Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 20:39:29 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 2

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SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 2 - Chapter 1

On the following Saturday Morning, I was raking fallen leaves off the back
lawn.  Conrad saw my bike and walked into the yard with a paper sack tucked
under his arm.

Toby, you have really got me messed up; all I can think about is fucking
your mouth.  Can we do it again?

I led him into the garage via the walk-in door at the side.  He pulled a
can of beer from the sack he was carrying.  Obviously the sack contained a
six-pack.

Well, Conrad, I guess you are the horny one this time.

Horny, hell, I'm frantic. I think I am close to a case of the blue balls
unless you do me again.  You made my dick and me feel soooo good.

The side yards of the Carpenter's yards were sight protected on one side by
a fence and on the other by a high hedge.  So, I asked him if he wanted to
go in the house and get totally naked.  He agreed, I told him he couldn't
smoke in the house so he lit one in the garage; when he finished, we went
in the back door, Conrad with the beer he was drinking, plus a spare.  He
was completely sober.  Guess he was going to do his drinking at home today.

The blinds were already drawn because of the house being vacant.  I led him
into the Living-Dining area, thinking we better do it on a carpet instead
of messing up a bed.

He surprised me by saying he wanted to talk first.

I said: What, more concerns?  More questions?

No, some other stuff.

Two things.  First: I got to talking to a young guy from Denver in the bar
yesterday.  He gave me a little bottle that he called "poppers".  I think
he was gay.  He said it was not a drug, more of a sex enhancer - sort of
prolonged cumming and made things a little dream like while you were having
sex.

Do you want to try them?  He said that you inhale them through your nose.

Well, just this once.  I don't know if I like them.

Well, next, and I hope you don't get angry but I want to talk to you about
something else.

My curiosity aroused, I said "O K".


I told you I totally loved what you did to me.  What did you think about
doing it?

I've been thinking about it, too.  Before you I just jacked off with guys
my age.  Sucking a man's cock is so fucking hot.  I could never have
guessed what it would feel like. I think I am going to need to face the
fact that I am going to want to do this again and again.  Even if I am only
thirteen.

I am glad you told me that.  I love getting serviced by you.  I want to
tell you something else.  As you know, this is a small town.  Every one
knows every one else's business, especially some of the old ladies who live
on gossip.

Toby, I don't know if I told you the other day, but I like you very much
and I don't want to see you get into trouble.

That makes me very happy.  I came on you because I have always liked you,
even if it was from a distance.  I think you are really handsome.

Toby, I think, in fact I know that you are going to experience very strong
urges to suck cock if you take that road.  The need is no different from
men wanting to fuck or get a blowjob.  I don't want to see you getting into
trouble.  You could get into trouble with the law or you could be beaten
up.  I don't think you have thought all of that out. Any kind of sex
between men is risky.  I don't want you go get hurt.

Thanks, I hadn't though that out.  How can you help?  By feeding me cock
when I feel the need?

Down horny!  Yes, you are right.  But I have a plan, in addition to that.

What is it?

I have thought about it so much that I really think it will work.  You know
I drink and hang out at the beer tavern on Second Street, several
afternoons a week.  I am a fixture.  Everyone knows me.  I meet guys
sitting next to me, or while playing pool; they talk about fucking or not
getting any fucking, and how bad they need a good fuck.
  You cannot, in your wildest dreams, believe who some of the locals are,
not constant but occasional patrons, that would go out of their skull to
experience what you did to me.  Are you with me?

Yes.

Good, some of these men you will recognize, some will recognize you. I
promise you only young, good looking, hot dudes.  But it will be safe for
you.

I know you are not a whore, and I want you to know I am not a pimp, OK?
But, understand I am not talking about drunks or the old farmers who
frequent the place; I am talking about young studs.  I wont approach them,
but if they start talking about sex






I will drop a hint or two, and see if they react. For example, when the
fuck talk starts, that they haven't had a woman for a long time I will
respond with something like: I haven't either, but I have found a
fantastic, young, boy cocksucker who takes care of me.

So, these guys are not in a state-of-no-control during the conversation but
will get more than a little horny listening to me talk.  They will ask who,
to which I will respond that is none of their fucking business unless they
want to arrange a time and date though me and be aware that I will be with
them at the time they are getting serviced.
  This is a safe way for you to have fun. I am not talking about alleys,
gas station toilets, and cheap motels, that sort of crap.  I'm talking
about their providing a safe, discreet location as part of the deal.

Besides being safe for you, no customer is about to squeal.  They were
witnessed offering their cock to a minor. Plus, they are not going to ruin
a very good thing.  Everyone has sense enough to protect a discreet source
for a scarce commodity.

