Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2006 20:36:35 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SOMETIMES THINGS JUST HAPPEN

The Robinsons live across the alley from us.  Mr. Robinson owns the
East Side Market, the only grocery store in town, along with half the
rental properties in town.  He has two married daughters and one son,
Jerry, who is twenty, lives at home and works as a cashier in his dad's
store.  Jerry and I sometimes take breaks when we're working in our
yards and visit a while or drink a coke together.  I like Jerry.  He has
black hair and eyebrows, really large, brown eyes and a hairline that's
straight across his forehead.  He's square jawed, has wide, thin lips
and airplane ears along with blemishes on both cheeks.  The blemishes
aren't pimples or acne scars. I really don't know whatcauses them and
they're not the sort of thing you can ask about. Theyprobably stand out
because he has really fair skin.  His best feature is a cleft chin.

Describing him makes him seem odd looking, but somehow everything
combines to make him quite good looking -- maybe I should say sexy.
I overhead a guy talking about him one day who said, "He's a sissy."
He never seems to lack for girl friends though, his age or younger.
His current steady is Sue Bradley.

As for me, I'm Josh Mitchell.  I'm twelve and in the seventh grade at
the High Meadow K-12 school.  The name of the town where I live is
also High Meadow, a small town in Wyoming on Interstate 80. I'm
plain looking and don't stand out from other boys my age except for
the fact that I'm the tallest and the skinniest boy in the seventh grade.
I have light brown hair and blue eyes. Girls make me puke.

Today is Friday of the first full week of school in the New Year, I
rode one of our school busses to a basketball game tonight between
our school and the Broken Arrow high school, seventy-five miles east
on Interstate 80. We play them as high school teams in Wyoming are
ranked by the size of the school and we we're also in the same county.
Counties in Wyoming are bigger than some New England states.  We
also play some teams in our rank that are not in our county.

As luck would have it I sat next to Jerry at the game and Sue was on
his other side.  Twice during the game I heard her say, "Jerry, stop
that!"  I didn't know what it was all about and didn't care, for that
matter.

The game ended, we lost by one point.  I had to stop on the way out to
sit on the john, ran out and the busses were just pulling away from the
curb.  I went back into the building to see if there was a pay phone in
the hall near the gym, as there was in our school. Jerry saw me and
asked, "Did you miss the bus?"

"Yeh, I had to use the john and they pulled away from the curb just as
I opened the door."

"I'll take you home.  I guess Sue is pissed off at me and got a ride
with someone else.  I've looked everywhere and can't find her."

"Did you look in the girls' bathroom?"

"No, that's an idea."  He pounded on the door to the girls' room.
There was no answer, so he looked in.  It was empty.  The Janitor was
turning out lights and closing down the place, so we left.

Interstate 80 can be a lonely road.  The towns are few and far
between.  Actually there are no towns between Broken Arrow and
High Meadow and this late on a winter night there were just a few big
rigs on the road and even fewer cars.  Going to the game it was a little
windy and coming home was the same for about thirty minutes and
then we ran into a wall of snow blowing horizontally.  I'd been in a
ground blizzard during the daytime.  It wasn't even snowing but the
wind was blowing snow already on the ground.  The sun was shining.
You could see for miles except you couldn't see anything, including
the road, unless it was it was more than three feet above the ground.
That was scary enough, but this time the van's headlights couldn't
penetrate the blowing snow.  It had a hypnotic effect. This was no
ground blizzard -- this was the real thing -- the kind that could last
several days and bury two or three states.


