Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 01:26:37 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE LAKE WITH PERRY

Bancroft is a small, farm town void of amenities except it is near
a large reservoir.  The reservoir has been there a long time;
now everyone just calls it "The Lake."  I guess at first it was sort
of a barren place then people started building cabins and
planting trees.  Then the cabins were improved and some
people even built permanent homes out there.  Now it's real
nice.

My name is Joey Meadows and I have one sister, Nancy, she's
17 and I'm 15.  My dad owns the local hardware store.  All my
life, we've lived next door to Bob and Elaine Nagel and their
grandson, Perry, who is now 20 and in his third year at the
University of Nebraska in Lincoln.  I like his granddad.  Even
though he's president of the bank and has a lot of money I chat
with him when he's doing his own yard work.  Hired gardeners
are non-existent in small towns.  Bob is white haired and when
he's bare-chested, he has a thick patch of long, white hairs
along his chest bone and around his nipples.  He's older than
me, by far, but he's always nice to me and we both seem to like
visiting with eachother.

Nancy and I have our own bedrooms upstairs in the finished
attic and she couldn't talk my dad into walling in the connecting
door, so she put the head of her bed against it so I couldn't
open it.  It comes in handy eavesdropping when she has a
friend over for the night; a really special night was when I was
eavesdropping on a girl that had actually been fucked by Perry
and she began talking about him and even more special when
she started talking about how big his cock was.

I like cocks, even my own. I've been playing with myself down
there eversince I was in grade school and always look at the
older guys in school when they're standing next to me at the
urinal.  Three years ago, when I was sitting on the toilet, jacking
off, and stuff came out of my piss slit, I about went through the
ceiling.  I didn't know what had happened and it took me two
weeks to figure it out and now I jo every day.

From listening through Nancy's door, I think girls do it, too. One
Friday, Betty Anderson was sleeping over and after they
gossiped a while, Nancy said, "Lets take them off."  After some
moaning and groaning, Betty said, "Finger it!" first, then "Eat it"
and finally "Finger fuck me, Nancy!"

Several girls gossiped about Perry, but it wasn't until Carol
Sullivan slept over that I overhead a girl talking about Perry
who'd actually been fucked by him.  "Oh Nancy, his dick is so
large, and it's head is so big it just pops out of his foreskin."
Nancy interrupted to ask what that meant.  "Well, he hasn't
been circumcised.  Is your brother cut?"

"I don't know.  I've never seen it and hope I never have to, the
twerp.''

I thought to myself -- don't worry, you never will, jerk knee -- not
if I can help it. Then Carol got back to Perry, how big and hard it
was, how he made her wrap her hand around it, how he ate her
out (that was the second time I'd heard that mentioned and I
had no idea what it meant.) How he played with her tits, pulled
her panties down, made her put a condom over it while he
squeezed it, how rough he was and how he'd made her bleed.
All the time I was wondering just how big Perry's cock really
was and, for the first time listening through the door, I jacked
off.

Although I thought it never would, June finally rolled around and
no more school for three months.  Then, one Friday, during the
noon hour, the phone rang and my dad said, "Sure Perry, I
know he'd like to spend the weekend at the lake.  He doesn't
need a fishing license if he's with an adult that has one.  When
are you leaving?  He'll be ready."

My mom went ballistic.  My dad said, "Millie, calm down.  Nancy
has dated older boys.  Bob Nagel gave me the loan that
enabled me to buy the hardware store and I've already
committed myself."

My mom couldn't leave it alone though.  "The Nagels are rich
but lack class.  Elaine, especially; I was over there one day and
she picked up her cigarettes from the kitchen table and you'd
never guess where she kept her matches -- in her bra!" My dad
about laughed his head off at that one.

In an hour I was on my way to the lake with Perry -- the first
time I'd ever been alone with him.  He had on a pair of tight
fitting shorts and his dick read through the left leg -- and
appeared big!  He wasn't extra tall, was real slender, except he
had nice pecs.  He also had brown hair, blue eyes and I loved
his feet, which I could see because he was wearing sandals
with just straps across his insteps.

