Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 16:32:30 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN NASTY BOY 2

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SMALL TOWN NASTY BOY - 2

As I told you before, I wasn't going to make the first move on Reverend
Williams.  If he wanted to become "special friends" he was going to make
it.  That doesn't mean if I got really hard up that I might not change my
mind.  But, for now, that was it.

It had been 3 or 4 months that he had been here, Christmas and New Year had
passed.  My dad and mom, during that time, had become almost disgustingly
religious.  They were members of every church group and church activities
consumed the majority of their evenings.  Thank God, they were adult
groups, so I wasn't expected to attend.

Anyway, the Ferguson family who had lived directly across the street for a
long time had a son named Jacob who I had never been really thick with.  He
was now commuting every day to a somewhat near by Junior College and he was
in his second year, so that probably made him 5 years older than me or
about 20, as I was now 15.  Friday, during the night, we had a light snow
and he hollered at me while we were both out shoveling off our sidewalks
Saturday morning.

Hey, Cory, want to go to a movie tonight?

Sure?

With that he came across the street after we had finished the walks.  He
had always been known as a nerd and probably still was but, somehow,
something seemed different about him today, especially in the looks
department.  What was it?  Well, his glasses were different, his hair was
longer, his body had filled out a little but he was still skinny and his
voice had deepened.  I hadn't seen him up close for some time and had
forgotten that despite his thin face he had a square jaw and a squared off
chin with a cleft.  A cleft chin is always a big turn on for me.

He might still be a nerd but he was now kind of sexy, too.  It fact, he was
fucking hot!

Have you finished your walks, Jacob?

Yea, it wasn't much of a task really.

I have too, want to come in and have a cup of coffee or a cup of cocoa?

Something hot to drink sounds good.

He wanted coffee so I made a fresh pot.

Where's your room Cory?

I have a room and a bath in the basement.  The whole basement is finished
and I really like it down there - cool in Summer, warm in the Winter.  Want
to see it?




When we got downstairs he about flipped when he saw we had a pool table.

Do you play?

Sure.

We've got to play together sometime.  (I knew he meant pool but wished he
meant another kind of play.)

He really thought my digs were swell.  He said his room was just the
opposite, converted from an attic and the house was old so the heating
didn't work well - his room was hot in Summer and cold in Winter.

Jacob, the coffee is probably ready, come back up with me, if you carry the
mugs, I'll bring the whole pot down.

Cory, your computer is the same make as mine.  Who's your Internet
Connection?

MSN

Same here.  We could get along on each other's computers without sweat.

Well, why don't you come over here to study some nights if your room's
cold?
  I don't use the computer too much with my homework, anyway.  If you stay
up later than me, you wouldn't bother me.  In fact, as you see I have two
twin beds; if you want to crash, that would be O K, too.

You mean that?  Would your folks be cool with that idea?

No sweat.

Jacob moved a hell of a lot faster than the Rev. Devon Williams.  After the
movie we picked up cokes, hamburgers and fries at McDonalds and took them
back to my room to eat.

He noticed my computer was still on.  Before he even finished eating, he
had the screen flipping from one thing to another so fast that I couldn't
keep track of what he was doing.

You don't have many programs loaded on here, do you?

Not a lot, I guess.

No porn sites left in your history files, I see.  Are you into porn?

Actually, I've never had a chance to get into it.  I tried entering stuff
like "gay pictures or homosexual pictures" in a search engine but that
didn't result in much.

Want to see some?



Sure.

Boys or girls?

Boys I guess.  I'm not yet into girls in a big way.

I'm old enough to get into them, but they don't turn me on.  OK, lets surf
around.  If we find something free that appeals to you, write down the
Internet address and we'll delete your history.  Keep all that stuff
together and in a safe place.

We looked at naked guys and a site that had a lot of big cocks.  One of the
big cock pic sites really got me going.

Man, that guy has a beautiful cock.  It's really hot!  Shit, It turns me
on.
  I wish mine looked like that, exactly like that.  (It was really long and
smooth, yet thin for its length.  The cut head wasn't oversized for the
shaft.  It was just a nice cock yet unusual and it caught my fancy.

I guess it did turn you on.  I see you're boned up.

I looked at his crotch and said: It looks like you have the same problem.

Something is not a problem, Cory, unless it bothers you or is embarrassing.
I don't have a problem with a boner.  I love springing a boner.  Sometime I
take it out and fondle it when I'm looking at this stuff.  Am I
embarrassing you?