Jerry slowed way down and told me to turn on the radio and get KOA
Denver on AM and see if they were giving any news bulletins about
this.  They sure were.  It was an unpredicted blizzard.  Travelers were
warned to stop at the nearest town and take shelter.  Even the big rigs
that were out were barely creeping along.  Jerry eased along for a
while longer and said, "This is impossible!" and slowly pulled over
onto the shoulder and stopped, pounded the steering wheel with his
fist and said, "Shit!"  He called home on his cell phone, and kept
saying stuff like, "OK. I know. I will. I know all that.  I know what to
do. I'll be fine.  I think I'm less than half way home.  By the way Sue
ditched me and rode home with someone else. I've got Josh Mitchell
with me, you better call his folks, he missed the busses.  The busses
left about ten minutes before we did and I doubt they've made it home
either. The blizzard has just started in High Meadow then.  I heard
only one end of the conversation but I understood what it was about
so I didn't ask him any questions.

The last thing he said was "Don't worry and don't keep calling me on my
cell phone.  I don't want to run the battery down. I'll call you if the
situation changes.  I know. You already told me that,"

When he hung up he said, "Fuck! In your parents' eyes you never
grow up, you're a little boy forever. They still treat me like I'm a
baby."

Josh, you've seen our garage, all the peg boards and the tools hanging
up on them, with their place outlined and painted -- red for carpenter
tools, yellow for car tools and green for yard tools so you'll know
where to put them back.  I don't want you to be scared.  My dads so
organized it's disgusting, but fortunately he has everything in the
van's storage area to outlast a blizzard, food, water in thermos bottles,
buckets with lids to pee or defecate in, sleeping bags, flashlights with
extra batteries -- you name it and its back there. Now if you'll scoot
over on the seat and crowd your feet as close to the door as possible,
I'll stand over on your side, reach over and flip the lever to lower the
back of my seat so I can crawl back, put the first and second back
seats down and get what we need for right now.  I think we better both
get into a double sleeping bag, it will be warmer that way.

He fixed everything to go to sleep, crawled back in the front and
asked me if I wanted to go to sleep now or wait a while.

"I'm too nervous to go to sleep, can we talk awhile."

"Sounds good to me.  I'll admit it is a little nerve wracking."

We started out bitching over loosing the basketball game by one point.
Then he started in about Sue.  "I heard her holler at you during the
game.  Was she angry with you about something."

"Totally pissed.  She had her coat over her lap and I tried to sneak my
hand under it to cop a feel."

"What does that mean?

Sorry, Josh, I forgot you don't have any older brothers or sisters, for
that matter.  Guess you're pretty ignorant about sex.

"I know."

"Well 'cop a feel' means I was trying to feel her pussy through her
slacks.  If you do that to girls it gets them excited.  I was hoping to get
some on the way home."

"What does "get some'mean?"

"Jesus, you are innocent. OK, 'get some' means get some pussy; I was
hoping to get her sexually excited so she'd let me fuck her. I'm not
being rude, I know you're only twelve, but do you get what I'm taking
about, now."

"Sort of.  At least I know what fucking means."

OK, Josh, you got us into this by asking if Sue was angry with me, so
let me ask you some questions and find out what you do know.  "Do
you jack off?"

I was glad it was dark and he couldn't see my face.  Nobody had ever
asked me that before except a kid my age that I hung out with once in
a while.

"Yea, I do."

"How often?"

"Almost every night when I first get in bed and sometimes when I get
home from school if nobody is home."

"You're twelve, do you cum?"

I hated to ask him any more questions. I guess he thought they were
all pretty dumb, but I did.  "What does that mean?"

It means when you get a good feeling down there from jacking off,
sticky stuff comes out your piss slit.  Does that happen?

"Yea."

Then you've passed puberty. Don't ask what that word means, I'll tell
you later.  Do you have hair starting to grow just above your dick?"

"A few."  All these questions were beginning to get me hard.

"Have you ever jacked off with another boy or jacked off another
boy?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"A kid in my class."

"Never with someone older?"

"No."

"Have you ever smoked a cigarette?"

"Sometimes, when someone gives me one."

"I think it's time to get in the back and turn in, but I've got to smoke
one before, I do.  Want one?"

"Sure."

He started the engine so he could lower his power window a crack and
we smoked our cigarettes and went to bed.  Before we did, he reached
over his seat and grabbed two slipover sweaters and two stocking
caps.  "Lets take off our jackets and put these on.  The jackets are too
bulky.

