Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 16:45:43 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL KANSAS COLLEGE 4 Corrected

SMALL KANSAS COLLEGE - PART 4

Chapter 1

Morgan had talked with the county sheriff and had found out that he
wouldn't list his mother as missing because of the way she had left the
house.  He also told Morgan that statistics showed that many disappearing
people who lived east of the Mississippi went to New York; those west of
the Mississippi went to California.  If Morgan didn't have anything to go
on the sheriff didn't want to put out a missing persons bulletin.

I had sent Morgan to my attorney and he told Morgan that his mother could
be charged with child abandonment because of Andrew; she might or might not
be traceable through her Social Security number if she were to be employed
somewhere.  The attorney also searched property records and found out that
Morgan and Andrew, as well as his mother, were listed as owners of the
property, which gave Morgan the right to rent it and, after seven years he
could declare his mother dead and sell the house.  Andrew and I helped
Morgan with getting the house ready to rent.

Even though Morgan and Gare were now occupying two rooms, I didn't charge
Morgan any rent, which we debated about, but, in the end, I won.  I moved
them out of the room with the one-way mirror and into two adjacent rooms
and had Little John cut in a connecting door.

The fall term began at the college.  I looked over the boys that the
College's Dean of Men referred to me and, of course, chose those I wanted
in the rooms adjacent to mine.

It was really turning out to be fun having so many college students around.
They all had very little modesty as far as being fully clothed outside
their rooms.  Maggie loved having young men around the house again. One of
the young men I selected for the one of the adjacent rooms with the mirrors
was named Michael Allen - both rooms were available for students, as Gare
and Morgan had moved into adjacent rooms that had a connecting door cut
between them.  Michael was in his junior year.  He was masculine and had
well developed pecs and arms, then slimmed down from there - flat stomach,
long, lean legs.  He had a fair completion, light brown hair, blue eyes and
full lips.  Watching him through the mirror made me think I had been too
hasty in choosing him - he seemed such a quiet, shy person, maybe somewhat
of a loner. The one time I caught him on the bed jacking off - he had his
mid section raised completely off the bed and he was fisting his dick like
crazy. That sort of assured me I had made a good choice.

His dick, by the way, was my favorite kind.  Cut, large head, and one of
those shafts that were completely smooth - no veins - just a long tube of
beautiful cock flesh - fair like his body. The head was neither helmet nor
mushroom but somewhere in between and flared out beyond the circumference
of the shaft.







Chapter 2 - Campus Security Officers Ring the Door Bell One Night.

Monday is a quiet night with Morgan and I had just undressed and slipped on
a robe to go get a book I had left in the Music Room.  I liked to read
there during the day as the light was good and it is a quiet part of the
house.  I had just retrieved the book when the front door bell rang, which
was unusual.  All of the students used the doors in the addition and the
front door of the original house was always locked. It had little or no
traffic in the evening.  I opened the door to find two campus policemen
holding up Michael.  Another young man was standing aside and slightly to
the rear of the security officers.

Are you Jerome Blair?

Yes.

Then, one of the officers asked the young man to explain.  He said his name
was Tom Fairchild; he was an acquaintance, but was not a close friend, of
Michael's.
  He was walking back to his dorm from the library and had found Michael
sitting on the grass beside the walk.  At about the same time the campus
patrol had driven by and seen the two of them and stopped to investigate.

One of the officers then interrupted and explained that Michael had been
drinking and might have taken something stronger than alcohol as well.
Drugs were just starting to be a problem on the campus and they should take
him down town to the city police station but when they found out from Tom
where he lived they thought they would bend the rules a little and bring
him home.

I told them I really appreciated that and asked if they could carry him to
his room as it was in the addition to the house and on the second floor -
there was no way I could manage him.  When we got him upstairs we frisked
him and he had no key, so I just told them to put him in my room (I had a
spare key to all the rooms but the prospect of Michael in my room all night
was just too exciting to turn down).  The two officers not only propped him
up on the bed but also undressed him.  He had on a jacket, pants, shirt,
socks and shoes, (absolutely no underwear).  When they laid him down on the
bed he had only his white sweat socks on.  They covered him and started to
leave, but I stopped them.

>From a drawer in a built in cabinet I found rent money clipped to a
deposit slip that I had not taken to the bank.  I pulled off ten $20.00
bills and held out $100 to each of them.  They said they couldn't accept
it.  I asked why not?

