Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 19:55:32 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE LAKE WITH PERRY-2

Perry's parents returned late Sunday night and Monday
evening they both came over to thank me personally for
my quick thinking in giving Perry a life saver and cutting
the net that his foot was entangled in.

The remainder of the summer turned out to be the busiest
I'd ever had in my life from several standpoints.  A
couple of weeks later, Perry came over and told my dad
one of his dad's rental properties was vacant and he had a
tenant but it needed a lot of cleaning and painting to
ready it for occupancy.  The former tenant had taken care
of the yard but the inside was a mess.  His dad wanted
him to ask if I would help Perry out and he'd pay me.

So it took Perry and me eight days of working our butts
off to paint, scrub the floors and carpeting, clean the
cabinets, appliances, windows and whatever else needed
it.  His dad paid me the same wages an adult would have
received and my dad was amazed, as was I.

Of course the eight days included some time out for fun.
Perry and Quincy both had the hots for their newly found
Boy toy, as they'd both started calling me, and the
feeling was mutual.  Then, a day or two before we were
finished, Perry showed me some stuff he'd ordered on
the Internet -- a real small butt plug, a medium sized one
and an 8-inch dildo that reminded me of his dick.  He'd
also gotten a can of lube and told me, starting with the
small one, keep sticking them up my ass and keeping
them there until it was accustomed to having something
inside it.  Every time he had a chance, he'd check on my
progress.   While working on the house, and afterwards,
he also encouraged me by giving me his 8-inch, real
thing to suck on.  It seemed that the more I got the more I
wanted.

After the apartment was done, Perry came over, and with
my dad's permission, helped me remove the door
between Nancy and my rooms, fill in the opening with
studs and batt insulation and finish with an 8' by 4' sheet
of plywood, with a prefinished wood grain, on each side
of the former door opening. Nancy was happy, especially
since we took her to the lumberyard so she could pick out
the plywood panel that went in her room.  It was a good
thing and I didn't miss being able to eavesdrop because I
soon realized I'd been wasting my time; I now knew a lot
more about men's cocks, how big they were and their
shooting off than any of Nancy's self appointed
sleepover experts.

Of course, along with all that was happening, I still had
the lawn to take care of.  Too, Nancy and I seemed to get
along better.

Twice, when Perry and his parents were all out of town
visiting relatives, they gave Quincy keys to the cabin and
boat and we went fishing - officially.

Unofficially we tried every position possible so I could
go down further on him, including my straddling him sort
of upside down on the bed, holding it and trying to take
more of it, on the theory that it was pointing the right
way to go down my throat.  Nothing worked.  He said not
to worry -- nobody was able to do any better and he
enjoyed my sucking what I could, as evidenced by the
way I could get him so excited and how he always shot
off big time -- I liked it too and as with Perry, the more I
got the more I wanted, or needed.  It got so I couldn't
distinguish one from the other.  I guess they are both the
same thing where sex is concerned.

Every time Quincy and I did something we got deeper
into fantasy.  The first time Quincy held my arm and
spanked me with his hand as I hopped around in a circle,
hollering "OUCH THAT HURTS" at the top of my
voice.  Then even spanking evolved.  After we were
naked he'd lean me over his lap with my dick between
his legs and squeeze it with his legs, then spank me with
whatever was at hand, his hand, his belt, a ruler. It hurt
and it made me scream out loud a few times; oddly, it
also caused me to get the most enormous erections I'd
ever had.  Then, suddenly, he'd stop.  Next he rub my
butt lightly with his hand, moving it in circles, then
WHAM, he'd give me harder whacks and I'd get even
harder.

While all of this was going on, Quincy would
occasionally spread his legs a bit, reach around under his
legs and feel my dick.  Somehow he could judge how
close I was to climax, which he never allowed me to
achieve.  Just before I was at the height of sexual arousal,
he'd stop, stand up and push my head down on his big,
hard, bent cock so I could swallow his load.  It got so his
climax triggered me to have one as he climaxed or
seconds thereafter.

What really surprised me was the day, after he'd given
me my spanking, he lay, on the bed, legs up and said,
"Fuck me."  Both of us shot big with that and when we'd
finished he pulled me down on top of him and I thought
he'd never stop kissing me. Every time I was with him,
as well as Perry, I loved them more and more;
eventhough I'd passed the point where I thought more
was impossible because I loved them so much already.

It was mid August and not much time was left before
they both had to go back to Lincoln to start their classes
at the University when one day Perry invited me to go
fishing.  We never even got as far as the boat but right
away took some fish out of the freezer in the boat house
to defrost and told my parents we didn't catch anything
this time but took some out of the freezer to bring home.

