Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 19:46:20 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - PART 3

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SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - 3

Chapter 1

The minute he opened the door, my eyes fixated on Pete's cock and my jaw
dropped open.

Come in Joey, come in.

I did, and at the same time I noticed he didn't ask if I wanted to come in
and I wondered why he wanted me to come it.  The only thing I had done was
deliver a letter that had been placed in the wrong box.  It was nothing to
merit an invitation into his apartment.  In fact, the way he said it
sounded more like an order than an invitation.

Opening the letter, he said:

This is from my parents.  Get me a beer from the fridge and a coke for
yourself and wait while I read it.  (Again, it sounded like a command, but
that was OK with me.  It meant I could look at his nakedness a little
longer.)

I placed his beer on a folded paper towel on the coffee table in front of
the sofa where he was sitting (I couldn't find a paper napkin).  I
concluded he was not very domestic - the fridge contents were mostly beer.

He read the letter, which was several pages long and I, of course looked at
Peter and his cock.  He was a little taller than I am, probably an even six
foot.  He had a nice bod, not a body builder's but lean, solid and strong
looking.  He had hairy forearms and hairy legs, his chest was both well
developed and hairy From his chest the hair trailed down in a thin line
until it widened into a really thick set of pubes that, along with his
hairy balls, provided the setting for his cock.  He was totally handsome.

  How do I describe his penis; I guess to tell you it was big, fat and
looked like it was heavy is about the best I can do except to add that it
was cut and his cockhead was huge.  His eyes, by the way, were a very dark
brown and despite all the above he was fair skinned.  I tried looking at
the TV screen, but there was no way I could keep my eyes from staring at
Mr.  Farrell and it must have been totally obvious to him.

When he finished reading his letter he asked me to get another beer and
coke because he wanted to talk to me.

After getting him a second beer, he walked me over toward the windows, to
the part of the room that opened into the Kitchen.

Joey, look what I did to the carpet, I spilled a mug of coffee on it
yesterday.  I dabbed it up the best I could.  I was late for work.  I'm
going to work most days at 4 AM and working 12 hours.  I neither have the
time nor the know- how to get that stain out.  Could you help me?

Saturday I am going to Denver with Lance Howard.  He wants to buy a
commercial vacuum, a small commercial carpet cleaner for cleaning up spots
between having the halls professionally cleaned and some cleaning products.
When I get that carpet cleaner, I'll clean it up for you Mr.  Farrell.

Joey, I'd prefer Pete, you are making me feel like an old man.  And I'd
really appreciate your doing that for me.

Why don't you wear any clothes Pete?  Are you a nudist?

He laughed and asked if it bothered me.

It doesn't bother me, but I'd think you want something on when you are in
front of the windows, especially when it's dark outside and you have lights
on.

I don't see why, nobody's complained yet.

I can understand that.

He caught on to my remark and smiled.  Then he asked: Joey, would you do me
another favor?

Sure Pete.

I haven't eaten.  But I am so tired I want to relax, take a little nap
first, before I go out to a restaurant.  Would you watch TV here for a
while and wake me up in an hour?  I'd never hear my alarm clock.

Sure.

He returned to the sofa, stretched out on his back, still naked, and closed
his eyes.  I think he did doze off for a while; then I think, too, that he
just rested some of the time but was not asleep.

Tom could have been running one of his porno videos on the TV and I
wouldn't have noticed.  My eyes were glued to Pete.  He was truly masculine
from the hair on his head all the way down to his feet and his big, heavy
looking cock certainly accentuated that masculinity.  After staring for
about 10 minutes, I wanted to suck that cock more than I had ever wanted
anything in the world.

Sometime later he lifted one leg over the back of the sofa and rubbed his
balls as if making some sort of an adjustment to them.  Almost immediately,
his cock began moving around in the process of erecting until it was
stretched out its full 8-inches (or so I guessed) and laid along his
stomach.