Officers, I am not bribing you, I'm not asking anything in return.  It is
just a thank you offering.  They took the money and thanked me.  Then, the
older office handed me his card and said to give it to Michael, he wanted
Michael to come to the campus security office so he could talk to him.




He explained that he wanted to give Michael a warning lecture.  I asked
when he wanted Michael to appear.  He responded to make it Wednesday when
Michael was through with his afternoon classes and, laughingly, added that
Michael might sleep most of tomorrow away.

I told Tom to stay with Michael and I would see the officers out.

I hadn't closed the door to the room when I left.  That and the carpeted
hallway made my entry back into the room rather unobvious, I guess, as Tom
had removed the bed covers from Michael and was looking at him as he jacked
himself off.

He looked up, saw me and tried to stuff his erection into his fly as best
he could.

Oh, Mr. Blair, I am so sorry.

Tom, you must be sorry that I caught you.  What you were doing was very
understandable and needs no apology.  Are you gay?

Yes, but barely so.  I know I am but haven't done anything with anyone yet.

Guess you are attracted to Michael?

God, who wouldn't be?

I agree, but he is so shy.  He's difficult to get to know.

Please don't tell him Mr. Blair.

I promise, if you stop calling me Mr. Blair and call me Jere.

I motioned for Tom to come into the sitting area and patted the sofa
indicating that I wanted him to sit down beside me.

Tom, I won't tell Michael anything except how you helped him out tonight
when he was in need of help.  But, watching what you were doing, and how I
interrupted must have left you feeling very unsatisfied, I have a question.
Do you want to get off?

I didn't expect what he did next; he pulled his still erect cock out of his
still unzipped fly and said: Oh yes!

Leave your cock alone (a 4 inch beautiful little thing that was fat for its
length) and get undressed.  While he stripped I ran into the bathroom and
brought back an adjustable cock ring and told Tom to put it on.

What is it?  I opened my robe and showed him the one I had on and how it
snapped in place.

Have you ever fantasized about doing something with Michael?



God, yes!

What is your wildest fantasy about him, Tom?

I have often jacked off thinking what it would be like to suck his cock.
Why are you asking me this kind of stuff?

Well, you heard what the officers said about his sleeping until late
tomorrow.  True or not, his headlights are out for a while.  I know what
its like to be aroused and unsatisfied.  Why don't you satisfy yourself
with him while he's vulnerable?

That wouldn't be nice.

No it wouldn't be but it depends how much you would like to live your
fantasy.

How would I do it?

Suck his dick.

Do you really think I could do that?

Why not?  I led him back into the sleeping area and said if we both leaned
over Michael and put our hands under one side of his back we could probably
turned him over onto his side and his dick would be close to the edge of
the bed.  Michael cooperated and his balls as well as his cock were hanging
in front of his legs.

Michael, I did this once to a friend that was drunk.  You can probably get
him halfway erect, but I doubt you will be able to make him shoot.  If you
go for this idea I think you will find there is a lot of pleasure to be had
sucking even a semi-erect cock. Is that OK with you?

Oh yea!

Let's whisper.  If you just hold his cock I think it will erect somewhat,
particularly if you squeeze it every so often.  I'll leave you alone with
him so you won't get embarrassed with my watching.

In about half an hour Tom came into the sitting area.  His dick was so
damned hard - it must have been painful.

Did you have fun?

That was unbelievable.

Did you make him cum?

No.




You didn't cum either, did you?

No.

I closed my book, opened my robe and exposed my 7-inch erection.

Neither did I.

Tom didn't need to be guided to the next step.  He dropped to his knees in
front of me; I reached down and removed his cock ring.  He had had a taste
of sucking cock, now he saw a totally erect one ready for the taking - not
one that was just semi erect.

He took about half of it and I told him to try to take it all.  As he took
it deeper into his throat he started jacking himself.  What he lacked in
experience he made up for with his eagerness.  I warned him I was about to
cum.  He didn't pull off.  I unloaded my cock juice into his mouth and as
soon as I did that he spewed his load on the carpet and laid his head in my
lap.  He didn't move so I started caressing his head.

Although Tom enjoyed what he had done with Michael, I felt somewhat of a
bastard.  I had led Tom into testing the waters for me before I started in
on Michael.  As soon as Tom left, I cleaned his cum off the carpet, locked
the door and turned off all but one lamp in the Sitting Area - a table lamp
with an opaque black shade that reflected light only up and down; with the
3-way switch on low that light was not very bright.  I knew what I wanted
to do.  I wanted to have a long session of cock worship looking at that
dick I had only seen from afar - through the one-way mirrors to Michael's
room.