I know there are a lot of guys who would shoot their load even thinking of
getting a blowjob - especially from a young boy.  Do you know how many
young boy cocksuckers there are in this town?  I'll tell you.  One.  I'm
talking to him.  We could probably make a lot of money, but, as I told you,
I am not a pimp and I know you are not a boy-whore.

And, to finish, I am not talking about telephoning you at night. I am
talking about planning a way for us to get together afternoons after
school.  Prearranging with you.  OK?

So, don't say anything for now.  Tell me what you think later.  For now,
lets get naked and make each other happy.  In, fact lets make each other a
hundred times better than happy.  Come on.  This time you take my clothes
off.  I think you'll enjoy that. I will undress you, but if I start to
erect we will need to stop while you take care of my foreskin.  OK?

Undressing Conrad really excited me.  It was a new, first time experience,
likewise his undressing me.  In fact, I could not help but ponder what a
change had occurred in him.  He was concerned, tender, willingly and guided
me toward some foreplay.

He said - let me take charge.  I had some guilt about our first time,
despite my total enjoyment.  I realize I let you get into an awkward
physical position and I practically raped your mouth.  I am sorry.  Sit on
the floor and lean against the sofa, spread your legs and I will kneel in
front of you.

Without being asked, I skinned his foreskin back from his cock head and
held it there.  He used a fingernail to open the plastic wrapper around the
cap on the poppers.  I just sort of played with his cock until it was
midway between flaccid and erect and I knew the foreskin would remain
behind his cockhead's rim.  When we were both fully erect he sniffed the
popper bottle and then held it to my nose.  He rubbed his cock head across
my lips and slowly entered my mouth.



Conrad told me to pull on his balls, as it would slow him down.  We would
pause, pass the poppers back and forth and, I must admit, it was a dream
like, floating kind of sex.  Conrad mouth fucked me lovingly but
passionately until his big fuck tool unloaded and his man juice poured into
my mouth. It was much easier and more enjoyable to swallow this time.  But,
I really could say I liked the poppers.

He tipped me over sideways and hugged me until we were able to move again.

Conrad asked - did you cum, Baby?

Yes, and I didn't even jack it.  Can you cum again?

Are you kidding, Baby.  That was the most intense cum I have ever had in my
life.  I never dreamed so much pleasure could come from my dick.  But,
believe me, you have left me not only soft but shriveled up and completely
dry.

I'm glad. I feel a need to make you happy.

You did, believe me.  You know what bothers me?

No.  What?

If I keep doing this with you, I am going to become a bi-sexual.  I have
never had hotter sex with anyone.

Now, having seen Conrad in the buff, I can add to his description.  He was
broad shouldered, had strong arms, prominent veins and fine blond hair on
his forearms and legs.  He was not a body builder but his body was more
than adequate - one I am sure many men would envy.

Before you get dressed Conrad, I have something to tell you: I want you to
arrange guys for me.  I want to be a cocksucker for men.

To start the plan I was to ride my bid down Second Street every day after
school, if I could manage it.  So, I started through town on the way home
from school, every day I was able to, looking for him to come out of the
bar, checking both sides of the block for parked cars or him walking down
the sidewalk.  By arrangement, he would speak to me, even if he were with
another guy.  If he didn't speak to me, I was to continue on without
stopping.  School closed at 3:30 and I was in the block by 3:40.  If he
wasn't around, I went on home.

The plan worked.  I was, as Conrad said I would be, amazed at how many men
wanted blowjobs.  I also was amazed that even married guys wanted to have
their cocks serviced.  Some of the experiences were great, some turned out
less even than good.  Some of the great times are indelibly engraved in my
memory as well as some of not so good. If there are any readers left, I
will relate the best one to you.







Chapter 2

The best of all my experiences occurred while I was still in my last year
of junior high and thirteen years old.  Conrad and another man were sitting
in the front seat of a car parked across the street and down a half block
from the beer tavern.

Conrad motioned me over.  I leaned on the sill of the open window.  Conrad
made small talk until I signaled my interest.  He said - chain your bike to
a streetlight and climb in the back.

Conrad said - this is Mr. Clayton.  I have already told him your name.  Mr.
Clayton said hi Toby.

Hi Mr. Clayton.

My first name is Michael, everyone calls me Mike or Clay, and you can call
me either.

Thanks.  I kind of like Clay; I have never heard of anyone with that name
before.

Toby, I think I have seen you before.  Do we know each other?