(Fuck him.  I think I should leave.)  But, I didn't - I couldn't.  I
unzipped my jeans; my dick had already found it's way out of the fly in my
boxer shorts.  I took it out and started playing with it, gently.  I didn't
have a Kleenex.
  No way could I shoot a load all over his chair or carpet.

When he opened his eyes, even though it was for just an instant, I noticed
because I was staring at him so constantly.

(Oh shit.  I'm dead meat now!  Surely he saw me, why isn't he getting off
the sofa, beating the crap out of me and telling me to get the hell out?)

Joey, what's the fuck is the matter with you?

Oh Pete, I'm so sorry.  I'll leave right now.  I'm so sorry.  Don't be
angry!

No you won't leave right now, yes you should be sorry and I am not angry.
A boy your age should know how to take care of a man's cock.  Haven't you
ever serviced a man before?  Are you waiting for me to give you a written
invitation?  It seems you're not open to hints or enticements.

You mean you want me to suck it?

That's exactly what I want.  Run into the bathroom and get a towel.

When I returned he was pulling the coffee table apart.  It was made of two
3 ft. x 3 ft. sections.  I hadn't looked at it closely and had assumed it
was one big table.

He sat back down on the sofa with his butt right at the edge; he lifted his
knees, spread them apart and braced his feet against the two tables.  His
crotch was wide open and his cock was still pressed against his stomach,
waiting for me to pull it down and bury it in my mouth (if I could get one
that big in).

Spread the towel on the floor Joey; I know you're going to be jacking
yourself and we don't need any more spots on this new carpet.  Now, Joey,
get your face in there and take care of that thing for me.

I got down on my knees on the floor between the two coffee tables and put
my face right in his crotch.  (I wanted this, now what the hell am I going
to do with it?  It's so damn big.  I don't know whether I can begin to get
it in my mouth or not.)  His nuts weren't all that big, so, for some reason
I decided to pull on them as a start.  I was a little surprised that
pulling them caused his dick to pull away from his stomach and stand
straight out.  I looked up at his brown eyes and knew that I better not
fuck up on this, so I opened wide and took part of it in my mouth.  I began
going up and down on what I had in my mouth and my mouth became wetter and
wetter until I was able to take more of it in small increments.

My mouth was within an inch of his pubes.  I had taken 7 inches of both Tom
and Lance's, but their cocks were so much thinner than this monster.  I
made the decision that I would be satisfied with what I could take.  I
discovered that it helped to pull my lips up near his cockhead and wrap my
hand around his shaft just below my mouth.  Keeping my hand and my mouth in
sync during the up and down strokes worked the best for me and I paid
careful attention that I took my hand away every few strokes and went all
the way down with my mouth to keep his shaft wet with my saliva.  If it
didn't do anything for Pete, it would just have to be the one and only time
he offered it to me.

Finally he started hollering: That's it, Joey!  That's it!  Oh, that's it!
I knew I had found the precise motion that was going to send him over the
edge, so I continued with what I was doing.  Finally he gave out another
holler and I knew his climax was imminent.

His cum wad was as big as his dick.  It was a miracle that I was able to
swallow it.  It helped that his cum was sweet.

I turned my head sideways and laid with my cheek against his cock, which
slowly returned to its flaccid state.  I looked at it and his cockhead and
his shaft above the circumcision line was a beautiful pink color.  I loved
it.

He didn't kiss me, but he rubbed his hands through my hair, over my face
and neck and over my shoulders.

That was good, Joey.  Did you like it?

God yes.  Your cock is the biggest I have ever sucked; in fact it is the
biggest I have ever seen.

So, you want to do it again?

Yes.

Well I'm just going downstairs to eat, have you eaten?

No.

My treat.

He hurriedly dressed in a sweatshirt, sweatpants (with nothing underneath)
and deck shoes without socks.

We were seated in a booth.

It was obvious that the young, good-looking, blonde waitress was as
enthralled with Pete as I was.  It was also obvious that She knew Pete,
although I had never seen her working in the restaurant before.

