Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 17:53:59 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE URINAL - PART 2

Gees, I can't believe it, here I'm toying with writing another chapter to
this story - something I never intended doing but more guys responded to the
original story than to any story I have written.  If you didn't read the
original story it is in Nifty's Archives under Gay Encounters - I mention
this, as I don't know if I have the smarts to make this a stand-alone story
and have it make sense.

So, let's get started.  I'm going to turn the room light out, drop my pants
and play with my cock as I write; hope you horned up jocks do the same thing
when you read it.  Haven't had too much experience with poppers but would
sure like to sniff some right now - they make me feel like I'm flying,
especially when I'm sucking on some dude's cock and about to get him to
shoot his load.  Wonder if they'd make my story fly, too?

The restaurant was busier than I imagined a restaurant could be between the
hours of Midnight and 8:AM, which were the hours that I worked.  By the way,
I got promoted to waiter instead of being a bus boy. At midnight, people
came in from the movie theaters.  Around 2 AM bars were kicking guys out
because they had to close and the guys drifted in here.  Then by 5 AM the
early morning, breakfast crowd started.  Some people ate breakfast early as
commutes could be horrendous in LA - it was over a hundred miles between the
North and South edges of the metro area.

One morning around 3:30, which was a slack time, a waitress and I were
sitting at the counter having a piece of pie and drinking coffee.  She
handed me a paper someone had left and said there was an apartment for rent
ad that I might be interested in.  The ad was for a 2 room apartment with a
shared bath down the hall - I guessed it was probably an old hotel but I was
interested as it just couldn't be as bad as the converted garage I lived in.

I took the bus, got off at a corner stop for the block where the address was
located.  The street number turned out to be an Adult Book Store and Video
Arcade called "Dreamland".  I thought the address was a misprint and went in
to see if the clerk could clue me on where it might be.  The clerk's name
was John; he told me there was no mistake, the apartment was upstairs.  He
hollered to someone in the next room to take over the cash register and went
upstairs with me.  There were 5 units all with two, large rooms each - a
combination kitchen and dining room plus a combination living and sleeping
room.  It wasn't too bad.  The bed was a single bed with a fitted, corduroy
cover and pillows.  The shared bath was clean and had both a walk- in-shower
and tub.  There were 2 toilets in separate rooms opening off the hall on
each side of the bath.  John explained all the tenants were men and he saw
me gulp when he quoted the price, but I knew everything in the way of
apartments was priced higher than a whore's skirt when she was selling her
ass on the street.

John said he could reduce the rent substantially if I wanted to work. I told
him I was only 18, and didn't think that, legally, I could work in Dreamland
if that's what he had in mind.

He took me back downstairs, and we walked around to the alley where there
was a back door.  He opened it with a key, showed me there was a panic bar
on the inside - no need to have a key to exit.  We were in an old, but quite
nice, tiled bathroom with a shower in the tub, washbasin and toilet.  He
told me the only other door in the bath opened into a booth in the arcade -
an extreme rear, corner booth.

John says, "What's your name kid?"

"Joey, it's a nickname for Joe!"

"I know that, Joey; OK, here is what I want to explain to you.  You need a
key to enter this room; you don't need a key to exit.  Pointing to the door
leading to the booth, he said pull on that door and it opens, push on the
other side and it opens - it has a roller type of catch to keep it closed.
It is the only way into that room."  John opened the door and we were into a
3ft. wide by 5ft. long booth, painted black with a 4 inch circular hole in
the far wall, just the right height for a man to stick either his cock or
his whole genital package through.

"Joey, do you know what this room is."  In all honesty, I didn't but at the
same time I knew what the hole was for because it was just like a hole in a
toilet partition.  "Not really, you better tell me, is this where I'd work?"

"It is.  On the other side of that hole is an identical booth with a TV
monitor that shows porno films when money is put into a slot below the
monitor.  The booth opens into the hall in the arcade. Guys come in here,
select a gay or straight video, whip out their meat and jack off.  They come
here to get off. I want you to help them shoot a load - you see, a lot of
them like their cocks sucked while they watch the videos.  So let's get out
of here and go down to the corner convenience store and grab a cup of
coffee."

