Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 21:20:28 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 4

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SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 4

Chapter 1

I had one year of high school left.  Clay liked to tease me with remarks
about our father and son relationship.  Even though he loved to get into,
as he called it, my boy-twat, he still liked me to go down on his dick.  We
did have a lot of home and out-of-town games both, but I never knew what to
expect when I went up to his law office.  One time he would lock the door
naked, lie down on the couch and pull my mouth toward his already erect
cock.  Another time there would be a tube of KY on the corner of his desk.

Conrad had started dating a young woman named Sharon. He told me not to
worry about it.  Sharon was an old-fashioned Catholic.  No sex until after
the trip down the aisle.  And, marriage was probably a good eighteen months
away.  Plus, he could never get along without me, reminding me that Clay
was married.  Conrad was busy at the furniture store so we just got
together about once every three weeks.  One time he surprised the shit out
of me.

He said - Toby, take my pants down but before you do anything, just take a
look and tell me what you see.

Oh Christ Conrad!  Why the fuck did you do that? (He had been circumcised.)

Does it bother you that much?

Yes!  I'll never be able to push your foreskin over your big cockhead
again.
  You better kiss and hug me right now or I'll start crying for the first
time since you took me to meet Aaron.  You've taken away one of the most
pleasurable things I ever did.

Toby, make your mouth really wet.  I am crazy to mouth fuck you.  But be
careful.  I am still tender down there.

Shortly after Thanksgiving I received a written invitation, from Mr. And
Mrs. Michael Clinton, to a holiday cocktail party to be held at their home
on one of the Fridays between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  My mother
insisted I buy a suit, new shirt and necktie and black dress shoes for the
occasion.


It turned out to be fun.  Kim's hors d'oeuvres were fantastic and covered
the entire dining room table.  A lot of women guests asked her if she used
a Denver caterer to prepare them.  They required frequent replenishing all
evening.  Every body was pigging out.  Being a teenager, I managed to get
my share.

Kim and Clay greeted all the ladies and shook hands with all the men as
they entered.  They both planted kisses on me and squarely on the mouth.
Kim took my hand and led me to the bar that had been set up to separate the
kitchen from the breakfast nook.

She introduced me to Brad Kinney, who was tending bar, who I already knew.
Kim told him - Brad, Toby is not quite eighteen.  So, he is limited to soft
drinks.  Joking but, at the same time serious, she said - I don't want his
parents on my case.  Understood?

I had been in high school with Brad, but he had already graduated and was
in his second year at the local junior college.

Hi, Toby - Coke, Diet Coke, 7-UP?

Coke please.

I suggest Diet Coke.  He didn't wait for an answer but poured one and added
a small shot of whiskey to it and winked at me.

When you want a refill, wait until there is nobody else at the bar and just
ask for "the same".

Conrad and Sharon plus Aaron had arrived before me and sought me out when I
returned to the Living Room with my "Coke".  Aaron whispered that the room
was full of School District People.  The Superintendent of Schools, my high
school Principal, Mr.  Johnson. and some school board members. He whispered
that Clay was the attorney for the school district.

On one occasion, Clay and I were talking when Mr. Johnson walked up and put
his hand on my shoulder.

Mr. Clayton what is your relationship to Toby here?

Clay smiled at me and responded: Toby and I enjoy several different
relationships (Shit, please don't play the clown Clay.  I didn't know what
is he was going to say?).  Toby mows my lawn and shovels snow off my walks.
He is a part time baby sitter.  He is also an unofficially adopted son.  (I
felt so good over his remark.)  He put his arm around my waist from the
back pulled me close to him.  In the process I almost spilled my drink.


Mr. Johnson said: Well I think you are both very lucky people.  The high
school faculty is very proud of Toby and I know the Superintendent and
school board members all hold you in high regard, Mr. Clayton.

After Johnson was out of hearing range, Clay leaned over and whispered in
my ear: Did you notice that brown stuff on his nose?  (I loved Clay when he
horsed around.  He was just like a buddy my own age.)

After a while, I said my goodbye to Kim and Clay, then to Conrad and
Sharon.
  When I said goodbye to Aaron I knew he was dying to ask to ask me when we
could get together.  Pulling Clay's trick on him, I scratched his palm when
he offered me his hand and mouthed the word "tomorrow".  He ever so
slightly nodded that he understood.

I also returned my glass to Brad and told him I enjoyed seeing him again.

Me too. Is your weekend booked solid?

I'm free except Saturday until one o'clock in the afternoon.

Cool.  Could I give you a call or drop by your house?

Just drop by at one o'clock.