While we were waiting for the meal to arrive, Pete said:

Joey I tested you tonight.  I thought you were a gay boy but I was not
quite sure.

Are you gay, Pete?

No.  In fact I really like my pussy.  I mean the real thing.

Then why did you want me to suck you off tonight?

Because I was horny and pussies aren't always right there when you're
horny, if you know what I mean?

I think I do.

So, the next best thing is a young boy.

Pete put his foot that was next to the wall up on my seat.  I noticed it
but he began to wiggle it and rub it along my leg as if I hadn't.  Well, I
could play games, too, so I stuck my hand under the elastic band at the
ankle of his sweatpants and ran it up his leg.  He actually slumped a
little in his seat.  His body language seemed to say that he was pushing
his body more in my direction so I could stick my hand further up his pant
leg.

The waitress arrived to serve the meal.  Her body language said that she
was a bitch in heat.  I wondered if Pete had actually fucked her before or
if she was just wishing he would.  Anyway, as it turned out, for tonight
anyway, I was the one that went back to his apartment and not the waitress.
And, I'll tell you, I was a teen in heat.  It was as if Pete had a power
over me that would make me follow wherever he led me and do whatever he
wanted me to do.

The instant we were back in his apartment he led me into the bedroom, shed
his sweats and undressed me.

He then reached into a dresser drawer, produced a condom and said:

Put this on my cock.

I've never done that.

It's obvious what you do, unroll it up my dick.  It has a reservoir end so
you don't need to leave any space at the tip of my cock.

When the rubber was completely over his big cock, he stretched out on the
bed, scooted toward the middle and had me get on my knees, straddling his
legs.

Joey, slowly jack me off.  When I say stop, you pause.  I want this to last
a while, so take it easy.

I sat back on my haunches, looked at his eyes and he made eye contact and
did so every time I looked at him.  That alone was really hot because I
knew he liked me masturbating him.

Do you want me to suck it some more?

If you want to, but I didn't suggest it because I don't think it will be
very exciting for you doing it through a condom.

I tried and he was right.  The taste and feel of the condom was not the
same as the taste and feel of a naked, erect cock, so I returned to jacking
him off.

After several pauses, his body began jerking and I watched his cock fill
the reservoir end with his hot cum.

He got out of bed and I sat on the edge.  I saw his semi-flaccid, big cock
in that rubber with a big wad of his cum trapped in the end of it.  It got
to me like nothing I had ever seen before.  I uttered a moan and climaxed
in my pants.

Back in my own apartment, I wondered why Pete had wanted me to put a rubber
over his cock before having me jack him off.  I guess that maybe it was
something that excited him because he probably wore one when he fucked
girls.  If it turned him on, it was OK with me.  I would do anything he
wanted me to do if it meant having a relationship with him.

Chapter 2

Friday evening Lance called to tell me he couldn't pick me up at 8 AM to go
to Denver on Saturday because he had a change of plans and it would be
closer to 10 o'clock and he wanted to know if Tom could be at the apartment
to save some time in getting started.  So, I called Tom and he decided to
sleep over with me.

The late start made me realize we would be eating lunch before shopping for
the things we were going to purchase and would be later getting home than
originally planned.

Lance had borrowed a small, Chevy S-10 pickup truck and it was a bit
crowded with three in the cab.  Tom sat in the middle until about halfway
to Denver when we stopped for a piss call and then I changed seats with
him.  Lance, being always horny, had first Tom and then me, after we
changed seats, unzip our jeans and slip them and our shorts down below our
knees so he could play with our cocks as he drove with one hand on the
steering wheel.  While doing this, he managed to fondle both of us to
climax which made sort of a sticky mess for Tom and I to deal with as best
we could with tissues but no water.

I like being played with but there is nothing I like more than fondling a
man's cock, so I unzipped Lance's pants and worked his dick out of his fly.
He let me hold it while he played with me but wouldn't let me try to make
him shoot.  He said I could hold it but that was all; he was saving himself
for later.

