Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 13:54:12 -0700
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: The Outing 1

THE OUTING
By: Max the Cat
(M/b-MM/b)
Comments and suggestions to gmony6@gmail.com &
Hermesauthor@gmail.com

Part 1: Despair!

Carl Weinhart sat on a stump of an old tree in Winfield Scott Park, the
large setting named after "Old Fuss and Feathers" of The Mexican war
fame. He set his containers of chalks next to him and held his large pad of
paper on his lap and prepared to sketch the old Redwood and bench centered
beneath it, it made a very nice prop for his picture.

He sketched for some twenty minutes and then put the pad down and closed
his eyes, he needed to refocus. He opened his eyes and a boy had sat down
on the bench. Carl was going to ask him to move, but noticed the boy was
crying, his red cheeks were stained with tears, the boy was bawling. Carl
sat there for a few minutes trying to figure why a boy of around twelve
would be sitting there in front of him crying so hard and so openly?

Carl got up, slapped his hands together to get the chalk dust off, then
slowly walked over to the boy and sat down next to him. "Hi I'm Carl. You
know, it can't be that bad, want to tell me about it? It's always good to
tell someone what's bothering you and I'm a great listener." The
sandy-haired boy shook his head, his bloodshot blue eyes were so
puffy. "Come on, really I'm not judgmental at all, really, now first what's
you're name?"

Again he shook his head no! He sniffed and wiped his head on his light blue
shirt sleeve. "You wouldn't understand, you just wouldn't!" Carl put a soft
hand on the boy's shoulder and gave the boy a reassuring smile "Try me, you
just might be surprised." He handed a handkerchief to the boy who blew his
nose and wiped his puffy eyes.  The boy looked up at Carl and said, "It
happened at school and it's too horrible to talk about."

Carl gave the boy a reassuring smile. "What's you're name?" The boy
sniffled up, "I'm Terry, Terry Dalton." Carl gave Terry another big smile,
"Okay, Terry, how old are you?" The boy wiped a tear, "Almost twelve, I
will be twelve in September, September the 20th." Carl said, "Good, now
what can be so bad for you, boy of almost twelve?" Terry looked at Carl
with the biggest blue eyes and most beautiful mouth Carl had ever seen on a
boy.

Carl opened his mouth to ask something, but Terry quickly said, "If I told
you, you'd hate me!" Carl chuckled, "I seriously doubt it, you didn't kill
anyone did you? Or rob someone?" The boy shook his head, "It's worse than
that!" Carl smiled softly, "Nothing could be worse than that! Nothing!"
Terry wiped another tear, "They found out about me, about how I am." Carl
gave Terry a hug, "What do you mean Terry, about you?"

Terry felt tears begin to roll again, Carl took a cloth and wiped them as
they fell, "Now, what could be so bad?" Terry looked at Carl, "I'm
different, I'm gay and the boys in gym found out that I was and they called
me names, and said they'd kick my ass, and they didn't want me in gym
class, and they told almost everyone, and they were texting like crazy, and
by now the whole school knows!"

Carl gave Terry a hard hug. "You know Terry you're not the only gay boy in
the world. And you're not the only gay boy in your school, right?' Terry
looked at him, not really understanding what he was talking about. Carl
looked deep into the bloodshot blue eyes, "Terry my preference is boys also
and I have had to put up with discrimination because I'm different. People
are afraid of difference." He gave the boy a soft kiss on the cheek, then
he kissed the tearful eyes.

Carl sat there and held the boy for almost twenty minutes, slowly rocking
and trying to make Terry feel better. He spied a vendor at the other end of
the park. "How about a soda, would you like a soda, I sure would." Terry
nodded and quietly answered, "Yes." They picked up the chalks, pad and back
pack and walked to the vendor. Carl bought them each a soda and they walked
back in silence, just sipping the sodas, saying nothing.

They sat on the bench saying nothing, just sipped their sodas and looked
out at birds and the squirrels that inhabited the park. They had to chuckle
at one who sat on it's back haunches and nibbled a pine nut looking at them
as though he was commenting on the two humans who just sat and stared at
nothing.  Carl finally had to ask, "Terry how did they find out you were
gay?" Terry's head hung lower and he whispered, "A magazine that fell out
of my back pack in the gym." He reached into his back pack and pulled out a
magazine titled, 'Men and Boys in Action!' Carl looked it over, it was
German with English, Spanish, and German words to go along with the boys
having all kinds of sex with older men. "Where did you find this?" Carl
asked. He had all kinds, still he was curious how a twelve year old had
it?"

Terry said in a very low voice, "I found it in some bushes and stuffed it
in my back pack, I didn't think it would fall out, but the guys saw it and
just passed it around and then I grabbed it back, but it was too late, they
were laughing, calling me names , I just ran while the were on their cell
phones." Carl looked through the magazine, then handed it back to Terry. "I
would hide it, if I were you. And if at school you're asked, say you threw
it away in a dumpster."