Oh no, not at all.

I'm going to leave that pic you like so well on the screen.  I am totally
amazed by it.  Not for the same reason as you, but it is so damn near to
being identical to mine that I can't believe it.  Want to see mine?

Yea, very much.  (Fuck, I could hardly wait!)

Your parents won't be coming down here will they?

Not a chance.

Then lets take our pants off and have show and tell.

I was speechless.  Jacob's dick was a twin of the one on the porno site.
He was speechless, too, when he saw the size of mine.

While we were still standing he wrapped his arms around me and began
kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth.  It was the first time I
had been kissed hard and repeatedly on the mouth.  Our erections were
jabbing at each other.  He was getting me hotter by the minute.




Then he said, in a low voice: "Can I fuck you?"

Oh shit, Jacob.  I've never done that.

That doesn't surprise me. I couldn't really fuck you if you've never done
it before.  It would hurt you.  Can we just play around at it, let me put
it in part way.  I don't want to hurt you, but if we keep trying every time
we study together, you'll learn to take it.

He walked over to the bed, cock flopping, picked up his jacket and pulled
something out of the pocket.  It was called WET and he said it was a
lubricant.  He was gentle, he didn't stick it all the way in.  In fact he
didn't try to get it all the way in but he pumped it in and out several
times.  He made me cum in just a few minutes and he did too. I felt him
shoot in my ass.  We did begin studying together, he was a big help to me
in algebra and sometime after three or four weeks I learned not only to
take if but also to love it.  More later about Jacob.

I guess Jacob changed my luck because the following Saturday Devon phoned
me early in the morning.  He was having trouble learning how to use his new
and first computer and wanted me to help him.

We met about an hour later at the back door of the church.  When I rode my
bike around the corner of the building he was standing just outside the
door, it was an unusually warm day for the time of year and the sun was
warming the back area because it faced east. Devon was smoking a cigarette.
(At least he had one vice.)  I followed him down the hall to his study.  (I
kept looking at his tight, little buns and thought to myself how I'd like
to grab them.)

Did you say something Cory?

No.  (What the fuck?  Is he a mind reader?)

Devon was dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans, a dark green, pullover
sweater, with no undershirt underneath, and deck shoes.  (A guess about the
undershirt.)

The computer was on and I asked him what his trouble was.  He said he was
having very little luck and a lot of problems, especially this morning.  I
told him to sit at the keyboard and I'd pull up a chair and sit beside him
because if he worked the computer he would remember better than if he just
watched me.

Devon, your immediate problem is you have too many windows open.  See the X
in the upper left hand corner of the screen, click on it, click again, and
then click again.  He had about 5 things open at once.  Next go to My
Computer.

Click on the Internet Options Icon.  You do want to delete Off Line Files.
You do want to delete the History Files.

Now click on Scheduled Maintenance.  Click on Defragmentation.  Click on
Drive C.



OK, now you've cleaned up your computer.  You should clear your Off Line
files, History and run Defragmentation at least once a week.  OK, what's
your next problem?

I save letters I've written and then can't find them.  I found out he was
saving them but not saving them to a file.  I created a file for him named
DOCUMENTS and had him write a short note, name it TEST, save it in his
document file and then retrieve it.

Next, I showed him not only how to print it but to print it on church
stationery and how to save a document to a disk.  (He actually had an
unopened box of disks.)  Then I decided to give his sex urge a kick in the
ass or wherever you kick a sex urge to get it in gear.  He had been kicking
mine because I could smell his underarm perspiration (I decided he really
wasn't wearing an undershirt) and the smell was driving me up the fucking
wall. It wasn't a stale or dirty smell, just intoxicating.  He also smelled
of soap as if he just showered.  Maybe he couldn't use a deodorant; maybe
he had an allergic reaction to deodorants.

Devon, the guy across the street showed me something that I didn't know; he
showed how to save stuff off the Internet.  The only problem is I would
have to use the same example he used or I might foul it up and the example
he showed me is sort of spicy to be showing you.

Don't worry, I'm not easily shocked.

OK then, get on the Internet.  I had him open the same porno site, same big
cocks gallery, and then save the first pic to the same disk we had
practiced with and then delete it.

Devon, that might be all you can absorb in one session, but I think I
should show you how to print envelopes because that would help you with
your office work.  First though, I've got to make a trip to the men's room.