After we'd unloaded our stuff and the food he'd brought into
their bungalow, he put three six-packs of Coors in the fridge
and took the fourth with him as we walked down to the dock.
He unlocked the cabin on the boat, and came back onto the
dock to untie the mooring rope.  Then, in a playful gesture, he
tried to push me into the water.  I was quicker than he was,
moved to one side, he couldn't stop his forward motion and
landed in the lake.

Initially it was funny, but I saw the panic on his face, realized he
couldn't swim and he yelled out "Something's wrong, my foot's
caught in something!"  I'd been to their cottage and on their
dock before. I remembered that during the summer, his
grandfather always hung two, old fashioned, white, circular life
saving rings on the two end posts of the dock as a decoration.  I
unfastened one, leaned over and handed it to Perry and
jumped in.  Coming up, I told him his foot was caught in some
netting that was also wrapped around a dock pier and asked
him where I could find a knife or something sharp to cut him
loose.

Try the top kitchen drawer next to the range!"  I found a knife
and, better yet, a pair of large scissors. I ran back, jumped in
and cut some of the netting around his foot and had to come
back up for air.  On the third time down I freed his leg and
pushed up on it and he was free.  I climbed back up on the
dock, reached down and helped him up.  He sat on the edge of
the dock and said, "Joey, I'll never be able to thank you.  You
saved my life, you were a quick thinker getting that lifesaver
ring."  (I thought of several things he could have done to thank
me but didn't put them into words.)

Next, he wanted me to find his cigarettes in the boat's cabin, I
did along with a couple of beers and two beach towels; draped
a towel over his shoulders, lit two cigarettes, handed him one
and then opened two Coors.  Either from the cold water or from
his being frightened, he had the shakes.  I put an arm around
his shoulder and told him to calm down and take some deep
breaths.

He couldn't seem to get rid of the shivers, so I told him he'd
better take a hot shower.  As he was undressing, he said they
just had a 10-gallon, electric HWH so we'd better shower
together as I must be as cold as he was.  We did, he asked me
to soap his back; while I was doing it he said, "My butt too, if
you don't mind."  Well, I did his butt good and even had my
soapy hand sideways in his crack.  When he turned so the
shower would rinse his back, I saw it. Holy shit.  It had already
become a legend in my mind but I had to suppress a gasp
when I saw it, hard, it was between 7 and 8 inches.  Unlike
Carol Sullivan had described it, he had been circumcised and
his cockhead was the biggest I'd ever seen. I realized I was
staring and finally came to and realized it was also the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.  It was a good thing we'd
both had erections since being in the shower together or I'd
have given myself away. We stood in front of the shower stall
and dried while facing each other -- both still with max
erections.  He said, "The shower helped, but I'm still jumpy, lets
lie down on the bed a minute.  He lit two cigarettes, handed one
to me and said, "Do you mind if I nap for a few minutes?"

"I think you need one, it was a frightening experience for both of
us and I also think you should take a couple of aspirin or
Tylenol."

He got up and I saw him taking something with a glass of water
in the bathroom.  He came back to bed and we both slept for an
hour or an hour and a half.  I woke facing him, just before he
did and was looking at his cock, which was now flaccid, but
mine sure wasn't.

In fact the change in his dick was mind-boggling. From huge it
had changed into being really tiny; like everything but two
inches of it had retracted inside his body or somewhere.  "I've
noticed you looking at it, do you like what you see?"

"Well, yea, and then I've been curious."  Maybe I shouldn't
have but I told him about the door between my sister's room
and mine and eavesdropping when she had sleepovers and
about Carol Sullivan talking about how big his dick was, how he
made her feel it, put a condom on it and how rough he was and
how he made her bleed.

At first I could see he was angry and I was sorry I'd started the
story.  Then he began to smile and then to laugh out loud.
"Joey, do you have any idea why Carol would tell your sister
suck a wild, crazy story?"

"To make her jealous.  She'd told other girls too.  I think all the
girls in town would like to you to make them bleed.

"Joey, do you know what being gay means?

"I think so."

"So what do you 'think so' it means?"

"It means guys are gay if they can't get it off with a girl."

"Good enough, you've got the idea.  Do you know why I didn't
fuck Carol Sullivan."

"I think I already know, you're gay."

