Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 10:32:00 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE WEDDING COCK

I am 13 years old and have lived in the same house all my life; in a medium
sized, Southern California City.  My parents and one brother constitute the
entire family.  My brother is 27 and works at a data processing firm.  His
name is Frank Jr., after my father, and my name is Matt. So you'll be able
to picture me, I have light brown hair (almost blonde), blue eyes, an oval
chin, and lips that girls keep telling me, to my embarrassment, are very
sexy. Even though I'm just 13 I shave twice a month (guess I have the right
hormones because I also have some body hair on my chest and a patch leading
from my navel to my pubes.  I'm not the tallest kid in school at 5' 9" and
tend to be on the skinny side.  My, circumcised, boy cock is 5" soft and if
I'm jacking and get it really excited it is a strong 6".

For six years now, the same family has lived in the house next door -- the
Martins.  The parents are the same age as my parents.  They have one son,
John, 24; he works at the same place as my brother, plus two younger
daughters. Ever since I first saw him, I've had a "thing" for John.  To me
he's real sexy looking, especially when his cock reads through a tight pair
of blue jeans and, on sleepovers with my brother, I've seen his big hunk of
meat -- 8 inches long, bull balls and a large cockhead.  John is about 6
ft.  I can't even guess how much he weighs because he is well-built, strong
shoulder and neck muscles and he had nice pecs -- at the same time he's
very slender.  His hair is black and wavy, doesn't require parting because
it just sort of does what it wants to do.  He out does me in the lip's
department.  His mouth is large and has a lot of color, as though he'd just
been kissing half the girls in town.  Oh, and he has heavy eyebrows and his
brown eyes are deep set.  I think he's super hot and sexy looking.

The two families are in and out of each other's house at least once a day
and occasionally the two families fix and eat supper together.  John and
Frank often have a sleepover, have for years and still do occasionally
(especially after they've returned home from a double date).  Frank and I
have a bunk bed, I sleep on the top bunk.  When John sleeps over we make up
a roll-away-bed for him.

Two separate times I have woke up early and looked down at him, sleeping
uncovered with his 8-inch cock sticking out one leg of his boxers.  The
first time it was just sort of exposed, flaccid and I knew that he was
uncut; the foreskin completely concealed his cockhead.  The second time,
his big cock was sticking out of his fly, not only totally erected, but
jerking up and down -- he was in the midst of a wet dream and having an
orgasm -- his foreskin was fully retracted and I watched as his piss slit
spewed his cock juice a foot into the air, time and time again.  He woke
up, knew I had nothing to do with it, I was still in my upper bunk,
smiling.
  If he could have killed me with looks, I'd have died right then and
there.  I sure did have a couple of damn good jack offs right after that,
though.  Well, now you know what my "thing is" toward John.  I'd sure like
to cop a feel of his big man mean, or better, yet, get a taste of it in my
mouth.

I knew he and Frank were both straight and John had had the same girlfriend
for about a year -- Joanne Williams, a Chicago girl, out here in California
working for an advertising firm.

By the same token, though, John and I have always been close, he having no
brothers and all.  He's always been nice to me and seems to like me a lot,
as I do him.

My chance to suck John's cock was coming up soon, although I didn't realize
it.  John had proposed to Joanne and they were going to be married in
Arlington Heights, her hometown - a suburb of Chicago.  My mom and dad,
Frank and I all flew to Chicago on the same flight as the Martins.  We all
had rooms in a motel on the north side of Arlington Heights.  A lot of
mutual friends of Frank and John's arrived the same evening as we did --
three of them college friends and four of them guys they had known since
high school.

My mom and dad, along with the Martins were given rooms on the 2nd floor.
By chance, or at someone's request, Frank and I had a room, John and one
friend had a room and the remainder of the friends were placed in three
rooms -- all five rooms were adjacent or across the hall, all located at
the extreme north end of the 4th, top floor.

The wedding was scheduled for 2:00 PM at a Catholic Church, Sunday, some
distance away on the other side of Arlington Heights in the neighborhood
where Joanne had grown up. We arrived at the motel on the evening of the
previous Thursday because Friday was the Grooms Dinner at a restaurant near
the motel.