I dropped my robe on the floor and went into the Sleeping Area.  Michael
had not moved and Tom had not covered him up.  I turned up the thermostat.
I didn't want him to feel chilled.

The first thing I did was to sit on the floor and scoot my legs under the
bed.  My eyes were about a foot distance from his cock.  I just looked at
it, absorbing every beautiful, erotic detail and committing it to memory.
Man, how I loved cocks!  They were such beautiful, exciting things.  To
just look at one was a turn on for me.  I wrapped my hand around it and it
did get semi erect, as I had told Tom it would do.  I squeezed my fingers
around the root of the shaft and that made it even more erect and the cock
head larger.

I took my hand off and watched it become flaccid.

Oh, I know, this sounds so trite.  But, I had been watching him and wanting
him so long that he had become a fantasy - especially his big cock head.

I was crazy; I was in worse shape than Tom.  I had just unloaded a wad and
didn't think I could cum, playing with Michael, even though I had a strong
urge to do so.  I sucked his cock knob into my mouth and then sucked the
shaft in, too.  How soundly can a guy sleep?  Why didn't he wake up and
say: God that feels so good!






Pleasing Michael was the missing factor in the equation and there was
nothing I could do about that.  He was in oblivion.

Suddenly, he rolled over on his back and put one of his hands over his
cock.

I was so fucking nervous. I went into the Sitting Area and picked up a
partial pack of cigarettes and a book of matches that Morgan had left there
Sunday.  I went into the bathroom, turned on the exhaust fan and smoked a
cigarette.

When I returned to the bed, his hand was still covering his cock.  I moved
it away, squirted some lube over the top of his cock shaft and slowly
jacked him.  Even this was to no avail.  I was getting nowhere except
hornier.  I replaced his bed covers, went out to the linen closet in the
hall and got the sheets, blanket and pillow necessary to make myself a bed
on the couch in the Sitting Area.  I left the Bathroom light on and the
door cracked, didn't turn off the lamp with the black shade and turned down
the thermostat.  I thought Michael might wake up and wonder where he was.

I don't know what time it was, but it was the wee hours after midnight when
I heard Michael flush the toilet.  I woke to see him coming toward me and
calling my name.

Jere, why am I in your room.

The campus police brought you home and you evidently lost your room key.  I
had them put you in my bed.

Oh shit!

Don't worry.  You aren't in any trouble.  Go back to bed.

I don't want to take your bed while you sleep on the couch.  Let me sleep
on the couch.

Forget it!

Then you come sleep with me.  It's a big bed and I'm cold anyway.  (Holy
shit!  Did I hear him right?)

He crawled in and got into a position on his side.  I spooned up against
his back, wrapped an arm around him and sort of tucked my hand under his
stomach.  I guess he felt my erection against his back because he said:

You must have a really big cock.

I do.

He fell asleep and I followed soon thereafter.





Much later, in fact the first light of dawn was casting its weak light into
the room, I woke up and realized I must have turned over on my back.

What brought me out of my sleep was the realization someone was sucking my
cock.  I rose up and remembered where I had gone to sleep.  It was Michael
- on his hands and knees.  (He was gay after all.)

I didn't want to startle him by saying anything so I just reached out with
the arm that was by my side, grabbed his erection and started jacking him
off. We shot our love juice about the same time.

Michael said: Jere, you're gay.

And so are you. I tried sucking you off while you were sleeping but
couldn't get the job done.

Lets go out and get some breakfast and you can try again.

We don't need to go out, put on a robe and we'll go down to the kitchen and
I'll fix something.  It's too early to expect Mrs. Ryan here yet.

Michael recovered far earlier that the Campus Security had predicted; he
had lots of coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs and bacon.  We went back
to the room, slept a few more hours and I woke him up by doing the same
thing he had done to me. (His dick had recovered rapidly, too.  Finally I
felt satisfied.)

Michael even made his Tuesday classes, one at 2:00 and one at 3:15 PM.

The Asst. Dean of Men, Clinton Jones, called me and said Campus Security,
in their daily report, had mentioned turning over Michael Allen to me and
related the circumstances.  I told Clinton that Michael had an appointment
with Security tomorrow afternoon; I didn't want him to get into trouble so
I was going to go with him.  Clinton responded that I didn't need to
attend; he would be at the meeting and see that everything went well.  I
told Clinton that Michael had told me he didn't have that much to drink but
he had been taking an over-the-counter sinus medication and evidently had a
reaction to drinking while taking the medicine.