Carl stood up and stretched. He pulled out a business card and handed it to
Terry, "Call or email me if you need to talk to someone Terry, I'll be
there for you, okay?" Terry smiled, "Thanks for listening to me Carl, I
feel a bit better now, really." Carl took Terry's chin in his hand. "Things
will get better, really, if anyone asks, you really didn't get to look over
the magazine, you found it and put it in your back pack, it might work. Who
knows?"

Carl walked toward the parking lot while Terry walked out the south side
toward his home. Carl smiled while Terry looked at the card, "CARL
WEINHART, Photographer, Weddings, School Pictures, Photos for that Special
occasion. Phone 555-2704..................email: Photo-Snap.net, By
Appointment Only!" He put it in his wallet and walked home to an empty
house. His mom worked as a Beautician and worked late every night, his dad
was never in the picture, so he took a dinner from the freezer and made a
slit in the cellophane and popped it into the microwave.

Terry sat and at his TV dinner and leafed through the magazine, he was
almost instantly hard and throbbing. The cover had a blond haired boy, open
mouthed while an unseen man was jacking a massive amount of sperm into the
boy's wide open mouth, his red tongue was coated with the creamy spooge,
which also covered the boy's chin and some dropped onto his bare chest.

As Terry leafed through the hardcore pornography, he got more and more
excited. He finally couldn't take it any more and went to his room,
stripped and laid on his back looking at the magazine and jacking. He had a
wash cloth on his tummy to catch his cum when he spilled it. He was eying a
red headed boy sucking on a hard black cock, as another skewered him from
behind, The boy's blue eyes sparkled as the two black men had their way
with him. He didn't make it very far.

Terry's breath came in hard short pants. He wanked his cock faster and
faster until he erupted and the cloth caught the the creamy sperm
splotch. He kept jacking off until the last of his ejaculate joined the
rest on the wash cloth. He laid back to catch his breath. He finally
regained his composure and cleaned his penis, slid the magazine in-between
his mattress and box spring, and again laid back to further catch his
breath. The idea of the men and boys were nice and new.

Terry showered and as he scrubbed he thought to himself, 'I wonder how long
it's going to take me to get through the magazine without jacking off all
the time! That magazine is so hot, I never knew things like that existed.'
He did his homework and went to bed. He had a hard time getting to sleep,
he had to look some more and jack off again. "Damn, I have to shower before
I go to school in the morning, DAMN!"

Today Carl was in the Sprague home making a series of family photos. Father
James and mother Shirley were sitting on dining room chairs and the three
Sprague children; Madge 16, Scott 15, and Jimmy Jr.,11 were standing
behind. He took a set with only the three children afterward. Jimmy had
singled Carl out to show him how to use the new camera he had gotten for
Christmas. "Well Jimmy, just come down to the shop when you have the chance
and I can go over it all with you." The parents were very happy to let the
boy go down to Carl's shop. "It's so nice of you to give Jimmy the time out
of your busy day." Shirley said handing Carl a steaming mug of coffee.

Carl assured her he would show Jimmy everything he needed to know to be a
good photographer. He also loved the tight butt on the boy, but he didn't
mention that to Mrs. Sprague.  He thought to himself, 'Maybe, just maybe
Jimmy had more to offer as he learned to use his camera and other things.'
Jimmy followed Carl around the home being very helpful, and Carl couldn't
get over the boys big brown eyes and again the very tight butt, he loved
how it twitched.

The following day at school Terry kept a low profile, still there were
points and snickers. Miles Wolford the school's star pitcher came up behind
Terry and whispered, "Hey fag boy, suck any cock lately?" Terry's heart
sunk. He went to each class and looked down at the floor. After school
Terry headed home as quick as he could. He turned a corner and ran into
three of the ball team's players. They grabbed him. "Well, if it isn't the
school cock sucker! Want to suck us off fag?" Terry turned and ran.

He ran home, closed the door behind him, and looked out the blinds. He saw
no one. Then went to his room and sat on his bed and cried. After a few
minutes, he picked up the phone and dialed the phone number on the
card. The phone rang once, twice, and on the third ring it was
answered. "Hello, Carl speaking." There was a pause then Terry said,
"Mr. Weinhart it's Terry from the park, do you remember me?"

Carl smiled then answered, "Of course Terry. I remember you, how are you?"
Terry cleared hie throat then said, "If you have the time, can I talk to
you? I had a bad day at school today, a real bad day." Carl looked at his
watch, smiled and said, "Sure Terry, would you like to come to the shop?
It's only me here and we could be alone." Terry smiled, "Gee Mr. Weinhart,
that would be great. I can be there on my bike in twenty minutes." Carl
told him to knock twice and he'd let the boy in.