We started out back to back in the sleeping bag.  I fell asleep fairly
soon but I guess it wasn't a deep sleep.  Every once in a while I would
wake enough to be aware the wind was still blowing and causing the
van to rock sideways.  I always managed to drop off again until I
became aware that Jerry, who must have turned around, had his arm
around me and was unzipping my pants.  At first I didn't know what
was up, I didn't know why he was doing it, so thought I'd just wait it
out and see.  I thought maybe he was doing it in his sleep.  But when
he managed to get my, now hard, dick out of my pants and feel it, I
heard him sort of whisper to himself, "Jesus".   I decided then he was
awake, but I'd still wait it out.  I didn't know what he was up to.  I
guess, like he'd told me about Sue, he was copping a feel -- but why,
surely he had a dick of his own that was bigger than mine?  It wasn't
too long that he was pulling my balls out, too.  Then I became aware
that he was unzipping his own pants and taking his cock out so I
decided to make a move myself.  All this was getting interesting and
very exciting.

I turned around, faced him and everything stopped for a while.  Then
he whispered my name, "Josh."  I neither moved nor said anything for
a while then I moved my hand and brushed it against his cock.

In a whisper, he said, "Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to play around?"

Out loud, I responded, "Yes. Do you know where the flashlight is?"

He reached behind him, found it, pushed the switch on it and handed
it to me.  I shined it on his cock and said, "God, are all men's cocks
that big?"  It was at least six inches long, fat with visible veins on the
surface and tapered at the end to a head that looked small for the size
of his shaft, at least in my opinion.  It sure made me hot just looking at
it.

Jerry took the flashlight away from me and shined it on mine.  "I
knew from feeling it you had a cock just like your body, long and thin.
It's absolutely beautiful."

"Jerry, are you what they call Gay?"

He chuckled and said, "You'd think so the way I've been acting since
we went to bed, but I'm not."

"Well, why did you start this, then?"

I don't know.  "Sometimes things just happen.  Like you I was kind of
nervous with this blizzard.  You went right to sleep.  I couldn't get
off.  I thought if I held yours I might be able to jack off and relax. I
wasn't going to hurt you.  As I said, sometimes things just happen.  I
hope you're not angry."

"I'm too sexed up to be angry, what do you want to do?"

"You tell me what you'd like to do."

"I asked first and I'm curious as to what I could do to with a man, so
you tell me.  I don't have a clue."

"You're sure?"

"Positive!"

To tell you the truth, "I've just gotta get a fuck or I'm going to go
crazy."

I about died until he added "But you're too young for that."

He unzipped the sleeping bag, unbuckled his belt and worked his
pants down to below his knees and told me to do the same.

"Now lie down on your back."  I did, he straddled me and told me to
take hold of his cock and guide it into my mouth.  I did.  He began to
slowly push his fat dick in and out.  I guess he really did need to fuck
but it seemed he was going crazy anyway because he started doing it
faster and faster.  We were rocking the van as much as the blizzard
was. I could feel his balls banging against my chin.  At the same time
I was aware he was being gentle.

There we were, alone, miles from nowhere, marooned in a blizzard,
having forbidden sex.  There was no way we could get caught.  It was
an ideal time and place to do it, which would forever be a secret
between the two of us. Then he pushed it in almost all the way, it
started throbbing and I felt his cum pouring out the end.   He moved
over and onto his side and kissed me.

In the morning we saw the windows were not fogged over but thinly
coated with frozen patterns of frost from our heavy breathing during
sex.  They reminded me of Christmas.  But, back to the story:

Jerry spoke first, "Are you OK. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"A little but don't worry, I enjoyed it, did you?"

"Fuckin A, man.  You're better than Sue is."

Then he told me, "We better pull our pants up and get back in the
sleeping bag before our equipment freezes and falls off or we won't
be able to do it again.  And, try to sleep late.  I think the more time we
can pass sleeping the better off we'll be and the less energy we'll
consume.  I don't think we're in danger of freezing.  Temperatures
during a blizzard never seem to get to sub zero."

