Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 19:53:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: RETURN FROM MONTANA MORNINGS
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REFLECTIONS ON MONTANA MORNINGS
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson
After spending a month in Montana with my former neighbor Dewy
Bayless, and having returned to Illinois for a few weeks of additional
vacation before returning to teach my first year at the local
university...Dewy and I had a chance to keep up to date by a continued
correspondence. It was always such a delight to hear from him. I saved
his letters and pasted them into my journal for safe keeping. Had it not
been for that process...a lot of facts would now be lost to me. His first
letter arrived a week after my return.
July 6, 1969
Dear Ben,
Thanks for your phone call letting me know that you made it home
safely. What a surprise to find that Clark Brodie was on the same train as
you. He cornered me at the hardware store a few days before you left and
asked all kinds of questions about your departure...but I thought he was
just being nosy. Had I known what he was thinking...I would have remained
silent. I am not a very good liar...so perhaps it was best that I told him
what I knew about your plans. It is not a great surprise that he tried
such a foolish chance as trying to meet someone in Chicago. We always
thought he was desperate in crawling through the theater on his hands and
knees and sucking off the local cowboys. A guy must be desperate for
attention or mental to do such a dangerous thing. I do not think that I
will ever submit to such a dangerous activity again after you pointed out
to me the danger in such a quick thrill.
It does not come as any great surprise that you have taken him under
your wing to try to help him. I have lost track of the times that you have
done so with so many. Most people would not have bothered to do so...but
you and your family were always different...more kind and caring than most.
My dad always said that there was not a better man on campus than Professor
Jacobson to really be sincere in helping his students. Guess it rubbed off
on you, as well.
I sure have missed you being here Ben. Aunt Lou and Uncle Doug have
said the same thing. The first day...it was like an important family
member was gone. I have missed you in my bed at night. I don't like
sleeping alone. Jeremy...Uncle Doug's collie crawled up on my bed in the
night. I thought it was you...until I sat up to find dog hair all over my
sheet. I sure wish you could have stayed on. We all miss you. I will
write to your parents and ask if I may come stay with them during
Thanksgiving holiday again. You assured me that they would welcome
it...but it would be good courtesy on my part to ask.
Ralph asked me if I had heard from you. I told him that you had
phoned to say that you got home safely. The train can be such a long trip.
I have lost count of how many of the Montana and Dakota towns it stopped
at, when I came out last time...but it seemed like it was a long 48 hour
ride. At least with Clark there with you...you had someone warm to
snuggle. If I did not know you so well...I could almost be a little
jealous. Ha-ha.
Remember me telling you about my old scouting friend Robbie Easter?
My old scout troop is going to have a reunion the last week end in July.
He has invited me to join them for a week end trek. I am excited to say
that I accepted his invitation. Of all my boy scout friends...now explore
scout friends...Robbie was the one who was the nicest to me. The first
time I shared a tent with him...I was a little scared that he would over
power me with knowledge and experience of scouting skills. He turned out
to be a super nice guy, a great mentor and helped me get most of the merit
badges that I completed that first summer. He was also the first one who
taught me that jerking off with Vaseline was a lot more sensuous than dry
hand. Robbie was the first who ever explained the great feelings of oral
sex. When he demonstrated on me...I shot my load in his mouth on the first
try. I did not think that I could return the favor...but he was
kind and patient and after a few camp outs...I was able to do the same for
him. The next summer at camp...I learned the joy of rimming and
penetration. I don't remember you complaining about either...in the giving
nor the getting. Gosh Ben...I sure miss you.
The colts are really thriving. The gray one with the black bangs...I
have been calling Ben. He is the most handsome of the group. Although I
love them all...he is the one I love the most...kind of like the way I feel
about you. It is necessary to close out this letter as the rural carrier
usually comes with the mail about noon...and I want this posted today.
Take care Ben...and write me as soon as you can. Love you. Dewy
July 13, 1969
Dear Dewy,
It was really great to hear from you. Tell Lou and Doug...oh yes, and
Ralph, Pedro and Pablo that I miss all of you. Illinois air is just not as
clean as Montana mornings...and I miss the cool crisp mornings that we
shared when I was there with all of you. So...the dog tried to get in bed
with you? You must have just dropped a load and he could smell the aroma
of fresh semen. :-)
I do sort of remember your telling me about those early days in boy
scouts...but if you mentioned Robbie by name...I do not remember him. I
will say this...if he liked you and was there to coach you through all the
merit badges you earned those first few years...it is a certainty that I
would not only like him...but regard him as highly as you seem to do. Who
knows...maybe something good will come from your returning to scouting.
When you thought that you were getting to old for scouts...I did not agree
with you...but it was your decision. It is good to hear that you are going
to spend some time with the group again. Remember...one can never have too
many honorable friends.
You can tell Lou if you want...that Mom is going to have some more
gooseberry preserves for you to take home with you after Thanksgiving.
Have you given any thought to flying this time instead of taking the train.
It is more expensive...but you could be here in one day's travel time. I
am going to send you some brochures on it. You could fly to Chicago and
change planes and fly Ozark Airlines here. The new airport here is only a
few miles on route 16. Give it some consideration.
Clark is here with me. He is doing better. I have a friend who works
with the county mental health agency and I took Clark to meet him. I sat
in with them the first session...and Jerry thinks that he should counsel
him alone on some of the next sessions. I am inclined to think that would
be a good idea. Clark is a lot calmer this week than he has been before.
He is really fixated with the idea that he is a total failure. He's not of
course...he just needs to be reprogrammed and that is what our task is. I
got him an appointment for an interview on campus next week to work on the
university maintenance staff. That could take him in a lot of
directions...and the beginning pay is not too shabby. A little money of
one's own can be a great mood elevator. If he gets the position..he would
start the first of August.
If he gets a job with the university...I am going to take him with me
to Wisconsin for a week before he starts work...to meet my parents and to
let him see the summer house. I have told him about my cabin...and he says
he likes to canoe and fish...so we shall see.
Time to run...my friend. Best wishes to you all...and thanks again
for a really nice letter. Love you. Ben Ezra
July 25, 1969 Dear Ben,
This note is going to be short. I'm getting ready for scout camp
with my friend Robbie. Uncle Doug said the boys on the ranch can take care
of things just fine and for me to go and have a good time. I'm excited to
get started. Who would have thought that I would ever go back to scouts.
Robbie's letter was really persuasive. He has all kinds of things planned.
:-)
I hope Clark can get on the university maintenance position. That
might be just the thing. Maybe it will help him grow up a bit and over
come the "jerk" demeanor. I don't mean that to sound mean...he's really
not such a bad guy...but if he can get his head straightened out...maybe he
can over come that attitude of always being a victim. That sounds
queer...doesn't it. :-) Well, you will know what I mean. I don't wish
anything bad on him. If anyone can guide him straight...it is you. Did it
again...didn't I, well, you know what I mean.
