Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 18:34:06 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN NASTY BOY

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SMALL TOWN NASTY BOY


Hi, I'm Cory, I'm 14 years old and live in a small town.

My dad owns the local hardware store and my mom works there, too.  I am an
only child.  This has mixed blessings - no brothers but no sisters, either.
Guess the blessings cancel each other out.  Anyway, I'm comfortable with
it.

I am almost, but not quite, a blonde.  My hair is long, my eyes are blue
and I am tall for my age.  I wasn't always that way until a few months
before I turned 13; since then I've been having a growth spurt.  My doctor
told me that sometimes happened and that was why my legs were so long in
comparison to my torso.  The doctor didn't say anything about my big dick
but a high school senior I know said the same thing happened to him and
during that period his cock grew to man size and hadn't changed much since.

So here I am, 14 years old with a strong six and a half inch, cut piece of
meat that I love to jack.  Its a good thing I love to because it consumes a
lot of my time - three times a day - the shower in the morning - the boy's
room during lunch break - my bed at night (Its like I can't settle down and
go to sleep until I unload a big wad of cum).

A lot of stuff happens while I'm 14, my last year before high school.

My parents had never been religious so I had never been inside a church.
Then, one evening some neighbors came over for a barbeque in the back yard.
After eating, I split.  The neighbors and my parents started visiting and
the neighbors convinced them to go to their church with them next Sunday.
Unfortunately, that meant me, too.

The "church" turned out be a large storefront affair in a small strip mall
on the edge of town. The "Living Church of God" was definitely out of the
mainstream Protestant variety and the congregation consisted of about 100
families.  One consolation was that the minister was one hot looking dude,
probably in his early thirties, black hair cut short, dark brown eyes and
damn near as skinny as I was.  His name was Reverend Matthew Becker.  The
second consolation was that he was not the "hell fire and damnation type"
but spoke quietly while he preached.  My parents joined that same Sunday.

Two weeks later, the three of us were baptized by immersion in a built-in,
tiled tank on the side of the sanctuary opposite the choir.  It was usually
covered by drapery, so I hadn't noticed it before.  The men went before the
women.  I was the last of the males.  Reverend Becker held my hand as I
entered the baptismal tank, dressed only in a white, cotton robe, the same
as he was.  He placed one hand on my stomach and with the other one pushed
my head down under the water.  I swear he groped my dick in the process and
I felt like a real asshole getting out of the tank sprouting an erection.
The robe was wet and clingy.


Afterwards, in the social hall, Revered Becker was really friendly toward
my parents and overly so to me.  In fact he was solicitous - "You've got to
get involved with the Youth Group - Its so gratifying to see a young boy
joining the church."  You get the idea.  Every time he talked to me I
looked at his dick hanging down his left pant leg.  It appeared he had a
big one and it was so perfectly outlined that I wondered if he was wearing
underwear.  I made up new words for an old tune I heard my grandmother play
on the piano one day when she had a touch of nostalgia after looking at
some old sheet music that her mother had.  I sang it to myself sometimes:
"I dream of Becker with the big, big Pecker."  In fact, I jacked off
several times remembering him copping a feel of my prick and making me hard
and my looking at the outline of his big cock.

A few weeks later, May ended and so did the school year.  Riding home on my
bike, the last day of school, I was hit from the back by a drunk driver.  I
was taken by ambulance 15 miles to a hospital in another small town.  I
remember being rolled on a gurney into the emergency room and sedated, but
that was all I remember until I woke up in intensive care and was taken to
a private room.  My dad was a nervous wreck and my mom was about to shit
rabbits.  What a mess they both were, but I understood their anxiety.  My
parents stayed in the room, my own doctor came to see me and nurses kept
popping in and out.  Finally a nurse asked mom and dad to leave, as I
needed to rest.  Rest I did.  I didn't wake up until about 6 AM.  My mom
came in before she went to work and again at noon.  Only relatives could
visit me.

My injuries consisted of both forearms being broken and a lot of scratches
and bruises on my upper body.  I was told I would need to stay over the
weekend for observation and until the radiologist could take x-rays.  My
doctor wanted to play it safe.  I appeared OK, but things could have
happened internally.