In the morning, I woke with Jerry crawling to the back of the van and
hauling out a bucket so we could pee.  The only way to do it was
while you were kneeling, so there was little privacy, not that we
needed any, we'd seen all the other had to look at.

Next he reached over and switched on the radio, scanned the
Cheyenne and Denver stations, but KOA was still the clearest.  The
newscaster said the blizzard had originated in southwestern Wyoming
and now extended east to Ogallala, Nebraska, south to Denver and on
into western Kansas.  Two school busses were reported missing in
Wyoming.  He added tips for survival and said the snowplows would
be out as soon as the blizzard ended which was forecast to be
sometime tonight.   The children on the busses would be evacuated
tomorrow morning by helicopters, shortly after daybreak.

"Josh, remember my telling you there was everything we'd need back
there?  Well there is -- everything except a cup of hot coffee.  You
always want what you can't have.  We ate energy bars and Trail Mix a
packaged mixture of nuts, dried fruits and grains of cereal, that sort of
stuff and drank some water."

Jerry wanted another cigarette but was leery of opening a window.
Too, the air in the van was stale and smelly. I said if he opened a
window just a crack like he did last night and it wouldn't roll up we
could stuff it with something but he said didn't think that would work.

I told him that in the blizzard we had three years ago the south side of
our garage was free of snow for about three feet before it started to
pile up, so maybe he could open a door on the driver's side a crack.

He added, "Even better, the back, sliding door.  I'll open it and take a
peek."  It was clear of snow for about a foot, he closed it again, after
looking out, until it was just cracked open, smoked his cigarette, the
smoke went south with the snow.  The van was colder but the fresh air
was great.  The van smelled better, too.  Best of all, he was able to
slam the door shut again.

We tried to get back to sleep again but couldn't.  We were both a little
worried even if we didn't admit it but the worst thing was the
boredom.  We'd exhausted every topic we could thing of to talk about.
Around noon, he opened a small tin of ham and he cautioned that ham
was salty so not to each too much.  The canned stuff in an insulated
chest wasn't frozen so we had a chocolate bar and some canned fruit
salad for desert.

It wasn't too long after lunch when Jerry reached between the
passenger door and seat, flipped a lever and adjusted the front seat
into a sloping position. I asked him what he was doing and he said,
"Wait and see."

He leaned back on the seat, put a small pillow under his head and told
me to unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees, he had a
surprise for me.  I unzipped and unbuckle him, he raised his hips and I
pulled his pants and his boxers down together.  The surprise gave me
a hard-on.  His cock was already big and swollen -- seconds away
from total erection, stretched out to one side and what I hadn't noticed
last night was how large his big balls were and the thick, black hair
above his cock.

"Take care of it Josh.  It needs some TLC."I started and he told me to
watch my teeth, cover them with my lips.

As good as it was last night, this was better, it was light and I could
see it and Josh said he'd tilted the seat up and put a pillow behind his
head because he liked to watch his dick being worked over by a
cocksucker.  That was the first of his dirty words; he kept talking
nasty to me until we'd finished.  I could probably have gotten off just
listening to him talk.  It seemed so intimate, more so than what a man
and woman would say, something that could only occur between
males in the midst of a sex act.

"Take yours out Josh.  I want to see it while you suck me off -- easy,
watch your teeth -- Oh yeah, you like that big dick.  I knew you did
last night -- suck it slow and easy, Josh.  Suck it good -- don't hurry,
we've got plenty of time and nobody's going to interrupt us."  I have
no idea how long I sucked him; I was in a time lapse, living in a
fantasy world, living out a wet dream.

His dick was so big it was making my mouth fill with saliva and his
cock was getting all slick and slippery.  It made it easier to suck and
then I started to swirl my mouth around his dick head and jack his
shaft.

