Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 15:55:33 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 1

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SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART I

Chapter 1:

Little boys sometimes grow up in the most unusual ways.

The small town where I lived was located in the eastern part of Colorado.
The only good thing about its' location was that the town was in a river
valley and, therefore, greener than the surrounding prairie.  My name is
Toby Mason.

I do not remember my exact age when I began to realize I was interested in
boys instead of girls.  I do remember, though, that it was in elementary
school when I began to, as it is now called, check them out.

The school was an old building. The boy's toilet was located in the
basement and had two long trough urinals along one wall.  It was always
crowded between classes and sly peeks were not too difficult to accomplish
at the urinals or at kids sitting on toilets - the stalls had no doors.
Although I did not know the terms "circumcised" or "uncut" at the time, I
soon became fascinated with male genitalia and it's endless variations.
Farm boys seemed to have the biggest cocks and a preponderance of uncut
ones.  Some pissed without pulling their foreskin back, others pulled it
clear back over their cock heads, some seemed to have really tight
foreskins that wouldn't go all the way over the rim of the cock head.  My
first look at another boy's testicles came from those of guys sitting
spread legged on the toilets or in the act of pulling up their pants.

Having seen a friend of my mother's change diapers on her baby girl, I
reasoned that a boy's sex organs stuck out and could be seen, whereas a
girl's presented absolutely nothing of interest to look at. This, I
decided, was my attraction to boy's cocks and testicles.

The spring I finished grade school, I began to have some experiences that
abruptly switched my interest from boy's cocks to men's cocks.

This happened when I was 10 years old, at the community swimming pool, a
really old facility in a sad state of disrepair, the pool was composed of
sloping walls on three sides and a bottom that sloped up to the fourth side
until it was even with ground level.  It was not deep enough for a diving
tower but did have a diving board; the showers were outside on the walkway
in front the wooden dressing rooms (You showered with your suit on).  It
was replaced before I left for college.  The pool was one and a half miles
west of town so it was a good walk to get there.  Kids carrying a rolled-up
towel were often given a ride.



One Sunday afternoon, Blaine Gibson offered me a ride.  I knew him, as he
walked by our house everyday going to and from the book and office supply
store that his dad owned and where he worked.

Besides knowing him, I liked him very much - he was tall, good looking and
had a soft, low voice and was about twenty-five years old.  The pool was
crowded and dressing rooms in short supply so Blaine said we should
probably share one.

Off came his shirt and undershirt, then his shoes, then his pants, then his
underwear.  I was sitting on the bench and there, right at eye level, about
eighteen inches in front of my eyes, was the very first man's cock I had
ever seen.  It was seven inches long, flaccid, circumcised, crowned by a
big cock head; it arched out over his large balls. This was, also, the
first time I had seen pubic hair and realized such even existed.  I
couldn't move my eyes.  In fact, my whole body was frozen.  I just sat and
stared at that beautiful thing until he tucked it in his swimming trunks.
I was nervous and excited for a week.  No matter how I tried, I couldn't
stop thinking about Blaine's big cock.

Shortly after that experience number two developed.  I joined the Boy
Scouts.  The second weekend in September, we were scheduled to go on an
overnight camping trip to a location called Cottonwood Creek.  It was
actually a dry creek for most of the year, but trees seem to receive enough
moisture to survive in the gully that the creek had created through
erosion.  After arranging the campout, the Scout Leader, an adult, was
unable to go along, so a couple of assistant leaders, both High School
Seniors, accompanied us - one, Brian Locke, on Friday night to be joined by
Sam Whelan at noon Saturday.  I had never seen Brian or Sam before joining
the Scouts but I knew Sam's sister; I developed an instantaneous crush on
Brian the minute I saw him.

Six of us had joined September were told to sleep together, two to a pup
tent.  Friday evening was uneventful except that I couldn't sleep.  I could
hear a radio, turned down very low, and I knew it came from Brian's tent,
which also emitted a weak glow of light from inside.  I went over and asked
if I could crawl in for a while, explaining I could not sleep.  Brian
started to pull his sleeping bag open for me, but Taylor Smith, an older
scout who was sharing his tent said: "No! Go back to your own tent."  I was
so fucking angry.  I lay awake the rest of the night imagining all sorts of
things - Taylor was playing with Brian's cock, on and on.  Taylor had
previously been a friend, but I never truly liked him after that - despite
the fact that I just wanted to do what I imagined he was doing.