"You get an A+.  I've never fucked a girl in my life."

"Shit, how dumb can you get?  And to think I jacked off
listening to her and fantasizing how big your cock was.

"Did you really?  Did you really jack off thinking about my cock?
Did you shoot too?  Do you like big cocks?

"Yours is the only big one I've ever seen. I really like it, so I
guess I do."

By now it was hard again and he asked me, "Joey, are you
interested in finding out if you're gay?"  I thought maybe he was
going to kiss me or something, but when he asked me to suck
it, I wouldn't have needed to go any further, I knew, right then
and there, for damn sure, that I was both gay and hot as hell.

Jesus, I'd always wondered what it would be like to jack off with
another boy, but I never in the world even fantasized about
sucking a man's dick, especially Perry's.  It was so fucking
good I couldn't believe it -- especially after my mouth got all
filled up with saliva and his dick became all wet and slick, which
made it even harder, yet easier to suck.

Perry kept saying shit like, "Oh yea, Joey you're doing great,
don't stop" and "Oh I wish I could fuck your mouth!"

The second time he said that, I pulled off long enough to say,
"Do it! Fuck it."  I knew what he was going to do.  He did it. I just
kept my mouth over it and it was like, for all the world, he had
his cock in a pussy, fucking it. God, I was going crazy! Then
when he stopped and I could feel his dick shooting it's load
into my mouth I thought I was already crazy. He reached down
and began jacking me off and I shot off all over my stomach.

Then he did kiss me after collapsing on the bed beside me and
pulling me close against his body, warm and soft, yet hard like
a man's body.

"Oh, Joey that was so good for me.  Was it good for you, too?"

"I can't begin to described how good.  I'd sure like to phone
Carol Sullivan and tell her what just happened and say, 'Eat
your heart out Carol' but I won't."

"Joey, gay guys never tell on one another -- it's an unwritten
code among us.  Now, for the rest of our stay, we've got to
figure out how we can do this on a regular basis."

"Can we do it again, right now?"  He laughed and said, "I guess
you did like sucking it.  How about as soon as I get it hard again
and then when we go to bed tonight.  I've got to get it up first,
you just did what is called, sucked it dry."

"Can I look at it before you get dressed?"

"You can look at it, feel it, do whatever you want to, and if you
get another erection before I do, you can fuck my mouth. OK?"

"OK!"

We got up, and put on clean shorts, which reminded him that
we'd have to wash our dirty ones in the morning.  He grabbed a
bag of potato chips and a six-pack out of the fridge, went out
and sat on the patio and asked me if I minded waiting an hour
or so before he started fixing dinner.

On the patio, he said, "Joey, talking about not telling anyone, I
should have added I want you to be very careful in this town.
It's too small to have any gays.  I sure wish we'd found
eachother before I went off to College.

Perry fixed some really big hamburgers and corn on the cob
wrapped in aluminum foil and cooked on the barbeque.

While we were eating, he said, "Late evening and early
mornings are the best time to fish.  Lets take the boat out after
we eat."  We each caught one, good sized Bass, cleaned them,
wrapped them in foil and put them in a freezer in the
boathouse.  It was an exciting evening, the first time I'd ever
fished from a boat and the first time I'd fished just before
sunset.  The most exciting thing though was when he took his
cock out and pissed over the side, turned and showed it to me,
jacked it a couple of strokes and said, "You're going to get this
again, Joey, a little later on."  It was ten minutes until my boner
went down after just watching him shake it and then jack it a
couple of strokes.

After cleaning the fish, we went in and scrubbed our hands,
went back out and he let me have another beer. I didn't keep
track of what he had.  He told me he, "wanted a good buss on
when we got into bed, it would slow down his shooting off and
he wanted to enjoy me a long time.  I was the first boy he'd had
sex with and, to be honest, he was hooked."

When we did get into bed he started really kissing me, tongue
darting in and out of my mouth, turned me around and told me
to get on my knees.  When I did he used both hands to spread
my ass cheeks and licked my boy hole. I asked him, "Why are
you doing this?"

He said that's what guys do to get a guy hot before entering
him, but not to worry; he wasn't going to fuck me -- at least not
tonight.  Shit he had me all hot and, at the same time, worried. I
wanted to ask him if it would make me bleed, but I didn't
because he told me to get on my back and he went down on
me.