Carl readied himself for the lovely looking preteen. He smiled and thought
to himself, 'Yes, life was good, very good!' The front of his two-story
home was the Photo Shoppe. Upstairs was used for his other business, making
videos and taking pictures for a certain clientele. Man/boy pornography,
and that business was very good since the new laws that had been passed
giving men and agreeing boys the right to have all the sex they could want.

Boi Toi's World Wide facilities were going gangbusters. They had Channel
6969, Vacation facilities in so many exotic spots and their Cruise Liners
stocked with up to 100 young boi's to service the vacationers made him
drool. He had a place to post his videos, sell his videos and his pictures,
that were placed in the periodicals B.T.W. sold and their sales were
tremendous. He was making money had over fist.

The bell rang and Carl opened the door and let Terry in who again had red
eyes from crying. Seeing this, Carl said, "Gee Terry, you look like you've
been through the ringer." Terry looked at Carl and gave him a half hearted
smile. The boy took a seat on the couch.. "Can I get you something Terry?
Soda? Cider? Lemonade?" The boy asked for a soda." Carl had a cup of
coffee. He handed the boy a frosty cola in a glass of ice and Terry drank
half in one gulp.

Terry told Carl what had happened at school and after school. Carl sat
closer and placed a hand on the top of Terry's thigh and gave it a
squeeze. Terry smiled at Carl who gave him another thigh squeeze. "No-one
hit you, right? The boy shook his head, and said, "No." "Good, then it will
die down and just tell them it's none of their business. You go to the
office and tell them your being accused of something and that you want the
people responsible to be talked to or you will have your mother contact the
the authorities and a lawyer!" Terry smiled and felt another squeeze only
higher up on his thigh, he liked it.

Terry look deeply at Carl, who swallowed hard and bent forward and kissed
Terry full on the lips and was very surprised when the boys tongue slipped
between his lips and found his tongue. Carl's hand inched into the center
and cupped the boy's hard package. He heard Terry moan and arch forward
giving Carl all the access he wanted. Carl squeezed harder. Carl asked,
"Should I take my hand away?"

Terry felt somewhat lightheaded and slipped back on a fluffy pillow, he
looked up at Carl and shook his head. Carl moved with him, his hand firmly
grasping the boys maleness. Terry was breathing hard as Carl massaged him,
he moaned in a high squeaky voice. "Ooohhh I'm feeling different. I'm
throbbing and feel lightheaded Carl, ooohhh I'm so hard in my pants!" Carl
smiled, "Would you like another cola Terry, then go upstairs and see the
rest of my house?" Terry nodded and said, "Okay!"

Carl got up, he had to adjust himself, he was hard and throbbing. He got
Terry another cola and took the boy upstairs slowly showing the hot boy the
rooms and slipping into the bedroom and showing him the view from his
balcony, which overlooked a large backyard with an Olympic sized pool, BBQ
area and hot tub. His hands roamed the boys back and squeezed the boys ass,
the other squeezed his crotch, Terry rocked back and forth pushing his
crotch into the man's hand. "Carl are we going to do anything together?"
Carl bent forward and kissed Terry on the lips, "Only if you want to."

Carl escorted the boy back into the bedroom and onto the large bed. His
hands roamed under Terry's clothing, the heat of the moment helped lowering
Terry resistance to the probing hands that pushed up his shirt and exposed
is puffy pink nipples. Carl took one between his lips, his tongue scraping
the sensitive flesh. His free hand slid in behind the front of Terry's
pants and took hold of the four inches of hard, throbbing boi-cock. He felt
Terry shudder and push against his hand.

Carl put his mouth over Terry's and the boy's mouth opened to receive the
older man's probing tongue. Carl pulled back. "Maybe I should stop Terry?"
He felt the boys arms reach behind his neck and pull him back down to his
lips as he kissed Carl back. Terry craved the attention and the hot new
feelings he was receiving from Carl. They were so new and he wanted more
and would do anything Carl wanted to get more and more!

Carl extracted himself from Terry's grasp and stood up and unbuttoned
Terry's pants and pulled both jeans and jockeys down and off as the boy
raised his butt. He pulled up and off the Velcro from his shoes and took
them off Terry's feet, the pants and jockeys followed. Carl stood up and
observed the boi-cock pointing hard and straight toward Terry's cleft chin.

Terry's eyes were glazed and heavy, Carl took the four inches of boi-cock
in his hand and bent forward and circled the reddish/purple head with the
tip of his tongue, his eyes looked up toward the boy and noticed Terry
mouthing words, but the boy's voice remained silent. The boy jumped when
Carl sucked in the whole four inches. His hands were unbuttoning his own
clothing, his mouth and tongue sucking and licking the hard boi-flesh.