Externally, I was sure OK in the cock department.  I had an erection most
of Saturday morning and how in the hell do you jack off with two broken
arms!  Shortly after mom hand fed me lunch and went back to work, Reverend
Becker appeared - in white shorts, white polo shirt and sandals.  His cock
was, again, clearly visible hanging down the inside of his left leg.  He
apologized for his appearance and said he was just going out the door to
run an errand when he heard about my accident and he came right away.

I remarked that I thought only relatives could visit me.

Relatives and ministers, Cory; do you feel up to my visiting a while?

Sure.  (I liked him and I especially liked looking at his dick bulge.)

I hate visiting with my parishioners when the hall door is open.  I can
close it if I clear it with the floor nurse at the nurse's station.  He
left, returned, hooked a sign over the hallway doorknob and closed the
door.  (Interesting.)

When he positioned a chair and sat down, he was about mid way down along
the bed and facing the bed, I decided to have a little fun with him.  I'd
teach him to grope my cock.


I lifted my leg that was at his side of the bed.  The action lifted the
sheet.  He noticed.

In fact, he looked even when he was talking to me.  Next, I reached down
and managed, trying to do it casually even with my cast, to slide my
hospital gown up level with my stomach.  I knew my cock was hanging down
between my legs and so, of course, were my balls.  I had pubic hairs.  I
hoped he could see them, too.

He had a little more to look at now and I caught him doing it quite often.

I thought of getting it hard for him to look at but I needed to piss and
that gave me a better idea: "Reverend Becker, I need to urinate".

I'll ring for the nurse.

Don't.  I'm enjoying my time alone with you.  The bedpan is in the drawer
in the bedside stand.  Why don't you just get it for me?  Oh, I forgot,
you'll have to help me use it.

What do I do?

When I spread my legs you just place the pan between my legs.

He did and I do believe he was getting semi erect.

I'm embarrassed to ask you but you'll have to put in for me.

Like this?  He took my big, boy cock and put it in the pan.  He actually
held it all the time I was pissing and didn't once raise his eyes until I
was finished.  I could tell he was getting nervous. Horny is probably more
like it.

I thought about asking him to shake it for me, but decided that was going a
bit too far.  (As you guys reading this probably realize by now, I'm not
exactly a nice boy, although my parents' friends and my teachers all say
that I am a polite young man.)  Instead of asking him to shake it I told
him he could rinse the pan out with the spray attached to the wall in back
of the toilet and pour it down the toilet.

I heard the toilet flush.  He still didn't come out of the bathroom.  I
heard him pissing and then the toilet being flushed again.  He was almost
blushing when he came out of the bathroom, blushing because his erection
was sticking out a tiny bit from the bottom of his shorts.  From what I
could see I guessed he was un-cut.

It was me that did the looking his time.

You OK now Cory?

I extended my hand and he took it in his.

Thanks Reverend Becker.  I'm sorry I asked you to do that.


That's perfectly OK.  And now that we're on rather intimate terms, why
don't you just call me Matt?

OK, I'd like that.  I like you, Matt.

I'm glad you do Cory.  I like you, too.

Until then, I hadn't realized he hadn't pulled the sheet back over my
private zone.  I didn't say anything and it stayed that way.  All the time
he was holding my hand he copped glances at my man-sized, boy cock.

When he sat back down, I reached down again and lifted my cock up to rest
atop my leg nearest him.  My cock was enjoying being on display and it
managed to move around on its own every once in a while.  He looked and
kept looking.

Maybe I should leave, Cory.  I don't want to tire you out.

Please don't go yet.  It's so lonely here by myself, even with the nurses
coming and going.  They are nice but can't take much time to talk.

Cory, God is here with you.

I know, but that's not like company you can see and touch.

Are you a touchy person?

Yes, are you?

Yes, very much so.

I was beginning to feel guilty and was about to let him off the hook when
he slid the chair closer to the bed and took my hand again.

Do you like my touching you?

I decided to go for it, go for it all the way.  I thought he wanted it as
much as I did.  I looked at his crotch - his cock was sure for going all
the way.

I do Matt! It's really nice.  I'm sorry, though; just holding hands is
giving me an erection.  Please don't be embarrassed.

He looked.

I'm afraid my holding your penis while helping you urinate gave me one,
too.

Matt, don't feel guilty.  I really need you.