It took me a while to get to sleep.  I wasn't used to sleeping with
someone and Perry tossed and turned and was all over the
bed.  Then, too, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about what
he'd done.  I was sure in my mind he wouldn't have licked my
ass like he'd done unless he was going to fuck me down the
line.

We ended up Saturday morning sleeping late because it was
overcast -- no sun at all.  After breakfast Perry said, "Let's take
the boat out.  Cloudy weather means good finishing."  We took
a thermos of coffee with us and took off.  About a half mile out
and right in front of the Nagel cottage a small, 12 ft. long, flat-
bottomed boat with an outboard motor on the rear pulled up to
within 20 feet from us and killed the engine.  It was Mrs. Kohl
and her daughter Sue.  Mrs. Kohl was the wife of John Kohl,
who owned and operated one of several grain elevators in
town.  She hollered, "Hi Perry and Joey, you guys having any
luck."  Before we could even answer we watched in amazement
as Sue stood up in the boat (something you never do in a boat
that small) and fell backwards, screaming.  I dove in, swam
over to her, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her over to the
diving platform on the rear of Perry's boat, which was just 6
inches above the water. Perry was already in a squat position
on the board, got his hands under her armpits and pulled her up
to a sitting position on the board.  I climbed up and sat beside
her.  The first thing she did was slap my face -- and I mean
hard. We grabbed her again and got her onto the boat.  By this
time Mrs. Kohl had started her engine, came over and tied up to
the railings on each side of the diving board.

"Oh Joey, I don't know how to thank you. Sue can't swim.

I told her I'd guessed that.

She hugged Sue, who by this time was crying.  I went into the
cabin and got one of the towels I'd wrapped around Perry and
myself yesterday and handed it to Sue.

Perry said, "I don't think Sue was very thankful.  The first thing
she did was slap Joey's face.  Sue, piped up, "He pulled my
hair".  This time I laughed, then told them it was what you did to
save someone in panic, if you tried to approach them from the
front they might grab you and then you'd both drown.

Then Perry said, "He knows what I he's talking about and told
them about my diving down and cutting his foot loose from a
net that was wrapped around one of his dock piers."

The story ended, so we thought, when we towed the Kohl boat
to their dock, about 500 feet from the Nagel dock, east toward
the dam.  The next morning, Sunday, it resurfaced when the
phone rang before we were out of bed; we'd intended sleeping
in because we were both fucked out.  It was my dad, asking if
we were both OK and he was calling because we'd made the
front page of the Omaha "World Herald". All I could think of in
response was Shit and knew the Bancroft weekly paper would
be printing an even longer article about it next Friday.

No sooner than my dad hung up, the phone rang again.  This
time it was Quincy Adamson who lived 3 or 4 miles north of
Page, a small town six miles west of Bancroft. Same story, he'd
just read the Sunday "World Herald".  Quincy was the one that
conducted a swimming/lifesaving class at the lake a few years
ago.  He asked Perry if I was still there.

Quincy told me how proud he was of me.  I said it was a hundred
to one chance that two people would need rescuing within 24
hours.  And, if I hadn't been on the dock with Perry he'd have
had nobody to try to dunk and wouldn't have needed rescuing.
Quincy said if it hadn't been me it could have been someone else
that wouldn't have known how to save him.  Again, he told me
how proud he was of me and I replied he'd been a good teacher
and thanked him.  Perry wanted to talk to him, he related the
whole story again, and as if Quincy hadn't just read it in the
newspaper and ended with saying we'd be here until it got dark
so why didn't he come out.

The minute they hung up, Perry grabbed me, kissed me and
apologized for being so dumb in not thanking me.  I told him that
he had in action -- better than words.

"If you want to thank me again, let me hold it; I see it's hard.

"Yea, piss hard."  He grabbed my hand, led me to the bathroom
and I held it while he pissed.  I can't tell you how, in two days,
I've grown to love Perry and his cock. It was such a new feeling,
so different than I'd ever had before.  It seemed so intense and
was more consuming than anything I'd ever experienced before.