Aunt Lou and Uncle Doug said that we would consider your suggestion
of flying at Thanksgiving. Great idea...thanks. Love you...Dewy
August 9, 1969
Dear Dewy,
Sure hope you are having a good time at camp. My letter will be
waiting for you when you return. Clark got hired by the maintenance
department. He did a super job with the interview. His psychologist
meetings seem to be helping him think more clearly. He has been assigned
to help with the maintenance in the library. In addition to regular
cleaning and maintenance...the director has hired him to do some overtime
work in moving collections around and setting up some new ones. He has
worked 60 hours this last week and does not complain about being tired.
We drove to White Sands lake near Boulder Junction to see my parents
and to do some fishing. We were only there four days plus a day going and
returning. It was enough to fulfill my promise to my parents to come up in
the first place.
Clark really liked the log cabin. He wanted to camp there for a few
days but since we had such a short time with my parents...we spent only one
night at the cabin and the rest with my family at their lake house. I
don't have to tell you that he was a wild man...there in the woods. He
stripped naked as soon as we landed on the beach with the canoe...and
didn't put his clothing back on until we left the next day. The Wisconsin
mosquitoes and gnats were ferocious...but he seemed impervious to them. It
has always amazed me that some people get eaten alive and others are never
bothered. He is one of the latter ones. I used several bottles of
mosquito repellent...and a whole can of Yard Guard to make the surroundings
inhabitable...but I did not see him apply anything to his skin.
It rained after sun down and the air got very cool. It was necessary
to close the cabin windows and light a fire in the fireplace. We spread
our sleeping bags over our air mattresses on the floor in front of the
fireplace. It was a very sensual evening...and reminded of the night that
you and I built a fire in the fireplace in your bedroom during a
thunderstorm and laid on the floor before it. I remember how good your
body felt underneath mine as I pushed deeper into you and how you moaned
with delight. I can close my eyes and smell the fragrance of your skin and
when you rolled over on your back...taste your essence as you thrust upward
as I pleasured you.
Well now, in thinking of you...I have got a mega-erection. I hope you
are having a wonderful time at camp with Robbie. Miss you buddy. Love,
Ben
Ezra
August 19, 1969
Dear Ben,
What were you thinking to put into writing the sexual stuff you
mentioned? What if Uncle Doug or Aunt Lou had opened my letter in error?
Fortunately, they did not...which shows me that they are still completely
trust worthy. As much as they admire you...I do not think they would ever
snoop in my correspondence...but just the same...it scares me to think
about. Please be more careful in the future. If you have to refer to
sex...let's give it a code name. How about "garlic". I sure did enjoy
"garlic" when you were here with me. What do you think?
Summer camp with the scouts was a lot of fun. I was afraid that I
would feel out of place...but all the guys made me feel like part of the
group. Even Steven Kolby who used to bully me a bit... was nice to me this
time. Of course now that I am nearly a foot taller than him...and about
twenty five pounds heavier...might have had something to do with it. He
was a twit when we were thirteen with a little proboscis...now he is about
five foot two with a big proboscis. We shared a tent one night. You know
how your favorite number is 69...well so is his and he knows how to squeeze
every inch out of it. :-) We had a real good time together. Robbie was
the same great guy. We went swimming one night after dark. Scouts are not
suppose to go into the water after dark without life guards present...but
we slipped away with one of the canoes and paddled to a little island that
was an equivalent of about a block from shore...and spread out a weather
tarp on the ground and had great sex. Robbie is like you...he likes to
lightly lay on top of you while you are on your stomach and gently ease
himself in...and then slow hump for a long time. Not only that...he trades
places with you and lets you do the same thing. I did not know that I
could get off more than four times in one day and a night...but with
him...I did. There were six guys in my group...and we all mixed at night
for fun and games. When I was involved with any of them...I closed my eyes
and pretended it was you. If you are having as much fun with Clark as I
have had with Robbie, Steven and the others...then go for it. Miss you...
Dewy
Tuesday, September 2nd, 1969
Dear Dewy,
Forgive me, my friend, for taking such liberties with my
communication. You are right...a little more discretion on my part would
be in order. I miss you and when I think of all the great times we had
both casual and more energetic...I get carried away with admiration. I
promise to be a little more discreet.
Your experiences with summer camp sounds like you had a good time.
You will recall of course that my mail comes to my apartment and is not
subject to interlopers...so feel free to continue to describe your outings
and adventures in great detail. I enjoy hearing about every inch of your
goings and cumings. :-)
It is good to hear that you are safely back home. Perhaps now that you
have reconnected with Robbie...you can continue to build that friendship.
From the information that you have described...I completely approve.
We had a busy Labor Day here...and now students are back for the Fall
Semester. Clark is doing great with his job in library maintenance. I had
lunch with his supervisor today...and he said they all are pleased with his
"stick-to-it-ness." He likes the hours and he likes the money. I have not
asked him to contribute to the household expense...but he gave me $100 last
Friday for the same...saying that he wanted to pay his share. How about
that?
We have a very interesting faculty member on staff in the Lit
department. She is in a wheel chair some days and some day's she comes to
class with crutches and braces on her legs. She has an indefatigueable
spirit that is amazing. I may have misspelled that word...but you get the
idea, right? Unlimited energy. She makes some of us feel ashamed when we
whine at the end of the day about being weary. I am resolved to abstain
from the negatives of my job...although they be few.
I had an interesting experience last Friday. I went into the men's
restroom on the main floor of the administrative building. Our class rooms
are on the second floor of the same building. Anyway...there was one good
looking student at the urinal. There are twelve in a row across that wall.
He was not taking a leak...but just letting it all hang out. He commented
about how nice the weather was and how glad he was that it was Friday
afternoon. I think he was looking for a hook up...and he seemed to keep me
engaged in conversation. As I subtly looked at his hardware...I was
tempted to invite him to my office for a conference...but someone came in
to the men's room about that time...and I pulled myself together and left.
When I returned ten minutes later to see if he was still there...he had
gone. I may have missed an adventure.
My parents got your nice letter and said they would answer it sometime
in the next day or so. They want you to plan on staying with us for
Thanksgiving. I said that you could stay here in my apartment with
me...but they insist that they want both of us with them at the home place
for the holiday.
I am really looking forward to you coming out again. Take care of
yourself buddy. Love,
Ben
Ezra
Sunday, September 14, 1969
Dear Ben,
Thanks for your nice letter. I am looking forward to seeing you and
your family at Thanksgiving. We have purchased my airline ticket. I will
fly out of Butte on Tuesday night and arrive in Chicago early the next
morning...where I will change planes and catch the Ozark to your county
airport. I have never flown by myself before. Until last year...I had
never traveled on the train by myself neither.
