Nice, very nice, I love cut cocks.

Really?  I like them best if they have foreskin.

Well, I guess it is natural to want what you don't have.





He was almost erect but not so much that his foreskin had retracted.  It
loooked like a generous, loose foreskin and completely hid his cockhead.
He pulled me to my feet, pulled down my jeans and my boxers, wrapped his
arms around me and cupped my ass cheeks in his hands, pulled us together
and began rubbing our cocks back and forth against one another. When he
pulled away, I looked down; his foreskin had retracted exposing a big, pink
cockhead.  Within five seconds he had me hotter than hell.

He guided me to his bed and into a 69 position.  We lifted our top legs to
provide access to our erect cocks.  Neither of us lasted long.  We shot in
each other's mouth and rolled over on our backs.  Even though it was soon
over it left us both satisfied and exhausted.  It was GOOD!

Man, that was good, Joey.  You're one hell of a good cocksucker!

So are you.  That was really great.  I guess we both needed it bad.

Shit, that would have been good whether we needed it or not.  Joey, can you
sleep overnight with me sometime?

Sure, anytime?

How about Saturday?

Sounds fine.

Why don't I ride my bike to your place and we can ride back together.  I'll
meet you about 4 o'clock.  My mom will fix supper.  We can go to a movie
and then come back here.

Saturday morning the phone rang about 8 AM.  Lance wanted me to meet me at
the door to the basement at 9:30.  He was bringing some stuff over from his
office to store.  He had purchased new Reception Room furniture.  He had a
pick up truck and we moved a nice leather sofa and matching chair along
with a coffee table, end tables, a couple of lamps and an area rug down to
the basement and arranged them as a seating area along one of the vacant
walls.

Joey, I didn't want to sell this stuff; it's still in really good condition
as you can see.  Besides I thought we could use it down here, maybe like
after school Wednesday - you, Tom and I.

You aren't still angry with me then?



I never was. Joey.  Tom told me that he explained that to you.  And, I also
want to apologize.  Shit, Joey we've just got started I don't want to lose
you.  OK?

Sounds great.  We'll be here by 4:00.

Now I was excited both about seeing Tom tonight and seeing he and Lance
Wednesday afternoon.  My dick was stiff as a board and I knew it was going
to be that way the most of the day.

On the way to the movie, Tom explained that he thought it would appear
better to his parents if we went out for a while rather than going right
down to his room and spending the entire evening there.

After the movie we grabbed a coke and Tom introduced me to 5 or 6 other
guys.  Walking home I asked if they were gay.  He said Gary was, the
other's he didn't know about.  Chuck, who was with Gary, might be.  You
know, Joey, it's like you were saying about the guy who had a cock like a
baby - he just didn't turn you on.  Well I'm not an expert, but I guess it
might be that way with a lot of guys.  They react with guys who turn them
on.  And, likewise, they show a straight front to guys who don't.

Once we were back to Tom's room, he latched the door, turned on the TV and
showed me a selection of videos, some of which his brother had bought for
him and a few of which belonged to his brother.  I looked them over and
said any one of the gay ones would be great.  He selected one that he said
had a lot of big cocked guys staying in a mountain cabin and then explained
that some of the straight films were quite good too - illuminating and full
of useful sex information even for a gay.

We piled a bunch of pillow along the front of the sofa, sat on the rug and
leaned against the pillows.  We developed erections right away and Tom
jacked his cock a few strokes every once-in-a-while.  Never long enough,
though, to cause climax.  Every so often Tom would bend over and kiss me or
jack my cock a couple of strokes, so I began doing the same to him.

I really liked Tom and I guessed he wanted to show me some attention so I
wouldn't think the video was his main turn on for the evening.

Joey, don't let this video make you cum.  I want to do that.

OK, but I must admit it is really exciting watching those dudes fucking
each other with their big cocks.

Pull your legs up to your knees.  If that doesn't work, I'm turning the VCR
off.



Maybe you better do that; we can watch the rest of it another time.

He did turn it off.

So, the fucking business got to you?'

Yea.

Well, that introduces a subject I want to talk to you about.  If I promise
to go very slowly and not even attempt to penetrate you all the way - maybe
even just get my cock head in, would you let me play around with your puss
a little.

I guess so, I don't want to say no to you.  I really like you Tom.

I'm glad because I like you a lot, too.  I just want to do it once in a
while to gradually get you at ease with taking cock.  I promise, Joey.