You mean sexually, don't you?

Yes.

Oh, Cory!  That would be out of the question.

I've never done anything with a man.  I don't know why I'm coming on to
you.  I just like you; that's all I know.

I understand that Cory.  Really, I do.

NO YOU DON'T!  You felt my cock when you baptized me.  You wanted to visit
me with the door closed.  You've been looking at my cock ever since you
came in.  Now I've got a hardon and I cant even masturbate.  You don't like
me!  You're just a prick tease that's why you don't wear any underwear.
Why don't you like me?  All the guys say I've got a really big dick for a
boy.  See, Matt, see how big it is when it's hard.  Sometimes when I look
down it's like it's so big I think it's not really mine.  Jacking it is
almost like I'm jacking someone else.  I'm only 14.  Why don't you like it?

Oh Cory, you're just assembling scraps of this and that and then
misinterpreting them.  I like you very much.  I probably want you sexually
as much as you want me.  It would just be wrong if I did.

Why, aren't you supposed to look after your flock?

Yes, but not that way.

You have before.

Why would you say that, Cory?  It's not true.

Yes it is.  You just didn't suddenly fancy me and start doing all the stuff
you've done.  You like boys.  I just know you have done it before with
boys.

Yes, but I was a boy at the time, too.

Well why can't you do something with me?

Cory, I've got to leave

Suddenly I began crying.  All of a sudden I felt ashamed that I had tried
to trap him into wanting me.  The tears were for real.  I really did like
him and not only for sexual reasons.  I'd probably ruined our friendship
forever.

He actually had his hand on the doorknob when he turned around and said:

You really do want me, don't you?  Let me check with the nurse's station
again and I'll be right back.


He confirmed that Dr. Paulson would not make his hospital rounds until
about 5:00. And the nurse wouldn't do her routine check until about 3:00.
That gave us loads of time.

I guess you win, Cory.  On two conditions, that is.  This is our secret and
forever.  We're going to have to be quiet - no shouting - no loud moaning.

You can trust me.  The last thing in the world I want to do is get you in
trouble.

So what have you worked us both up for?  What do you want to do?

Whatever you liked the best when you did it with boys.

To use the vulgar word, have you ever had a blowjob?  No, I have heard guys
talk about how hot it is but I have never had one.

The bed had a track and a privacy curtain that surrounded the bed in the
event a doctor examined a patient while the hall door was open.  He moved
the chair around so the back was against the same wall as the bed and
pulled the curtain shut.

I think it would be best if you ease yourself out of bed and sit in the
chair.  He helped me get out of bed and then untied my gown and placed it
on the bed.  He removed his shorts (he didn't have on any underwear - I had
guessed right).

His dick was really long and fatter than mine.  It had to be at maximum
hardness.

Mine got even harder after I saw his.  I couldn't believe how hard it was
and how excited I was.  It was my first time with a man and I had wanted
Matt for a long time.

Scoot your butt out to the edge of the seat and spread your legs.  If we're
going to do it we're going to do it right.  He got on down on his knees,
wrapped his left hand around my balls and pulled on them until my dick left
my stomach and stood straight out.  When he took my cock into his mouth,
clear down to the root, he began sucking.  It was a good thing he had told
me to keep quiet.  I felt like hollering and probably would have used some
words he would not have approved of.  Once in a while he would stop and
jack me slowly, gently.  Sometimes he'd pause.  It was really hot just
looking down at his hard cock and watching it twitch.  Sometimes he played
with himself while he was sucking.  The longer he sucked the wetter his
mouth became.  I guess it had to end sometime; when it was about to end he
sucked faster and released my balls from his grip.  I shot more cum that I
ever had in my life.  To my amazement he let me cum in his mouth.  I hadn't
expected that.

Can I suck you Matt?

You're hard to satisfy, Cory.  I say no but, as you can see, my cock says
yes.  He got up from his kneeling position, his foreskin had retracted and
I could see his big purple knob, he leaned over and braced his hands on the
back of the chair.  Without hands, he maneuvered his cock into my open,
teenage mouth.  I was going to suck my first cock.