You will not believe...Steven and I have become real good friends. I
invited him to come spend the week end and he did. He came over on Friday
night and left about an hour ago. Having him here is like having you here
again. He likes "uplifting" conversations and "in depth" discussions. In
other words...he likes to suck "garlic" and press the "garlic" deep...but
not only that...he wants the same thing back. He, like you, gets very
excited at the point of no return and tends to want to shout. More than
once, I had to warn him about making too much noise. :-)
He has started sitting with me at lunch. I think he is making Robbie
a little uncomfortable because he has a lot of activities that he is
involved with... and has started inviting me to all of them. Funny how a
kid you once hated for being a bully can become a best friend with all the
kindness in the world. This morning before going to the kitchen for
breakfast, we finished an hour of fun together. He had had an exceptional
burst of "garlic" and kissed me and told me he loved me. That is a first.
At one time, I would have taken it as a lie...but his behavior around me is
so thoughtful that I believe he is totally sincere. At school, he is a
paragon of level headed-ness and kindness. I am worried that people will
see his attention to me and read in to it that we are more than just good
friends. I am finding that I can not think of anyone else.
As a senior, I did not go out for football this year...just too many
other things to occupy my time after school. Some of the guys asked me to
be an assistant manager so that they could keep me involved. I agreed to
do it.
Aunt Lou is calling me to supper. Have a great week.
Best
Wishes...
Dewy
Saturday, September 20, 1969
Dear Dewy,
I was surprised that you did not sign up for football again this year.
At least they have you involved as an assistant manager. Your team mates
are wise to keep you involved. How could they possible move forward
without your involvement. Stay with it kid. They need you. There is
little that compares to friends valuing your relationship so highly, they
will not let you get too far away from them. I am almost envious. When I
was in school...my sport skills were the worst in the school...but everyone
wanted my help with term papers.
It sounds like Steven is really a true friend. I hope you encourage
him. One can never have too many friends. You have continued to grow in
so many regards since going to Montana. As much as I miss you here...let
me tell you how proud I am of your progress. Your mom would be so proud of
you if she were here.
You will not believe what has happened to Clark. The library
supervisor has been so pleased with his efforts to take care of the library
that this last week he was asked if he would like to have a position
working full time as a library assistant. The lady who had the job is
moving with her husband to New York City for a new employment situation.
The director said that Clark had gone beyond what was expected in keeping
the library functioning...and they want him on staff full time with just
them. He is excited to start...but will not do so until Monday, September
29th. He will also get a little more money which has him excited. The
counseling has done wonders for him. Now instead of falling to pieces when
he runs into a road block...he says it is just a temporary obstacle that we
will work around. At first I thought this new calm demeanor was just a
ploy to keep me off his back about negativity...but he is giving every
indication that he really believes that an obstacle is a temporary
condition. I am proud of his progress. He gets paid every two weeks.
Yesterday he gave me another $100 for rent and expenses. I think he really
does appreciate me opening my home to him.
We are going with some friends this afternoon on a fishing trip.
There will be six of us...and we have rented a houseboat on the new Shelby
County Reservoir for tonight and tomorrow. The lake is 11,100 acres...so
you see, it is not just some farm pond. There is a boat rental place there
and one of the guys has made our reservation. We will each pay $50 toward
the rental fee. I went last year and the house boat was really nice. I
will tell you all about it when we return.
We have food, ice chests, sleeping bags and back packs with clothing
and personal affects. One of the other teachers is going to pick us up and
we will ride over there together. It is about a half hour drive. When I
asked about swimming...the other guys said that it is allowed...but not to
bother with trunks. Hmmm...sounds like an uplifting time to me. :-)
Got to run buddy. Our ride will be here in less than an half hour.
Take care of Steven...and good luck. You deserve the best. Love you.
Ben
Ezra
Thursday, September 25th, 1969
Dear Ben,
Your letter arrived yesterday. I was excited to get it. Tell Clark
that we are all so proud of the progress he is making with his new life in
the mid west. Uncle Doug said that he was glad that Clark was finding some
peace and stability in his life. He said that old man Brodie never treated
Clark very well. In fact I heard him tell Aunt Lou that he was a first
class son-of-a-bitch. I had to chuckle. Uncle Doug is a religious man and
I have never heard him be that succinct about anyone before. I always
thought that Clark just needed some good guidance, a good role model, a lot
of kindness and some faith in himself. It is likely that you are the
biggest contributor to his success. I hope he realizes it.
I went to the football game with Steve last Friday night. He wants me
to call him Steve now. He says Steven is too formal. The game was a good
one. As an assistant...I had to be there anyway...but he came and sat with
me and the other team players. Our guys won the game. It was so exciting.
Even the parents were so excited that they came down onto the field to
congratulate the player of both sides on a good game. We played a team
from over near Butte. They have a reputation for being sore losers...but
they were treated so well by our school and the Kalispell citizenry...that
they partied with us and we all had a great time.
I took Steve with me into the locker rooms to put gear away. He said
that he should sign up to be a helper. The coach heard him...and signed
him up on the spot...so now there are two of us. The other guys were
showering in the shower room. After we got the foot ball gear all put
away...we went into the shower room and showered with the team members. We
both got slapped on the ass in an affectionate manner. It is great to be
part of a group and accepted by all the members. Clark should have had
this experience when he was in school and stayed to graduate instead of
dropping out like he did. The team was so jubilant over their win...that a
couple of the guys got awfully frisky with each other. One guy who is
known for being rough and crude, but hitting hard when he tackles...was
down on his knees and sucking some dick...I mean "garlic." He sucked
several of the guys. He told one fairly new guy that if he told
anyone...he'd beat the shit out of him. There is no way in hell the new
kid is going to say a word.
You know what gets me. A rough and tough guy who is known for a mean
spirit...can do consensual sexual things to another guy and it is not
gay...but let some little weak kid that is easily a target for
bullying... do the same thing...he is the biggest fag in the school
district. The double standard is a really big piece of shit.
Aunt Lou said that I could spend the night with Steve at his house.
When I got there...I found that his parents were out of town for the week
end. Steve had his clothing off 30 seconds after we got into the
house...and was naked all night and all day on Sunday until it was time for
me to leave. He offered me a can of his dad's beer...but I declined. It
seemed like Mr. Kolby would know how many cans of beer were in his
refrigerator when he left town and might count them when he got back.
Since I declined the offer...he offered me a cold Pepsi instead which I
accepted. I thought he might go ahead and drink the beer...but he did not.
He had a Pepsi too. He went out of his way to make me feel comfortable.
After a couple hours of sex play and a great orgasm and ejaculation.
We curled up together in his bed and slept soundly until sunrise. On
Sunday morning...we did "it" again. Steve gave me a cross on a chain to
wear around my neck. He has another one just like it. He had my name
engraved on the back. He told me again that he loved me...and wanted me to
always be his best friend. I told him I loved him too...and you know
Ben...I think I do. He holds me so close and makes me feel so good when we
are snuggled together...that I think he is telling me the absolute
truth...he does really love me.