Perry said, "Well we don't have the "World Herald" for you to
read but why don't you shower and I'll serve you breakfast in bed
when you come out. He outdid himself -- pancakes, bacon,
orange juice and coffee.  We sat cross-legged, facing eachother
with our food trays in front of us.

I began the conversation by saying, "You know how I became
friends with Quincy.  How do you happen to know him?"

"Oh, that's right, you didn't enter high-school until Quincy and I
graduated.  He's a U of N student, too, and this you won't believe
-- he's my roommate."

"Is he gay?"

"He's gay.  Besides being gay, he's, a boy lover.  He won't come
on to you today, but if he ever does I'll warn you, he's a spanker."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he likes to spank boy's asses before he has sex with
them.   I mean spank them until their buns are rosy pink."

"Why does he do that?"

"He gets off doing it.  I don't mean he actually ejaculates but it
makes him hot."

"Does he have a big cock?"

"You'll see it before the summer is out, probably the next time we
come out to the lake.  Wondering and waiting are half the fun of
the game.  Let me say, you won't be disappointed."

Quincy arrived a couple of hours later with more beer and some
T-Bone steaks he'd picked up at the supermarket.   We went out
with the boat again and I didn't catch anything, but then we didn't
stay long.  Perry and Quincy, between them caught seven Perch,
which I like and they said I could take them home.  We cleaned
them and again put them in the freezer. Perry took out a big bag
of frozen peas to go with the steaks.  I'd had one beer on the
boat and Perry said I could have one more before we ate, but
that was the limit -- he didn't want both of us in trouble when he
took me home because he wanted to get me back out to the lake
in two weeks, meanwhile we'd work in a couple of days fishing in
between.

Quincy and I sat on the patio and talked while Perry went in to
trim the T-bones, get the peas ready to defrost in the microwave
and disappeared into the bathroom.

Quincy surprised the hell out of me, when, he didn't ask, but out
and out stated, "Perry got to you out here, didn't he.  I know
because you look and act like a gay boy that's just had his first
sex with a man."

"Jesus, is it that obvious?"

"Only to a gay man. Your smile stretches from ear to ear and
you're absolutely vibrant. I suppose he told you I'm gay?"

I laughed and said, "Yea and he told me you like to spank boy's
buns until they're rosy pink."

"Guilty.  Surely he didn't fuck you though?"

"No but it's on his mind. I told Quincy what he'd done and then
said later."

Perry came out with the steaks and a timer to let him know when
to send me in and get the peas out of the microwave.
Somehow, I knew that Quincy wanted me and that the feeling
was mutual.  I knew, too, I loved Perry, but realized it was easy
to love more than one person at a time -- like Perry, my parents
and even Nancy sometimes.  I hoped Perry knew that, too.

After eating, Quincy helped us clean what needed cleaning and
we bagged the trash and took it home in the trunk.  Perry said his
dad let friends use the cabin but it was a one-time deal if they left
it dirty or wastebaskets full of trash.  He owned the damned place
but he wasn't a janitor.

When we arrived home Perry went in with me to thank my
parents for loaning me to him for the weekend.  We found my
parents, Nancy and Carol Sullivan watching TV, which my dad
immediately shut off.  We handed my dad the fish and had to go
through the whole business of Perry getting his foot caught in the
net and my jumping in the instant Sue Kohl fell backwards out of
the Kohl's boat.

I explained some of it, but Perry did the most talking and said
more than I wished he had, like:  "Joey knew exactly what to.
After he helped me up onto the dock, he wrapped a towel
around me.  Then, because I had the shakes he made me take
a shower.  Because he was wet and cold, too, and because the
cottage has only a 10-gallon HWH we had to shower together.
Then he made me take a couple of Tylenol and take a nap. He
lay down beside me and stayed with me to make sure I was
OK.  Quincy Adamson, who'd taught swimming/lifesaving
classes to Joey, came out and he was full of praise for Joey
and what he'd done."  It was funny in a way.  I kept looking at
Carol Sullivan and she could hardly keep her hand off her
crotch when Perry was talking about us showering and taking a
nap together.  When Perry left he wrapped an arm around my
shoulders, and said, "Thanks again, pal.  I'll never forget this
weekend - for what you did and because I'm still alive to
remember it." Then he bent down and gave me a quick kiss on
the cheek.  I was pooped so I kissed mom and dad and went up
to my room even if it wasn't my usual time to turn in.  Nancy
and Carol, I knew, weren't pooped but Carol had probably
dragged Nancy up the stairs so they could talk about Perry.  I
was right.