I smiled all the way home.  Brad was a tall, lanky stud with tight, little
buns that rivaled Aaron's.  His package couldn't be concealed even if he
buried it under three jockstraps.  He wore glasses, but in his case they
enhanced his sexiness. I had never heard the word gaydar, but Brad was the
first guy I ever had the almost certain feeling that he just might be
looking for a little more than just hanging out together for a while.  I
don't know why I felt that way, but I did and very strongly, too. I wanted
a get together.  It would be my first time with someone in my age group.

At 8:30 Saturday morning, I was knocking at Aaron's door.  He barely
cracked the door and looked out before he opened it.  He was wearing
absolutely nothing.  He didn't even say hello.  He was so sleepy he did
well to unlock and open the door.  He wobbled back to the bedroom, took a
piss and jumped back into bed. I shucked my clothes and got in with him,
spooned his back and put my arms around him.

Love you, Toby; just give me a few minutes to wake up.

Don't wake up now, just go back to sleep (I loved to take him when he was
half asleep).  I was so warm and comfortable I fell asleep for over an
hour.  I awoke with a fully hard cock exploring Aaron's warm buns.

I turned around and got Aaron's KY out of his bedside table and entered him
slowly until I was all the way in and I could feel his buns on my pubes.
When I began fucking him he moved his upper body forward and lifted his top
leg to give me easier access.  He made the nicest little noises when he got
fucked first thing in the morning.


Toby, waking up with your big, teen cock up my ass has got to be the most
wonderful way in the world to wake up.

We fixed and ate breakfast together.  At noon I left, went home and tidied
myself up before Brad came.  He was knocking at the door at exactly one
o'clock.

Hey Brad, that's one good-looking pickup truck.

It belonged to my uncle.  It's five years old but has only 56,000 miles on
it.  When he told my dad he was going to trade it in, dad asked him what he
wanted for it.  He said he would sell it for Blue Book, which was more than
a dealer would give him.  He had just put all new tires on it just before
he decided to trade it in.  Dad gave it to me because I will need wheels
when I go to college next year.  It's clean as a whistle.

Toby, have you ever hung out at the river?

Yea, but not too often.

Brad headed to the next town upriver then turned and crossed the river
bridge.  The river had several narrow islands, plus one big one in the
middle.  At the big island the road was on fill.  Riprap protected the fill
during rare floods.  In the middle of the island was a turn off that led
down to the center island by means of a ramp, also protected by riprap.  I
guess county maintenance crews needed to use it for some reason.  At the
bottom of the ramp was a small area where two or three vehicles could park.

Brad pulled the seat forward and got a paper sack out from behind it.  We
had wandered into the Cottonwoods about fifty feet when we met Taylor and
three other guys heading for the ramp.

Taylor said - Brad if we hung out with you for a while could you give us a
ride home?

Sorry guys.  My truck seats two and you know Colorado law prohibits
carrying people in the bed of a pickup.  Besides Toby and I came down here
to have a little private chat.  (I suppressed a smile.  Brad had ticked
Taylor off.  Taylor had been looking at Brad's crotch and it was obvious
why he wanted to hang around.)

The sack had four cans of beer.  I intended to drink only one but ended up
having two as Brad said he didn't want to drive if he had more than two.

We started talking about school, girls and dudes we both new, then Brad
slowly began directing the discussion toward semi-sexual subjects.


You know, Toby the girls in this town piss me off.

Why?

They are either would be Barbie Dolls looking for Ken Dolls with expensive
wheels and fat billfolds, or they belong to the fanatical fringe of the
religious spectrum and wouldn't let a man's hand within two feet of their
boobs, let alone their box.

Well, Brad, there are 21 churches listed in the Yellow Pages and only 6
bars.  That should tell you something.

That's funny.  I never checked out those statistics.

But don't shit me Brad, a good-looking, well-hung stud like you probably
gets all the tail he wants.  (Did I say Brad was directing the
conversation?)

Mr. Mason, have you been checking out my package?

Checking?  It is obvious even to a passing glace, you surely know that.

I think all guys check out other guys, Toby.  I know I do.  By the way, I
checked you out when you when you answered my knock on your door; you
weren't hiding behind the door when cocks were passed out, ether.

But back to my scoring, to be truthful, I haven't yet.  Have you?

Chalk up a zero for me, too.  Would you like to get your pecker initiated?

Oh shit yea.  Everybody says it is so fucking hot.  Toby, the only thing I
have ever done was mess around with a few friends in school.  You probably
have, too.  Everyone goes through that stage, I guess.  It is just a part
of boys growing up.  And to quote you a statistic, I once read that
twenty-five percent of high school sophomores worry that they're gay.