We took our coffees outside and sat on the curb on the side street.

"John, I guess you want me to be a sort of an in-house cocksucker."

"You're a bright kid, Joey.  Have you ever sucked cock before?"  I told him
about the toilet in the library park, which was wasn't too far from the
arcade. How I loved sucking cock and the fact that I was gay.

"Shit, you sound like what I've been looking for.  What hours can you work?
I'd like you to be in the booth between 4:30 and 6:30 PM - the start and
finish of the rush hour for commuters on their way home."  I told him those
hours were perfect.

"What's your attitude toward sucking cocks?  You might get a glimpse of a
few guys as they come into the booth. The customers tend to leave the doors
open, so you might even get a fairly good look.

What I'm trying to say is that, for the most part, though, the cocks are
anonymous.  And they're all sizes - some not too exciting.

In 2 hours I'd expect you to suck a lot of cock, possibly as many as 10 or
12.  What about it, can you handle that?"

"Sure."

"Don't give me any crap Joey or I'll toss you out in a minute."

"I'm not.  At the park I had a lot of regular customers.  I'm a good
cocksucker and I swallow."

"No, Joey, no. I don't want you to swallow.  I don't have a right to expect
that.  Regulars are great, though, if you can develop them - they are good
for business.

Back to swallowing, surely you know when a guy's about to shoot. Just wrap
your hand around his shaft and jack him off.  I don't know what everyone
likes, but, personally, I don't like a thumb on the bottom and one or two
fingers on top my shaft when I'm being jacked.  I like to be masturbated
with a hand wrapped around my shaft."

"Let's wind this up, Joey.  I want to tell you that between every two booths
there is a glory hole.  But during the rush hour the customers wanting
sucked outnumber the customers who suck. I'm going to take you back down the
alley and let you in the bathroom; later on I'll give you a key.  After
you've sucked two cocks, just leave and come around to the front door.

I waited, kneeling in front of the glory hole, until the door opened and
some guy came in.  I got just a long enough look to know it was John because
the partitions between the booths and the corridor didn't go clear to the
ceiling so there was some light.  John looked through the hole, unzipped his
pants and pulled out his flaccid, cut cock along with his balls. I started
on his unshaven balls, not my favorite kind, as you tend to get pubic hairs
in your mouth and they're a bitch to get rid of.  By the time I got to his
cock it was no longer flaccid - it was at least 7 inches of erected, cut
cock.  I sucked him to climax.

John flipped and wiped off the small amount of cum that remained on his
cockhead, zipped up and left.  Almost immediately the door opened again.  As
John had explained the cock was anonymous, but, I must tell you, it was, for
damn sure, not small. It was 8-1/2", already hard and shoved through the
hole without the balls.  It was high on my list of my favorite types of
cocks and I threw myself wholeheartedly into giving the guy a good head job.

Back at the cashier's stand, John introduced his father.  He said his father
was John, too, but the customers referred to his dad as Caddie because he
drove a Cadillac and they called him Little John. He asked me to move in and
start working at 4:30.

Caddie took me to my digs and helped me load stuff up.  The landlord saw us
and came out wanting to know what going on.  Caddie asked me when I'd paid
the rent and I told him on first day of the month (a week ago).

Caddie asks the landlord if he didn't think he should refund three weeks
rent to me.  The landlord was furious.

"Hell no!  He didn't give me 2 weeks notice."

"Too fucking bad.  Did you give him 2 weeks notice when you wanted him to
give you head?  Joey says there was no written agreement.  Do you want to
see us in small claims court to settle this?"

The now ex-landlord went back into the house and returned with three-fourths
of the month's rent money I had paid him.

On the way back, in the car, Caddie said, "Joey, I don't know what Little
John arranged with you, but if you work 2 hours a day, Monday through
Friday, the rent is free."  You give terrific head!"  I knew, then, Caddie
was the guy with the big cock.