No.  But, I do know who you are.  I saw your picture in the paper when you
opened your new law office.  I have also seen you in the Coffee Shop and
twice in the post office in the evenings when my mom had sent me to mail a
letter.  One time you were wearing bedroom slippers.

You are very observant.

I am when I think a man is handsome.  (He was not a large man but he was
totally masculine He had wavy black hair that fell over his forehead,
prominent eye brows above dark brown eyes, his mouth was broad, especially
when he smiled which seemed to be all the time.  His teeth were perfection.
He was really hairy but his body hair was not long - maybe it had to do
with his ethnic background.  He was nicely tanned (the tan was obvious
because of a speedo line).  His dick was the biggest I would ever encounter
in my hometown - a thick eight inches.  I worried if I could take it all.
The most fascinating things about his cock were a prominent circumcision
line about two inches above his cock rim, where the skin color turned into
a lighter flesh color and a huge urinary canal along the bottom of his
shaft - of course, I didn't know all these details until I saw him in bed.
Clay's strongest physical attraction to me was that he had a prominent
Adam's apple, something I had never noticed about men before and a cleft
chin.

In additional to the above physical description and maybe of more
importance was his persona.  How can I describe it?  Boyish?  Impish?  Lets
settle on a combination.

Thanks, Toby; I think you are handsome, too.






Conrad interrupted to explain to me Clay was married.  His wife had been in
Denver for two weeks because she is late in her ninth month of pregnancy
and wanted to be with her mother and near her family doctor when the baby
came.  We are going to Clay's house.  Clay is in dire need of cock service.
He only comes into the bar occasionally after office hours, but he dropped
in early today because he wants you to fuck his cock off with your mouth.

We pulled into Clay's driveway and entered the back door, which opened onto
a stairwell landing half way between the basement and the kitchen.  Clay
threw Conrad a can of beer out of the fridge and he opened one for himself.
Conrad sat down in the kitchen; Clay led me into a bedroom at the rear of
the house.  He took his suit coat and pants off, continued to strip and
asked me if I would please do the same.  The bed was unmade: Clay jumped in
and spread his legs apart.  He motioned for me to get on top of him.  Clay
pulled me up so our faces were together and began French kissing kiss me.
His hands roamed all over my back, even my arms and my hands and over the
hair at the back of my neck.

Toby, stick your hand down between us and feel my cock.  (It wasn't erect
but his dick went down between his legs and was dragging on the bed sheet.)

Do you like it?  Do you want it?  What do you want to do to it?

I want to fuck it with my mouth.  But, mainly I want to make you shoot your
hot fuck juice into my mouth.

Toby, you are already making me hard, can you feel it?

Oh yes.  It is really big.  I love it.  (I had discovered guys liked to be
flattered when I told them how I loved their cock.)

Feel my balls.  (It felt like he had a long loose ball sac.  I remembered
what Conrad had told my about pulling nuts down to delay climax.)

Do you like them?

Oh yes, would you like me to lick them or suck them?

You're a nasty little boy.  There is nothing I love better than a nasty
little boy.  You're already getting me excited.  Now that you've got me all
hot, lick my balls and cock for a starter.

I licked his balls, and sucked one into my mouth.  He flinched and said to
be careful, they were really sensitive (aren't everybody's?).  He body
jerked again when I pulled on his nut sac. I eased up a bit, but still
pulled.  I started on his cock, licking the head, licking up and down the
shaft and started sucking it.  I didn't attack it.  I took it very slowly
and with my mouth open full wide and full of spit.  When I was doing
married guys





I tried to imitate what I thought a pussy must feel like for them.  He kept
making little love noises.  I really knew he liked it when he changed
positions so he was on top of me and pushed his dick into my mouth, working
it in and out with long slow strokes. I felt his urinary canal enlarge and
I actually felt his cum shooting down to his piss slip. He stopped dead.
His cum flowed into my mouth.  I had brought Clay to orgasm.

We pissed together after we recovered and Clay drove us back to where my
bike was chained to the streetlight.

The following Sunday afternoon I was biking past Clay's house on the way to
the elementary school.  I frequented the school playground, as there were
basketball courts; elementary kids and older guys both hung out there. Clay
was mowing the lawn, saw me and waved for me to come over to him.  He shut
the mower off and said:

Toby, I want you to know how much I enjoyed you.  You brought me to such
full satisfaction.  I really needed that. I loved what we did together.

Thanks.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go hang out a while at courts at North Elementary.

Got time to detour for a Coke?

Sure.

I've got two more swipes along the walk and I'm done.  Then you can follow
me to the garage and let me get this mower stashed.