In bed he slowly lubed me, first with one finger then two, and really
spread the lube all around his cock.  He had me lie on my side with my back
facing him and lift my top leg, explaining he thought this the best
position for my first time.  He then had me reach around with my top arm
and pull my top ass cheek up to better expose my asshole.  While I held it
up, I felt him put a big gob of lube right on my hole and then touch me
with the head of his cock.

OK, Joey, my love pole is positioned at the entrance to your boy puss; can
you feel it?

Yes.

I'm ready to start but I want you to relax and I know that is the hardest
part.  Just realize that you can say, "STOP" and I will, immediately.  Too,
it will help if you will use your anal muscles to try to push me out as I
try to enter you.

I felt his hard cock pushing when he said:

Good, Joey, I've got the head of it in and I'm going to stop right where
we're at for a while.  Is it hurting, yet?

A little but not too bad.

Joey, think of it that I am making love to you.  Really, that's what it is.
But, like a bride, getting a hard cock pushed inside you is bound to hurt
the first time.




So try to accept a little pain like a bride who loves her husband and wants
to please him.  She wants to get fucked because she wants to show her
husband that she loves him just as he is trying to show that he loves her.
And, she knows she's got to accept a reasonable amount of discomfort if
they are ever going to do it successfully.  She's been told as much by
other girls.  OK?

OK, I'll try my best.

Good, fantasize that we've just been married and are on our honeymoon. It's
your first time and my first time. You can do that.  Play, you've wanted me
to fuck your pussy ever since we started dating - and don't forget to push.

I pushed as he pushed and for some reason my ass seemed to be accepting of
his hard cock pushing into it even if it did still hurt some.

Tom stopped pushing again and began kissing me; he reached over to check
out whether I was hard of soft.  Actually I was soft.

Oh, Joey, it's indescribable being inside you. It is so tight and slick in
there.  Guess how much I have in right now?

It feels like you have more in than I know you have to put in.

It's almost half way in and I'm not going to try for all 7 inches.  Instead
I'm going to start slowly stroking your puss.  You can still tell me to
stop.  Joey, maybe it will help you to know this is the first time I've
ever fucked a boy, just like it's your first time getting fucked.  So, you
see, we are kind of like a bride and groom.  Try to let me stroke you a
little, OK?

OK.

It wasn't long until Tom hollowed: Oh shit!

What happened?

I shot my load.

I felt something happen.  I'm sorry, Tom.

Why?  That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.  I
had my cock up your puss and shot my load inside it.

We didn't move for a while.



Joey, I was going to start taking it out slowly, but it's retracting by
itself.

I can feel it.

Lie still and I'll get a wet, warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean us
up.

After he cleaned us up, he said:

Now it's your turn to cum, Joey.  Have you ever fucked anyone before?

No.

Then, please let me have the honor of being the first.

Are you sure?

Joey, you are so na‹ve, so innocent, I can't believe you're real.  Of
course I'm sure!  I want you so bad I can hardly stand it.

Well, getting fucked was going to take some getting use to, but fucking was
another matter.  I guess Lance had been in Tom's ass a number of times but
it was still a tight, warm, slippery, sweet and arousing place to have your
cock.  I was sexually aroused before I penetrated him and I knew I would
not last long in there.  So, I started plunging in and out of his boy
pussy.  After I climaxed I literally collapsed on top of him.  I was almost
out of breath.

I'm sorry Tom.

I really can't believe you, why are you sorry, did you think you were too
rough with me?  Man, I loved it.  You did exactly what you were supposed to
do.  You gave me one hot fuck!

Again, we were in sort of a quiet, recovery mood, until:

Joey, I'll never forget tonight.

Why"

This was the first time I ever fucked a boy and it will always be special
because that boy was a virgin.  Two firsts at one time, that just has to be
a rare occurrence.  And, the boy was not only a virgin, but also someone I
really am fond of.

Thanks, Tom.  It will always be special to me, too.



When Tom and I arrived back at the Commercial Apartments after school
Wednesday, Lance's car was in the parking area and he was already in the
basement, sitting on the sofa, naked, and playing with his big dick.  He
didn't get up but just said:

Hi boys - get naked.

As we undressed, Lance said:

I want you boys to know that this is my first time in a 3-way and the
thought of having one with you two little fuckers has had me up the wall.
Shit, even when I've had my pants on I've had my hand stuck down there
playing with myself.  You can't plan sex, so I guess we all do what we want
to do.  All of us have to enjoy this first time if it's to happen again.
All I really know is that I want to fuck to start off and I guess that
means Tom.