We went to a steak house for lunch and a movie. Afterwards we went
back to his house for another couple of hours of sex. He lay on his back
and I sat down on him. He jerked me with lube and manipulated the speed
and time so we could both have an orgasm together. It was fantastic. I
left about 5:00 PM with a big smile on my face. He kissed me over and over
before letting me out the door.
Just before bed time...he called to say that his folks had come home
and were well pleased that the house was not wrecked. They know that I am
not a destructive type. Steve's dad Joe Kolby...told me that Steve has
been a lot happier and calmer since we started hanging out together. He
sort of basically told me to come over anytime I wanted. His mother's name
is Sharon. She reminds me a lot of your mom...very matronly and a paragon
of kindness. Once...a few weeks ago...she started to say something to me
about how Steven seemed to think so much of me...and she always had hoped
he would find a nice boy like...and then caught herself...and did not
finish the statement. I am thinking she may have figured out our secret.
At first it bothered me...but the more I am around the Kolby's...the less I
am concerned about it. Even if they knew the truth...I think they would be
cool with it. Does that make sense? Well
anyway...Steve called just before bed time and we talked for an hour.
Aunt Lou told me to tell that nice boy to call back in the morning...that I
needed some sleep before going to school tomorrow. I could hear Steve
laugh on the other end. He said, " I know you can not say it back to me
with your Aunt in the room with you...but I love you Dewy Bayless...I love
you a lot." I laughed and said "Double Ditto" back to him. He laughed
again...and we said good bye.
Oh Ben...as much as your friendship has meant to me...I know you will
understand my emotions and be happy for us. Your Montana Friend,
Dewy
Saturday, October 4th, 1969
Dewy, my friend:
I could not be any happier for you buddy. It sounds like you have
found a keeper. Go for it. Steve sounds like a nice boy. Maybe your
friendship with him has tamed the unhappy beast with in, that made him
bully some of the kids earlier. We all need love in our lives...and the
two of you may be the best medicine for the emotionally debilitating
behavior of his past. He obviously does love you...and he seems only to
ask for your love and companionship in return. Lucky you.
Let me tell you briefly about the adventure that Clark and I had with
the four faculty members at the Lake Shelbyville fishing trip. We rented
the houseboat for the week end...and Rick (Dr. Richard Highsmith) did the
piloting. Three other
of our colleagues went with us. Jim, Gerry and Tristan. Jim and Rick are
still single...having never been married. Gerry is a married man with
family and Tristan is a divorced man without children who grew up in Great
Britain. Listening to him talk is an adventure.
We went swimming in the evening after supper...just before it started
getting dark. We all wore life preservers to swim. That was part of the
contract to rent the house boat. However...we were all bottomless while we
were in the water. It was exciting...almost like being completely naked.
We anchored to the edge of a large sand bar that easily could have been an
island if it had had a little higher elevation and trees. There was a big
rock there...about six feet tall and we tied up to it so the house boat
would not float away. A couple of the guys had talked about taking
sleeping bags and sleeping on the sand bar...until we found a couple of
water snakes that were also cohabiting the island. That was the factor
that made us all decide to sleep on the boat. If they wanted to sleep in
the open air...they could sleep on the roof of the boat because there was a
safety rail all the way around it.
Well, it turned out to be kind of a mini orgy. We were surprised when
our married friend Gerry joined in. Man could he suck dick and when his
bunk mate suggested a little hands and knees action from behind...he was
all in favor of it. I relearned a lesson about not judging people on this
trip. I knew that Rick was a player...and thought that Jim, possibly, was
too. I did not know that Gerry would like m2m as a married man...and
wondered why they invited Tristan...but he was wild as a march hare for a
conservative Englishman.
Gerry was up on all fours, Tristan was behind him and had just entered
and was humping away. Gerry was so hot and bothered with the in and out
movements that he was just wiggling all over the double bunk. Tristan,
after trying to keep himself in, with out a lot of success... hollers in
his deep booming British voice... "Ger old man...will you quite moving your
bloomin arse so much." We all laughed until tears flowed. Well...after
about thirty minutes we heard Tristan announce that he was going to
cum...and he really gave Gerry a pounding. Afterwards, he rolled him over
on his back and put a lube finger up Gerry's arse and massaged him to a
prostate induce orgasm. Gerry shot a good load...but Tristan did not let
him go...he took some oil and stroked his still hard dick and Gerry had a
second orgasm and ejaculation. After the screaming and panting...he told
Tristan that was the first time in his life he had a double. He
suggested a repeat in the morning. That really cracked us all up.
In the morning...before sunrise...they repeated the same scenario.
Gerry had a double release and went home with a big smile on his face. One
wonders if his wife had any idea of what had transpired.
Clark and I had a little bit of fun too...but he was infatuated with
Gerry and Tristan. He suggested a "manage au tois" and surprisingly
enough...they invited him to join in. I think that was the highlight of
his time with us on the trip.
Back at home...he asked if I was offended by his joining the other two
for a three way...and I told him, "not at all." He then said that Tristan
asked if he would like to come over to his place sometime for supper. He
said that he would love it. He asked if I would mind. Of course, I told
him that that would be fine. I want him to be independent. Although I
have enjoyed him in my home...it is good to see him making good decisions
and growing from them. If he finds some commonality with Tristan...more
power to him.
Well, my friend...I have rambled on long enough. I hear the pillow on
my bed calling my name. Have a great week. L. Y.
Ben
Ezra
October 17th, 1969
Dear Ben,
How are you doing these autumn days? How is Clark progressing? Will
you extend our best wishes to him..? Would you believe it...we had snow
flurries the other night...just a dusting for now, but winter is soon upon
us. The hard wood trees are brilliant with colors. I went with the
Explore Scouts on a 22 mile hike and had blisters on my feet when we
finished. There was an observation tower in the park and someone dared all
of us to climb the tower when we arrived. I was almost too sore to do
it...but did not want to be the only one who chickened out. Steve
scampered right up the 145 steps and down again. He was just as tired and
just as sore as me...but was not going to be branded a loser. Several
times he extended his hand to me and pulled me up a few more steps. When
he holds my hand for any reason...I feel energized. His eyes twinkle when
he does so. I feel the affection he has for me...and when it was time to
crawl and I do mean crawl...into our tents...I returned his
affection...inch for inch. :-)
We slept naked together in the tent. The night air got cold by
midnight. I had brought a couple of the heavy horse blankets to put over
our sleeping bag and a couple of hay tarps under us for insulation. Inside
of the sleeping bags joined together...we were quite warm. You know of
course that the old saying of sleeping naked together keeps you both warm
is a myth. It is fun to be naked against one another...but as far as
warming up a cold body...the more clothing you have on in layers, even
within a sleeping bag, the quicker the body will warm up.