He had been horny since the minute he came into the room and sucking me had
done nothing to cool him down.  His cock was so big and I was so
inexperienced that I just tried to suck him exactly the same way as he had
done me.  I felt the piss tube along the bottom of his shaft grow more
firm.  I guessed he was ready to cum.  I didn't remove my mouth, but did as
he had done, stopped sucking and let it happen.  I don't know how long it
had been since he had shot his juice but he sure shot a lot of it and I
managed to swallow.  I was glad I did.  It was my jack off fantasy for a
long, long time.

He helped me back into bed, quickly dressed and pulled back the privacy
curtain.

He didn't sit down again, but he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
It was the only time he would ever kiss me.

Are you happy now, Cory?

Oh yes, that was so great.  I had no idea you would go that far.  You have
a real juggernaut for a cock.  I loved it.

Where on earth did you learn that word?

In history class the teacher was talking about World War II and how
powerful and feared battleships were, as weapons were not as advanced as
they are now.  He said they were sometime referred to as juggernauts.

Do you know where the word came from?

Yes, my teacher explained that originally it was a Hindu term used to refer
to gods they really feared.

You must have an outstanding history teacher.

I think so.

And you must be an outstanding pupil.  You impress me.

By the way Matt, what is the non-vulgar work for blowjob?

What we did is called oral sex, more properly called fellatio.

Before he left he told me that this must never happen again.  This was a
one-time thing.  It was too risky for both of us.

I never tried to seduce him again, but about three weeks after I was out of
the hospital he called me one morning and asked if my parents had left for
work.  He came over to the house, we did it again.  We did the same thing,
this time in my bed.  I guess he was hot for fellatio.  It excited me more
to think of it as cock sucking.  Anyway, only one time did an encounter
vary.  One day he saw me on my bicycle about four blocks from the church;
he stopped his car and told me to meet him at the church.


He let me in, locked the door and took me to his study.  He was expecting
someone in about 45 minutes and felt we needed to hurry.  We fished our
cocks and our nuts out of our pants and took turns jacking off one another.
We had to tell the other when we were close so we could put our mouth over
the other's dick.  He didn't want to get cum stains on his pants.  Always,
just as the first time in the hospital, he pulled on my balls.

My love for Matt, and sex with him, grew and grew.  It was an ideal
situation.  My mom and dad would have taken turns at killing me so they
would know I was double dead if they ever found out I was gay.  As it was,
they were so proud of my friendship with Matt and how I had calmed down and
how I seemed to have found myself since I met him.  It would never have
dawned on them, or anyone else for that matter, that we were both
cocksuckers.  I have the perfect cover and how lucky I am.  In a town the
size of ours how many cocksuckers could there be?  And, a minister who
sucks dick - that is too far out to even contemplate!  Too, I have the best
jack off fantasy any teenager could hope for - actual sex experiences with
a grown man.  Believe me I still beat my meat at night before I can go to
sleep but it is easier to reach climax now.

Far more important than having the perfect cover, though, I learned that
one of the greatest pleasures of sex is pleasuring your partner.  And, that
only comes when you have been with the same guy repeatedly.  Intimacy
seemed to increase the longer Matt and I were together.  It became so that
we knew each other as well as we knew ourselves.  We knew no barriers.

Matt, of course, was happily married.  He seemed to need me, despite that
fact, but he was as methodical in sex as he was in everything he did.  Sex
was once a week, and almost always mid week.  I loved him, though, and
always will.  The first time is always special, I guess.

Finally it came to an end.  Matt answered a calling to another congregation
about 18 months after we first got together.  Needless to say, I was
devastated.

The new minister gave his first sermon the following Sunday.  I had tried
to beg off going but my parents would hear nothing of it.  When he mounted
the pulpit and began speaking, the longer his sermon lasted the more he
began to remind me of Matt.  Not his looks, but his voice, gestures,
overall manner and a couple of more things I could not seem to identify.
Anyway, I took to him right then and there and was glad my parents had
insisted on my attending.

There was a reception for him and a lunch in the social hall after the
service.  He and his wife stood together in the reception line and shook
hands with everyone.  He was outgoing, not as reserved as Matt.  His name
was Devon Williams.

After the reception line ended and everyone was of visiting, waiting for
lunch to be served. I went down the hall to the men's room to take a leak.


A man was using one of the two urinals. I didn't know who it was but
wondered why I had never noticed him before.  His pants had to have been
tailored to fit and he had the smallest, tightest buns I had ever seen.