When we came down to the river, it was a nice day with warm sun and cool
air, but a wind had come up and the temperature would drop quite soon.

Hey, Toby, lets pull out and go to my house.  My parents are in Nebraska
for the weekend.  Do you have anything better planned?

Sounds great to me.


Good.  Toby.  We can pick up some more beer and order a pizza.  Hold on a
second.  I need to take a piss.  He didn't turn away from me; he just took
it out and pissed.  I decided to join him (what the hell).  I got semi
erect (that always makes pissing easier).  Brad wasn't' as big as I thought
he might be; he had a really fat six and a half inches and big, big balls.
Brad was one of those guys that don't just take it out of their pants to
piss; he dropped his pants and underwear and let it all hang out.  I just
fished mine out of my pants, but when I saw what he had done I fished my
balls out too.  Neither of us made any comment, but we both spent longer
than necessary in shaking the last drop; it was obvious that we were
checking out the other's equipment.

Let me show you my room, Toby.  My dad is a real handy man.  He finished
the attic for me when I entered high school.  I was impressed with his digs
and told him so.  The gable ends had big, new, sliding windows and the
central part of the 36-foot long room had full headroom.  It also had a
small bath.  He ordered a pizza and we drained a few more beers while
eating, his two to my one. When we finished, Brad started to throw the
pizza box in the trash under the sink.

Shit!  The garbage container is full.  I forgot my mom told me to empty it.
Excuse me a minute while I take care of it.

Want me to do it?

No, but you carry the pizza box and I'll carry the garbage.

We went out to the alley.  Brad tossed the garbage in first and then I
crushed the pizza box and threw it in.  When I turned around, Brad made his
move.  He pressed me against the garage wall and pushed his dick filled
crotch into mine.  He was rock hard.

Backing off, he said - Sorry, Toby, I shouldn't have done that.

Why not?

I'm a little too horny.  I don't want to spoil a nice afternoon with making
you angry.

Brad!  We've both been more than a little too horny since one o'clock.  So
what?  Can't you just enjoy being that way?

You aren't angry?

Brad, I was really pleased that you asked me what I was doing this weekend
as I left the party last night.  I could have said I was busy all weekend.
I wanted to hang out with you.  You are older than I am and I find your
interest flattering.  You said all boys experiment with sex.  Gees, we are
somewhere between being boys and being men.  Brad, if you're hot and want
to fool around, I am, too.


I was hoping you would give me head.

Brad, I was hoping you would fuck my ass.

Oh shit, Toby, do you mean that?

So much so, I came prepared.  I have some lube in my jacket pocket.

He had a single bed, but that made for coziness.  I took his dick and
guided it into my boy pussy.  I knew it had to be done in a hurry - he was
one hot, sex deprived, college dude desperate to get his rocks off with his
cock buried into another body.

Toby, I don't want to hurt you.

You won't if you push it in slowly.  Please, Brad don't sink it in all in
one push.

Finally, I said - Take me.

He didn't need to be told twice.  He might have downed beer like a man, but
he fucked like a boy. He fucked with passion, with lust, with force.  The
idea of sharing pleasure with me never entered into his mind.  He was
scoring for the first time and it consumed him.  It mattered not that he
was plowing a girl's pussy or a boy's ass.  He grunted and screamed.  He
collapsed on top of me as his dick jerked and his urinary canal transferred
the contents of his balls down to his cock head and into the depths of my
boy pussy.  He had finally fucked.  He could fancy himself a man now even
though he had fucked a boy who had offered himself, rather than a girl he
had seduced.

I now understood what Clay meant by the difference between getting your
rocks off and participatory sex.  Brad had left me out of the pleasure.



Chapter 2

Graduation night was held the week prior to Memorial Day. The class waited,
out of sight, until everyone was seated, before beginning the processional
march.  We slow marched down the aisles and into our seats at the front of
the Auditorium.  I opened the Graduation Program and I thought I was going
to pass out.  I was the Class Valedictorian.  I had no idea this would
happen.  I knew I had maintained a high grade average, but so had a lot of
other students.

The Class marched in alphabetical order up one side of the stage and down
the other.  Thank God my name began with "M"; if it had begun with "A" I
don't think my legs would have been able to walk up the stairs to the
stage. The Superintendent of Schools presented the diplomas and
congratulated each student.


The graduation had been typical of a small town high school.  But, I had to
admit it had made me happy. When the ceremony was finished the Class
gathered in the Lobby or immediately outside the Lobby on the entry
walk. At first the class members were hugging and congratulating each
other.  Eventually the parents and others filtered out.  I thought I was
going to be squeezed to death.