That sounds valid to me, Jere.  How do you like Michael?

Very much, he is a nice young man.

I suppose you have gotten into his pants by now?

Not until last night.

I thought you were a fast operator.

I wasn't too sure that he was gay.




I should have told you.  I decided he was about a month after school
started.  I ran an errand to the Science Building one morning and stopped
to take a leak before returning to the office.

Michael was at a urinal, but not producing a stream.  He had his hand on
his cock, so I stood next to him and let mine flow without holding it.  He
looked over and immediately erected.  I gave mine a good shake and a few
strokes and left while he was still standing at the urinal. His erection
was still in his hand, and he was still not pissing.  His buttocks were
jammed forward though and I felt for sure he was all ready to start jacking
his meat.

Chapter 3 - I thought I had lost Morgan.

Tuesday evening, Morgan walked into the room.  I asked him to shut the
door.

Something wrong, Jere?

No, I have something to tell you.

We sat next to each other on the sofa, me resting my back on one arm and
him leaning against the other arm so we could look at each other, and I
told him about Michael.

Well, what the fuck do you want me to do about it; go out and screw some
blonde in a red convertible so we can start on an even playing field and
then keep score after that?  Why don't you tell me how we'll determine the
winner?

Morgan, you are making this hard for me.

No, Jere, Michael made it hard for you last night.  If your feel guilty
hurts why don't you just confess to your priest that you sucked a cock last
night and are getting fucked in the ass at least three times a week by a
stud with an 8-inch cock?

OK!  OK!  I'll try to answer you.  When you confess to a priest you are
really confessing to God, through the priest, and asking God for his
forgiveness.  I don't feel I offended God.  He made me a homosexual, or at
least made me one through my genes.  I have been gay since the day I first
discovered boys had penises and girls didn't.
  I don't think I need ask God to forgive me for being gay.  If he is all
knowing, all merciful and all forgiving he understands without my telling a
priest.  That doesn't mean I don't go to confession and ask God's
forgiveness for other sins.

You know, Jere, for a guy having a Masters' Degree from Harvard, you are
really one dumb shit.

Thanks, that is exactly the response I needed.

You don't even know what your problem is.  Well, I'll tell you what your
problem is.  You're in love with me.  That's your problem.




I know it, Mrs. Ryan knows it and even Gare knows it.  Gare told me he knew
because your eyes sparkle when you look at me.  Mrs. Ryan told me she knew
because when you talk to me you have a different, kinder, gentler voice
than when you talk to anyone else.

I also know you're in love with me because of the way you react to me when
we are coupling sexually. Besides being in love with me your hotter for me
than any bitch I've ever fucked around with.

Maybe I should buy myself a red convertible.

Now that's funny and it would be an improvement over those ancient age
Buicks and It would be more fitting for a hot bitch to cruise around the
campus looking for young dudes to suck on.

I don't do that.  No, but you'd like to if you thought you could find one.
You cocksuckers need dick just like babies need pacifiers. (He was close to
the truth on that remark.  Nothing was more comforting to me than sucking a
cock.)  I turned my head away so he wouldn't notice because I knew I was
about to cry, but he noticed anyway.  He moved closer to me and with one
hand pulled my head back so I was looking at him.  Oh God, Jere, what am I
doing?  I started out teasing you and now it has gone too far.  Forgive me.
That was mean of me.  Now I realize you were confessing to me because you
were asking me to forgive you.  Believe me, I have.  And all the while your
loving me has turned into being in love with me, the same thing has been
happening to me.

That's nice of you to say, even though I know you can't really mean it.

Oh but I do.  You helped me clean and paint my house, wouldn't take rent
because you knew I was tight at the moment. You had Mrs. Ryan feeding
Andrew and me breakfast, packing my lunches and feeding Andrew lunch,
eating supper here with you or taking us out to eat.  Taking Andrew to the
park, playing baseball, shooting hoops with him, taking him to the ranch
and teaching him how to ride a horse, helping him with his homework.  In
short, Jere, you have made a better home for us than we ever had before.
You have opened my eyes to the difference between love and being in love
and the difference in having sex and needing sex because you're in love.
You have made me see what loving another person really means.  I just now
realized that I'm also jealous of you.

