Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2002 14:34:08 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 7

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SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - Part 7

Chapter 1

Knowing we were both ready to burst our nuts, I led him into a 69 position,
raised my top leg, telling him to do the same.  With full access to each
other's wanton cocks, two cocksuckers quickly reached mutual, sexual
satisfaction.

After a few minutes I turned around and kissed him.

Oh God, Toby that was indescribable. The only times I have sucked a cock it
was sticking out of a guy's fly.  Never have I seen a naked man's crotch up
close, been able to feel his balls, reach his nipples, see his pubic hairs
and have a long lasting suck without fear of being caught.

Harlan, in actuality, we weren't sucking cock.  We were making love to each
other.  There is a big difference.  You will come to realize that.  It was
good for me too.

Toby: Do you think my cock is funny?

God, no!  Why?

Because of my pee hole?

Harlan you have, what I believe in medical terms, is hypospadias, which is
a penis deformity occurring usually in bent cocks, even though yours is not
bent.  It sure didn't look like a deformity to me.  It is beautiful and
exciting.  I love it.  Toby your penis is not deformed or funny, it is
unique.  Unique things are always more prized than ordinary things.

The coffee maker, coffee and mugs having been previously unpacked, I made
coffee.  I didn't hear Harlan getting up until I heard the piano being
played.  While the coffee brewed, I went into the Living Room to listen to
him playing.

Oh Toby, this is a beautiful piano, do you play?

No, in fact I am sort of storing it right now.  Do you want it?  (I'm not
above a bribe now and then except in legal practice).  If you do and are
not going to Hollywood, I will send the owner a check today.  I never saw a
kid happier than Harlan was at that moment.  Neither had I ever been
smothered with kisses while standing stark naked in front of a floor-
to-ceiling wall of glass with no blinds.








Harlan and I concluded that the best use of Saturday would be to go
shopping.  In the Explorer he started making a list of needed items - those
needed immediately - those needed soon.  First, though, I took him into a
mall and bought him some underwear, shorts and tee shirts.  I picked out a
nice pair of Nautica brand slacks, sport shirt, socks and casual shoes and
told him I thought he should be dressed up Sunday Morning when we met his
friend's mother.

It was a fun day.  We started with buying dinnerware, glassware and
flatware for everyday use. I was impressed with the taste he displayed as
we made our choices.  Then, reading from his list he told me I was going to
need an ironing board, iron, vacuum, etc.  Before long instead of "I was
going to need" it became "we were going to need".

Harlan, I guess you plan on staying?

Yes, but only because of the piano, nothing to do with your big dick.  He
dug his elbow into my ribs. I smiled at him and, unnoticeable to anyone
else, he made a slight kissing motion with his lips and returned my smile.
The last thing we did was load up with groceries and run the Explorer
through a car wash.

Sunday morning both of use were dressed up and driving to Costa Mesa in a
shiny clean car. The friend's mother's name was Mary Sullivan and the boy
was Robbie.  Beethoven literally jumped into Harlan's arms and stayed
there.  She convinced Harlan to walk across the street to his house with
her and ask his dad for some of his belongings. Mary took some plastic
garbage bags with her, in case the dad condescended.  Mary went into the
house with him and they started stacking stuff on the driveway, just
outside the back door.  He had taken some CD's, cassettes, sheet music,
some clothing and his dad had agreed to him taking his mother's recipe
books and a framed, photo portrait of her. I told him to get his birth
certificate, school records - that sort of stuff.

Mary said that the father didn't ask who I was or where Harlan was staying.
I asked if I should volunteer the information.  She said no.  She had that
information and would tell him how to find Harlan in the event he asked.
Harlan wanted Robbie to come home with us for a week, saying the two of
them could help me with the painting.  Mary responded that the two of them
had painted a room for her and done a professional job.  However, she
seemed a little reluctant to allow Robbie to come with us, which I could
understand.  Robbie was a cute 13-year-old blond boy and small for his age.
I suggested that she and her husband come over around 4:30 and see our new
house.  Harlan added that he would fix dinner.








She agreed, as that would give Robbie time to clean up and her time to get
some clothes together for him.  She also told me Harlan was a better cook
than she was, he learned it from his mother.

So Harlan, Beethoven and I returned via the grocery store again to buy a
roast, salad fixings and some fresh, cut flowers.  Then we stopped to buy
two additional, twin size, air mattresses, bed linen and blankets to fit
them.

I told Harlan it would queer the deal if Mary saw one air mattress and one
sofa as sleeping accommodations.  Also, I told Harlan that I had heard
Robbie refer to him, sort of on the QT, as Hardon and asked why he did
that.  Harland said it was a nickname, sort of a takeoff on Harlan.
Robbie's nickname was Trigger as he always prematurely ejaculated and he
only into jacking off and mutual masturbation.

We made a good team.  We tidied the house, which needed very little, ran
the new vacuum and made up the twin, air mattresses in the bedroom that was
eventually to become Harlan's and started working on dinner.  Harlan opened
all the closets, cupboards, and other storage places; he found a damask
tablecloth, dinnerware, silver flat ware and wine glasses that had belonged
to my mom.  Along with the flowers, the table setting was elegant.
Robbie's parents and I had cocktails. The meal, roast loin of pork, was
delicious - Harlan was an accomplished cook.  Mary was quite charming.
Dale, the husband, was a dud, very difficult to converse with and his
consumption of cocktails seemed to be the evening's only attraction for
him.

Everything went well, though, and Robbie stayed with us for a week.  Not
too much painting was accomplished but it was a good adjustment period for
Harlan.  While Robbie was in the bathroom, when we were getting ready for
bed, Harlan told me that Robbie's dad was just one step higher than his.