He came to the back door with a coke and a beer.

I want to show you something in the basement.

(Conrad's warning sounded alarms in my head).

I don't know.

I can understand that.  Conrad said you were not to go with anyone unless
he was with you.  Do you want me to phone him? (That sort of assured me.)

No, not necessarily.  What do you want to show me?

Maybe show is the wrong word; I want to do the exact same thing that we did
a few days ago.  I just want you to tie me up while we do it.






Why?

It's a fantasy, a secret one.  I have never told anyone before.  Would you
please try?  You can take my cell phone with us if you want to. Please,
Toby, I have climaxed only once in the past month, and you made me do it.
I am constantly erect.

Can we leave the door open and just lock the screen door?

Sure, if that would make you feel more comfortable.  We can even go back to
the bedroom and forget my fantasy if you want.

Let just go to the basement.  What is a fantasy?

A fantasy is a dream - a sexual dream.  If you help me fulfill it I will
shoot you more ball juice than you will be able to swallow.

We both shucked our clothes.  Clay had me tie his legs and arms to his
computer chair at his computer desk, in front of his computer.  We located
the chair sideways to the desk and he scooted forward in the chair so I had
access to his already hard cock.

Clay told me that he had porno pics on disks and he wanted to look at them
while I made love to his cock.  He told me when to get up and change
photos, when to change disks, when to suck on his cock, when to pause.  I
soon grasped the idea that he wanted to prolong his enjoyment and delay his
climax as long as possible.  When he finally climaxed and I received the
juice of his loins, I untied him, he bent over and told me to spank him
hard so he would feel punished for playing with me and not feel guilty
about cheating on his wife.

Why does a married man do this, Clay?

Because I am bi-sexual.  I have only had a few experiences but I know I am.
I am hotter now than I have ever been in my life because you are
participating.  You are the only person I have ever known that seems to
like sex as much as I do.  He then explained that I had helped him have a
controlled cum.

Toby, I think I am going to Denver tomorrow to be with my wife.  She called
just before I started mowing the lawn.  But, when we get settled down with
the new baby, I will contact you somehow.  In a couple of weeks he called
me at home and wanted to know if I would mow his lawn, take care of the
flower beds, that kind of stuff.  Of course, I jumped at the chance.

The baby was a girl.  Mrs. Clayton's name was Kimberly but shorted to Kim.
The baby was named Ann Kimberly.  She told me Kimberly and Ann were both
old family names.










































The next time I saw Taylor he began one of his little inquisitions again.
First he asked me if I had ever sucked off Brian Locke.

Hey Taylor, get real!  Even if I did I don't think a cocksucker, who I am
not, would admit to sucking a dick.  Ask Locke; a guy who gets sucked is
probably more apt to admit to the act.

Have you ever jacked him off?  (Locke had told him, I was glad. I wanted
him to know I did.)

Yes I have Taylor, all the way off and he shot his fuck juice all over my
face.  But beware, Taylor.  There were no witnesses, I am more careful than
you, so don't go talking that around.  Remember you and several other guys
exposed yourselves and jacked some guys off out in the broad daylight.  You
had a lot of witnesses.
  Witnesses are proof.  Without witnesses its just rumor.





































My freshman year in high school went smoothly.  In my sophomore year a new
teacher came to town that would change a lot of things for me.

More to follow.































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.

When my interest in Conrad's cock suddenly flared up, 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.  (Mine didn't count.)  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 made me shoot.

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 - hard, deep and fast.  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 shot all over my shirt.  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 while he hugged me.  When he left I wondered if he liked me well
enough to let me do it again.

On the following Saturday Morning, I was raking fallen leaves off the back
lawn.  Conrad saw my bike and walked into the yard with a paper sack tucked
under his arm.

Toby, you have really got me messed up; all I can think about is fucking
your mouth.  Can we do it again?

I led him into the garage via the walk-in door at the side.  He pulled a
can of beer from the sack he was carrying.  Obviously the sack contained a
six-pack.

Well, Conrad, I guess you are the horny one this time.

Horny, hell, I'm frantic. I think I am close to a case of the blue balls
unless you do me again.  You made my dick and me feel soooo good.

The side yards of the Carpenter's yards were sight protected on one side by
a fence and on the other by a high hedge.  So, I asked him if he wanted to
go in the house and get totally naked.  He agreed, I told him he couldn't
smoke in the house so he lit one in the garage; when he finished, we went
in the back door, Conrad with the beer he was drinking, plus a spare.  He
was completely sober.  Guess he was going to do his drinking at home today.