It won't work, Morgan.  It would be a dream come true for me; for you I
don't think it would last.

Why not?

Because, I'm older than you.



That's a lame brain thought.  Some men like older women. Just say I like
older men.  Besides you're not quite two years older than I am.  That's
negligible.

He reached into his pocket and his hand came out holding something, which
he grabbed my hand and deposited it into. It was his high school class ring
attached to a gold chain.

Jere, the reason I came over here in the first place was to give this to
you and to ask you to wear it until I could buy you a ring.  To be honest,
I am not yet ready to "come out", as you gays call it, or enter into a gay
marriage, but the way things are going I wouldn't say it might not happen
down the road.  For now, if you agree to wear it, I want it to signify that
we have entered into a serious, intimate, long-range friendship.

I dipped my head and he caught the meaning of my gesture, slipped the chain
around my neck and kissed me.

That kiss is the only intimacy you're going to get until we go tell Gare
what has happened and I get you between the sheets.

You mean you're going to tell Gare?

I already have in a way.  Remember the day we found out our mom split on us
and I told you Gare said we were all alone now and I responded that we
weren't really alone because we had you as a brother and you loved us?
Well, before I came over here to your room I told him that I was going to
ask you to become more than a brother.  He asked me what I meant and I told
him that you would be sort of an extra close brother, so extra, so close
that you and I would be sleeping together.  I know he got my meaning.

What did he say?

First he asked if it meant you would take him to the ranch more often and
second he wanted to know if we were going to sleep in your room tonight, or
mine?

We had a few drinks to celebrate.  Morgan made Gare turn off the TV in his
room and go to bed.  We slept in Morgan's room.  It was quiet for a while
until Morgan got up and checked to see if Gare was asleep.  We whispered,
fondled, kissed and Morgan pushed my head down, as he raised one leg, and
told me to suck him. Too, my mind kept wandering over how wonderful it
would be to have this man with me in bed every night.  A male lover
sleeping with me every night was more than I had ever dared to hope for -
especially Morgan - even on the nights that there would be no coupling.

After Morgan checked on Gare and was assured that he was asleep, he opened
the night table drawer, found the KY, lubed himself and me, turned off the
bedside lamp and in the dark, still night of a small, college town in
Kansas, Morgan pushed my legs up and took me in just the same way as he
would take a woman.  He left no doubt that he was staking his claim to me,
just as he had let me stake my claim to him while I was sucking on his big
cock. He was in need and his enjoyment was obvious.




When he climaxed I could feel his cock throbbing and his hot ball juice
spurting out.  The amount of juice his spasms poured into me were as though
he hadn't had sex for a month but I knew he had given me a big load only
three days ago.

(He had said he didn't want a gay marriage.  He fucked like he both wanted
and needed one, he wasn't what could be called macho, but he was very
masculine.  I guess he just needed time for the rest of him to catch up
with his 8-inch cock and his gonads.)  I hoped so.

Afterwards, dozing side by side, Morgan said: Jere, I want you to know this
means no more Michael.

I understand.  I won't need him again.

It also means no more women for me.  But, I'm not against sex with other
guys if we do it together.  Are you all right with that idea?

Yes, but if any of them get ideas about you, that is the end of it.  OK?

Yes.

He turned onto his side, threw one arm over my rib cage and one leg over my
pelvis and went to sleep.  I stayed awake for several hours thinking of
what had happened this evening, how I loved Morgan, how our first time
having sex in the dark revealed how intimately I knew his body whether I
could see it or not.  Finally, I fell asleep and had the most peaceful rest
I had ever had in my life.  The only times I was aware of anything was when
I shifted my sleeping position it would cause his hand to start exploring
to determine just were I was.

Since college classes had resumed, Morgan only worked for Little John on
the weekends - Saturdays on the job and Sundays helping Little John with
paper work on job change orders, reports, material orders, that sort of
thing.  But he did have classes to attend.  Anyway, I woke up quite early
and was surprised to see Morgan, looking at me, his head resting on one
arm.

Baby, I've got to hit the shower.  I've been waiting for you to wake up.

Why?

I need you.

Already?

Yea, but just for a quick jack off before I go to class.  I do it every
morning but, from now on, I want you to do it for me.