Suddenly he hollered, "Oh, Jesus," and pushed my head down until
his pubic hairs tickled my lips and his cum poured out. When he let go
of my head, he reached down and pulled me up on top of his chest and
said, "You're one, unbelievable cocksucker, for a kid your age.
That's the most intense cum I've ever had."  He told me to let him
suck mine.  I got on my knees, straddled his face and did what he'd
done to me last night and had the biggest cum I'd ever had, then lay
on his chest and he kissed me, ran his fingers through my hair and
said, "Thanks Josh."

"Josh, there's too much difference in our age to get too buddy-buddy
with each other or people would gossip but we're going to find a way
to do this once in a while.  You're too damn good for me to let you
slip away.  In case you haven't guessed by now, I'm one of those guys
that just needs to get off frequently."

"I'd like that.  I think I'm going to want to do it again and again."

"We will, I promise."

That night, we pushed our pants down and started out face to face in
the sleeping bag.  We kissed, he kept sticking his tongue in my mouth,
which I really liked and found very arousing.  We did a lot of feeling,
playing with each other's balls and it seemed to lead right into jacking
each other off at the same time. It made a sticky mess and it was too
cold to look around for something to wipe it up, so it just dried up
sometime during the night.

Also, during the night, Jerry woke me up and said, "Notice anything?"
I said I didn't and he told me the wind had quit blowing and the van
wasn't rocking any more but to go back to sleep because it would
probably be noon before the snowplows got to us.

The first snowplow, blue lights flashing, went by on the eastbound
lane, then around ten o'clock, two went by westbound.  I said, "They
didn't stop!"  Jerry explained that the Highway Patrol would be
coming soon behind them.  We got out and stood by the van, Jerry
smoked a couple of cigarette.  The air was clean and fresh even if it
was still cold.  When the Highway Patrol car came by, he stopped and
said he had to keep going, he was stopping to assure us that a tow truck
was behind him pulling cars out and jump-starting them if they had
dead batteries. The patrolman also asked if we needed medical attention.
Jerry called his dad and updated him on the situation.

It was early afternoon when we got home.  On the way Jerry asked me
if I was sure I was gay.  I told him I didn't know how to tell and asked
why he'd asked. He said there was a married woman who lived on the
north edge of town, who's husband was a trucker and gone a lot of the
time.  He'd fucked her a few times and wanted to know if I wanted to
try it.

I said I didn't, so he said maybe I'd like to watch him.  I could even
watch her undress, play with her tits and eat her pussy to get her ready
for him to fuck.  I said, "Eat her pussy?"   He said that was what it
was called; you just stuck your tongue in it and wiggle it around.
It made her squirm.  I told him, "No, it sounds sickening.  I'd
probably upchuck all over her."

Before I could go to sleep that night I thought about the blizzard, how
Jerry and I had fared better than the kids on the school bus, about
what Jerry and I had done and I knew, despite being only twelve the
experience with Jerry would probably change my life forever.

True to his promise we got together whenever we could, when both of
our parents were gone, most times in his garage with him standing up
and me on my knees, once in his bedroom and twice in his car on a
country road. I liked doing it with Jerry standing up.  I liked to rub my
hands up and down his legs before I started and I got so I could tell he
was getting close because the urinary tract along the bottom of his
dick began to enlarge.  I also liked to stick my finger up his asshole.
And when his urinary tract enlarged I liked to grab his buns and pull
his dick all the way in.  I liked to keep his dick all the way in until it
softened.  He liked it too and it always insured I'd have a hot climax.
Once he said I was getting to be a real boy nympho.  I asked him what
that meant.  He said it was a shortening of nymphomaniac and meant
someone who couldn't get enough sex.  I told him I guessed I was.

About a year later, Jerry told me he'd run into another young guy that
was married but crazy about getting his cock sucked.  I was leery but
he told me to try him, adding he'd sucked him off several times; the
only thing was that the guy didn't reciprocate.   The guy turned out to
be a mechanic that worked in a car repair shop that also sold gas.  It
had a men's room on the side of the building that had its own door
and a hole in the partition.  They weren't open Saturday and he'd
arrange things if I wanted to.  I was on the verge of saying no but my
cock was hardening just thinking about it, even though I'd just blown
Jerry.