The blinds were already drawn because of the house being vacant.  I led him
into the Living-Dining area, thinking we better do it on a carpet instead
of messing up a bed.

He surprised me by saying he wanted to talk first.

I said: What, more concerns?  More questions?

No, some other stuff.

Two things.  First: I got to talking to a young guy from Denver in the bar
yesterday.  He gave me a little bottle that he called "poppers".  I think
he was gay.  He said it was not a drug, more of a sex enhancer - sort of
prolonged cumming and made things a little dream like while you were having
sex.

Do you want to try them?  He said that you inhale them through your nose.

Well, just this once.  I don't know if I like them.

Well, next, and I hope you don't get angry but I want to talk to you about
something else.




My curiosity aroused, I said "O K".

I told you I totally loved what you did to me.  What did you think about
doing it?

I've been thinking about it, too.  Before you I just jacked off with guys
my age.  Sucking a man's cock is so fucking hot.  I could never have
guessed what it would feel like. I think I am going to need to face the
fact that I am going to want to suck a lot more cocks , even if I am only
thirteen.

I am glad you told me that.  I love getting serviced by you.  I want to
tell you something.  Else.  As you know, this is a small town.  Every one
knows every one else's business, especially some of the old ladies who live
on gossip.

Toby, I don't know if I told you the other day, but I like you very much
and I don't want to see you get into trouble.

That makes me very happy.  I came on you because I have always liked you,
even if it was from a distance.  I think you are really handsome.

Toby, I think, in fact I know that you are going to experience very strong
urges, even strong needs, to suck cock if you take that road.  The need is
no different from men wanting to fuck or get a blowjob.  I don't want to
see you getting into trouble.  You could get into trouble with the law or
you could be beaten up.  I don't think you have thought all of that
out. Any kind of sex between men is risky.  I don't want you go get hurt.

Thanks, I hadn't though that out.  How can you help?  By feeding me cock
when I feel the need?

Down horny!  Yes, you are right.  But I have a plan, in addition to that.

What is it?

I have thought about it so much that I really think it will work.  You know
I drink and hang out at the beer tavern on Second Street, several
afternoons a week.  I am a fixture.  Everyone knows me.  I meet guys
sitting next to me, or while playing pool; they talk about fucking or not
getting any fucking, and how bad they need a good fuck.
  You cannot, in your wildest dreams, believe who some of the locals are,
not constant but occasional patrons, that would go out of their skull to
experience what you did to me.  Are you with me?

Yes.

Good, some of these men you will recognize, some will recognize you. I
promise you only young, good looking, hot dudes.  But it will be safe for
you.

I know you are not a whore, and I want you to know I am not a pimp, OK?
But, understand I am not talking about drunks or the old farmers who
frequent the place; I am talking about young studs.  I wont approach them,
but if they start talking about sex


I will drop a hint or two, and see if they react. For example, when the
fuck talk starts, that they haven't had a woman for a long time I will
respond with something like I haven't either, but I have found a fantastic,
young, boy cocksucker.

So, these guys are not in a state-of-no-control during the conversation but
will get more than a little horny listening to me talk.  They will ask who,
to which I will respond that is none of their fucking business unless they
want to arrange a time and date though me and be aware that I will be with
them at the time they are getting serviced.
  This is a safe way for you to have fun. I am not talking about alleys,
gas station toilets, and hotels, that sort of crap.  I'm talking about
their providing a safe, discreet location as part of the deal.

Besides being safe for you, no customer is about to squeal.  They were
witnessed offering their cock to a minor. Plus, they are not going to ruin
a very good thing.  Everyone has sense enough to protect a discreet source
for a scarce commodity.

I know there are a lot of guys who would shoot their load even thinking of
getting a blowjob - especially from a young boy.  Do you know how many
young boy cocksuckers there are in this town?  I'll tell you.  One.  I'm
talking to him.  We could probably make a lot of money, but, as I told you,
I am not a pimp and I know you are not a boy-whore.

And, to finish, I am not talking about telephoning you at 10 o'clock at
night. I am talking about a planning a way for us to get together
afternoons after school.  Prearranging with you.  OK?

So, don't say anything for now.  Tell me what you think later.  For now,
lets get naked and make each other happy.  In, fact lets make each other
hundred times better than happy.  Come on.  This time you take my clothes
off.  I think you'll enjoy that. I will undress you, but if I start to
erect we will need to stop while you take care of my foreskin.  OK?

Undressing Conrad really excited me.  It was a new, first time experience,
likewise his undressing me.  In fact, I could not help but ponder what a
change had occurred in him.  He was concerned, tender, willingly and guided
me toward some foreplay.