Saturday morning we went for a hike along the creek bed.  All of the guys
walked along the top edge of the five-foot deep depression caused by
erosion.  All except Brian and his shadow - asshole Taylor. They walked
down in the dry, creek bed.  Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Brian pulled
out his dick (7 inches flaccid) and balls and continued to walk along while
exposing himself. Talk about mixed emotions; I was so turned on looking at
Brian's cock, yet so fucking pissed with Taylor, who had a shit-eating grin
all over his face.


At noon we returned to camp and cooked hot-dogs for lunch.  Sam Whelan
arrived.  We were off again, but this time we went upstream instead of
downstream.  Brian, Sam, Taylor and the rest of the guys who had joined
prior to September jumped the new guys.  Brain shouted "initiation time".
We were pushed to the ground, our pants and underwear jerked down.  One guy
would sit on our legs and another guy would jack us off.  Some of them
exposed themselves, even Brian did.

What rotten luck.  If only Brian or Sam had selected me!  If they had, I
could have had a dry climax the minute my dick was touched.  But, guess who
jacked on me?  You are so right - asshole Taylor.  I steeled myself and
resolved that he could jack me until my dick fell off but I would not give
him an ounce of satisfaction, I would not even get an erection.  Besides
Taylor was too rough, he was actually hurting me.  I would not give him any
satisfaction beyond the perverse pleasure he was receiving from his deed.
I closed my eyes and turned my head away to one side.  Sam told Taylor to
stop, as it was obvious I didn't like what was happening.  But, as it
turned out, not all was lost.

Brian lived with an aunt.  The aunt owned a small hotel, accessed by stairs
as it was on the second story above the store where Blaine Gibson worked;
the hotel was inexpensive but cleaner and neater that many homes.  The aunt
had an apartment at the rear of the building and Brian had his own room a
few doors away.  All of this I did not know, of course, until I had a
chance meeting with Brian on the sidewalk in front of the hotel.  The
camping trip had happened two weeks prior but, on seeing Brian again, I
knew I still had a crush on him.  He seemed so glad to see me.  Why?  He
needed some money and he couldn't ask his aunt.  He wanted to know if I
would buy his radio.

I had zero interest in his radio, but I had a huge interest in his big
dick.  I asked him how much he wanted for it.  He said $25.00, but he
needed the money before noon.  I answered that I would need to ride home on
my bicycle to get the money but I could be back in fifteen minutes.  I knew
I had a total of $30.00 - three $10.00 bills and I would not have time to
exchange a ten for two fives.  I told him if he wanted a deal I wanted a
favor in return.  He asked what it was.  I told him wanted to jack him off
and I would give him $30.00 for the radio instead of $25.00.

I'll be fucked if he didn't agree.  He told me his Room was No. 18.  I was
practically dashing between moving vehicles getting home and back.  I
knocked on his door, he opened it, I went in and laid the money on his
desk, he started to fish his cock out of his pants.  I said - "No, take
your pants off, shoes too and spread your legs."  (I wanted to see the
whole thing - cock, balls and pubic hair.)  I got on my knees and with his
cock in front of my face, I wrapped my right hand around it and slowly
jacked him to erection.  I jacked him until stuff that looked like tapioca
pudding came out of his piss slit. Some of it hit me in the face and some
landed on the carpet.  He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and
pressed my face into his crotch.

His caress did not last long.  He grabbed a towel wiped my face and then
the carpet.  He told me to get out.  I did. I knew he had no feelings
toward me.  I realized I had sort of tricked him, but felt no regrets.  I
knew and I knew that he knew that I could tell more about him than he could
about me.  I did hope, though, that he would tell Taylor I bribed him into
letting me jack him off - all the way off.

T

This was the first time I jacked a man's cock, or, for that matter, even
touched one. And, that cock most certainly belonged to a man whose dick I
really wanted to touch, really wanted to jack off.  It remained for me to
find out what that stuff was that came out of his piss slit.