I took a piss because I really did need to; I needed to jack my man-sized
cock much more than I did to piss, but I didn't want to chance Devon coming
in and catching me.  When I got back and sat down I started him on how to
do envelopes.  After a few minutes I looked down and he had his jeans
totally unbuttoned, open at the waist and his big, beautiful, flaccid cock
was hanging all the way out.  If he had worn underwear to start the day he
had taken it off.

Shit!  I was stunned.  I didn't know what the fuck to do, so I pretended I
didn't notice and kept on telling him what to do.

Devon was confusing the hell out of me, mainly because he was saying not
one single word, uttering not one single sound.  He was totally silent and
kept his eyes glued to the monitor.

I couldn't take any more of it and reached over and took hold of his cock.





Finally, he stopped staring at the damn monitor, stood up, put his hand
under my armpits and kind of lifted me up.  Without words he had indicated
that I should stand up, too.  Standing close and smiling all the time, he
removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them and
my shorts down and squeezed my already erect dick.

I knew we were into a game, but I was not too damn sure, at this point,
what the game was and I realized he wasn't going to talk and probably
didn't want me to talk either.  (The only thought I could come up with was
that he wanted an excuse for doing this in his conscience - he didn't talk
me into anything.  I didn't talk him into anything.  It just sort of
happened.)  What ever it was I had been waiting a long time to play with
him and it was cool with me.

After more kissing he took my hand and led me to his leather sofa, turned
me around and had me sit on the middle cushion.  He grabbed legs, turned me
around and pushed my upper body so I was lying down.  After lifting my legs
in the air for me to hold, he got on his knees at the other end of the
sofa.  He began by sucking and licking every toe on both feet, paying
special attention to my big toes.  He sucked on them like you would suck on
a cock knob. Next, it was my cock and balls, then my navel and my nipples.
He moved upward to my neck, ear lobes, and nose (actually sticking his
tongue in my nostrils).  In one way it was wonderful - he was driving me
wild.  In another way he was making me nervous because I couldn't imagine
what he was leading up to and I was afraid he was going to fuck me and his
dick was just to big for me to take.

He pulled my legs down and motioned for me to get on the floor.  He knelt
on the middle cushion and pushed out his dick for me to take.  (God, it was
big. And his balls defined the term "low hangers".  I was concerned, at
first that I couldn't take him up my ass; now I was concerned I couldn't
even service his big cock.)  I took a deep breath and plunged in.  He
helped me (I think that was what he was trying to do) by grabbing the back
of my head and pushed it all the way down, but realized he was making me
gag and, thereafter, let me do it at my own pace.  Besides his cock being
big the urinary track along the bottom of his shaft was huge and as firm as
his dick.

I worked his big dick slowly; as my mouth got wet things became easier.
Finally, I somehow sensed he was nearing climax and my lips felt his wad
coming down his urinary canal.  I stopped sucking and prepared to swallow
his load.  His whole body began to quiver and his warm cock juice poured
onto my tongue.  While he was shooting, the weirdest thought crossed my
mind. (I was happy that I had made him cum and I was also happy that I had
deprived his wife of what rightfully belonged to her.)  I just held my
mouth over his now softening cock and finally milked it with my fingers to
be sure I had taken all of his love juice.  Then I straightened up, swiped
a hand across my mouth and said: "Thanks, Devon, that was so great!"

He didn't move, but for the first time since I had grabbed his cock at his
desk, he spoke to me.

Get dressed and leave right now.  Let yourself out.





I could hardly hold back the tears while I hurriedly put my clothes on.  I
would have loved to slam both his study door and the exit door but they
both had door closers.  When I got outside I slid my back down the outside
wall until I was sitting on the paving and let the tears flow.

I was stunned, disappointed, confused and hurt. I couldn't understand what
had happened - why he had acted like he did?  Had I disappointed him?  Was
he on the telephone now telling Matt that he had gotten even with me for
him?  I was in love with Devon but he obviously felt nothing toward me.  I
had satisfied him sexually but he left me without even saying thanks - not
to mention reciprocity.

I got on my bike, resisted the temptation to stop at the nearest service
station, go in the john and flog my meat; I wasn't paying attention to my
bike riding and damn near got hit by a car again (that brought my mind into
focus - I didn't need a trip to the hospital again, not even for Devon).  I
no sooner entered my room than the phone rang.