Lance had beer and cokes but both Tom and I grabbed a beer.  Tom smoked a
cigarette; we did a little kissing and a little fondling of each other's
genitals, sipped a couple of beers each and did a lot of looking at each
other's nakedness and then did more of the same.

Finally, Tom took the initiative, asked me to help him move the coffee
table off the rug and then leaned over a chair, bracing himself by placing
his hands on the arms of the chair. Lance lubed Tom and himself, placed his
hands on Tom's shoulders and guided his fat, man cock into Tom's personal
glory hole, which I knew was much better than those occurring in toilet
partitions.

It was exciting watching but I felt sort of left out.  Remembering all the
things Tom had told me that Lance liked to do and Lance's instruction to do
whatever tuned us on, I lubed my hard cock, grabbed Lance around his waist
and stuck my dick up his ass.  I didn't think of it as payback time, I just
wanted to be a part of the action.  Lance turned his head around and looked
at me, he didn't say one word; he just gave me a big smile.

Then, I goofed up.  When I fucked Tom, we were in bed.  I didn't know
enough to establish a rhythm with Lance's ass, which was, in effect, a
moving target.  Consequently, my cock lost his ass.

Immediately Lance turned and said:

Get it back in.  Fuck me.





After I had rammed it back in, I realized that the two of them were much
more experienced in this fucking game than I was and that I would be the
first to climax.  And, I was.  Then I remembered that Tom said he developed
an erection when he was getting fucked.  So after I shot and pulled out, I
stepped aside, reached around and took hold of Tom's cock.  I just held it
until Lance started hollering:

Oh yea, oh yea, I'm going to cum.

Then I started jacking on Tom and his cock spewed his cum into my hand.

We hadn't rested long enough for Tom or I to drink two beers, but with what
started to happen, I was sure Lance had managed two.  Anyway he was getting
really talkative, more so that was natural.  He sat on the rug and began a
long dialog about how wonderful and how beautiful Tom and I were:

Boys come over here and stand right in front of me.  Jesus, you are a
beautiful pair and I am so lucky to have the two of you. That must have
been as good as sex can get.  I want you to know I love you too, your
pussies and your big, teen cocks.  Let me look at them. (He was
masturbating, occasionally, as he talked.)

Tom, go reach in my pant's pocket.  There is a small bottle in one of the
pockets; get it for me. When Tom returned with the bottle, Lance removed
the cap and held the bottle first to one nostril and than the other.

Almost simultaneously, Tom and I asked:

What's in that bottle?

Poppers.

What are poppers?  Can we try them?

No, I don't think I should.

Oh, come on.

He let us inhale them.  He reached up and grabbed both of our cocks.

You boys are so beautiful.  Your cocks are beautiful, too.  You two boy
toys just hug and French kiss; make your mouths all wet with a lot of spit,
while I take care of your cocks.



After a while Tom asked him what he was doing.

Just looking at your big cocks and slender bodies.  You still look like
boys.  You can have those high school jocks; I guess they really turn on
the girls but I like boys who still look like boys not men.

Then we felt him and looked down to watch as he sucked our cocks,
alternating between Tom and me.  When he was sucking on one of us he was
holding on to the other one.  Sometime he would have both of our cock heads
in his mouth at the same time.  He kept inhaling from his little bottle
every now and then but wouldn't let us have it again.

Then, he'd stop, take both of our cocks into his hands and masturbate them
at the same time. He'd have us bend down so he could kiss us.  He'd kiss
our cockheads.

After a while, he stood up and instructed us to sit on the rug.  In effect
we were reversing our roles.  We'd take turns sucking his cock or get both
of our faces into his crotch and one would lick his dick while he other
licked his balls.  I guess we enjoyed it and showed sufficient enthusiasm
because Lance shot a big load for a second time.

Again, we again sat on the couch and relaxed a while until Tom reached over
and started playing with Lance's dick.  Damned if it didn't get erect
again.
  Tom was right; the guy was a regular cum factory.  Again, we began taking
turns.  One would masturbate him while the other French kissed him and
pulled on his nipples.  Finally he started pleading with us to stop; we
were bringing him so close to climax it was actually painful because he
wanted to but couldn't.