Despite the late start, Lance didn't take the most direct way home, but
left Denver on an Interstate Highway that took off in another direction and
necessitated exiting onto a 2-lane road to complete the journey. The route
added about 50 or 60 miles to the trip.

Before we reached the 2-lane exit, Lance pulled off the Interstate at a
large, truck- type service station.  We didn't need gas, so he parked away
from the pump area and went to the men's room.

I asked Tom why he thought Lance had taken this long way home.

Didn't you see him reach over and take something out of the glove
compartment?

Yes, but I didn't see what he took out.

Well, it wasn't his billfold.  He had a several, small boxes in there, each
containing 4 Viagra pills.  I had done a little snooping earlier and even
pocketed one box for us.

I can't believe this, Tom.  Lance doesn't need Viagra.  He's perpetually
horny and semi-erect and you and I most certainly don't have trouble
getting hard.

I understand it gives you staying power.  Don't be surprised if we both get
our ass fucked before we get home.

Maybe he just wants to get hard enough that we can both suck on him before
he gets off.

Don't be so fucking na‹ve, Joey.  Just believe me, he's going to give it
to both of us in the ass.

Why do you say both of us?

Maybe I should have told you before but it kind of slipped my mind.  The
last time I talked to Lance he told me that he thought you were ready for
him to fuck because he suspected, since you and I had become such close
friends, that I'd surely taught you how to take it in the ass.

Shit, Tom.  Getting fucked by you and getting fucked by Lance are two
different things.

Not really, we're both about the same size except he is a little bigger
around.

That's not what I'm worried about.  You're gentle.  I have seen Lance fuck
you and he fucks like there is no tomorrow.  I can see why his wife isn't
too keen to let him do it.

Don't let Lance hear you say that.  That is just the way some straight guys
fuck.  They don't care about their sex partner.  They're just concerned
with getting their rocks off.

I won't.  All this is between you and me.

Don't sweat it Joey.  I'll help you out.

How can you do that?

Wait.  You'll see.  You'll be fine.

When Lance returned, carrying a six-pack of beer, and we were on the road
again, I started to get a little tense.  Tom had said he had heard it took
Viagra about an hour to work.  I think I must have looked at the digital
cock on the instrument panel every ten minutes.  I still didn't know if Tom
had been bull shitting me or if he knew what he was talking about; after
all, he had known Lance longer than I had.

An hour had not yet passed and meantime it had turned dark when Lance
pulled off onto a graveled, farm road, traveled until he found a cross road
so he could turn around and then return to within about half a mile from,
and in view of, the 2 lane highway we had been traveling on.

OK boys, out.

We both got out on the passenger side of the truck; Lance pulled the
seatback forward and pulled out a blanket, lowered the tailgate and spread
the blanket over the back half of the truck bed.

Come on, what are you two waiting for, it's naked time below the waist. If
you can't slip your jeans over your shoes, take them off and put them back
on.  Throw your clothes in the cab in case we have to make a hasty exit.

Tom asked him how he wanted us.

Bend over the tailgate, side by side and as close together as you can get.

With that, he lubed us with a finger and spread the lube all over his now
erect dick.  I looked around and couldn't believe it.  He had shed his
pants and was naked below the waist, as we were.  His cock looked not only
harder but longer than I had ever seen it.  I also caught a glimpse of
Tom's little teen buns.  They looked so white and soft in the moonlight.
Lance plugged into Tom's puss first.

I don't know what Tom had meant by Lance fucking us both but I think he was
as surprised as I was when Lance suddenly pulled his dick out and quickly
stuck it in me.

Tom immediately threw his closest arm to me over my back and turned his
head toward me and began kissing me.  Naturally, I turned toward him and we
mouth kissed.  Between kisses Tom talked to me.

It's OK Joey.  Just relax.  I'm right here with you.  I love you Joey.
You're my best friend.