Cory?

It's Devon!

I know; what do you want?

I want you to be back over here the same time next Saturday.

You could have told me that before I left your study, along with saying you
enjoyed doing what we had done.

Don't be snippy and don't press your luck.  You're not the only boy in the
youth group that knows the ins-and-outs of a computer.  And, several of the
boys give me the same looks you do; if they aren't cocksuckers, I can make
them into one.  Well?

I'll think about it.

I hung up on the prick and began playing with my meat.  He hadn't played
with it but he sure as hell had made me horny!  Sunday after church
services ended and those who wanted to were shaking hands as they exited,
as my parents always did, he shook my hand, putting it in both of his,
winked at me and was obviously being overly gracious toward me.  (I still
though he had been a prick and still hadn't decided about next Saturday.)
Tuesday, after youth group he said:

See you Saturday.

He did see me Saturday morning and I arrived promptly.  Of all the draining
emotions I had tried to cope with the past week, the thing that always came
to the forefront was that I still loved him and was even more desperate for
sex than I was before.

When he opened the door I saw he had on jeans and was wearing his deck
shoes but no sweater.  Instead he had on a white tee shirt and a black,
leather jacket.


Hi Cory.  I just walked in. It's turned quite cold.  I need to go to the
bathroom.  Do you?

Yea.  (He suggested it so I'd see if pissing together led to something
more.)  He held the door open for me.  I stepped up to a urinal.  He went
directly into the handicapped stall at the end of the room.

Cory, flip on the fan switch at the door.  I haven't had my first cigarette
yet.  I'm a closet smoker.  My wife would kill me if she knew.  I hung
around, leaned again one of the washbasins for a while, looked in the
mirror and combed my hair that sort of bide your time crap.

Cory, are you still there?

Yea.

Come in the other stall.

Why?

Just come in the other stall and sit on the toilet.

Don't just sit, take your clothes off and pile them on the floor so I will
know you are obeying me.

By the time I sat back down I saw he had taken his clothes off too and they
were piled on the floor - even his expensive looking leather jacket.  He
slid a tiny bottle over to me.

What's this?

I went to Denver on Wednesday and stayed until yesterday morning.  I bought
them while I was there.  I haven't used them since I was in seminary, they
are called poppers; don't ask me why.  Take the cap off and smell them.

The smell awful, they take your breath away.

Why would you use this stuff?

Taking them while you're having sex makes it incredible.  I am going to
take them because I am horny and desperate for a blowjob.  You're a very
good cocksuker and I want you to really enjoy it, too.  Jack yourself while
you're sucking if it adds to your enjoyment.

Do you want me to come over there now?

No, just wait and you'll catch on to the set up.

I kept bending down and looking under the partition to see if I could tell
what he was doing.  I didn't have to wait long until I found out what the
set up was going to be.





While peering under the partition I watch him kneel on the floor, then with
the help of two hands under the stall, fingers on my side, me scooted
himself forward until he his knees were well within my stall, spread them
and his cock was unbelievably huge, larger even than I remembered.  Maybe I
was seeing it from a different angle, maybe his needs were greater today.
Who knows?  It was magnificent; I especially liked his big cockhead.  It
looked as if it was about to burst.

Cory, place the poppers directly under the partition so we can both use
them.  I want us both to get high, or kind of drunk, on them.  Keep trying
and you will learn to like the effect.

Cory, what are you doing?

Just looking at your big cock.

Why are you doing that?

Because I love it.  It's so big, so perfect!

I am glad you do, believe me, I really am.  If you love it why don't you
show me just how much you love it?  Make love to it with your mouth.  Get
high with me and I know you will have the best suck of your life.  I really
need it.  And, Cory we can talk to each other this time.  I apologize for
last week.  I don't know what happened.

I knelt down and put my face right in his crotch.  (God, it smelled good.)
I took a hit, as he called it from the bottle, as did Devon.  I began
making love to him, determined to deprive his wife of even a bigger load
this week.  (It might be weird but I was getting a perverse pleasure
knowing that she was not the only one who was making him cum, not the only
one for whom he felt a sexual need.)

God, it was good.  I might be in the men's room, but it was heaven to me.
I really worked him over, twisting my head as I sucked, sucking slowly,
sucking fast, going down all the way and then pulling all the way off.
After a while he said:

Come over here.  I'll unlatch the door.