The place was the only building east of the Robinson's East Side
Market and the last one in town.  Jerry told me he'd talked to the guy
and he was all hot and wanted to meet me Saturday at noon.  I rode
my bicycle, went in and there was nobody in the men's room, no
window -- just a narrow transom above the door, then a voice came
from the toilet partition and the guy, who turned out to be named Jack,
said, "Wheel your bicycle in and lock the door behind you."  When I
entered with my bike, there was a big, hard cock, complete with a pair
of hairy balls, sticking out the hole in the partition.

I knelt down on the floor, looked at it and it was longer but thinner
than Jerry's and had a bigger head on it.  I knew I'd shoot while
sucking it, so I took mine out and took his in my mouth.  It was
actually an easier cock to suck than Jerry's, being it wasn't as fat.  I
loved it and shot before he did.  He didn't need to reciprocate.  It was
that hot. For some reason, I found it was really exciting to suck a cock
that was poking out a hole.  You didn't know whose cock you were
sucking but you knew, whomever it belonged to, it was sure a hot one,
ready shoot in your mouth.  Jack never disappointed me.

Upon finishing high school, I was seventeen and attended the
University of Wyoming in Laramie starting in September.  Jerry was
all worried about my enrolling there and told me about the young
student from Casper, Matthew Sheppard, that was hung on a barbed
wire fence in a snow snowstorm and left to die, only to be discovered
by a passing rancher the next day, hanging with his arms outstretched,
head drooping to one side, for all the world as if he'd been crucified.
Jerry told me he didn't want me fooling around in Laramie and, since
I had my own car, to try and come home every weekend.  I did every
time I could and between Jerry and Jack each giving me a weekend
fix I managed to survive the University without ever having sex with
another student.

One Friday, late morning, a guy peeks his head around the corner of
my open, dormitory room, and said, Hi Josh, Jerry Robinson told me
where to find you and said maybe you'd do me a favor.  He was taller
than I was, almost as skinny and with looks that made your heart beat
faster and your cock try to get out of your pants.  So, naturally, I said,
"I'll be glad to if it's something I can do."

"I hope you can.  Jerry said you come home to High Valley almost
every weekend.  If you're going home tomorrow, I'd like to bum a
ride."

"You look so familiar, do I know you?"

"We've seen each other in the East End Market, Wilson's Drug
Store, places like that but we've never spoken to eachother."

"Oh yea, now I remember. You always say hello to me or nod.  Right?
What's your name?"

He offered me his hand and replied, Jack Martin."

It still didn't register, until he said, "I guess, in a way, we have met."

"Oh, and where was that?

He looked around to see no one was near and said.  "Through a hole
in a toilet partition."

I pulled him in, pushed the door shut and locked it.  I managed to say,
"Finally!"  He smiled and replied,  "I've always wanted to be able to
thank you for all the wonderful, exciting times you're given me."

"You don't need to thank me. I should thank you. You were the giver
and I was the receiver."

"I'm sorry it was always so anonyomous."

"Anonymous yes and at the same time as intimate as two men can get.
Sometimes in bed I close my eyes and picture your cock. If I were an
artist, I could draw an accurate, life-sized picture of it.  Can I ask you
a favor, now?"

"Anything."

"Can I kiss you?"

I didn't get the chance. He put an arm around my waist, pulled me
into him and open mouth kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth
and, at the same time, grabbed my crotch, ended the kiss and said,
"I've never seen what you have down there."

Jack had delivered a Laramie customer's Lincoln to him. The
customer's car had broken down on Interstate 80 and he had to leave
it with Jack while he'd ordered parts before he could repair it. He
explained he had a motel room and asked if I would consider staying
with him overnight.  I gave him the keys to my car, told him where it
was parked and told him to come back for me at four o'clock and I'd
meet him in front of the dorm.  On the way to the motel, I told Jack
that every time I looked at him I wanted him.