About a month later, my mom took me to Knolls Men's Wear on First Street,
across from where the old train depot stood before being torn down.  Guess
what clerk came forth to wait on us?  Sam Whelan.  I selected two identical
pairs of dress pants and two identical pairs of blue jeans to try on, being
not sure which size would fit the best.
  Sam escorted me to a dressing room at the far back of the store and
entered with me.  Immediately, he began to apologize about the camping
trip, saying I had looked so upset.  I responded: "Hey, forget it.  It was
no big deal.  I was pissed because Taylor Smith was jacking me.  Had it
been you or Brian, it would have been a different thing."  He grabbed my
meaning and asked me if I was interested in playing around with him.  I
said I really was.  He took my hand, placed it on his already firm basket,
squeezed it and told me to meet him during his lunch hour. He had a late
lunch hour starting at 1:15 PM.  He told me he lived above the store. The
Knolls owned the building and lived upstairs.  They also gave him a room,
separate from their apartment, as part of his salary.  I thought he lived
with his parents, but he explained they had moved to Denver and he was
staying in town to finish high school and he was also working part time.

I rode home with my mom and then biked back to town and chained my bike to
a streetlight, met Sam in Knoll's and he took me upstairs to his room.

Sam, by the way was tall, (probably six feet), very lanky and very long
legged.  He had a very fair completion and beautiful auburn hair that
really shone in the sun.
  His facial features were average. I soon forgot about his face when he
lay down with me on the bed and we pushed our pants down. (He was initially
afraid for us to completely undress because of the proximity of his room to
the Knolls apartment.)  But, we eventually shed our pants and shoes anyway.

I was absolutely awe struck, and in total disbelief, when I saw his cock,
which was already erect when he pulled his pants down. He had a good six
and a half inches of slender, circumcised, smooth cock with a perfect
helmet shaped glans.  What knocked me over was that it would have curved
down had he been standing.  In his prone position in bed it stuck up from
his pubic hair and then in mid length curved down 90 degrees to point
toward his feet.  I felt so ashamed of my little four inch uncut dick, so
unworthy to have Sam present such an unbelievably big, fascinating and
beautiful cock for me to play with.  I expressed my feelings to him.  He
reacted by hugging me close to him and kissing me on the mouth.  He said he
was glad I liked his bent dick and to believe him when he said he liked my
boy cock just as much as I liked his, it was just as fascinating, exciting
and beautiful to him as his was to me.

We began roaming with our hands and kissing each other again and again.  He
turned around and got on his knees thus locating his dick above my face. We
masturbated each other simultaneously.  We climaxed at the same time and
the juice from his cock spewed all over my chest. We collapsed in
exhaustion and stayed that way until we came down from the high that we
both felt.



We spent the rest of our available time together talking.  I told him about
Brian and how confused I was over the stuff that came of Brian's and his
cock heads.  He told me about boys going into puberty, how their bodies
change and how they begin to produce cum and the purpose of cum, how
intercourse with a woman was achieved and other sex stuff.  I asked him if
he had ever fucked a girl.  He said that he hadn't really tried, mainly
because he was afraid it might be impossible for him to penetrate a girl
and that he feared he might even hurt a girl with his bent fuck-tool.  I
laughed and told him that word really turned me on - it sounded nastier
than nasty.  Then, Sam reminded me that he would be leaving after
graduation in June.  He asked me if I felt guilty about what we did.  I
said no that I had never enjoyed anything so much in my life -how could one
feel guilt and joy at the same time.

Sam said he felt a little guilty because I was so young and it was really
quite risky.  I told him not to worry because I would never tell anyone.
He asked if I wanted us to do dick play some more before he moved to
Denver.  I told him yes and we got together as often as we could before
June.

Sam got up, replaced his wrinkled pants with another pair and started to
dress. When he pulled up his shorts, I asked him to please wait a minute.
His flaccid penis arched from his body just slightly, but I still wanted to
keep looking at it.  I told him I really hated to see him put it away, that
I would like to stare at it for the rest of my life.  He kissed me and said
I would have more chances; he would stick it right in front of my eyes if I
wanted him to.

We did get additional chances, which became easier when his parents bought
him a used car.  I would call him when I was allowed to go to a movie.  He
would meet me in front of the theater and we would drive out of town and
find a deserted country road.  When he left for Denver, I truly missed him.
By the time he left I realized his dick was not his only attraction, but
his kindness and his effervescent personality, as well.

Chapter 2:

Now begins my next experience - an experience that was to lead to many
others.