By now Perry knew I'd worked my way up to the dildo,
so he had me lie on the bed and grab my buns with my
hands to spread my cheeks.  Then he told me to act like I
was straining to take a bowel movement.  He really got
excited at that saying it looked like my boy pussy was
just inviting him to stick his dick in it.  He decided I was
ready and after he'd lubed me I looked around to watch
him lube his cock.  God, the thing was enormous --
harder, longer and thicker than I'd ever seen it before.
Then he turned me over, told me to hold my legs up, and
I watched him put it in.  It hurt, it really did, despite the
fact that he was no bigger than the dildo -- maybe it was
the moving in and out.  At first he was gentle but his
passion soon got the best of him and my first time at
being fucked turned out to be better for him than it was
for me.  I tried to be philosophical about it. It would have
been worse if I hadn't experienced the butt plugs and the
dildo and I really did want to satisfy him because it
seemed more like an act of love than masturbating him or
sucking him off.

Even before they left for Lincoln, Perry arranged with
my dad for me to go to the first home game of the
football season for the Big Reds, the U of N football
team.  His parents had season tickets but his mom hated
going, so his dad had invited me to go with him, which
solved the transportation problem.  I was surprised when
Mr. Nagel pulled up the driveway of a small, frame
house and Perry and Quincy ran out to meet us.  I'd
always assumed that being roommates they meant in a
dormitory, but Mr. Nagel had bought the house for them
and would sell it when they graduated.

After half an hour, Mr. Nagel left to stay with friends and
within five minutes a small U-Haul rental truck pulled
onto the driveway.  Perry introduced the driver and
passenger to me as Bill and Jimmy.  It's kind of a long
story, but for the sake of understanding the remainder of
the story, I'll tell you.  Mr. Nagel had bought the house
from Bill and Jimmy two years ago.  For years they had
hosted a party after the first home game, the first one
being in honor of a gay, football player.  Since the first
party it had degenerated into just a bash for sake of a
bash. Nebraska didn't need to even win the game; it was
just a bash for University gays.  They'd sold the house
and moved to a country address which they knew nobody
could find, whereas by word of mouth everyone knew
where the party was located and the rules - park in the
shopping center two blocks east and walk - enter the
party via the gate between the house and garage - keep
the noise level down - don't invite a friend unless you'd
had gay sex with him -- the party is held in the basement,
garage and back yard so don't ask to go upstairs and
don't stand, smoke or drink in the front or side yards.

Quincy started helping Bill and Jimmy, while Perry took
me around and explained more.  The house was a small,
frame, one story, two-bedroom house on a double corner
lot. It was old but well kept and Bill and Jimmy had
finished the basement off with two more bedrooms,
another bath, a laundry/storage room and a recreation
room with a pool table.  They'd also built the double
garage, located between the house and it's neighbor, and
had a professional landscaper install an in-ground
Jacuzzi, a shelter with an additional toilet and washbasin,
a brick patio along with a yard that was almost a
woodland with wandering lawns and benches here and
there -- all enclosed with a high concrete block wall
textured to look like stone.  Perry showed me pictures of
it taken in the spring with Lilac Bushes, Iris and spring
bulb flowers in bloom - all assets that had appealed to
Mr. Nagel as assuring easy resale.  Bill's aunt and uncle,
apartment dwellers, occupied the house and took care of
the yard when Perry and Quincy were on summer
vacation.

Perry and I started helping out and continued talking at
the same time.  Bill and Jimmy, still used the house for
the once a year party and stood all the expenses.  Perry
said it had grown, people came and left constantly and it
was a mixture of handsome studs on down to guys that
should have been aborted - I told him that was unkind.
He responded to just wait and see before making
judgment.

Folding partitions that hooked together made six glory
holes in the garage -- three of which had stools to sit on.

That immediately intrigued me.  Perry jammed his big
dick though a hole and said, to me, "Suck it." I would
have but Bill said, "Ignore him, he does that every year."

When we got home from the game, the party was already
in progress, with a hired cook barbequing hamburgers on
the patio and guys helping themselves to beer from a keg.
In the basement there was a hard liquor bar with several
bartenders and guys were already playing pool.

I felt lost in a way and started out just looking around
(read as gawking at guys).  One guy with white pants and
T-shirt, sandals and crew cut, airplane ears, high
cheekbones and hollow cheeks that had brown marks on
his right side caught my eye.  My description doesn't
sound very flattering, but it all added up to being real
sexy looking.  Then there were two, tall, black guys that
arrived in business suits, obviously straight from work
and Perry told them the closets in the two bedrooms were
empty.  They came back in with their shirtsleeves, rolled
up.  They were both eye candy and I stared at them, too.