He spread his jacket on the floor, turned around and laid his back on it.
He lifted his long legs straight up and grabbed them around the knees.  His
legs were squeezed tightly together; his cock and low hangers were all I
could see.  I lifted his balls and took a quick look at his asshole.  Then
I wrapped one fist around his ball sack and pulled on it and started
sucking his cock.

Cory, hold the bottle for me so I can take another hit.  That's right; now
hold your finger against the other nostril.  He didn't take a hit with each
nostril. He took several.  When I was down again, ready to suck him again,
I sniffed some more of them, but nothing like he had done.




It was wild.  I had never enjoyed anything this much.

Let go my balls now!

Man did he ever flood my mouth with his hot cum!  I hadn't even gotten up
from the floor when he hollered:

Jack it Cory.  Jack it off.

Harder, faster, oh yea that's it.  That's it!  Keep that up and cover the
head with your lips.  Hurry!  I'm going to shoot again.  It wasn't as big a
cum as the first time but no way was it small, either.

We sat next to each other on the floor with our backs to the wall.  He
smoked another cigarette.

Shit Cory, that was the all time best blowjob I've ever had.  Did you like
it this time?

Immensely!  I just kept looking at his cock and every now and then I
reached over and felt it.

Cory, let's go to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. Don't pick your
clothes up we'll be back.

We pissed before we left.  He started the coffee.  I was staring at his big
dick but he didn't seem to mind.

You like my big cock, don't you.

I really do.

Your big yourself for your age.  I like yours, too.  Doesn't it ever go
soft?

I haven't cum yet and as long as you're naked I'm going to have a boner.

Let me get rid of it for you.  With that, he got on his knees and his mouth
was so wet and warm and I was so excited that I didn't last long.  He
swallowed my boy juice.

We took the coffee pot and two mugs and went into the social hall to drink
it.

Devon, doesn't it worry you that the janitor might pop in.

No, it's a janitorial service.  They clean the place Monday and Friday
mornings.  They don't have a key.  I am always here to let the in and lock
up afterwards.

Cory, you like more than my cock, don't you?

I love your tight little buns, too.  They drive me crazy.



Intentionally or not, you're avoiding my question.  You love me.  Don't
you.

Yes.

That's what I was afraid of.  Matt was far less than specific.  I had to
read between the lines and delayed in getting with you because of the way
you look at me.  Well, Cory I love you, too, probably every bit as much as
you love me.  But, Cory we just can't let it go any further.  Imagine we
became so much in love with each other that we just had to do something
about it, say disappear together.  My wife loves me and your parents love
you.  We would devastate them and neither of us could find peace and
happiness knowing we had caused pain to others that loved us.  Do you
understand?

Yes.

What I'm trying to say is that we can just not let it run away with us.
Hopefully we can still have sex.  I think our sex together is great.  Not
only do I love it, in just two weeks I know I would have a difficult time
doing without it.  What do you think?

I need it too and want to continue.  I have fantasized about it ever since
the first day you came to the church.

Me too.

Let's forget the lesson for today.  I'm still practicing what you showed me
last week.  But, before you go come on into the study.  I brought more back
from Denver than the poppers.

It was a rubber cock.

What is this for?

It's one of many shapes that dildos come in.  It is to place up your
rectum, and when you begin to get easy with it you ease it in and out like
you're getting fucked.
  Here is some lube to go with it.  Do you have a safe place you can store
this.

Yes.  Why are you giving it to me?

Don't let it scare you, but I want you to learn, eventually, to take my
cock up your ass.

Why?

Why!  Because I want to fuck you even more than I wanted you to suck me.

You're so big.

I know, but I promise I'll never do it until you tell me you're ready.
Give me a kiss and then we'll go get dressed.



After we got dressed he went to the door with me.

Cory, one more thing about last time, it's just me don't let it worry you.
You have a choice, I can call you and tell you not to show up or we can do
it and you'll just have to accept my being rude once in a while.

I'd rather do it.  It won't bother me now that you've explained it.

Before opening the door, he put a hand on each of my cheeks and kissed me
on the mouth.  Then he pushed his crotch into mine and rubbed it around,
through our pants.

See ya next Saturday.

Well I saw him Sunday at church and Tuesday at youth club.  After the club
meeting he took me aside and asked if I could come back tomorrow after
school.  I showed him how to do a few more things on the computer and we
undressed for the third time.
  Devon was really good at the game, extremely innovative.  We seldom
repeated exactly what we had done before.