The partying started around 9 o'clock Thursday evening -- all the more
reason for me to think the room location was planned not just an accident.
Some more of John and Frank's friends, staying at a different motel and
three of Joanne's sisters showed up; everyone wandered from room to room,
drinking and smoking pot (everyone had propped their doors open -- dumb
shits). The only absent person was Joanne, for some reason.  My mom had
bought me a Kodak, throwaway camera to take some pictures if I wanted to.
She had a new digital camera -- a no touch object even to my dad. I wanted
to take some pics when the party progressed into high gear but knew Frank
would kick the shit out me and the camera both, if I did.  There was liquor
and beer in every bathroom.  I helped my self to a couple of beers, asked a
friend of Frank's, who was smoking pot, if he'd give me a joint.  He
refused but did let me sit down beside him on the edge of the bed and let
me have a few drags from the one he was smoking.

About 11 o'clock, I went out onto the balcony of my room and was drinking a
beer.  No partying had occurred here and all the lights were off.  There
were no chairs, so I was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, when
John and Cathy, an 18-year-old sister of Joanne's came out onto his balcony
-- neither balcony had lights on.

"Interesting" I thought, so I didn't move one muscle or make one sound.
They kissed, John exposed his erection to her, she grabbed it and then
turned around, bent over and grabbed the balcony's wrought iron railing
with both hands, John lifted up her skirt and was prepared to give her his
8-inch male gift -- then, the lights on the balcony on the opposite side of
mine came on and some people came out onto the balcony.

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.  Nothing happened for a while.
I guessed it took John a while to get the slut calmed down.  In fact, I was
about to leave when John pounded on the door and said, "Who's in there?"

"Me, Matt."

"Open the fucking door right now."

I waddled, pants around my ankles and my cock at 90 degrees to my body,
over to the door and opened it.

"Matt, I'm telling you -- you fucking well better keep your mouth shut and
forget you ever saw me and Cathy out on that balcony tonight."

"What balcony?"

"You got the idea bud."

I decided to go for it, there were few times that I regretted what I had
done because I hadn't done much but I had a ton of regrets about things
that I did not do.  Things, in retrospect, I felt I should have done,
should have taken a chance on, wanted to do very much -- felt I'd missed a
good chance - so I went for it.

"John, please let me suck your cock."  There, I'd said it.  Either he'd say
yes or knock me across the room.

"Why you little fag, I should beat the shit out of you right now and jamb
your head down the toilet!"

"But you wont."

"What makes you so fucking sure of that?"

"Because Joanne might not want to marry a guy that is capable of beating up
a 13 year old and because you tried to fuck her kid sister a few days
before her wedding."

"This is blackmail.  It's against the law."

"Call it what you want. Please let me do it."

Defeated, he unzipped his pants and I took out his cock, flaccid but still
the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Looking at him before from the top bunk I
hadn't noticed the large vein that ran the whole length of the top of his
cock. Even seeing it so up close was an out of this world experience.

"Oh my God!"

"What did you say?"

"Oh my God!"

"Why did you say that?"

"Because it's so beautiful!"

"Matt, I'm sorry I pounced on you so strong.  I like you; I have for a long
time. I wished you'd told me before that you'd like to mess around with
me."

"Well, it's rather a hard thing to just come right out and say."

"I understand.  So what gave you the courage tonight?"

"It's kind of my last chance, you getting married and all."

"Married guys mess around."

"I didn't know that.  A lot of dudes would like to mess around with a young
boy who already has meat as big as your displaying."

Honestly, I thought John, deep down, was maybe a little pissed and I
doubted he'd let me do anything other than suck on it for a few minutes.
But, there were things working in my favor, he was here to get married,
obviously anxious to get married and consummate his marriage, he was horny,
he'd had too much to drink. The things for me won out over the things
against me.

I guess I should tell you that his cock was thicker in the mid part than it
was either at the root or where it was capped by a cockhead, which was
normal sized.  At first I thought it was too small for such a large cock,
but on John's cock it looked just right.  His ball sac was shaved, which I
wondered about; I never thought it was something a straight dude would do.
(Several months later he told me he was bi-sexual and explained what that
meant.)

First, I took the head of his 8-inch fuck tool, into my mouth. His cockhead
worked up nicely to a larger size.  He leaned against the wall and closed
his eyes.  He was going to give in to me in order to save his wedding.  I
couldn't take it all, but did the best I could from what I'd seen on porno
sights on the Internet.  He finally shot which I had thought he might not
even accomplish -- he had had a lot to drink.  I knew and wanted to swallow
his cock juice, which I did and which I liked.  I didn't know pot make you
kinda extra horny.  I guess it had worked that way on John.