Lance soon switched back to Tom and so it went.  Then he added another
twist to the game - while he was fucking one of us he finger fucked the
other.  His last erotic move, in simultaneously pleasuring himself with two
teen, boy pussies, was to kiss the boy with the momentarily idle ass or
masturbate him or pull on his nuts.  I preferred being jacked.  He pulled
on my balls so hard that it really hurt and I hollered at him to stop.

When he about to reach climax, Lance was fucking Tom and that is where he
stayed until, as Tom said: he "got his rocks off'.  Lance collapsed on
Tom's back and threw an arm around me and drew me close to the two of them.

Guys, that was so good, so fucking hot.  Sorry if I got a little carried
away, especially if I pulled on your nuts a little too hard.

Since I was the one who had complained on that score, I answered him with:

That's OK.  Don't worry about it.

You're sure, both of you?

We nodded and Tom answered:

It's OK, Lance.  You like boy toys.  Joey and I like man cock.  We all knew
what we were after when we started this.  So, why would we have a complaint
now?  Know what I mean?

Yes, and I want you to know that I think you are the two hottest fucks I
could even fantasy about having.  I will make it right, somehow, with both
of you.

We got home between 8 and 8:30 and Lance wanted to unload everything in the
basement until I reminded him that the elevator didn't go to the basement
and there was no way I could haul that carpet cleaner up the stairs by
myself, so we put it in the janitor closet on the second floor.  Lance gave
us each a $50.00 bill, again told us he had a great day and said he would
see us soon.

Chapter 3

I checked the phone and there was a message from Tom's mom saying his
brother had come home for the weekend, unexpectedly, and Tom should come
home as soon as we got back from Denver.  So, he grabbed his stuff and
left.  Being hungry, I went to the restaurant down below and had a salad,
cheeseburger and French fries.  The same blonde that had waited on Pete and
me was my waitress.  When I left the restaurant I noticed a car in the
no-parking zone in front of the apartment entrance.  When I was nearer I
saw that a guy was struggling to help another guy get out of the passenger
door.  It was clear that the guy being helped was half bombed from
drinking; suddenly, he called out:

Hey Joey!!!!

The other guy said: Are you Joey, who manages the apartment with his
mother?

Yes.

Can you help me?  I can't stay parked here for long or I'll get a traffic
ticket.  Could you help me get Pete upstairs and into bed?  I don't need a
ticket for illegal parking; I've been drinking, too, but not as much as
Pete.

Sure

I didn't think we had that much to drink.  I guess Pete has been working so
much overtime that it just hit him.  I don't even know if he's got his key.
His car is parked at work; maybe you better leave him a note telling him
that.

Don't worry.  If he doesn't have a key, I have a master key.

Pete wasn't passed out drunk but was. sure as hell, thick tongued and
wobbly drunk.  When we got him to his bed the friend asked me if I could
take it from there and ran out the door.

I decided it would be more fun to undress Pete than just put him to bed
with his clothes on.  It was a bit of a hassle, but I managed.  I copped a
lot of good feels through his jeans and then through his jockeys while
doing it.  He was full of gab.  It didn't make for much sense but was good
for laughs. His bed was unmade so that was a small help.  After I got his
clothes off, he announced that he had to take a leak.  So, I struggled to
help him to the bathroom and steady him in front of the toilet so he could
piss.  He got some on the floor - I would wipe it up later.

Back in bed, it took some doing to get him to move away from the edge so he
wouldn't roll over and fall off the bed during the night.

You OK now, Pete?

Yea.  Who brought me home?

He said his name was Jerry

Did he drive my car?

No, but don't worry about your car.  I'll leave a note on the table for you
to read in the morning.

Are you going to suck my cock, you little cocksucker?

Are you being derogatory?

What's derogatory?

Like calling me bad names.

No, Joey.  I like to be sucked.  You're no queerer than I am.

What about all those pussies you like so much?

I haven't fucked a pussy since I moved here.  I need you as much as you
need me.  There are things I feel I can't do with boys.  It's like a mental
block.  Don't let it worry you.  Maybe I'll get over it.