Before school ended in May, Jason and I had become the best of buddies and
we studied together in my room at least twice a week, sometimes on
weekends, too.  We also became fuck buddies and one night he got it all the
way in and things went on from there.  I showed him the dildo and he
laughed out loud.  Shit, Cory, you don't need that stupid thing just toss
it.  We can use the lube, though.  I'll get your boy twat ready for him;
just wait and see.  You're already getting damn good at taking it.

The first week after school ended, Devon cornered me after youth group and
asked me if I could go to Denver with him, tomorrow and be back Friday
evening.  I called my parents and they thought it was wonderful that Devon
wanted to take me (thank God the two of them were so na‹ve it probably
was beyond their comprehension that men and boys did nasty, intimate sexual
things together).  Guess I was the only member of the family that had a
nasty mind.  Mine was nasty enough to make up for both of them, though.

What a wonderful two nights and three days.  He had several meetings with
other ministers but they didn't last long.  I would go with him and just
stay in the car.

We took a short trip into the mountains and ate at some expensive
restaurants (he said that was a partial payback for all the help I had
given him with his computer).  The nights in bed were unbelievable.  The
first night we had just gone to bed and hadn't started anything yet, so I
said:

Devon, will you do something special with me tonight?

Sure, anything you want.

I want you to fuck me.

He about levitated off the bed he was so surprised.



Do you mean that?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Oh shit I don't have any lube.  I didn't expect this.

I didn't use all that you gave me.

Do you have it with you?

Yes, I was hoping tonight would be the night.

Believe me, it is going to be the night of all nights.

I got out of bed and got the lube out of my bag.  By the time I returned he
had yanked his shorts off and was already erect.  He took hold of it and
waved the big, beautiful thing around.

So, you are ready to take this, Cory?

Yes.  I really want it, very much.

Are you sure?  You'll stop me if it hurts.  (I answered yes, but I wouldn't
tell him even if it hurt like hell.  I had learned to like a man's cock
pumping in and out of my ass and I wanted his more than anything I had ever
wanted in my life.  If it were killing me, I wouldn't stop him.)

He slowly took my shorts off and slipped them over my feet.  He didn't get
right down to it like Jacob and I generally did

I like a lot of foreplay, Cory.  I have been waiting for this for a long
time and I don't want to rush it.

The longer the foreplay continued, the more it reminded me of our first
time.  He just started with my mouth instead of my feet.  Again, he stuck
his tongue in each ear and each nostril and French kissed me.  Then he
began sucking my neck and moved down to my nipples.  Every so often he
returned to French kissing. He didn't get to my toes he didn't go beyond
kissing my erection and my balls.

He was getting me so excited I couldn't believe it - more so than I had
ever been in my life.  As he kissed me and fondled me, he constantly called
me "Baby Doll", "Sweet Baby" and a few other names.  I soon realized his
foreplay was probably the same as he did before he plugged his wife's cunt
with his big cock and that turned me on even more.



(I was not only going to get another load of his cock juice, I was going to
get fucked just like he fucked his wife.)  Then an ugly thought crossed my
mind:

(What if, after he fucks me, he tells me to get dressed and get out?  He
wouldn't, or would he?  He had only freaked out on me once since we did it
in the men's room.  Well, if he did, I could always call my dad.)

He entered me slowly and gently.  When he was all the way in he asked me if
I was comfortable with it and I told him I was.  He was very gentle at
first and kept telling me how good it was in there, what a hot, tight love
hole I had, how he felt my ass was caressing his cock all the way from its
tip to its root.  Finally passion overtook. His strokes became more
forceful, faster and it seemed as if he were using his buns to drive it in
as far as it would go.  Then, he just collapsed, put his head beside mine.
His hot breath came out in pants.  His cock was still in my ass but it soon
softened enough that it just came out of its own accord.  The first words
he spoke were:

You OK?

Yes.  That was so fantastic.

Too fantastic, just give me a minute or two to recover.

As his body covered mine and we waited quietly and unmoving, I had another
thought: (I'm not the first teenager Devon has played around with.  He is
just too damn good at it, too experienced.  Oh, shit Cory, why are you
trying to analyze it.  Forget it.  You enjoyed it.  It didn't hurt too
much.  You'll let him fuck you anytime he wants to and you'll want him to
fuck you every time you see his cock uncovered.  Admit it.  You love it.
What if he's played around before, you're sucking his big cock now and he's
giving it to you up your ass.  Enjoy, boy, enjoy!  Enjoy it while it
lasts.)