What I hadn't guessed was that both Perry and I would be their
topic of discussion. Carol started things off and talked until the
conversation ended. The minute they were in bed, Carol said,
"Oh Nancy play with my pussy.  Your fucking brother and Perry
got me so hot talking about their weekend that I've never been
so wet."

I don't understand, Perry fucked you; he surely didn't fuck Joey.
I can't understand why you're so worked up."

Carol responded, "When he fucked me,  (I had to stifle a
snicker. I knew she was lying through her teeth) it was on a
farm road north of town, it was dark, I could hardly see his face
let alone his penis.  Then it all happened so fast.  He jabbed it
into me and in less than a minute he pulled it out.  I think he'd
already climaxed.  I guess that's what they call it when boys
shoot and lose their erection; at least that's what Betty
Anderson told me. When Perry was telling about showering and
napping with Joey, I kept wishing it had been me.

"Joey probably didn't even look at him."

"Don't be so naive, Nancy. One of my brothers told me the
grade and junior high school boys are always looking at the
high school boy's penises at the urinals."

So it went until my dad called up the staircase that Quincy
Adamson had come to see me and he was coming up.  He
added that mom and he were going to bed so be sure to let
Quincy out and lock the door.

Suddenly I didn't feel quite so pooped out.

When he came up I put a finger to my lips to signify "be quiet"
and I wrote a note saying Nancy and Carol Sullivan were in the
room beyond the door. He added, "Do we have to be quiet?"  I
took him to the far side of the room and whispering, explained
the situation to him and said "Yes, and we better talk on this
side of the room.


As a consequence, even before getting into my bed, which was
also against the door and Quincy said, "Lets strip."  We did, and
Quincy began, "I'm sorry Perry and you were fucked out by the
time I got to the lake.  I felt left out and horny as hell."

When he was naked except for his briefs, I looked.  He was
hung the same as Perry.  God, in one weekend my life had
changed from zero experiences to sex with two men.  And, I
LOVED IT!  Even with our shorts still on it was obvious we'd
started getting hard.  When we'd removed our shorts and
tossed them on the carpet, he was fully hard and he was
absolutely amazing.  I'd neither thought nor imagined that a
dick like his existed; it extended 4 inches straight out from his
body, curved and had an additional 4 inches pointing down.  I
asked him if I could touch it.  He replied, "Hell no.  Do you think
I got naked and erected just so you could look at it?  It's all
your's.  That's why I came over here, tonight.  It needs a good
playing with and a blowjob."

I began feeling it and that alone almost brought me to climax so
I stopped.  It was a very handsome cock on an extremely
handsome man.  Quincy had black hair, cut very short, with a
small, balding spot in back, brown eyes and a terrific tan above
the waist from doing farm work.  His legs and arms were hairy,
as was his chest.  His pubes were thick and bushy.  He looked
like a man, that's for sure.  He was extremely intelligent but shy
and I think his shyness gave you the false impression that he
wasn't too smart when you first met him.

The minute I stopped feeling him up, he lay down on my bed,
raised his legs and spread them wide apart.  "Joey I think you
better take care of it right away.  It's not going to last long!" I got
on my knees, between his legs, and took 4 inches of it down my
throat.  I couldn't make it around the curve.  Within seconds,
Quincy had an organism in my mouth and it triggered me to the
same on the bed sheets.   It was tremendous, I hadn't touched
myself, expended no conscious effort, it just happened - the
spontaneous result of extreme sexual pleasure. I rolled over,
put my head on his arm and my arm across his chest.

That was the last thing I remembered until I woke at 3 AM, the
lamp on the bedside table still on with a note attached reading,
"Joey we went to sleep I let myself out at 1AM. Lock the door!

I crept downstairs and locked the door, as my dad had
instructed me. Nobody was any the wiser.