During my last year in junior high, when I was I was almost thirteen, I
started hanging out occasionally with a neighborhood bunch that included
Taylor, who I had forgiven (partially).  One afternoon, after school,
Taylor and a bunch of us were hanging out in Taylor's garage, which opened
onto an alley, located a half block toward the business district from where
I lived.  The alley was actually the closest way to walk downtown from the
neighborhood.  We were goofing off and acting crazy when Conrad Schell, a
21 year old brother of a classmate of ours, while walking down the alley
toward home, heard our noise and walked into the garage (he was an
indescribably handsome guy with tousled, blonde hair, well defined facial
features, beautiful lips, bright blue eyes and dimpled cheeks - the
stereotype of a young, Germanic male - his background was German.)
Unfortunately, he drank a little too much and a little too often.  He
asked:
  "Do any of you kids suck cock?"  Everyone stood motionless, silent,
looking at each other.  I think we were a little afraid of him.


No one responded.  My mind really started to race and although I had never
thought of sucking a cock I suddenly realized I wanted to try it.  To be
precise, I wanted to suck Conrad's man cock.  I immediately developed a
mental picture of how big it probably was.

At this same time, I was sitting a house and yard for an elderly couple,
the Carpenters, who had a house on a street a block from us.  Their garage
opened onto the same alley as Taylor's.  I spent a full half-day there
every Saturday; lawns needed watering even during Colorado's dry, fall
weather.  Daily, after school I went by and checked the doors and windows
and put the mail in a box Mrs. Carpenter had placed on the kitchen table.

They had children in California and relatives in Iowa and Illinois.  They
were gone often and my house sitting was a really good, part-time job.
They sometimes stayed a month or longer when they went to California, which
was the case right now.

With my interest in Conrad's cock, I made a concerted effort to arrange
another encounter.  I really had hot nuts for him; so I rode my bike
downtown every day after I finished at Carpenter's.  My persistence paid
off and within a week I saw Conrad walking out of a Beer Tavern in the 100
block of No. Second Street.  I went back and forth, making U turns,
stopping, until he turned west on Birch Street.  I knew he was going home!
I fooled around, stopping to look in store windows and using other tactics
until I saw him go into the alley at the block before Carpenters. I raced
to Carpenters, opened the garage door, pretended to be putting stuff in the
trash can so I could watch him approaching and be near the door when he
arrived.

When he got in front of the garage door, I said "Hi, Conrad, this kid sucks
cock".  He said "What?"  I told him that he knew what I meant and reminded
him that last week he had asked the question down at the end of the alley
when all the boys were goofing off in Smith's garage and I was just giving
him a delayed answer.  He didn't reply but asked if I smoked.  I said that
I didn't but there was a partial pack of cigarettes on the workbench at the
front of the garage.  He walked in, lit one and put the pack in his shirt
pocket.

I said; "Well, do you want sucked off or not?"  He hesitated.  I said he
wanted to a week ago.  He replied that he must have had more to drink that
day.

He asked what I was doing in the garage.  I explained the house/yard care
taking situation and he asked if I had a key to the house and was there any
liquor in the house I responded that I would take a look if he wanted to
wait.  I returned with a glass with an inch of bourbon and another glass
with water and ice cubes.  I was somewhat surprised to find him still
there.  I put the glasses on the workbench and closed the overhead door.
Conrad said the drink was more than man sized.  I answered that he didn't
have to drink it all in one gulp.

He had opened one of the rear car doors and was sitting on the edge of the
seat with his legs sticking out the door.  He sipped the drink and began to
talk. I stood by the door, right in front of him.


Are you the kid that lives on the corner of Sixth and Cedar Street?

Yes.

Then your last name is Mason?

Yes, it is.

What's your first name?

Toby.

How did you know my name?

I know your sister Connie from school.

He lit another cigarette, and then I noticed he had found a tin can to use
as an ashtray.

I told him if he put a cigarette burn on that car I would probably kill
him.  He said he would be careful.

I said that I thought he wanted his dick sucked.

I am still considering it, so keep your shirt on.

Well, either you do or you don't.

I've got a couple of problems to consider before I decide.  Can you keep
your mouth shut?

Yes, except when I am talking to you or have your cock in my mouth.  What's
the next problem?

Maybe none after I finish this drink.

Can I take your pants off while you decide?

Yea, but don't do anything more, as yet.