That last thought brought me to my senses.  I hope he stayed around for a
long time.  There is no way it could happen three times in a row and,
besides, I didn't want anyone but Devon.

On our second day of calling on those he had business with and on our way
back to the motel he spotted a Target Store, suddenly hit the brake and
turned into their parking lot.  We came out with a 3'x4' plate glass
mirror.  He wouldn't tell me why he wanted it.  The minute we entered our
room he unwrapped it and told me what he wanted to do with it.  We propped
it at the head of the bed and rested it on the box springs at an angle,
then slid the mattress down a bit.  We got naked and he got into bed, on
his back, legs spread and displayed his erection.

What's this all about, Devon?  He reached into the nightstand drawer and
produced some poppers.  We hadn't used them for a long time.

Straddle my legs and we'll get high again on this stuff.  I could see our
dicks reflected in the mirror but his intentions had not yet dawned on me.

OK Cory, now move up and lower your love hole onto my cock, while you watch
in the mirror.  You'll find that watching my cock slowly disappear into
your hole is very exciting.



It sure was exciting.

I couldn't believe it as Devon's big fuck pole slowly disappeared
completely into my teenage body.  It was too exciting.  I ejaculated
prematurely and shot cum on both my and Devon's stomachs.  I knew I
couldn't leave him hanging.  I rode his cock despite having shot my load.
Finally he took over and started pushing it in and out while still on his
back.  Believe me that was exciting, too.  For the second time I received
his load deep in my ass.  The third time came that night.  We returned
home, he had fucked me three times in two nights.  I had not sucked on him
once.

We were home late Friday afternoon.  The last thought in my mind was that I
would see him Saturday, but he called me and complained that I was late.  I
thought it would just be a lesson, but it turned out to be much more.

Devon was getting so horny and after me so frequently.  After Denver we
were doing it a regular three times a week and once in a while four times.
I thought for sure I was getting it oftener than his wife.  But, I would
never ask; it was none of my business.

It was a month before I graduated from high school that Devon left for a
church in Lincoln, Nebraska.  We used the month before his leaving to make
sure we had said a proper goodbye, a proper sexual goodbye.  He had turned
into the ideal sex partner.  His sex appetite had increased; his needs
matched mine perfectly.  Like all sex partners, I guess, we were perfectly
attuned to each other during the sex act, what ever it turned out to be.

One Saturday he asked me what I wanted to do the most and I told him to go
back to the men's room.  He took off his shirt, opened a closet door and
put on his leather jacket.  He said he had forgotten one day and left it in
the study.  Another Saturday, he said he had been thinking about me all
night and realized there was something we had never tried.  After foreplay,
which is how we started all sessions since he had started fucking me, we
69'd.

I still loved Devon as much as the day I saw him, despite his lecture, but
I had been able to keep it from him, so he wouldn't get angry with me.  I
loved his big cock, too.  I doubted I would never again have sex with
someone so endowed and someone I was so much in love with.  It had been a
long run and I felt God had blessed me.  (By the way, one Sunday Devon's
sermon had a homosexual theme to it.  It was completely free of venom and
along the line that God had created all men in his image and commanded that
we should love one another and that we should love God, loving God being
the most important as it was the key to everything else.  He asked the
question: " How can we say we love God, we can't see him, when we sometimes
do not love our fellow man, who we can see and who was created in God's
image?"  I thought he did very well and I was proud of him.)



As I said before, I was doubtful that I would ever find someone like Devon.
But, I was a nasty boy and knew that wouldn't change so I would keep on
looking and hoping.  In September I would be leaving for college.  That
should increase the possibilities.  Despite my worries, I also realized
that Devon had been with me during what was the ideal time for a boy to
have a grown man for a sex partner.  I'd always remember how thrilling each
minute was with me.  And, too, he had taught me a lot.

THE END - I ENJOYED WRITING THIS STORY AND HOPE YOU WHO READ IT ENJOYED IT,
TOO.

(FYI - the new minister was balding, in his fifties, overweight, had three
teenage children - all girls - and a motor mouth wife who never stopped
talking - she must have been powered by Duracell batteries.)