He lubed himself and I started masturbating him - a more erotic, exciting
experience than I could ever have imagined.  It was the first time I had
ever masturbated another man.  Before he climaxed his reared up until his
butt was clear of the bed.  I knew when his cock was going to erupt and,
still stroking, I put my mouth over it to catch its morning gift. Things
seemed to progress from there; he was soon having me shower with him, hand
him a towel, get his underwear out of his dresser.

Then, one day he asked if I would mind doing his and Andrew's laundry. I
was totally in love with Morgan and I didn't question anything he did or
asked me to do.

Maybe he liked to be a user and maybe I liked to be used.  It didn't
matter, nothing mattered as long as he slept each night with an arm and a
leg pinning me to the bed, as long as he used my body for his sexual
gratification, as long as he contented me by offering me his cock to suck,
to jack off and to enter my body with.

To take him to the country club on a Saturday night for a late dinner, to
drink with him at the bar before dinner, to sit with him in the dining
room, to watch the older, married women and their teenage daughters all
stare at Morgan and I talking together and to have them come over to
introduce themselves to us on their way out was worth a million fortunes.
Both the mothers and the daughters were so excited and so obvious. Their
intentions and their desires could not have been clearer if they had
spotted the front of their dresses.  They had no way of knowing how big his
cock was, but that didn't matter.  They didn't care if it was 12 inches or
3 inches they just lusted for it.  They envisioned Morgan kissing them,
fondling their breasts, eating their pussies and fucking them until they
screamed.  He was one handsome stud!  But he was mine.

One Saturday night at the country club, while eating supper, the band was
playing their regular program of slow tempo music and a few older couples
were dancing together, mixed with even fewer young couples.

All of a sudden and untypical of them, the band switched to a really hot,
fast tempo, currently popular number.  The older couples slowly walked off
the floor leaving about three young couples dancing.

Out of the blue, Morgan grabs my hand and pulls me onto the floor. He was
wild, throwing me out, pulling me back, putting his arm around my waist,
really showing off and really good at what he was doing. The other couples
stopped dancing to watch and everyone was applauding us.  At one point I
about shit my pants - he did a Michael Jackson gesture and grabbed his
package through his pants as he threw me away from him and looked right
into my eyes.

The next number was slow.  Little John and Carrie (now showing a little)
and Little John's parents all came out onto the floor and we formed sort of
a group, all moving together, holding hands.  I was glad they did this as
it erased a little of the shock effect from Morgan's performance by giving
it a stamp of approval.

When Morgan and I returned to our table, I asked him what had possessed
him?
  He said he suddenly had the urge to dance.




Then he added that since the two of us seemed to be one of the main
attractions at the club, what with everyone wondering what was between us,
he just thought he would give them a little more to wonder about and,
besides, he just wanted to dance with me because he loved me.  (Was this
the same guy who told me he wasn't ready to "come out - as we gays called
it"?)  Maybe he didn't realize he had just done a pretty good job of outing
us both in the middle of a dance floor with a spotlight shining on us.  But
then, I could never anticipate what Morgan would do next - and this just
made me love him all the more.

After we danced together, Little John, Carrie and Little John's parents
retired to the bar with Morgan and me.

The bar was crowded and the waitresses were really rushed, so Little John
and I went up to the bar to place drink orders for the group.

Holy shit, Jere, what's up with you and Morgan?  When he grabbled his
crotch dancing with you I damn near shot my load.

And I bet every old woman and young girl watching had an organism.

Are you two getting it on?

I unbuttoned a few top buttons of my shirt, looked around to be sure nobody
was watching, and quickly flashed Morgan's ring at him.

That's his class ring isn't it?  You lucky bastard, you two are getting it
on together, aren't you?

I didn't answer but nodded my head to signal the affirmative.

Tell me about it and I mean all the hot, sexy details.

Later. Tell the bartender what we want Little John.  I'll pay.


(The above is really the end of this Chapter but I want to briefly describe
the guy in the second room with the mirror.  He does not enter into the
story like Michael, because he was such an ass, even though I did like to
watch him through the bathroom mirror.  He was actually very good looking,
had a medium sized cock and when he squeezed his meat his cock head became
large and shiny and looked quite red.  Anyway, once or twice a week he
would relieve himself by getting up on the bathroom counter, kneeling on
it, touching his cock to the mirror, touching his lips to the mirror and
flogging his dick like crazy until he shot his wad all over the mirror,
which he would then lick clean.  I didn't think he was as weird as much as
I began to think that he was too much in love with himself to accept
another person into his sex life - or something like that!

More to follow.