We got to messing with each other and both of us had really hard
boners. He asked if I wanted to sixty nine. Dumb question. Of course I
wanted to. You know how I like to be on the bottom and enjoy the
view...but this time he wanted me on top. He held my weight and still was
able to suck my dick and play with my ass. He sucks slowly and gets me so
hot that I feel like I am going to explode...and just as the orgasm sets
in...he speeds up enough to give a big ejaculation and so much sensitivity
that I shoot a big load. He swallowed this time which he has never done
before. I did the same for him while he was under me. As soon as I
inserted my finger through his sphincter and pressed on his prostate..he
fired. I don't like swallowing cum...but I did it so he would know that I
do love him. Afterwards...while we snuggled naked together...he told me
that he knows I do not like to swallow semen...and said that he would
prefer I not do it because it bothers me. How is that for unselfish? He
said the orgasm is the most important thing...and if I want to spit...it is
fine with him. He doesn't want me to do anything that makes me
uncomfortable.
The next morning, we did it again...only this time with me underneath.
I fired after the first couple sucks. Then I got up on my hands and knees
and he entered from behind and did the slow hump gig. He filled me
up...but better than that...while he was in there...the slick feeling of
his dick going in and out of my orifice with the head hitting my prostate
gland...I fired a second time. I could really get used to having double
orgasms. Is it possible to have a triple? :-)
One of the other scouts started to smart off about Steve and I
spending so much time together. Steve doubled up his fist and shoved it
into the scouts face and shouted at him to never make a disparaging remark
about me again. With his fist in the kids face...he told him that I was
the most decent person he had ever met...honorable to the max...and that he
would break his face if he ever said anything mean-spirited to me or about
me again. Evidently the kid believed him...because he apologized to us
both. I was so impressed with Steve's valor. Other than you... I do not
believe anyone has ever done that for me before.
Do I sound like a hopeless romantic..? I am so in love with Steve,
Ben. I find that I think of him all the time. He calls me every night and
sometimes during the day to see if I am ok and need anything. He is like a
brother with benefits. His parents are going on a cruise the first full
week in November. He is going to stay with us while they are gone. I can
hardly wait. Getting into bed at night...naked with him next to me. The
only thing that has come close to producing the same emotion is when you
were here last summer. I love him Ben. I love you too...only just kind of
in a different way. Does this make any sense to you? :-)
Your
Montana Buddy. L.Y...
Dewy
October 31, 1969
Dear Dewy,
Happy Halloween. Are you and Steve going to any parties tonight? I
am afraid that Halloween is not one of my favorite holidays...and I am
opting to stay home tonight with a good book and a fire in the fireplace.
Clark is spending the night with Tristan. They are going to a party on
campus held for the faculty and staff members. They are spending a lot of
time together and I have no doubt of their mutual affection for one
another. You asked sometime back if I felt any jealousy with their new
found friendship. The answer is that I do not. I am glad to see the
progress Clark is making. Tristan is a very nice man with a good income.
Clark could certainly do a lot worse. He seems happy and Tristan has a
reputation for being honest and forthright. If they continue to play their
cards right...a new relationship may become a permanent one. I think Clark
has progressed to the point now that he could handle an honest
relationship.
It is only a month until you will be flying in for Thanksgiving. It
will be good to see you in person again...and to hear more of your
adventures. I spoke to your father the other day. He too is looking
forward to your visit...and once again thanked us for hosting you. His
studio apartment is only one room and there is not much room for guests
because of all the stacks of books and lesson plans. We have invited him
to Thanksgiving dinner as before and he has accepted..but said that he
could not stay the whole day...just like last year.
Snow already in Montana? You can keep it up there. I am glad you had such
a good time on the Autumn hike and that you and Steve had such a good time
in the tent. There has always been something incomparable about having sex
in a tent. I have always enjoyed that. Perhaps it is the night air...but
it always seems to make the whole experience more sensual...and if you can
be naked out doors with out the fear of being discovered...so much the
better.
How will Steve fare with you two apart for five days? I am not
surprised that he has not approached you to come along with you.
Have a great November my friend. Love you.
Ben
Ezra
November 12th, 1969
Hi Ben,
Your letter arrived earlier in the week. You must be psychic. Steve
has been dropping hints right and left to come with me to Illinois. He has
even said that he has the money to pay his own way out there and back.
Aunt Lou has told me that it would be too great an imposition to bring and
uninvited guest to Illinois for Thanksgiving. I told her that she did not
know you like I know you...but she said, "NO", emphatically. If there is a
the slightest chance that you would not object...would you help me out on
this and try to persuade her? Without her knowing that I suggested
it...please???????
Your Impatient
Montana Buddy,
Desperate
Dewy
November 18th, 1969
Dear Desperate,
I passed your suggestion to my parents who said that they would be
delighted to have your friend join us. I have to concur. I will call Lou
and try to persuade her. Do you realize the challenge in that..? :-) Ben
Ezra
November 22nd, 1969
Dear Dewy,
I didn't think we could pull it off...but we did. Lou knew that you
had ask me to invite Steve...and she was not going to allow it. Bless my
own mother who then got on the line and persuaded her that we really did
want to meet him and that we had talked of it for weeks before making the
invitation. If she and dad had talked of it...they did not mention it to
me...but it does not matter...the plan worked. We will pick the two of you
up at the airport in the late afternoon on the 26th. My aunt and uncle
will be here again as last year...so the two of you will have my room and I
will sleep on the sofa in the my father's office. They would understand
you sleeping with me last year...but not the three of us together this
year. You and Steve will need and want some privacy...so my room will be
at your disposal.
We invited Clark to join us...but he had already accepted an
invitation from Tristan to stay with him. Tristan's parents are flying in
from London for a few days. You will never guess. Tristan is taking Clark
with him to London for Christmas. He offered to pay the expense of the
flight both ways, if he would go. I was not surprised that he accepted.
He would have been a damn fool to turn down a trip to England.
I went to supper with the house boat gang last week end...and it was
obvious that Clark and Tristan are as fond of each other, as you and Steve
are. I'm happy for all of you. We are all looking forward to your and
Steve's arrival. Have a safe flight my friend. Take care.
Ben
Ezra
JOURNAL ENTRY November 26, 1969
DEWY AND STEVE ARRIVED THIS EVENING ON OZARK AIRLINES AT 4:00 PM. It
was so good to see Dewy, and his best friend Steve did not look like I
thought he would look. What a good looking kid. Steve is nearly a half
foot shorter than Dewy. He has thick dark hair and dark eyes, wears black
framed glasses...and a fantastic smile. I guess he weighed about 150
pounds...but talk about a high school senior that is built like a brick out
house...man, he is packed. If I was younger and he was not Dewy's best
friend...I would be sniffing and howling at the moon.
Mom and Dad made them very welcome. Dr. Bayless, Dewy's dad came over
for an hour last night to welcome him home and to meet Steve. He seemed to
like his son's best friend. After about an hour or so...he made his
excuses to leave and went back to his studio apartment. I helped Dewy and
Steve carry their luggage to my old bedroom. Once inside...I visited with
them both for a bit before going down stairs to the den...where the couch
was made out for me. I wanted the boys to have privacy so this sleeping
arrangement was fine. I could hear the bed springs squeaking during the
night. Guess they were relaxing before going to sleep. This time last
year...I was the one making the springs squeak with Dewy. Yea, I have to
admit that maybe I wish I was the one upstairs jumping his bones...but I am
glad he has found such a good companion in Steve.