My parents hugged and kissed me and told me how proud of me they were.
Conrad and Sharon congratulated me and kissed me.  Next came Clay and Kim.
Clay picked me up, spun me around full circle and planted a kiss on my
cheek.  Kim gave me a kiss and a hug.  Aaron approached me, smiling, not
saying a word.  We remained motionless and looked into each other's eyes as
long as we dared without being obvious.

Next, someone wrapped his or her arms around me from the back.  I twisted
around.  It was Brad.

Congratulations, Toby, I am happy for you and proud of you.

Thanks Brad, I'm really pleased that you came tonight.

The evening ended.  I felt much loved but at the same time sad.

The next time Clay and I were together he told me he always knew I was a
smart little prick, but he didn't know I was the smartest little prick in
town.  I received scholarship offers from several of the state colleges and
universities, plus an unexpected one from the University of Denver. Clay
was really excited about the Denver University offer and encouraged me to
accept it.  It was his alma mater.  I did accept DU's offer and started
classes the following September.  I not only loved Clay, but I valued his
judgment.

I was missing Aaron; he had gone to Greeley to work on a Masters Degree/



Chapter 3

In late August Clay took me to Denver and we went to see one of Denver
University's Vice-Chancellors.  Clay had worked on me ever since graduation
that I should pursue a career in law and I finally caved into him.  When
the Chancellor told me the estimated costs of graduating with a J.D. degree
in law above and beyond what my four-year scholarship would include I about
fell off my chair.  He also explained that 20 percent of the students
entered with scholarships and 85 percent were legible for either state or
federal aid.

Walking back to Clay's van I was about ready to renege on Clay, which he
must have sensed because of my solemn mood.  He grabbed my arm and led me
the next bench along the walk, one in the shade of a big tree.


Toby, I know what I want to say, but it if comes out in a disorganized
fashion forgive me.  I just need to let it all spill out even though I
haven't thought of exactly how to say it.  First, to clear up something
that should have been cleared up a long time ago, I want you to know I am
not a pedophile.  When Conrad first told me about you it just sounded kind
of kinky, similar to my liking to be tied up.  We both know what it has led
to.  And right here and now, let me say for what must be the one hundred
and first time - I love you.

Kim is right. I am a clown.  But, I am not a fool and only a fool would
fail to recognize that I owe you more than I have ever owed anyone in the
world.  Toby, having you for a young sex partner actually saved my marriage
many times.

Clay, you aren't making sense.  I know you aren't a pedophile - if you were
you would have traded me in on a new model years ago.  You don't owe me a
penny.  We continued after our first time because I wanted to as much as
you did.  I really needed you. I love you, too.  If you don't know that by
now you are a fool.  Why do you say you owe me anything?

OK - understood - let me go on.  I have made past references about a father
and son relationship.  I knew people took it as a joke, which I wanted them
to, but I was serious.  I thought you grabbed my true meaning.  Toby, you
are the nearest thing to a son I might ever have.  Then, I want to confide
in you something that even Kim doesn't know.

I am from Kansas City, the only son of a very rich, old money family.  My
parents had both died by the time I came to Denver to study law.  I sold
our family home in Kansas City and left few traces of my background, except
for brokerage firm correspondence, which is always addressed to my office.

Toby, I can easily afford and desperately want you to let me cover any and
all expenses that you encounter at Denver University that are above and
beyond what your scholarship covers.

Don't get angry with me, but I know your dad works for the railroad and
your parents are certainly not poor but they can't be termed rich, either.

He held up his hand in a motion that said, "Just listen to me."

I have told them my intentions and they responded that they hoped you would
accept as I could open doors for you that they wanted to but could not dare
to even dream.

Clay, give me a Kleenex, I need to blow my nose. (I was overwhelmed and on
the verge of tears.)


He handed me a Kleenex and said: Don't you dare get emotional on me.  I
have a much better idea.

What's that?

Let's catch something to eat, check into a motel and blow our nuts instead
of your nose.

Clay, have I ever told you why I love you?

No, but I can guess.  I am handsome beyond belief, have an 8 inch, fat
cock, like young boys and you have just learned I am a multi - millionaire.

Ass hole.  I started to explain that the reason I have never told you is
that I can't adequately explain it with words.  It is just something that
surges out from deep inside me every time I see you.

He checked to see that nobody was in sight and he leaned his head over and
bit my ear lobe.

You explained not only your feelings for me but my feelings for you, too,
and believe me Toby, those "deep inside feelings" encompass my whole mind
and body, not just my groin.

More to follow,