A half hour later, the guy with the crew cut wandered off
into the garden with a tall, paper cup full of beer.  I
poured myself one about half full and went to find him.
He was sitting on a bench in the shade, smoking a
cigarette.  I asked him if I could bum a cigarette and he
offered me the pack and his lighter, said his name was
Jerry and motioned for me to sit beside him.  He started
the conversation with saying this was his first time at the
party and he hadn't seen the friend that brought him since
they'd arrived.  I told him it was my first time too; I was
from Bancroft and friend of one of the guys that owned
the house.  After a while, he asked where the nearest john
was and I told him in the little structure by the Jacuzzi or
one of the porta-potties around the side of the garage that
was out of view.  He left his beer on the bench and
trotted off.  I thought that was the end of that until he
came back with two new cups of beer -- one for each of
us and offered me another cigarette.

Jerry said his friend had told him there was some pot
smoking and nudity after things got really rolling and
after it got dark.  I told him I had a bit of voyeur in me,
so I'd enjoy the nudity.

He asked what else I liked.  I told him just about
everything, I liked sucking, getting fucked and even liked
to be spanked.

"Shit, how old are you, Joey?"

"Fifteen."

"You're a lucky kid, I'm twenty-one and haven't done
nearly as much stuff as you have."

"What have you done?"

"I've sucked a few guys and one fucked me.  I'm not
very popular.  I'm not well endowed."

"I don't see why that matters.  If they're hard they're
good."

"Guess mine should be good right now.  Talking with
you has made it hard."

"Me too."  As I said it, I took mine out and reached over
and felt his.  He took it out and it was four inches, but
fairly beefy for such a skinny guy.

"What's your fantasy, Jerry?"

"I'd like to fuck a guy."

"Would a boy do?"
"A boy would be even better.  Where could we go?"

"There's two bedrooms in the basement, but out here
would be more exciting."

"Maybe too exciting.  What if we got caught?"

"We've been here a half hour all alone, lets just go over
to the wall and follow it into the trees."

We did, we dropped our pants, I bent over and braced my
hands against the wall.  He spit on my hole and rubbed it
around, spit on his dick and entered me.  He was really
hard now in anticipation of his first time fucking.  What
his dick lacked in size, Jerry made up for with the
hardness he fucked me.  I was used to Perry, who was
gentler, but I wanted to make Jerry happy.  I guess I did
as I felt him shoot inside me, pull out, turn me around
and kiss me.

We walked back, together, after exchanging e-mail
addresses. He asked if I was hungry.  We picked up two
hamburgers, put what we wanted on them and sat next to
eachother on two of the folding chairs placed around the
patio.  After eating, he thanked me again and said he
hoped I was serious about keeping in touch through e-
mail.  I told him I was because I liked him and thought he
was good looking.  Eventually he left to see if he could
find his friend.

While sitting on the patio, I noticed a lot of guys were
going in and out of the garage, so I decided to try it.  I
liked it.  I liked it a lot.  The dicks were anonymous and
had to stand on their own merits -- thickness, length, head
shape, and balls (some guys put all their assets through
the hole at once.)  I sucked off two cocks the first time
but returned several times during the evening.  On the
way out I noticed something that got me hotter than
sucking cocks through the hole.  I noticed that the
cocksuckers had their cocks out -- some just so they
wouldn't shoot off in their pants and some were playing
with them.  Either case, it didn't take much looking to
decide there was nothing harder than a cocksucker's cock
when the cocksucker was sucking cock.  I got on my
knees and found they were ready to pop.  One guy didn't
like my doing it and tried to push me off but too late.  His
cum was already flowing into my mouth.

When I left the garage one of the tall, black guys started
playing games with me.  He'd make eye contact; go to
the basement and into one of the bedrooms, turning
around to make sure I'd seen where he went.  When I
went in he wasn't there.  It was frustrating and made me
feel like an ignorant jerk -- maybe he'd gone into the
other bedroom.

As the evening progressed, some guys, including Bill, did
strip and mingle naked with the crowd.  The next thing of
note was an unscheduled entertainment. It started when a
teen-age skater boy laid his board on the pool table and
one of the tall black guys (not the one I'd tried to follow
into the bedroom) ripped the skater's shorts down and
humped him.

The black guy had the biggest cock I'd ever seen and
made me realize how lucky I'd been with Perry and
Quincy.  The black guy was by no means gentle.  He
shoved his whole thing into the boy's ass and fucked him
like there was no tomorrow.  A lot of guys unzipped their
flies and masturbated while watching as the skater boy
screamed his lungs out.

I watched, too, but the black guy that kept luring me to
follow him into a bedroom, only to disappear, diverted
my attention.  I decided to give it one more try to see if I
could succeed. This time, he gave me a clue -- he left the
closet door open a crack.  I entered, felt around and there
he was.  We undressed eachother.  There was no
foreplay, no kissing, he just pushed me down to a
kneeling position, took my hand and wrapped it around
his big fucker, the equal of the guy's in the pool table
show.

I opened my mouth and put his cockhead into my mouth.
Wouldn't you have done the same?