He said - let me take charge.  I had some guilt about our first time,
despite my total enjoyment.  I realize I let you get into an awkward
physical position and I practically raped your mouth.  I am sorry.  Sit on
the floor and lean against the sofa, spread your legs and I will kneel in
front of you.

Without being asked, I skinned his foreskin back from his cock head and
held it there.  He used a fingernail to open the plastic wrapper around the
cap on the poppers.  I just sort of played with his cock until it was
midway between flaccid and erect and I knew the foreskin would remain
behind his cock head's rim.  When we were both fully erect he sniffed the
popper bottle and then held it to my nose.  He rubbed his cock head across
my lips and slowly entered my mouth.







Conrad told me to pull on his balls, as it would slow him down.  We would
pause, pass the poppers back and forth and, I must admit, it was a dream
like, floating kind of sex.  Conrad mouth fucked me lovingly but
passionately until his big fuck tool unloaded and his man juice poured into
my mouth. It was much easier and more enjoyable to swallow this time.

He tipped me over sideways and hugged me until we were able to move again.

Conrad asked - did you cum., Baby?

Yes, and I didn't even jack it.  Can you cum again?

Are you kidding, Baby.  That was the most intense cum I have ever had in my
life.  I never dreamed so much pleasure could come from my dick.  But,
believe me, you have left me not only soft but shriveled up and completely
dry.

I'm glad. I feel a need to make you happy.

You did, believe me.  You know what bothers me?

No.  What?

If I keep doing this with you, I am going to become a bi-sexual.  I have
never had hotter sex with anyone.

Now, having seen Conrad in the buff, I can add to his description.  He was
broad shouldered, had strong arms, prominent veins and fine blond hair on
his forearms and legs.  He was not a body builder but his body was more
than adequate - one I am sure many men would envy.

Before you get dressed Conrad, I have something to tell you: I want you to
arrange guys for me.  I want to be a cocksucker for men.

To start the plan I was to ride my bid down Second Street every day after
school, if I could manage it.  So, I started through town on the way home
from school, every day I was able to, looking for him to come out of the
bar, checking both sides of the block for parked cars or him walking down
the sidewalk.  By arrangement, he would speak to me, even if he were with
another guy.  If he didn't speak to me, I was to continue on without
stopping.  School closed at 3:30 and I was in the block by 3:40.  If he
wasn't around, I went on home.

The plan worked.  I was, as Conrad said I would be, amazed at how many men
wanted blowjobs.  I also was amazed that even married guys wanted to have
their cocks serviced.  Some of the experiences were great, some turned out
less even than good.  Some of the great times are indelibly engraved in my
memory as well as some of not so good. If there are any readers left, I
will relate the best one to you.







Chapter 3:

The best of all my experiences occurred while I was still in my last year
of junior high and still thirteen years old.  Conrad and another man were
sitting in the front seat of a car parked across the street and down a half
block from the beer tavern.

Conrad motioned me over.  I leaned on the sill of the open window.  Conrad
made small talk until I signaled my interest.  He said - chain your bike to
a streetlight and climb in the back.

Conrad said - this is Mr. Clayton.  I have already told him your name.  Mr.
Clayton said hi Toby.

Hi Mr. Clayton.

My first name is Michael, everyone calls me Mike or Clay, and you can call
me either.

Thanks.  I kind of like Clay; I have never heard of anyone with that name
before.

Toby, I think I have seen you before.  Do we know each other?

No.  But, I do know who you are.  I saw your picture in the paper when you
opened your new law office.  I have also seen you in the Coffee Shop and
twice in the post office in the evenings when my mom had sent me to mail a
letter.  One time you were wearing bedroom slippers.

You are very observant.

I am when I think a man is handsome.  (He was not a large man but he was
totally masculine He had wavy black hair that fell over his forehead,
prominent eye brows above dark brown eyes, his mouth was broad, especially
when he smiled which seemed to be all the time.  His teeth were perfection.
He was really hairy but his body hair was not long - maybe it had to do
with his ethnic background.  He was nicely tanned (the tan was obvious
because of a speedo line).  His dick was the biggest I would ever encounter
in my hometown - a thick eight inches.  I worried if I could take it all.
The most fascinating things about his cock were a prominent circumcision
line about two inches above his cock rim, where the skin color turned into
a darker flesh color and a huge urinary canal along the bottom of his shaft
- of course, I didn't know all these details until I saw him in bed.
Clay's strongest physical attraction to me was that he had a prominent
Adam's apple, something I had never noticed about men before and a cleft
chin.