After he left, I stayed in the bathroom and had one of the best jack-offs I
ever had.

John found me among the crowd sometime later and said, "Matt, I'm not going
with the bunch that's going downtown to see the Sears' Tower, tomorrow, and
neither are you.  They're leaving at 10 o'clock.  You come up at 10:30 and
bring two cups of black coffee, some fruit and a sweet role from the free
breakfast bar with you."

He had propped his door open; I was glad it was, carrying two cups of
coffee and my pockets jammed with an orange and a sweet role, I would have
had a time knocking.  He was in the shower and hollered at me that he'd be
right out.  He came out, dripping wet, dried off in front of me and got
into bed, his back propped against the headboard.

"Matt, I'm sorry about last night.  I was too rough with you.  You did a
good job on my cock for a 13 year old kid.  I like to be sucked off.  Why
don't we strike a bargain?  A guy at the office has been sucking me off a
couple of times a week but it's very awkward and risky there.  You can take
over.  We're going to be living at Joanne's apartment.  It's about midway
between your house and school.  OK?  You can become my regular cocksucker
-- take care of it whenever it needs attention.  OK?"

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes and I'm going to suck yours right after you give me a morning blowjob.
I love teen cocks, they're so smooth and horned up all the time.  The price
you're going to pay though is that in exchange for my cock being yours,
your ass is going to be mine."

Then he said, "Lets start with some kissing and get us both all hot and
worked up."

I'd never kissed a man.  He told me to get undressed and get in bed.  He
rolled over atop me and open mouth kissed me, his tongue swabbing around my
mouth.  It was so fucking hot.  He reached down and began playing with my
boy cock.  That got me harder. I'd played around with a couple of buds at
school, but a man made everything so much hotter.  When he moved down and
began biting my nipples, I thought I'd jump off the bed.

When he was ready and told me to go down on it, I, too, was ready, my mouth
was wet and I was so hot I didn't even think about how big he was and how I
was going to manage.  I just went after it.  I surprised both John and
myself because I was taking 7 inches of it, working it over really hard and
fast.  When he blasted, I felt his load moving down his urinary canal and
into my mouth, sweet, gooey, warm cock juice. It tasted so good.  I
swallowed. John scooted down so his head was on his pillows and lit a
cigarette.  I put my head on his stomach, listened to it making gurgling
noises, watched his cock soften and finally come to rest atop his stomach,
his cockhead just a few inches in front of my face.  Looking at it, I
realized I had not only sucked John off twice since we'd come to Chicago,
but I'd sucked off his wedding cock.  That made it all the more exciting
for me.  In fact, I loved it!


John told me that maybe we could do it again sometime during the cocktail
hour at the groom's dinner after the wedding rehearsal this afternoon.
After the Martins got back from the rehearsal, they were full of talk about
Joanne's family.  They didn't like any of them especially the dad.  They
acted like they were all superior, somewhat above the Martins, which made
them feel really out of place.

Things didn't work out for John and I during the cocktail hour.  It was
just too busy for us to sneak off to the men's room.

All through the dinner, all I could think of was John and how fucking hot
and horny he was once I'd called the first shot.  I loved the guy, I really
did.  I was living my dream with sucking and jacking him.  I knew I had had
him for the last time, unless he really did mean getting together after
they got back from their two-week honeymoon.

But, I was mistaken.  I met Joanne' parents at the wedding.  As the Martins
had said, they were a stuck up bunch.  In fact, I found Joanne hard to
take.  I couldn't see what John found attractive about her beyond her
looks.  They were certainly nothing alike, themselves -- you never saw them
laughing together or having fun.

The reception turned out to be at a country club that Joanne's dad belonged
to and which was located in a town a little ways south of Arlington
Heights.  After I had done the going through the reception line bit, I
headed for the men's room.  Both the men's and women's had out-of-order
signs on the door and instructions directing the women to the porta-potties
on the left side of the cart storage building and men to the ones on the
right side of the building.  I went to the men's and going back to the
clubhouse I saw the potties were visible from the huge windows of the
ballroom where the reception was being held.

About two hours later, when I was looking out one of the windows, John came
over and told me to go to the men's porta-potty second from the cart shed.
If someone was in it just hang around until it was empty.  He gave me a
cigarette and his lighter to smoke a cigarette to justify my hanging
around.