We all cleaned up at the service sink and each of us used an empty beer can
to piss in and poured them down the sink and ran a lot of water down the
drain so the urine would be thoroughly flushed away.

Lance left before we did but not before kissing each of us and telling us
that he'd get in contact as soon as he could schedule a next time.

Tom had arranged a sleep over with his mom, so he was staying the night.
He helped me move the furniture back and sack up the empty cans ready to
take to the dumpster in the parking area when we left.  While straightening
up we found the poppers.  Lance had laid them on the carpet and forgotten
them.  All the while we were doing the clean up work we kept talking back
and forth.





See, I told you, Joey, he bottoms and he tops both.  Even if he is a
married man and technically is a bi-sexual he's as gay as we are.

Yea.  I wasn't too sure how he would react when I shoved my dick up his
ass.

Fucking and getting fucked at the same time - Lance couldn't help but love
it!

I wonder how long it will be before he resumes the jacking off we were
giving him?  We almost made his nuts juice the third time.

I bet he won't last until morning.  I bet he does it when he goes to the
bathroom to get ready for bed.

Or maybe he'll stop at a park on the way home.

Or stop by the office, call his wife to tell her he got delayed but will be
home soon, pulls down his pants and pulls up some porno pics on his
computer to look at while he works himself over.  He said he wanted to come
again but couldn't quite make it.

Maybe we should take those beer cans up to the dumpster right now.  Maybe
he's sitting in his car in the parking lot getting himself off.

After eating a salad and a family-size macaroni and cheese, frozen dinner
we watched television for a while, left my mom a note reminding her about
Tom sleeping over and went into my room.  Luckily I had a double bed sized
air mattress and Tom had no adversity to sleeping on it with me.  The
Living Room, Kitchen and Dining Area separated my bedroom from my mom's and
we both had our own bathrooms, so I knew Tom and I would have privacy.

Well, Saturday had been memorable for me because of Tom taking my
virginity.  Tonight would be even more memorable for me.  It was the night
I not only fucked Lance, it was also the night I took Tom's 7-inch fucker
all the way up my love hole.  Being we had had quite a few beers and got
pretty high on Lance's poppers helped me with the relaxing bit.  Too, Tom
is really good at foreplay and can get me really worked up the way he
initiates all sorts of arousing activities.

We started fooling around as soon as we got in bed and Tom got in me for
the first time before we settled down for the night.  The second time was
during the wee hours of the morning, being very quiet about it.

The wee hours of the morning fuck just sort of happened - you know how that
works.




You wake up during a dream, have a really big boner, you're all warm, cozy
and comfortable, then remember you're sleeping with another guy and you can
feel his hard, hot cock pressed between your and your bed partner's bodies?
Well, what can you do other that what seems natural to do under the
circumstances?

I didn't know for sure Tom was awake but he was.  He reached up and found
the lube on the floor at the head of the air mattress, greased us up and
slipped it in.  It seemed to go in so easy and - well we did what seemed
natural under the circumstances.

Having Lance and Tom both was really something.  I was getting more sex and
hotter sex than I had ever had or even imagined having.  Things just
couldn't get any better.

Then, one day during the first week of November, I was picking up our mail
from the mailbox in the Lobby.  It was about 7 PM.  I was kind of late in
remembering to do it.  Looking over what my mom had received, I noticed a
hand written letter for Peter Farrell.  (Understandable mistake since our
last name is Farrin and our apartment is 210 and Mr. Farrell's is 310.)  So
I just went on up to the Third Floor and knocked on Peter's door (being he
was one of the guys I previously mentioned I had an attraction toward and
had checked his rental application to see if he was single - Peter Farrell,
Age 24, Computer Programmer at Advanced Technologies - I remembered it
well).

When he answered my knock on his door he opened it just a little and you
could tell he was standing behind the door.

Mr. Farrell, a letter for you was delivered to our box.  Thought you might
want it, so I ran it up.  Sorry, I completely forgot to ring you from the
Lobby.

That's OK, Joey, and thanks.  Come on in.

He opened the door and he was buck naked, even more breathtaking than when
he was dressed - hairy, chest, arms, legs, dense black pubes and hairy
balls.  He was cut and hung big time.  Surely he must have heard me gasp.

To be continued.


*** Thanks for writing Jim, Steen and Norman.  I appreciate your telling me
you liked Part 1.  I write because I enjoy it, but, at the same time, hope
more than three persons are reading it. ***