In additional to the above physical description and maybe of more
importance was his persona.  How can I describe it?  Boyish?  Impish?  Lets
settle on a combination.

Thanks, Toby; I think you are handsome, too.






Conrad interrupted to explain to me Clay was married.  His wife had been in
Denver for two weeks because she is late in her ninth month of pregnancy
and wanted to be with her mother and near her family doctor when the baby
came.  We are going to Clay's house.  Clay is in dire need of some service.
He only comes into the bar occasionally after office hours, but he dropped
in early today because he wants you to give some attention to his cock.

We pulled into Clay's driveway and entered the back door, which opened onto
a stairwell landing half way between the basement and the kitchen.  Clay
threw Conrad a can of beer out of the fridge and he opened one for himself.
Conrad sat down in the kitchen; Clay led me into a bedroom at the rear of
the house.  He took his suit coat and pants off, continued to strip and
asked me if I would please do the same.  The bed was unmade: Clay jumped in
and spread his legs apart.  He motioned for me to get on top of him.  Clay
pulled me up so our faces were together and began French kissing kiss me.
His hands roamed all over my back, even my arms and my hands and over the
hair at the back of my neck.

Toby, stick your hand down between us and feel my cock.  (It wasn't erect
but his dick went down between his legs and was dragging on the bed sheet.)

Do you like it?  Do you want it?  What do you want to do to it?

I want to suck it or fuck it with my mouth.  But, mainly I want to make you
shoot hot fuck juice out of your fuck tool into my mouth.

My, you are already making me hard, can you feel it

Oh yes.  It is really big.  I love it.  (I had discovered guys liked to be
flattered when I told them how I loved their cock.)

Feel my balls.  (It felt like he had a long loose ball sac.  I remembered
what Conrad had told my about pulling nuts down to delay climax.)

Do you like them?

Oh yes, would you like me to lick them or suck them?

You're a nasty talking little boy.  There is nothing I love better than a
nasty talking little boy.  You're already getting me excited.  Now that
you've got me all hot, lick my balls and cock for a starter.

I licked his balls, and sucked one into my mouth.  He flinched and said to
be careful; they were really sensitive (aren't everybody's?).  He body
jerked again when I pulled on his nut sac. I eased up a bit, but still
pulled.  I started on his cock, licking the head, licking up and down the
shaft and started sucking it.  I didn't attack it.  I took it very slowly
and with my mouth open full wide and full of spit.  When I was doing
married guys





I tried to imitate what I thought a pussy must feel like for them.  He kept
making little love noises.  I really knew he liked it when he changed
positions so he was on top of me and pushed his dick into my mouth, working
it in and out with long slow strokes. I felt his urinary canal enlarge and
with my tongue I actually felt his cum shooting down to his piss slip. He
stopped dead.  His cum flowed into my mouth.  I had brought Clay to
organism.

We pissed together after we recovered and Clay drove us back to where my
bike was chained to the streetlight.

The following Sunday afternoon I was biking past Clay's house on the way to
the elementary school.  I frequented the school playground, as there were
basketball courts; elementary kids and older guys both hung out there. Clay
was mowing the lawn, saw me and waved for me to come over to him.  He shut
the mower off and said:

Toby, I want you to know how much I enjoyed you.  You brought me to such
full satisfaction.  I really needed that. I loved what we did together.

Thanks.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go hang out a while at courts at North Elementary.

Got time to detour for a Coke?

Sure.

I've got two more swipes along the walk and I'm done.  Then you can follow
me to the garage and let me get this mower stashed.

He came to the back door with a coke and a beer.

I want to show you something in the basement.

(Conrad's warning sounded alarms in my head).

I don't know.

I can understand that.  Conrad said you were not to go with anyone unless
he was with you.  Do you want me to phone him? (That sort of assured me.)

No, not necessarily.  What do you want to show me?

Maybe show is the wrong word; I want to do the exact same thing that we did
a few days ago.  I just want to show you to tie me up.


Why?

It's a fantasy, a secret one.  I have never told anyone before.  Would you
please try?  You can take my cell phone with us if you want to. Please,
Toby, I have only climaxed once in the past month, and you made me do it.
I am constantly erect.

Can we leave the door open and just lock the screen door?

Sure, if that would make you feel more comfortable.  We can even go back to
the bedroom and forget my fantasy if you want.

Let just go to the basement.  What is a fantasy?

A dream - in my case a sexual dream.  If you help me fulfill it I will
shoot you more fuck juice than you will be able to swallow.