The embers in the den fireplace are slowly dying out since we closed
the glass doors. I am getting sleepy...so I think I will set my pen aside
and get some sleep. Welcome home Dewy...and thanks for bringing Steve with
you. He seems like a really nice guy.
JOURNAL ENTRY THANKSGIVING DAY November 27, 1969
What a fantastic day it has been. We breakfasted on biscuits and
gravy with hot coffee and tea. We all ate too much. Mom was up at 5:00 AM
to put the turkey on and bake pies. It was around 7:00 PM when I got up.
Dewy and Steve did not come down for another hour and a half. I thought I
heard the box springs squeaking again. Mom and Dad never mentioned it...so
perhaps it was my imagination.
We encouraged Dewy and Steve to talk about school, football and
scouts. They were very animated about their activities and we all sort of
fell in love with Steve. It is easy to see why Dewy thinks so highly of
him. Steve is very articulate, has very good manners, and is very social.
As he and Dewy told of their school activities and extra curricular events,
we could see the description clearly in our minds. One does not usually
refer to high school students as eloquent...but Steve was every bit so.
Had we not known that he was a high school senior...it would have been easy
to have mistaken him for a freshman or sophomore in college. As they
regaled us with stories and jokes...I had to hold my side from
aching...from all the laughter. If there was ever a small moment of
jealousy on my part, it was quickly dispelled listening to the two of them.
I felt so happy for both of them...together.
At one point in the visit...Dewy caught my eye. As I looked into his
eyes...I could see love and happiness. I knew that his feelings for me
would always be extraordinary...but his regard for Steve was even greater.
I was no longer the number one person in his life. Strangely so, it was
ok. I was ok with it.
Steve caught me staring at him. He smiled and gazed at me intently.
He was not lording over me as if to express a victory. Instead it was more
like an expression of thanks for sharing one so special to me...now with
him. I smiled back and nodded.
At dinner, we sat around some large folding tables that dad had
borrowed from church. This way we could all eat Thanksgiving dinner
together. I don't know how the seating planned had worked as it did...but
I found myself sitting between Dewy and Steve. As dad asked the blessing
on the meal...we all held hands around the table. Dewy tenderly squeezed
my left hand repeatedly during the prayer...and to my surprise, Steve did
the same with my right hand and at one point scratched my palm gently with
his little finger. I gave his hand one last squeeze on the "Amen." As
every gay man knows...a light scratch or stroke on the palm during a hand
shake means that there is a sexual interest...and the person who does so
would like to know you better.
Before the passing of food, I got up to answer the phone when it
rang...and suggested that Steve sit next to Dewy and I would take his seat
next to Uncle Mark when I returned. Steve hurriedly scooted over. I knew
he wanted to.
The phone call was from a church friend of my dad's who wanted to
wish our family a Happy Thanksgiving. When I returned, the food was being
passed. I sat down next to Uncle Mark and visited with him. I could see
Dewy reach over and touch Steve's knee several times during the meal.
Several times Steve's knee brushed against mine. I wondered about what he
might be thinking.
Dr. Bayless stayed most of the afternoon and had only praises for his
son. He seemed to like Dewy's friend Steve. I had not seem him so relaxed
and conversant since his wife had died. I think he really enjoyed the day.
We played cards in the afternoon. Time seemed to fly. The evening
came upon us too soon as our quests departed. I helped dad carry in some
more wood for the fireplaces. We ate leftovers for supper...but not much,
because none of us were very hungry. Steve and Dewy became interested in a
game of chess and as they stretched out on the den floor...each facing one
another across the chess board...I sort of mentally undressed them both
laying there. Each had a nice body and I could imagine what it would be
like to lower myself down on top of either and slip in for a slow and
leisurely ride. I guess the expression on my face was out of the ordinary
because my mom asked if I were ok. I answered that I was...very much so.
She told me that I seemed far away. Well, I guess I was...in dream land
with two handsome young men waiting to be enjoyed and appreciated. I would
have jumped up and gone to the kitchen for a Coke...but I
had an erection from thinking too much and had to wait for it to go down.
By 10:30 PM my parents and aunt & uncle had gone to their respective
rooms. The news was ending on television as I snapped it off. Dewy
whispered to me saying, "Wouldn't you like to come upstairs for awhile and
tell us about the things on the shelves that you collected as a kid?" He
grabbed the front of his pants and gave it a quick shuffle. "That would be
fantastic," Steve had added...giving the same gesture. "You sure," I
inquired. They both said yes at the same time. I got up and closed the
fireplace doors and turned out the lights. We headed for the stairs.
JOURNAL ENTRY Friday, November 28, 1969
What a Thanksgiving. Man the food was out of this world...but so were
the amusements. At bed time, both Dewy and Steve wanted me to join them
for awhile. As soon as we got into my old bedroom and switched off the
lights...they totally stripped down. They said they were going to take a
shower before bed. All time first...three of us in my shower. It was a
tight fit but the warm water was nice and so was the extra hands on one's
body with the soap and wash cloth.
Afterwards, we toweled each other down and lay down on the bed. Steve
is quite the tiger. He went down on me as soon as I lay down. Turning on
our sides, Dewy went down on Steve and enjoyed his hard throbbing cock.
Dewy turned and jumped to his knees and kneeling over my face...thrust his
dick into my mouth while Steve continued to suck on mine. Then
straightening up...Steve grabbed my legs and thrust them into the air and
pushed them back towards Dewy who grabbed my ankles to keep them in place.
After a quick rimming...Steve penetrated. In his excitement to get
moving...he did not give sufficient time for stretching. It hurt a bit at
first. He pulled out...add some Vaseline from the night stand and pushed
in again. This time there was no discomfort...but man he sure felt big in
there. After a couple dozen humps...he traded places with me and then Dewy
took my place. Well to make a very long experience short...we all
got in and we all got off and about 2:00 AM we did it all over again. I
was done after my second ejaculation and told them that I was going down to
the den so it would not look suspicious in the morning. After grabbing
another quick shower to be semen free...I slipped my tee shirt and boxers
back on...and carried my jeans and shirt with me to the den. Sometime in
the early morning hours...I felt a wet pair of lips on my proboscis again
with it sticking straight up through the leg of my boxers. Steve had
slipped down stairs for a little one on one time with me. He stayed about
thirty minutes before I got him off and sent him back upstairs to Dewy.
When Dewy got up the next morning ...he acted like he didn't know anything
about it. Evidently...Steve was successful in leaving and returning
undetected. I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. When I awoke
again...they were up and dressed and sitting at the breakfast table with
the rest of the family.