Quickly Carl was as naked as Terry, his very hot and hard seven inches
snapped against his belly. Terry opened his eyes and saw the purple headed
cock pointed his way and smiled, licked his lips and said "Gee it's so big
and so hard!" Carl let Terry's saliva coated cock lose and knelt up by
Terry's head. He took Terry's free hands and placed them on his hot, hard
cock. Terry took hold with both hands, he knew it would be on his lips soon
and was actually hoping to taste it, something he had never done before.

Carl with the help of Terry's grasp had his rampant cock close to the boys
full lips. Terry's red tongue snaked out and took a swipe of the glossy
precum covered cock head. Carl felt a shiver run up his spine, Terry's
tongue scraped across the bulbous head and got his first taste. He smiled
and opened his mouth, Carl pushed forward and landed on Terry's red
tongue. Terry's full lips clamped tight on the hot length of cock.

Slurp, smack, and suck could be heard among the grunts and groans. Terry
was nursing on Carl's cock like a puppy on a teat. His saliva flowed and
bathed the man's penis in the warm fluid. Carl's ball sac was getting
tighter and he felt Terry's hand on them, he moaned, "Ooohhh god Terry, and
you say this is your first cock? Fuck you are a quick study! Fuck! Suck it
harder, I want to cum, fuck'n eat my cum, please!" Terry had five of the
seven inched in his mouth, the head hit the back of his throat and he
gagged, yet he kept the sucking pressure on the hot, throbbing fleshy tube.

Carl had both hands on Terry's head, he rocked back and forth fucking the
hot sucking lips, the fucking kid was amazing, he really showed promise and
Carl meant to be his teacher. He had so much to teach this boi, then there
was Jimmy around the bend. Fuck life was good. He was getting ready to cum.

Carl felt the cum boiling in his body, he would be there soon, very soon,
but would Terry let his cum in his mouth and swallow all of his hot seed?
Damn, he hoped so! Carl continued to fuck the boy's face and Terry sucked
and licked in return. He was learning and loving it. Carl felt the feeling,
he was about there.

Carl's balls got tighter and his cock began to grow in size, "Terry I'm
gonna cum, swallow my cum, please, swallow it all!" Terry wasn't sure what
he was talking about. The cock was doubling in girth and then it happened,
the cock began to belch out hot gooey sperm, the creamy essence quickly
filled Terry's mouth, his cheeks made him look like a chipmunk and there
wasn't anything else he could do but swallow. Terry swallowed the hot
cream, his mouth quickly refilled and he swallowed again and again until
there wasn't anything left to swallow.

The deflating cock slipped from his mouth. Carl bent forward and kissed
Terry, his tongue moving everywhere in the boys mouth. Carl pulled back,
"Thank you Terry, you are going to become a great cocksucker, now it's my
turn to suck you off, you're going to love this!" His mouth and tongue
began to work its way down the boys face, neck, time was spent on his
nipples, then to the 'outie' belly button. Carl sucked the little nob
sending electric type shock's deep inside of his sex system.

Carl came to the boy's still hard cock. He held the four inches and nibbled
the head, Terry squirmed and bounced, this was really good and he wanted
more. Carl kissed the tip and then made an "o" with his lips and sunk down
on the boy's hard spike. Terry had propped himself on his elbows and his
blue eyes got wide and he watched his cock disappear into Carl's mouth, his
butt bounced up when his two balls were sucked in also.

Terry fell backward, he put his hands on the top of his head and pushed
down, this was so gooooooooooddddddd! Terry squinted his eyes closed, he
moaned "Oooohhhh Carllllllllll
iiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttssssssssssooogggggggggoooooooooooddddddddddd!"
Terry exploded with a hard cum. He shot off like a machine gun in Carl's
mouth, the man savored the boi-honey before he swallowed each burst. He
finished with a big kiss planted on the sensitive tip. Terry was trying to
catch his breath, he had never felt anything like this. He rested and
thought to himself, 'Well at school if I'm called a cock sucker, fuck it! I
am!'

Carl finished draining Terry, but continued using his tongue on the
youngster. He pushed the boy's legs up and spread them wide and first
sucked on the ball sac then inched down to the boy's virgin pucker and
licked the un-fucked hole. Terry was going crazy, he squirmed and bounced,
still Carl licked and sucked the virgin entrance, he then dug in with the
tip of his tongue. Terry was again hard and throbbing. Carl decided it was
time to leave the boy ready and wanting. Terry would come running back for
his first fuck!

Part 2: Look what just fell into my lay!

Thanks to Hermes and his input. Thanks to all the artists that give me
inspiration!

Look for: Part 5 of Gilly's Land. Part 12 of: The Wild Times of Timothy
Church!