"Oh, and if you want to shit, shave, shower and shampoo in that first floor
bathroom it's OK.  It is a leftover from before I bought the property and
from a different building usage. And, another thing, you don't have to suck
any guy's dick you don't want to suck.  Some guys frequent the place that no
one in their right mind would suck; they smell and their cocks stink.  You
just use your own, good judgment.  Then, too, once in a while some guy will
want to suck you - that's up to you.  Then some guys might try to get you to
stick you cock in the hole and they'll try to stick it up their ass.  Don't
let them unless you've got a condom and like that stuff.  As for me I'm a
cock man."

That afternoon at 4:30 when I went into the bathroom and on in to my very
own, private, cocksucker's booth I thought about what Caddie had told me and
I was glad that he had because it made me feel a little more easy about the
job.  The longer I stayed the more my eyes became accustomed to the
semi-darkness. And, the light from the TV monitor provided even better
illumination when a guy came in and put in money to make it work.

To jump ahead of the story, I'll tell you guys now, in case you've never
been in an adult video arcade, all the potential tricks go through a
routine, much the same, but a little different, than the guys at the urinal
in the library park.  After the screen comes to life, they flip through the
channels to find what is going to turn them on, like two lesbos, two guys, a
guy fucking a cunt, a guy getting a blow job from a gal, a guy eating a
pussy (why do they call it sucking cock but eating pussy?  If anybody knows
I wish they'd tell me).  The reason I know what was on the screen is because
sometimes after a guy shot his load he'd just zip back up and leave,
eventhough the video was still running and I'd squirm around so I could
watch it though the glory hole.

Shit, I'm getting way off track.  Anyway, once a guy settled on a video that
would turn him on he'd unzip, flip out his cock and start stroking.  After a
few minutes, he'd look at the hole and see my eye or my finger, which was a
signal for him to stick his cock into the hole if he wanted a blowjob.
Unless you're too fucking young to be reading this story, you know what
happens next.  He sticks either a soft cock through the hole to be sucked
up, or a hard one to be brought to climax and, usually, as quickly as
possible, because he's been jacking and climax is almost urgent for him.

After I'd tossed off a few cocks, a guy doesn't bother to shut the door when
he leaves. Holy shit, I couldn't believe the number of men milling around in
the corridor.  That really turned me on - here I was 18 and a dumb kid from
Wyoming who had come to California because I was gay and here I am - an
in-house cocksucker in an adult porno arcade.  And, there were a ton of men
in the same building, all hot, all waiting for a booth to become empty, some
single guys, no doubt, but a lot of them probably married, too - the only
common denominator was they all had hot nuts and needed to shoot a wad and
shoot it before they left and walked out the door to the street.  The next
guy that shoved his cock through my hole got his dick sucked off with an
enthusiasm he'd probably never experienced before.

Then it happened.  I looked at my wristwatch and it was the end of my shift,
but the door to the adjacent booth was open to the corridor and I saw this
guy standing in the hallway.  Holy fuck but he was a looker.  Young - real
young - like a college student.  I looked him over from head to foot.  He
was clean cut, had a crew hair cut, fair skin, blue eyes and was wearing
blue jeans, a dress shirt without tie and a grey sports coat.  His shoes
were dark blue sneakers that were both long and narrow.  For that dude, I'd
work overtime.

I was almost praying that he'd come into the booth.  Then he left, and just
as I was about to give up, he comes back and walks directly into the booth.
He selected a foreign film (In the film, a guy comes up out of a subway exit
and walks down a narrow, side street.  A lot of guys are standing against a
wall ogling him and one guy even flips his dick at him.)  At that point, the
young dude in the booth bends down, looks through the hole, unzips and
offers me his cock.

When he did that, and I saw his beautiful, young manhood, I instantaneously
realized that, despite the somewhat sordid surroundings, despite the large
number of men milling around all perverted to some degree, the very fact
that this beautiful, young man was taking the most private part of his
anatomy out of his pants and was showing it to me was an unspoken, yet
beautiful form of communication men had between themselves.  The guy was
telling me he wanted to have sex with me.  I found it a very intimate thing.