I hadn't sucked long until he pulled out; afraid I wasn't
satisfying him, I said, "I'm sorry.  I guess I'm not doing
very well."

He pulled me up, went out and locked the bedroom door,
opened the window and sat on the bed and had me come
sit beside him while we took a cigarette break.  "You're
doing super kid.  It's a difficult cock to suck, but
remember I chose you.  You're young, blonde and
beautiful and you excite me just knowing you're on your
knees in front of me."

"I'm not really blonde, the summer sun bleaches it."

	"It's blonde right now.  "Who brought you to this party."

	"No one really, I'm a friend of the guy who lives
here and his roommate.  I live in Bancroft, the same as
they do."

"No shit, Perry Nagel and Quincy Adamson.  I know
them and Perry's dad, Bob, too."

"How's that?"

"Bob's a friend of my boss.  I work in a bank too.  I was
introduced to him and then we accidentally ran into
eachother in a gay bar in Omaha one night.

"Bob's gay?"

"I don't know about always but he is now. He and his
wife don't have sex anymore, and as Bob says, "You
don't need an erection to enjoy sucking a big cock.  By
the way, my name is Mike Daniels, what's yours?"

"Joey Meadows."

"Joey I think we best keep Bob Nagel as our secret."

" Me, too. Will you tell me, Mike, why you pulled out, if
you were enjoying it?

"I was enjoying it a little too much and I'd sniffed a little
too heavily from the popper's bottle."

"What are poppers?"

"Shit, I really don't know how to explain them except to
say they are an aphrodisiac."

"And what does that mean?"

"An aphrodisiac is something that increases sexual
desires -- in this instance it is a liquid in a small brown
bottle that you stiff from.  Actually they are illegal, since
from the Reagan Administration so a neighbor tells me,
and the ones you buy today are kind of a substitute but
this neighbor is a chemist and makes his own and sells
me a bottle, now and then."

"So, back to why did you pull out?"

"I was greedy and sniffed too long and hard at a time."

"Would you let me try them?"

"I don't think so.  You know less about them than I do."

"Please!"

"I like getting sucked off in the dark and I couldn't watch
how much you were taking."
"We could turn on this little, bedside lamp, turn out the
ceiling light and just leave the closet door open a crack."

"We can try it, start without them, and when I take a hit
you can, but I'll watch you pretty close."

"Mike had scared me a little, but I really did like his
explanation of what they did and found out they did what
they were supposed to do -- his big, beautiful, black dick
seemed to get bigger the more I sucked on it.  He put a
hand on each side of my head but didn't even try to move
it.  At the same time I was able to take more of it, but not
all of it.  Sucking that cock, in the dark, became an
unbelievable, indescribable experience for me and I
forced myself to focus on making it shoot.

I cannot tell you how long it took -- it turned into a
dreamlike experience, only to end when Mike held my
head in place, pushed his cock in just a little deeper than
I'd been able to manage and emptied his balls into my
mouth.  Immediately, he grabbed me under the arms and
lifted me up, had me wrap my legs over his shoulders and
in no time sucked me dry -- as Perry had said that first
day at the lake.

We, too, like Jerry and I, exchanged e-mail addresses and
I found Perry and asked him if I could go upstairs and go
to bed.  He took me up and turned down the king sized
bed in the front bedroom, because it was not directly
about the rec. room in the basement.  He kissed me and
told me to sleep in the middle, as Quincy and he would
join me in a few hours.

It was ten o'clock when I woke and had sex with first
Quincy and then Perry.  That I had foreseen.  What I had
not foreseen was the arrival of Bill and Jimmy around
noon with a crew of men that cleaned up the basement,
yard and garage in one hour.

When Mr. Nagel arrived he'd never have guessed a wild
party that had taken place yesterday after the game.
We left at 5PM Central Time and I was home at 8PM
Mountain Time.

It's funny how things turn out, not only for me, but for
everybody, I guess.

First, when Perry graduated and came back home, his dad
gave him the money to buy a half interest in my dad's
hardware store.  It turned out great for both of them
because Perry had a degree in Business Administration
and a lot of new ideas.  They expanded into carrying
things besides hardware -- everything farmers would need
plus things people had been traveling thirty miles to buy,
like kitchen and laundry appliances.  They even built an
addition to the store improved the parking facilities.

Second, Quincy's parents left him the farm and moved to
Sidney, Nebraska, where an older daughter lived.

Third -- when I graduated, Bob Nagel hired me and I am
now the loan officer in the bank.

The three are still single, meet often and have never lost
our hornies.

My sister, Nancy, married a Methodist Minister.  I guess
they learned how to screw because they have four kids
and now live in Omaha.

Oh yes, Quincy finally got around to teaching Perry how
to swim as well as some life saving techniques.

THANK FOR READING MY STORY.  I HOPE YOU
ENJOYED IT.