We both shucked our clothes.  Clay had me tie his legs and arms to his
computer chair at his computer desk, in front of his computer.  We located
the chair sideways to the desk and he scooted forward in the chair so I had
access to his already hard cock.

Clay told me that he had porno pics on disks and he wanted to look at them
while I made love to his cock.  He told me when to change icons, when to
change photos, when to suck on his cock, when to pause.  I soon grasped the
idea that he wanted to prolong his enjoyment and delay his climax as long
as possible.  When he finally climaxed and I received the juice of his
loins, I untied him, he bent over and told me to spank him hard so he would
feel punished for playing with me and not feel guilty about cheating on his
wife.

Why does a married man do this, Clay?

Because I am a bi-sexual.  I have only had a few experiences but I know I
am.  I am hotter now than I have ever been in my life because you are
participating.  You are the only person I have ever known that seems to
like sex as much as I do.  He then explained that I had helped him have a
controlled cum.

Toby, I think I am going to Denver tomorrow to be with my wife.  She called
just before I started mowing the lawn.  But, when we get settled down with
the new baby, I will contact you somehow. O K?

In about two weeks, Clay did call and asked if I would be interested in a
part time job caring for his lawn and flowerbeds?  I jumped at the chance.

Mrs. Clayton's first name was Kimberly, shortened to Kim and the baby was
Ann Kimberly.  She let me hold her.  It was the first time I had ever held
a baby.

Both she and Clay developed into good friends and they were my favorite
people.






I learned that Clay (Kim called him Clay, except when she was angry with
him she called him Michael), was a real clown, much like a kid.  One day I
had just finished the lawn and he came home from an errand for Kim.  He
unloaded the groceries on the kitchen counter and then took a wrapped,
banquette loaf of French bread, about two feet long and stuck one end of it
between his legs and held it up at a 45 degree angle, saying to Kim: What
doe's this remind you of?

Kim walked out of the room saying: Toby, you will have to excuse my husband
he has a sense of humor that is sometimes in very poor taste.

Another day, Clay backed the car out of the garage ten or twenty feet and
said he and Kim were going to go down town.  Then he grabbed me from the
back and started humping my ass, just as Kim appeared around the corner of
the house.  Meanwhile Taylor had come to meet me and was witnessing the
whole show.

Michael, what do you think you are doing?

Well, Toby was scratching his buns and I thought maybe I could fix his itch
for him.  Kim got into the car and slammed the door.  Clay reached over bit
my earlobe and said.  "Lets kiss and make up.  That can be fun, too."  Then
he got into the car and waved at me as he backed off the driveway.

Taylor's mouth was wide open.

God, Toby, did you see his hard on through his pants when he was humping
you?

No, but I felt it?

He must have an enormous dick?

He does, believe me.

Toby, let's go to my house and jack off.  My dick is so hard.

No.  I have no intention of jacking away a hard on that Clay gave me.  I'm
just going to enjoy it as long as it lasts.

The next time I saw Taylor he began a little inquisition.  First he asked
me if I had ever sucked off Brian Locke.

Hey Taylor, get real!  Even if I did I don't think I would admit to sucking
a dick.  Ask Locke; a guy who gets sucked is probably more apt to admit to
the act.

Have you ever jacked him off?  (Locke had told him, I was glad. I wanted
him to know I did.)

Yes I have Taylor, all the way off and he shot his fuck juice all over my
face.




But beware, Taylor.  There were no witnesses, I am more careful than you,
so don't go talking that around.  Remember you and several other guys
exposed yourselves and jacked some guys off out in the broad daylight.  You
had a lot of witnesses.
  Witnesses are proof.  Without witnesses its just rumor.

How did you get so buddy-buddy with Conrad and Clay?

What do you mean by buddy-buddy - like we hang out together all the time?

No, I just see you together with them really often, laughing and having a
good time together.

Hey, Taylor.  We have become friends.  Friends are people that enjoy each
other, laugh over the same things.  They just happen to be older that I am;
some of my friends are younger.  All my friends weren't born on the same
day, in the same month and year as I was.

Oh.

I walked away thinking I was right originally; he was an asshole.  I also
begin to think he really had jacked Locke off in the tent that night.
Maybe he was dealing with being gay and didn't know how to get any action
without getting in trouble.  He sure seemed to have an interest in my
relations with men.  I was going to caution both Conrad and Clay about him.

Also, I told Conrad to be very selective about any new encounters.  I was
so content with him and Clay that I didn't need more in any great numbers.

My freshman year in high school went smoothly.  In my sophomore year a new
teacher would come to town one that I would absolutely drool over.

More to follow.