When it came time to go to bed, Harlan said he would sleep with Robbie in
the room with the twin airbeds, but he would get in bed with me as soon as
Robbie feel asleep.

Within an hour, I sensed Harlan crawling in beside me.

Between kisses, Harlan began telling me how hot he thought gay sex was, now
that I had showed him how to suck cock.  I responded that cock sucking was
just the tip of man-sex pleasures.

I thought you might want a 3-way, us plus Robbie having sex together?

Tomorrow maybe.  Now I don't feel like sharing.  I need you.  God, Toby, I
never dreamed that I would ever have a big, man cock to play with - to look
at and to touch.









You do now Harlan and you do what ever you want to do with it.  It is yours
as much as it is mine and I hope you feel yours belongs to me, also.

I got on top of Harlan and placed his legs over my shoulders.  I made love
to his cock and to him.  He returned the favor and I slept very well.

It was Wednesday night before we got around to having a 3-way with Robbie.
Harlan had told me that Robbie thought I didn't like him because we hadn't
had sex with him.  Well, I had a surprise for the boys.  I had stopped by a
porno bookstore and arcade on the way home and purchased three cock rings.
The one for Robbie was leather with a Velcro fastening device that would
tighten up even if he had a small endowment (which I had not as yet seen).
Two were for adults (Harlan's dick was quite fat).

I told them I had brought them home because they would slow down Robbie's
tendency to prematurely climax.  Both boys thought they were swell things,
especially how they made a guy's cock "stick out in front" as they
described it.  Harlan had told Robbie I would teach him how to suck cock.
On the QT, Harlan and I plotted to team up on him and really get him going.

Robbie didn't have the biggest cock I had ever seen but it sure was one of
the hardest.  I had told Harlan as to his role - kiss Robbie and play with
his nipples while I sucked him.  Then, when Robbie seemed really hot I
wanted Harlan to stick his dick in Robbie's mouth. I put Robbie' legs over
my shoulders and my face right into his package, but I kept taking long
pauses, letting him cool down, then I'd stick my middle finger up his ass
and start again.  Finally he was begging us to make him cum.  We all slept
together, crowded into the double bed sized air mattress.  I was in the
middle and had four hands fondling me all night.  Needless to say, I got
little sleep.  Beethoven always slept at the foot of whatever bed Harlan
was in and he seemed to mimic my restlessness.

Not sleeping, my mind roamed over all the matters that would require my
attention since Harlan had told me he wanted to stay with me: Enroll him in
school, keep the old Toyota for him to use as his first car, get his name
on a signature card for my checking account, find out about his
medical/dental history and needs.  What would he be - a nephew?  Would a
nephew be compatible with what Clay had told Charles about his adopting me?
How could I explain things to Clay?  By the time morning came I realized
what it felt like to be a parent - worry, worry, worry.

I telephone Clay.  Surprisingly, he was ecstatic about Harlan.  He said he
had never mentioned to Charles why he adopted me and Charles did not know I
was without relatives - just call Harlan my nephew.  Since we both had the
same surname, who would think to probe further?








We eventually resolved all my other concerns and enrolled Harlan, who was
really an Episcopalian, into a Catholic school for his last two years of
high school, mainly because it was the closest high school to our house.

At the end of the week we took Robbie back to Costa Mesa.  A few days later
Mary called me and said that Robbie talked incessantly about the good time
he had.  Then, she surprised me by saying she knew that Harlan was gay and
that Robbie was tending that way.  She was pleased that someone like me,
and thus understanding, had found Harlan.  Robbie could come back anytime
Harland and I wanted him.  (Oops!  How had she read me as gay?  Harlan said
mothers of gay boys had an extra intuition about the subject.)

Chapter 2

September came.  Harlan and I had replaced the air mattresses with two
queen and two single mattress-box spring sets as I had talked with Frank
and Art about acquiring contemporary furniture and they wanted to come to
Los Angles, as they knew a lot of stores that handled the same
manufacturers as they did.  I couldn't imagine Art and Frank sleeping on
air mattresses.

At the first of the week they called and said they were leaving Tuesday but
couldn't give me an exact day or time of arrival.  I had sent them a map of
how to find the house and said we would expect them when we saw them.

One Friday evening when I arrived home, shortly after school started,
Harlan introduced me to three good-looking guys who each climbed out of the
pool while still naked, to shake my hand as Harlan introduced them to me.
One was a high school junior and two were seniors who all lived in the
neighborhood and liked hanging out with Harlan because he had a pool.  Greg
was the high school junior - a good-looking, dark haired boy, tanned except
where he had been wearing a swimsuit - that region was very fair skinned.
He displayed a cocky attitude that was almost abrasive. James was blond and
his shoulder length hair was tied with a band to form a pony tail - also
good looking.  Bernie, like Greg had dark, short hair.  He had, by far, the
most beautiful face and appeared to be the youngest, even if he was a high
school senior.  Harlan knew them all from school.  Greg and James had 5 to
6 inch, cut cocks.  Bernie's was a small 4 inches uncut.  I was most
interested in Greg's dick.  It was so smooth.  The shaft and cockhead
melded in to one without a circumcision line.  Also, it appeared sort of
puffy, as though it held a promise of more than the eye could see.


Everything seemed to climax at once - Harlan's friends swimming in the
pool, Jon Peters, who I had invited to see to see my new digs and to meet
Harlan, arrived.  Mary, earlier, had delivered Robbie for the weekend.
Plus this was the day Frank and Art might arrive, considering they had left
Denver Tuesday.

More to follow