I stepped up to the vacant urinal and hauled my equipment out.

You're Cory, aren't you?

Shit it was Reverend Williams.  I was suddenly so nervous I couldn't make a
stream.

How did you remember my name with all the people you just met in the
reception line?

Reverend Becker gave me a list of people who he said were interesting or
for some other reason I should get to know because they were worthwhile
knowing.  I sort of paid close attention to people when they introduced
themselves.  You were on that list.

I was?

He sort of turned toward me as he kept talking to me.  I couldn't help but
sneak a look.  He was one of those guys that unbuckle their pants at the
waist and pull their shorts down and hook them under their balls and let it
all hang out while they piss.  Holy shit was he hung.  I almost gasped at
seeing his fuck equipment.  I'm afraid I took more than a casual look while
he was putting it back in and zipping up.

I hope he didn't notice but I had such a raging hard on I couldn't piss.  I
zipped up too.

While we were washing our hands I asked:

What did Matt, I mean Reverend Becker, tell you about me?

He told me the two of you were on a first name basis.  It's fine with me if
you want to call me Devon.  He said the two of you were special to each
other and would be forever, I believe forever is the word he used.

(Shit.  Forever was a word Matt used with me.)

He did?  Well I feel the same about him.

I do, too.  Matt and I grew up next door to each other and we were
roommates at the seminary.  Cory, I hope we can be special friends.
Everyone has a lot of friends but everyone still needs a special friend.

I hope so too.

See you Tuesday at the Youth Group.  It is Tuesday, isn't it?  I haven't
sorted out all of the meetings yet.

When we were going out the door, he messed up my hair and smiled at me.


That night I jacked off thinking of Devon's big, hung cock and watching him
piss and put it away after he was finished.

Despite a good, juicy cum, I still couldn't sleep.  I just kept rolling
stuff over and over in my mind:

Was he just being nice?  He used the word "forever", which Matt liked to
use.  Was he the boy Matt messed around with when he was a boy?  I wondered
if they ever did it together in the seminary.  It seemed he used the word
"special" several times - was there supposed to be a double meaning?

Just before dropping off to sleep, I thought: Cory, you're crazy!  This
just can't be.  Once was unbelievable enough.  Twice in a row would be just
too much of a coincidence.  Well, if it's going to happen, Devon will have
to be the one to take the initiative; I sure as hell am not going to go
through two broken arms again just for a chance to seduce him.  Yet, I can
hope.  Maybe nasty boys are like blonds.  Maybe nasty boys, too, have more
fun.

Suddenly I started thinking along a new vein and I was wide-awake again:

Devon didn't waste much time making innuendos.  As much as I'd like to
become his clandestine cocksucker like I was for Matt, I wondered what he
would like to do?  I wonder if he ever fucked Matt; no, that's just too
much.  Yet, I've heard some men like to fuck ass - I've even heard some men
crave young boys and sometimes they call them pussy boys.  What does it
matter?  I could never take his tool up my backside, it would hurt like
hell, maybe even kill me.  Maybe he could teach me, though.  His wife was a
very tiny person; I bet his big fuck tool hurt her when he plowed her on
their honeymoon.  It just stands to reason that a guy on his honeymoon is
all sexed up, hotter than hell, dying to pop his nuts and really shoves it
to his new bride.  I wonder what it would feel like all the way up my
pussy.  Like when I stick my finger up my ass when I jack off but just
bigger and better.  God, I'd like to learn how to take it.  I bet he'd
really make me shoot an all time record load of cum.  I wonder if Devon
likes to kiss.

Sorry guys, I've got to get off this computer.  I need to jack my big dick
one more time tonight.  It's hard again and driving me crazy.  Guess I'll
go do it in the bathroom with the lights off and stick my finger up my
pussy. Maybe I'll do like that high school senior that told me he had a big
dick at my age told me to do - hold two fingers together and stick them up
your ass.  I'm so fucking horned up it wont take long.  I wish one of you
were here to put your mouth over the head of it when I shoot.  After
sucking Matt, jacking off seems like such a waste of tasty, warm, and
sticky cum.

HOPE YOU LIKE MY STORY.  THANKS FOR READING IT.  Let me know if you have a
minute to spare.