He extinguished his cigarette, handed me the tin can and his drink, telling
me to set them on the workbench.  I took his shoes, pants and underwear
off.  He made no objection to my including his underwear.

He did not have big meat like Brian or Sam.  My dick had grown to a
respectable five and a half inches erect, had a fair thickness and my
foreskin fully retracted. I was no longer so self-conscious.  (I thought,
Shit!  I might be bigger than Conrad.)

I want you to help me with my next problem.



What's that?

My cock head gets very big.  My foreskin has to be moved in back of it
before I get a hard-on, or it won't skin back.  Some day I'm going to get
circumcised.

I am going to take my jacket off and lie down on the car seat.  I want you
to take your thumb and forefinger and push my foreskin back so my head is
completely exposed and keep it that way until you suck me up by sucking my
cockhead.

It sounded like a nice assignment - better than those my teachers dished
out.  In fact, it would be the first time I had ever pulled a foreskin
back, other than my own. So, I complied and began to softly suck his cock
head.  It did not take long before he was fully erect.  I paused to look at
his cock.  It was not quite the surprise that Sam's was, but it was very
nice, and unusual (as far as I could judge with my limited experience).  It
certainly looked hot. The reason his cock was unique was the fact that it
was quite small in diameter at the root.  From there the shaft increased in
diameter all the way to the rim of the cock head where it was a good inch
in diameter.  He had erected to a strong 6 inches.  The cock head was truly
amazing, an inch and a half wide at the rim and it evolved into a nice wide
helmet shape. The cock head was a bright flesh pink color.  I was sure I
was looking at the biggest cock head I would ever see.  It was no wonder
his foreskin needed to be moved in back of the rim before he erected.  I
took him into my mouth and began sucking, I soon fancied going down on him
all the way then backing all the way out.  The feel of his rim moving
between my lips, as it entered and popped out was, alone, sexually arousing
enough to make me cum.

Conrad was squirming, encouraging me to talk dirty to him. His enjoyment
was obvious.  My dick was so hard I wished I had taken my pants off. Conrad
kept yelling - make me cum; make me cum, you've got me so hot.  I was
trying, I really was, and I wanted nothing more than for him to shoot off
his cock my mouth.

Suddenly, I pulled my mouth off of his dick and told him to get out and
stand up.  I ran to the other side of the car, opened the door and got on
the seat.  I lay down on my back, pulled down my pants and hung my head
over the edge of the seat on Conrad's side and I screamed - Fuck my
mouth. Fuck me with your big fuck tool, Conrad.  Hurry!  Cum!

He really fucked my mouth - almost frantically.  I thought I was going to
have to ask him to stop but I desperately wanted him to cum, desperately
wanted to please him, desperately wanted to know I had done well at my
first go at cock sucking.

He yelled at me to jack my cock, jack off. I did little more than touch it
when I climaxed.  Conrad's big cock head erupted seconds later. Shit, I
hadn't even thought about swallowing or not swallowing or that I would have
no option when I had assumed the position I was in.  Conrad leaned forward,
bracing himself with his hands on the seat, one on each side of me, tilted
his head down, looked back and watched me trying, desperately, not to gag
as his hot fuck juice flooded out. He slowed to a very gentle in and out
motion with his dick and his body began to spasm as he succeeded in a
double climax and added to my swallowing problem.



Things soon quieted down and he started to pull out; the minute I saw it in
front of my eyes, I hollered for him to wait, and I took his dick between
my thumb and forefinger and milked him urinary canal for the last drop and
licked it off the end of his piss slit, big and in proper proportion to his
dick massive head.

Still naked below his waist, Conrad walked to the workbench and added the
remaining half of his first drink into the second glass.  He turned around
and leaned against the edge of the bench.  I watched his cock go soft and
the foreskin crawl over his glans and the small adjustment he made to it
with his fingers.

Did you like that, Conrad?

Like it, shit, I totally loved it.  Who taught you to suck cock?

Nobody.  I am glad you liked it because that was my first time.

I can't believe that.  You are the first cocksucker that ever had me fuck
his mouth.  That was a first for me.  You're good.

He gave me a hug, said I was a cute kid and he liked me.  I told him
everything was mutual and put my arms around him and laid my head on his
chest.  When he left I wondered if he liked me well enough to let me do it
again.

I needn't have worried.  I saw him in less than a week and he had a plan
that I was very interested in.

More to come.