He smiled and said, "Not knowing you'd had me every week for
years.  I guess I had an advantage over you.  When you were busy
putting you dick away, unlocking the door and wheeling your bicycle
out, I'd sit on the toilet and look at you through the hole. And like
you, I wanted you every time I met you."

We threw our clothes off.  Jack had black hair on his chest, his fore
arms, his legs and hairy pubes that were spell binding.  He was thin
but, at the same time, he was the most masculine, the most exciting
man I'd ever seen.

"Where do you want me, Josh?"

"Standing up, that's our customary position."  He spread his legs wide
apart, took my hand, moved it around to his backside and asked me to
stick my finger up his ass, adding that Jerry had told him I'd done that
to him.  Sucking that familiar cock, so long and thin and smooth, in an
unfamiliar location was great, especially because I could look up at
him and see him looking down at me. Like Jerry, he pulled my head in
close as he climaxed -- something he'd not been able to do through a
hole in a partition.   In bed we talked until it was time to go get
something to eat.

He told me how sorry he was that he'd always been so secretive. I told
him I understood; I knew he must have his reasons.

"Not plural, Josh, not reasons, just reason.  My wife.  I never even
knew your name until Jerry learned I had to come to Laramie and he
told me I should ask you for a ride home. Oh, when I began so run
into you here and there, I began to ask about you.  I liked you a lot. I
was a little shocked when I found out just how young you were.  I
want to tell you about my marriage."

I interrupted and said, "Jack, you don't need to."

"I want to, I want you to know.  I'm from Evanston and met my wife
once visiting High Meadow.  We were very young but married
anyway.  Everything went along fine, in a year we had a child, a baby
girl, and then it was as if she'd frozen up.  I knew then we'd been
having sex only to make a baby.  After that she would never let me
fuck her.  It was soon after that when I cut the hole in the toilet
partition at the garage. I became desperate.  Her dad's a doctor in
High Meadow, he thought my wife had married beneath herself and
was always on my ass.  Between the two of them they made my life
miserable.  It wasn't until a few minutes ago, when I saw your eyes as
you looked up while servicing me, that I knew and felt the passion and
the love that could accompany sex.  He broke down and started to cry
and at the same time managed to blurt out, "I'm sorry!"

I moved closer, wrapped my arms around him and said, "Don't be
Jack.  You've been keeping it inside now let it out.  Your secret's safe
with me."

At dinner, we talked some more and on the way back to the motel he
had me stop at a liquor store and asked me what I liked to drink.  He
came out with Bourbon for himself and Scotch and Club Soda for me.
I thought I already knew but it wasn't until that night in a cheap motel
that I learned the true meaning of what Jack had earlier called
"passion". We didn't even bother to turn on the TV.  We didn't get
drunk, but to the point we were feeling no pain.  I admitted that I'd
been almost drunk once or twice since I'd been in Laramie.  Jack said
he'd staggered out of a bar or two at closing time.  But tonight, we
wanted to stay sober enough to enjoy what we both hoped, knew what
was going to happen. I said, "Jerry told you that I stuck my finger up
his ass to help him shoot.  He also told me you didn't reciprocate and
look at you now."

"There's a first time for every thing.  I can't leave you alone.  He sure
couldn't, I thought he'd never stop kissing me before his hand began
roaming around, pinching my nipples, feeling my buns, rubbing the
inside of my legs before he took hold of my erected manhood.  I was
so worked up and so wanted to please him that I said, "Jack, you can
fuck me."

"Sometime but not tonight."

It wasn't long before Jack said.  I've had a hard-on for over an hour
and it has no intention of going down.  Yours is the same way, it's
time to give them what they want.  With that he turned around in bed,
69'd and climaxed together.


.  After I'd climaxed, I was conscious but too worn out to move.  I
was aware, though, when he threw an arm over my chest' a leg over
my hips then pulled a blanket over us.