My mother asked how I slept...and I replied that I hardly remembered
my head hitting the pillow. Nothing more was said about the night.
Friday, November 28, 1969 P.M. JOURNAL ENTRY
Dewy and Steve left on foot to walk to campus. They spent the
afternoon at the arcade across from Pemberton Hall. It was around 9:00 PM
when they returned. We had not expected them for supper because they had
indicated that they might go to the local Pizza hangout. When they
returned...they told me about the fun they had had seeing some of Dewy's
old friends...and had turned down an invitation to go to the movies because
they had already seen the film back in Kalispell.
We sat and talked for awhile and they said that they were a bit tired
and thought they would turn in. I did not see them the rest of the
evening...nor were there any surprise visits during the night.
Saturday, November 29, 1969 JOURNAL ENTRY
Crap...it is snowing this morning. Although the weather people on
channel three are calling for some accumulation...I am hoping they are
grossly mistaken. While Dewy and Steve are going to have lunch with
Dr. Bayless downtown...I am going to go home to my own apartment and get
some things done there. The boys did not say anything about coming by my
apartment. There is a weeks worth of laundry laying on the bedroom
floor...and a half week's worth of dishes stacked in the sink. I really
need to clean the place up before going back to class on Tuesday.
Left my car in the apartment parking lot. I made tracks in the snow
when I parked. Sure hope this accumulation is nothing significant. While
out, I ran by the IGA store and got a few groceries and things...just in
case.
On the kitchen table was a note from Clark saying that he was going to
stay with Tristan and return to work from there. I had expected as
much...and that is fine. About noon my phone rang. It was mom saying that
the roads were getting slick and the accumulation was increasing. As much
as they would like to have me stay there for the rest of the week end...it
would probably be best if I stayed in my own apartment tonight. If the
conditions improve...I could always come over on Sunday and go to church
with them. I said that would be fine.
At 9:00 PM my door bell rang. I got up from the television to answer
it...and there stood Dewy and Steve covered in snow and very wet. Our
conversation went something like this:
"Dewy, Steve...what are the two of you doing out in this mess and at
night," I asked.
"We had lunch with dad at the buffet and then told him we were going
to meet some friends at the mall, but they never showed up," Dewy answered.
"We walked to a couple of their houses...but they weren't there...and the
snow is getting too bad to walk back to your folks house. We saw your
apartment lights and decided to come here. Man, we are frozen to the
core."
Steve did not say anything. He just stood shivering in a pool of
water on the floor from the melting snow from his parka and boots.
"Get out of those wet clothes," I said, "And I will get you some large
towels and see if I have anything you can put on."
I did find a couple of heavy bath robes...one was mine and the other
one was Clark's. They quickly shed clothing down to bare skin, toweled off
with the bath towels and put on the robes. I put another couple of logs
into my fireplace and sat them by it...while we talked.
Dewy looked around and said that the apartment looked just like it did
the last time he was here. I wondered what he expected to be different.
Only the occupant's guests had changed.
"You guys have anything to eat for supper," I asked?
"Not since we left dad," Dewy offered. "We had not been hungry until
we got so wet and cold."
I turned and smiled. "Was the Pizza Hut open on the corner when you
came by," I asked.
"Yes, it was," Steve interjected, "And if you don't care if we order a
couple of them...I'll buy."
"I'm fine with it," I replied. "Other than a peanut butter sandwich
and a Pepsi...I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast."
We ordered two large Pizzas which were delivered thirty minutes later.
They tasted wonderful. There is something to be said about Pizza and Pepsi
on a cold night when you are sitting by a fire. The evening news spoke as
if the snow would get worse...only now they were saying that we could be on
the edge of a blizzard. That is not unusual for this part of Illinois in
winter.
"If we get snowed in...we might have to reschedule our flight for
Monday," Steve said...more of a question than a statement.
"What do you think Ben...does that seem like a like a possibility," he
asked?
"Maybe we had better tune in the news and see what they are saying," I
suggested...as I changed the channel to Channel 17 WAND out of Decatur. We
sat transfixed as they brought up camera shots from around the country
side. Dewy's jaw dropped when he saw the forecast on the screen.
"How is that possible," he stammered... "they are saying that the
three or four inches forecasted last night now could be ten or eleven over
tonight and more tomorrow."
"If we get snowed in, will we loose our flight home," Steve asked.
"It is not likely," I replied. "If the airports are snowed in and
flights are cancelled...you will be rescheduled and no extra fees will be
paid by you."
"Then I don't give a shit," said Steve grinning from ear to ear, "let
it snow."
We looked daggers at him. Dewy needed to be home to tend to his share
of the work at the ranch and then there was school. Montana students don't
usually have snow days up there...they just keep going to class regardless.
I thought...as much as I like company...my apartment is too small for three
or four of us for a few extra days. I turned to both of them and just
smiled. The sex would be great.
"Have you called my folks to let them know you are here with me," I
asked?
"No, we need to do that," Dewy replied.
I called and my mom answered the phone. I told her that the boys were
here safe with me and that it looked like they would need to stay because
of the weather. She agreed. I am sure she was relieved to have them off
the streets and where they were safe.
We added another log to the fire in the fireplace just as the power
went out. Even here with all the university exterior lighting...when the
electrical systems fail...it gets so very dark. I had two candles in the
whole apartment. Both were the large stump candles that had never been
burned. We lit them and were amazed how cozy the apartment remained. The
bedroom and bathroom became cold...but the living room and kitchen...one
large area...was very nice.
I had a couple of sleeping bags in the closet and two or three quilts
that had been made my grandma Jacobson a long time ago. We shifted the
furniture around and made room for the three of us in front of the
fireplace. Dewy and I took the outside edges and put Steve in the middle.
He stretched out on his stomach facing the fire. Dewy climbed on top and
rested on his hands and knees over him...bumping his rod against Steve's
ass. After a few minutes of gyrating...they disrobed exposing two nearly
perfect bottoms in the glow of candle light. I lay on my side admiring the
way they interacted one with another. Each obviously enjoying ever little
touch of finger to skin. Dewy raised up and Steve rolled over...chest to
chest, cock to cock. They kissed and rubbed the sides of their faces
against each other's facial stubble. Dewy got up again and turned with his
feet towards the fire and then settled down over Steve...he on top
and Steve underneath. With each of their mouths open like a baby
bird...they engulfed each other's penis in a perfect sixty nine.
Dewy reached out and took my hand and pulled me towards them. I
slowly ran my hand over their exposed skin. Taking a tube of lube from the
sofa end table...squeezed a bit out on my finger and applied it to Dewy's
sphincter. Round and round the pucker, I ran my finger and then pushed in
slowly. He moaned deeply. Taking Steve's penis out of his mouth long
enough to speak, he said to me, "push in deeper." As I did so, he moaned
deeper with delight and started to gyrate his hips.
Steve, pulled off sucking Dewy's cock long enough to say, " Do me,
Ben."