It was empty, so I grabbed it and smoked the cigarette inside.  In 15 or 20
minutes, John knocked on the door, his big cock was reading through his
pants.  He stood in front of me, took the plastic wrapper off of a bottle
of poppers, told me to unzip his pants and take it out.

"Balls, too, Baby."

I'd never done poppers; at first they were terrible but I liked the feeling
I got from them.  I took a hold of his cock; it was harder than I'd ever
seen it.

"Balls first, Baby, work them over good."  I'd never sucked balls but the
learning curve didn't take long and I moved up to his cockhead.

"Wait, Baby, let's both take a big hit from the bottle before you go down
on it."

Well, I'd sucked and been sucked by my two best buds at school and I'd
sucked John twice before, but this was the first time I felt like I'd truly
sucked cock.  God, but it was good. I didn't even think about how much of
it I could take and didn't even realize I was going down on it all the way.
I thought John would never stop pouring his love juice into my mouth.

When he put it away, he bend down and kissed me and said, "Baby, you got my
wedding cock.  Surprised?"

"Totally!"

"Joanne's had it a couple of times, I thought you deserved it more than she
did.  You're the only one that's paid me any attention to me since we came
to Chicago."

I was on cloud nine for the rest of the day and even danced with Joanne's
12-year- old sister, a red headed, freckle faced girl with a mouth full of
braces.  (Big thrill.)

In fact I was on cloud nine for the two weeks while John and Joanne
honeymooned it Hawaii, thinking he'd be calling me shortly after they got
back.  In another two weeks I was down in the dumps and after another week
I was really a basket case.

Then he called.  I'd given him my cell phone number but told him I couldn't
use it in school; I had to leave it in my backpack in my locker.  It rang
just when I got to the bike rack.  He gave me his new address, 1522 E. Ash
Ave.  He was waiting on the steps when I got there; he and Frank both had
flexible work hours and he'd gone in early so he could meet me after
school.  He told me to bring my bike up on the porch.  1522 E. Ash Ave
turned out to a rather old, Spanish style, duplex with 2 bedrooms.  It
wasn't until I got there that I realized it was right across the alley from
where Kenny lived on So. Birch Ave. Kenny is a black kid, one of my two
best buds that I've mentioned before and we study together some evenings
and also get into sex every now and then.

He had me naked in seconds and went down on my boy cock -- he was hungry
for cock that was obvious.  Then, he calmed down told me he wanted to start
the fuck lessons, so he could get it into me in a couple of weeks or more
and after that I could suck him off.  He needed to cum.

He really did.  I worked his cock over big time (I was hungry for cock,
too) and he came big time.  I can't tell you how good it was, how happy I
was, for the first time in weeks.

We collapsed on the sofa, where this had all taken place, and lit
cigarettes.

"I've missed you so much, John.  And I was so worried that you wouldn't
call; that maybe you'd changed your mind."

"I'm sorry, Matt, I should have called, but things have been in a mess,
things aren't working out well."

"Sorry.  I don't want to pry but if it would help you, you can unload it on
me."

And, he started in, at first just facts and details came later.

"Well, a lot of stuff in happening.  Joanne's parents call every evening
the minute she gets home from work.  She talks for over an hour with both
her mom and dad -- complaining to them about me.  They completely dominate
her.  After they hang up she's in no mood to fix dinner, so we eat out ever
night."

"What does she have to complain about where you're concerned."

"Everything, to hear her tell it, but she doesn't get down to the heart of
the matter, which is our sex life.  I knew Joanne for 6 months before
asking her to marry me and actually had sex a couple of times before I
proposed -- no complains.  Now, I don't do anything right, don't know
anything about sex."

"You know what she's angry about?"

"No."

"She says I don't like foreplay.  She wants me to do what she calls 'Eat
her pussy'.

"How can you do that?  Nothing sticks out to take in your mouth."

"Do you know what a pussy looks like?"

"No but I've seen pictures of guys fucking, so I know it is a hole that a
man can stick his cock into."

"You're as dumb as I was, then.  Anyway she shows me her cunt, how you can
spread her cunt lips apart and a red mess of flesh appears, including what
is called a clit.  She wants me to flick my tongue back and fourth over her
clit -- she says it makes it enlarge and get bigger and that excites her.
Then she wants me to tongue fuck her and suck on her while her pussy lips
are spread apart.  Honestly, Matt.  I just can't do that.  I've tried using
my finger instead of my tongue and she says that's un-natural."