I woke early morning to go to the bathroom and I could hardly
untangle myself.  The lights were still on from last night; he'd
forgotten to turn them off. On returning I pulled his leg atop me, then
put his arm back across my chest and went back to sleep.

We kept in touch oftener after that.  He got to know my class schedule
and was always phoning me during the day and I still got together
with both Jerry and Jack some weekends, but after the motel we did in
the office in the repair shop instead of the toilet.

I was hired by the State of Colorado the last month of my senior year
and moved to Denver right after graduation.  I was twenty and Jack
was now twenty-nine.  One morning after I'd been in Denver for a
month, someone buzzed me from the front door.  I asked over the
intercom who was there.  It was Jack.  I pushed the button that
unlocked the door and stood in the hall to watch him as he came out
of the elevator.

He'd been hitchhiking all night from High Meadow and looked like
hell.  I told him to get right into bed, there was stuff to eat in the
fridge and the kitchen cabinets and I'd try to get off early.

My supervisor did let me go at three and I walked in the apartment
thirty minutes later.   Jack was just getting out of the shower.  I fixed
him a snack and said we could go out for an early dinner.

When he'd gone home last night there was no one home, the door was
locked and a suitcase full of his clothes was sitting on the porch.  His
father-in-law had loaned them money to buy their car, Jack hadn't
quite paid him back fully, so he locked the keys in the car and walked
to the eastbound entrance to Interstate 80.

I said, "I'm sorry, Jack."

He said, "Don't be.  I'm not.  Sometimes things just happen.  I'd
wanted to leave for a long time but felt guilty leaving her with a small
child, even though her dad would take care of her. It happened for the
best. Will you let me live with you and help me change mine."

"Well, as you just said, "Sometimes things just happen" and I can't
think of anything that I'd rather have happened.

I walked over to his chair, sat on his lap, put my arms around him and
kissed him

"That snack took the edge off my appetite.  Do we have to rush right
out for dinner?"

"Of course not.  Do you have something you'd like to do first?"

"Where do you want me, in bed or should I just stand in front of the
chair and spread my legs apart?"

"Lets start in front of the chair and move to the bed later.  Can I peek
under your towel to get things started?"

"You don't need to ask.  After all, it's your towel."

We still live together, Jack is the Denver manager for three stores
owned by a nationally known, auto parts company.  We go to High
Meadow twice a year.  Jerry is still working for his dad and still
fucking some of the single cunts in town as well as some of the
married ones and, unless he's not telling the truth, an occasional high
school one too.  He always overjoyed when he sees us and we always
manage a get together in a dark corner at the back of some bar to
spend an evening together.

One night Jack excused himself to to to the men's room. While he was gone,
Jerry said something that caught me completely by surprise, "I'm jealous
of you, Josh."

"Why would you say that?"

"You found your sexuality and are happy with a parner.  Is Jack, gay?"

"I've never asked him.  He tells me he loves me about twenty time a day
so what else matters?  You still didn't explain why you'realous."

"I'm gay and I don't have you to make love with."

"What made you decide, Jerry."


"I don't really know. Sometimes things just happen."


My parents are so funny.  They fall all over Jack every time they see
him.  Always remark about his or my car, depending on which one
we're driving.  Always tell me how glad they are that I have someone
to live with.  There is absolutely no way that they could not know that
we are lovers, but they seem to ignore the issue.

I was for kissing Jack right in front of them sometime but Jack said
they were so nice to him and he always enjoyed our visits with them
because they always made him feel so welcome that he thought it
would be best to ignore their denial just as they ignored our situation;
evidently they were comfortable with things as they stand.

When you think of it, he's right.  In their own way they've accepted
us.

By the way, Jack is fucking me now. I didn't tell Jerry or he would
only have been more jealous.

I like it, but I still can't get enough of getting his cock off in my
mouth.

THANKS FOR READING THIS STORY and beware. Sometime something might just
hapen to you.