Well, back to sucking your off, you aren't even hard.  We'll do that later.
For right now, kiss me.

I didn't wait for him to say no.  I just leaned over and kissed him hard on
the mouth.  To my surprise, he gave me his tongue.

I hugged him for a while and he went to sleep.  I cleaned up the bathroom
and when I returned to his bedroom, he looked so fucking hot stretched out
on his back with that big, heavy cock flopped over one of his legs and his
balls hanging down until they touched the sheet.  I decided I couldn't be a
good boy and just turn out the lights and leave.

I crawled, from the bottom of the bed, to a position between his legs and
took his cock into my mouth.  It was flaccid and I achieved no more than
making it semi erect.  Despite that, it was extremely sexual just having it
in my mouth - sucking it - exciting that he didn't know I was doing it - as
though I was engaged in a sex act with a huge cock and I was free to do
whatever I wanted to do.  God, even the smell of his crotch was
intoxicating, almost narcotic.  He had a day's grown on his beard.  Maybe
he hadn't even showered this morning.  I don't know how to describe what
his cock and balls smelled like.  To me they smelled like Pete and they
smelled like man sex.

I began to realize I wasn't sucking Pete's cock.  I was using it like a
pacifier and it was as arousing as anything I had ever done.  Playing with
that big cock and that huge cockhead was making me hot a hell.  I wanted to
cum so bad.  I lifted his cock up with my left hand and held it so it
pointed straight down from his torso and jacked myself off with my right
hand.  I laid my hot my cum all along his cock shaft.

I left the bathroom light on and left the door open by about 6 inches in
case Pete had to get up during the night.  I left him a note about his car
and signed it "Joey".

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment the phone started ringing.  It
was Tom.  He wanted me to come over to his house and spend the night
because his brother wanted to meet me.  I told him I couldn't, but I would
go over sometime tomorrow.  I wanted to get into bed and keep the memory of
Pete fresh in my mind for as long as I could before I fell asleep.

It was after my mom left for work that I cycled over to Tom's.  His
brother, Mike, was about to leave but had waited around to see if I came
over.  He was amazingly like Tom, but a little more filled out in his body
and his cock was a little fatter, which I found out soon after arriving.

Hi, Joey, I've waited around for you.  The way Tom has described you I just
wanted to meet you.

He went to the university in Ft. Collins and was anxious to get started on
his return journey.

I just had to see you.  I brought you and Tom both gifts.

He pulled two brass rings out of his pocket, had us put them on, and
explained that they were cock rings and they helped you maintain an
erection.  Too, they sort of made your cock and balls look better.

Jesus, Joey, you are so fucking cute and your cock is exactly as Tom
described it.  You and Tom have almost identical tools.

He kissed both Tom and me, grabbed us both in the crotch and said he wanted
to be part of our fun and games when he came home for Christmas vacation.
He was a neat guy.  I liked him immediately and I liked him a lot.

I told Tom I was trying to catch up on my Saturday's work and still had to
clean the lobby, so I had to split.  I also told him I needed to talk to
him about Lance.

And, by the way, Tom, I think you should give those Viagra back to Lance.
If he misses them, it is going to be awkward - especially if he asks me if
I took them.  If he asks me I've either got to squeal on you or get kicked
out of the apartment job and I don't know how I would explain that to my
mom.

Don't worry Joey, because Mike told me the same thing.  I'll tell him I
pulled them out of the glove compartment by accident.  I'll tell him I
thought they were my cough drops.  A lame excuse I know but better than
nothing.  Can I see you after school tomorrow?

No, I'm going to try to clean Pete's carpet tomorrow.  Let's try for
Tuesday.

I no sooner got back to the apartment than the man who rented one of the
four studio (one room) apartments called me and said he was going to be
leaving and would make it official the first of next month but he had a
friend that wanted to rent the apartment and asked if we could hold off on
any advertising.

I told him that was OK, but he should come and talk to my mom as soon as
possible.  Little did I know that this development was to become a big
change in both Tom's and my life.

More to follow