I moved to the other end and as I lifted Steve's legs, Dewy pulled
them towards him without loosing his cock from his mouth. Steve bent his
knees which Dewy straddled with his arms to keep them in place. Once again
I lubed my finger and applied a copious amount of Vaseline to his sphincter
and went around and around on his pucker before inserting slowly, pulling
back and inserting my finger again.
"More...deeper," he mumbled with Dewy's proboscis still deep in his
mouth.
I pulled out and lubed two fingers and pushed in again. He flinched just a
little and then moaned again. "Deeper," he mumbled. I pushed in, pulled
back and then pushed in again as far as I could reach. I found his
prostate. It was bulging and engorged from all the sexual excitement. I
pressed down on it and moved my fingers around in little circles on the top
of the gland. He moaned again and lunged upward pushing his dick deeper
into Dewy's mouth. Dewy pulled off.
"What you trying to do Steve, drown me," he whispered loudly. Dewy
got up and went to the waste basket next to the kitchen counter and spit a
mouth full of prostatic fluid into it before returning and taking Steve's
cock into his mouth and starting to suck again.
Steve mumbled something unintelligible and continued sucking
Dewy...whose dick was hanging in his face. I pulled out...and adding a
little more lube to my fingers pushed in again. This time as I massage his
prostate with my middle and longest finger...making the little
circles...Steve was humping Dewy's mouth harder...and let out an excited
moan, a couple of groans and discharged his total load into Dewy's mouth.
He kept pounding away and moaning and gyrating. It was obvious that he was
having the orgasm of the century. When he pulled out of Dewy's
mouth...Dewy raced to the waste basket again and spit another huge load
into it. The first had been clear...but this load was milky white and
thick.
I eased my finger out of it's cavern...as Steve became ultra sensitive
to movement. He gasped for air. Slowly climbing onto his hands and knees,
he embrace Dewy and kissed the side of his face. He mumbled something
about the best "one" he had ever had...and that is part of the reason he
loved him.
Dewy rolled over on his back. Steve asked for the lube and he greased
Dewy's sphincter and his shaft. With his finger in his rectum and his
right hand stroking his cock...Dewy had his own orgasm and ejaculation in
short order.
I thought our evenings work was done...and started to get up to leave
the two huddled together on the pallet.
"Where do you think you are going," Dewy asked?
"To put the lube away and to pick up the soiled towels," I answered
back.
"Not before we get you off, he replied. "You know the rules...no one
leaves until everyone gets off."
I lay down on the sleeping bag. The two played with my nipples and
balls. My dick got really hard. While Dewy stroked me with lube, Steve
inserted his middle finger and massaged me. It did not take long. I had a
very good orgasm and ejaculation. Afterwards, I grabbed a hot shower. My
water heater fortunately was natural gas. The boys showered together...and
by midnight we were back on the pallet on the floor and drifting off to
sleep.
My wrist watch beeped three in the morning. I rolled over on my left
side after putting a couple more logs on the fire. I felt Steve's hand
rubbing my butt and pretty soon, he was meandering over my hip bone and
feeling up my cock and balls. I lay still and let him do so. In short
order...I was hard as a rock. Dewy was laying on his right side pointing
away from us, and snoring lightly. Steve crawled from under the cover and
turned around at the head of the pallet and lowered himself over me. We
had a perfect sixty nine going. I sucked up on his cock and ran my tongue
over his balls which were low hangers this time. I even tongued his
sphincter. He seemed in no hurry to hustle and get off. We stayed in that
position for at least 15 to 20 minutes and then changed with him underneath
and me on top. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing...and his cock and
balls were beautiful. I sucked away. My watched beeped
4:00 AM. I climbed off and returned to my pallet and lay on my left side.
Steve snuggled up close and entered me. It only took a few minutes for him
to give me his second load...only much smaller amount. He pulled out,
wiped with a handkerchief under his pillow and rolled over to face Dewy's
body. He scooted closer and put his left hand over Dewy's body and held
him close. Apparently our little sexual adventure was over. I had just
enough energy to jerk myself off. I got up and hurried to the bathroom to
drain and clean up...and returned to my bed on the floor. The next thing I
new...my watch was beeping 8:00 AM and my phone was ringing. I raced naked
to answer the phone.
Sunday, November 29, 1969 JOURNAL ENTRY:
My dad called at 8:00 AM to see if we were ok and to tell us that
church had been cancelled because of the weather. He said on the news that
our area had received 12 inches of snow with more coming through out the
day. I wondered what I could do to keep the boys amused today...but dad
had that taken care of that. He and Dr. Bayless had found that O'Hare
Airport in Chicago was flying today and tomorrow. They had not received
nearly the amount of snow that we had received...and although the Ozark was
not flying to the smaller communities because of insufficient snow removal
equipment...the Illinois Central railway was running. Dr. Bayless was
going to collect the boys as soon as the main streets and route 16 were
open to get there...and he was going to take them on the train to Chicago
this evening and stay with them at a hotel and personally see that they
were safely on the plane for home on Monday morning. He would then catch
the afternoon train home. It seemed like a major undertaking for a man
who easily could loose himself in his books. However, he was determined to
see them home safely.
Dad and Dr. Bayless showed up at 2:00 PM and had the boys at the train
station by 3:00 PM. They left at 4:00PM and arrived in Chicago by the
dinner hour. Dr. Bayless took them to a steak house for supper and they
checked into the Palmer House for the night. This whole week end simply
blows the mind...maybe that was not such a good choice of expressions after
you have had your cock sucked at least a half dozen times or more.
Anyway...I am super tired and tonight I am going to sleep in my own bed
even if the electricity has not yet come back on.
Monday Morning, November 30, 1969 JOURNAL ENTRY
Dewy and Steve caught their flight out of Chicago at 8:00 AM. Dr. Bayless
was home again by supper time...and the boys were back in Kalispell by bed
time. What an adventure this had been...but one that I would not have
wanted to miss for anything in the world.
THE REST OF THE STORY:
Dewy and Steve returned to Montana. As freshmen in college they
roomed together and on graduation...bought a home together in the summer of
1976. They both had gainful employment and were happy with their lives
together. In the summer of 1978...on a fishing trip to Canada their sea
plane capsized on landing on one of the lakes...pinning Steve beneath the
water. He drowned. Dewy, two other passengers and the pilot were able to
swim to shore.
In 1982, Dewy met a young rancher from Wyoming and they became close
friends. A year later...they bought a small spread together. Over the
years, their wise investments and hard work turned their property holdings
into a sizable ranch. They are still together today.
Clark Bodie went to England with his friend Tristan for Christmas in
1969. After Tristan finished his doctorate degree...the two of them
returned to England where they started a Bed & Breakfast for gay travelers
in the Cotswold area. I get a Christmas card from them every December.
As for me...I continued to teach at the university until 2011 when I
retired. Today, I am involved with a host of hobbies...including writing
some of my memoirs.