"God, I couldn't either."

"Here lately she's started harping about a 3-way -- she wants to watch
another guy suck me off while she masturbates herself with a dildo."

"What's a dildo?"

"Well I guess the easiest way for me to tell you, so you'll get the idea,
is to tell you it is a rubber cock."

"Shit, she sounds weird to me."

"Don't say that, Matt.  There are hundreds of ways people get themselves
sexually excited.  Some of them are called 'kinky' and that's what she is.
This brings me up to one of the reasons I'm telling you all this.  Would
you consider sucking my cock while she's watching?"

"John, you know I'd do anything for you.  I am a friend of a black kid
called Kenny that lives directly across the alley from you.  I go there
sometimes to do homework together.  I can arrange with him to use him as an
excuse to be away in the evening.  But, it would have to begin early and
I'd have to be home by 9:30."

About two weeks later, I participated in my first 3-way and with a female,
yet.  Joanne spread a towel on the floor in the living room, lay on her
back and had John straddle her, on his knees with his cock in front of her
face.  I got into the same position as John but behind her head.

She showed me her pussy, asked if I wanted to eat it; an invitation I
politely declined.  She began working the rubber cock in and out of her
cunt and I leaned forward and took John's cock into my mouth.  Once I
reached that point, nothing else mattered; I blanked the rest of the scene
out of my mine.  It was just a chance to suck John's big cock and I'd do
anything to suck on his cock -- I loved it - nothing else mattered.

Finally John came, pulled out and shot his cum all over her face.  She was
screaming and jerking around but still hadn't climaxed, so John and I
changed positions and he sucked on me.  She climaxed.

This went on for several encounters, until one afternoon after school, John
asked me to help him run the vacuum, load the dishwasher, empty the garbage
that sort of stuff -- the house was neglected.

We were in the alley, had stuffed the bagged garbage into the cans and were
taking a cigarette break.  Kenny opened the gate across the alley and he
and his older brother Jackson, about 22 years old, came out with their
garbage.  Surprise was registered and introductions were made, and we
started small talk that ultimately led to Jackson producing some joints
which we passed back and forth and Jackson, being a male escort, steered
the conversation to sex -- bragging about a week long stint going with a
broad to the Grand Canyon in Arizona -- all the fucking she needed -- all
the pussy eating she needed -- the big fee he'd gotten - you get the idea.
Well, guess what this brought to John's and my mind?

John sort of bared his sole to Jackson and asked if he could give him some
pointers.

"Hey man, we're neighbors, the kids here are good friends.  Get me on one
of those sessions and Kenny and I'll make it a 5 --way.  I'll show you what
those cunts really want.  When is your next get together, so I can,
hopefully, schedule it?"

It was to be tonight.  Again, introductions were made; I thought Joanne's
eyes were going to pop right out of her head.  Jackson was an absolutely
breathtakingly beautiful, black stud, and according to him drove "the
ladies crazy", which claim I fully believed -- he sure as hell drove me
crazy.  He was chocolate colored, had an elaborate hair style, I think the
style was called "corn rows"; his cock was bigger than Johns -- it was a
flaccid nine and curved out over his balls before hanging straight
down. The black stud was hung big time, about 10 inches when erect.  Joanne
kept fingering and rubbing her pussy all the time she watched the guys
getting naked.

"Jackson's first instructions were, "Joanne don't get that pussy too sore
yet, because I need to warm it up before I play with it.  I'm going to
spank it good."  He straddled her, so his huge, black cock was right in her
face, told her not to touch it and he put his hand between her spread legs
and literally spanked her pussy until she was screaming and her pussy was a
bright red.

"Joanne, I don't know what John has taught you as yet, but that cunt is
just a thing for a man to use to get himself off.  Don't you forget that,
or I'll really have to spank it harder.  With that he switched positions
and got on his knees between her spread out legs, reached down, and with
the fingers on his left hand, spread her pussy lips wide apart, wet his
forefinger on his right hand by sticking it in his mouth and then rubbed it
up and down on her clit.  She was already in a state of ecstasy, eyes
closed and moaning softly, but Jackson hadn't even started yet.  He knew
what to do and then he bent down and flicked his tongue furiously, up and
down, side to side on her clit and then tongue fucked her hole, jabbing it
in and out.  She had, by this time opened her eyes to watch him.

"Kenny, stick your black cock in the lady's mouth and give her a good mouth
fuck.  (Kenny had a 7" tool, between John's and mine in measurement.)

After Kenny had shot his wad in her mouth, Jackson got between her legs
with his legs bent and his knees sticking out in front.  He didn't say
anything; he just grabbed Joanne by the hips and slowly pulled her toward
him and more and more of his big, black, fuck tool slowly disappeared into
her vagina. He began jabbing his cock into her again and again, as fast as
he could.

I looked at John, to see how he was taking it.  He wasn't even looking at
them, he was looking at me as I jacked my dick; his eyes full of lust, his
cock as hard as I had ever seen it and all lubed up.  Knowing what he
wanted, I bent over the couch and braced my self with my hands on the back.
John lifted one leg up and put it on the couch beside me.  I knew what he
was doing; he was opening up his crotch area as wide as he could so he
could give me his whole cock.  I felt it as he slowly slipped his whole
8-inches deep into my boy box and pumped it in and out.  When he shot his
load, I turned my head around and he kissed me.  "Oh baby, I can't imagine
where all of that goes inside your skinny body.  I keep thinking it should
poke all the way through you and come out your stomach."

Everyone collapsed, exhausted and Kenny passed around a couple of joints
while everyone recuperated from their sexual high.  Joanne was the first to
speak.
  She didn't sound angry, just matter of fact.

"Jackson, take me to a motel with you.  And you, John, you poor excuse for
a husband, now I know why you're no good at fucking; you need a young boy
to get off."

John didn't answer; he probably shouldn't have fucked me when he did.  But,
the truth had come out.  John may be bi-sexual, but he evidently preferred
me to Joanne.

My cell phone rang right after school was out.  John told me that Joanne
had called from the office, she was moving out.  He could take over the
apartment.  It was a few days before I saw him again; I guess everyone
needed to calm down a bit, including myself.  I felt guilty -- thinking I
had been part of the reason his marriage had failed.  Later on, though,
John tried to comfort me by assuring me that the marriage failed the minute
Joanne wanted to bring someone else into the scene when they had sex.

The next weekend, John came over and asked my mom if he could take me out
to a desert campground near Twenty Nine Palms that he knew of for the
weekend.  He had a good-sized tent, camp stove and a double sleeping
bag. We did a lot of talking and I guess you could say we fucked and sucked
ourselves out of our guilt complexes.  We went for each other every
morning, every afternoon and from the time we went to bed until it was very
late.  He kept telling me I was too young to be in love with him and too
young for him to be in love with me but that was the way things had turned
out, so we'd just have to accept it and cope with it the best we could,
because we sure as hell were incapable of doing otherwise.

"John, can I tell you something -- I think I could cope with anything,
Sometimes I feel as though I could do anything in the world as long as you
keep loving me. I love you so much."

"And I love you, Matt.  And, truly, I don't think our love is based solely
on sex, although it is an important part of our relationship, which is as
it should be."

"I know, John.  And, I can't get enough of it.  That's why after you've
cum, I like to lie with my head on your stomach and just look at your
genitals.  I can't believe you've just make love to me and can't wait until
you do it again.  You are the most important thing in the world to me."

On Saturday night, our last night at the camp, we had a long discussion as
to how we were going to arrange things so we could keep seeing each other
frequently -- knowing that the relationship would need to be kept secret
from my parents and Frank, be discrete but still arrange to make love as
often as possible.  We did pretty well.  We were able to get together at
least twice a week, sometimes three, and occasionally on weekends.

To end the story I'll update you on Joanne.  She moved into an apartment
with Jackson.  Later on we heard she was pregnant.  John said she'd have an
abortion.  She was too self-centered to be bothered with having a child.

Too, one day John showed me a letter he had received form Joanne's father.
It was a scathing letter, written without the facts of the matter, blaming
John for the whole affair, calling him a 'scum'.  It was so pathetic it was
comical.  I kissed John and told him to forget it. There was nothing wrong
with him, there was nothing wrong with being bisexual and there was nothing
wrong with liking boys.  He kissed me and our hands, as usual, moved down
to the other's crotch.  We found what we had hoped to find. Unbuckled and
unzipped our pants, pushed them down to the floor, fondled each other and
finally John said, "How can I take care of my baby.  Do you want to give me
a blowjob or do you want me to fuck you?

THE END