There was no mistaking his unspoken message.  He wanted oral sex.  He was
offering his sexual organ to me to be taken into my mouth so I would suck on
it and bring him to that most excruciating of male experiences - sexual
climax.


Right after he took it out, I watched though the glory hole as he took a
thumb and a finger and pulled his foreskin back over his cockhead.  His cock
was about 5" long and on the thin side with a really nice head.  I had seen
much bigger ones but, for some reason, his excited me like I had never been
excited before over the thought that I would soon have it in my mouth.  I
was almost shaking with anticipation.  The guy was so young, so handsome and
his cock seemed somehow perfect for his slender body.  I no sooner got
started than I realized that for the first time I was not merely sucking a
cock, I honestly felt as though I was making love to it.  Before I made him
cum, I had decided I wanted to swallow his love juice.  After I did, I held
it in my mouth, until he pulled it back out.

I put my mouth near the hole and said, "Thank you, very much."  He leaned
down and said, "What did you say?"

I repeated what I had said and he replied, "That's the first time anyone has
said that to me.  Why did you say that?"

"Because you are so nice and I enjoyed it so much."

He got on one knee and looked through the hole.  "Damn, you're just a kid.
How old are you?"

"18.  How old are you?"

"21.  Where do you live?"

"Upstairs. Apartment No. 5, at the front of the building."

"When are you going home?"

"Right away."

"Can I pop down to the corner and buy a 6-pack and come up."

"Sure, the door to the stair is unlocked this time of night."

I fucking near ran around to the front and managed to see him entering the
convenience store across the street at the end of the block.  I was excited
again, yet fearing he might not have meant what he said.  I left the door to
the apartment open and within minutes he stuck his head in and said "Hi."

I thought he might feel a little awkward with the situation, so I said, "My
name's Joey, we didn't tell each other downstairs, what's yours?"

"Bryan."  He opened a couple of beers and we sat beside each other on the
edge of the bed.  Then I was the one that felt awkward - I began shaking
again.  Bryan asked me what was wrong, was I sick?

"No, just nervous."

"Do I make you that way, are you afraid of me?"

"No, believe me.  I'm just hoping so much that you'll like me."

"That's crazy, why wouldn't I like you, I even asked where you lived, didn't
I?"

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm a cheap little cocksucker or something."

"Joey, I'm not going to be judgmental.  And, you know what I think, I think
you want me to like you."

"I do."  He saw that I was on the verge of tears and told me to put my beer
on the coffee table and after he's parked his, he reached over and pulled me
over, my face next to his and hugged me without saying anything. \

Then he pushed me back a little and kissed me on the mouth.  We talked for a
while, small talk about where we were from, did I like to go to the beach
and I found that I had guessed right - he was a college student.  Then, to
my surprise, he told me to show him my cock.  I pulled it out and it was
already hard.  He reached over, took off my pants and let them drop to the
floor, then pulled down my jockeys.

"My God, Joey, you're a lot bigger than I am down there, you've very well
developed for a teenager.  Lie down on the bed with your legs hanging over
the edge.  Without any hesitation, he went down on me.  I was so surprised
and got so excited that I didn't last long - he swallowed my cum and, like I
had done, held my cock in his mouth for quite some time.

"There, Joey.  Now you know you're not the only cocksucker in the world."
He got on the bed beside me and kissed me over and over.

We went across the street to a chain, hamburger place and ate together.
Then I had go and turn in so I'd get some sleep before work.  All night at
work all I could think of was Bryant.

The next of my memorable experiences was a guy that enters the booth next to
mine at a few seconds before 4:30 and stays for full two hours or until the
end of my shift.  He must have put in a $20.00 bill, as it was a hell of a
long time before he had to put any more in.  He selects a straight film to
watch, so this kinda confuses me, and then he starts undressing.  When he
quit he was completely naked except for sweat socks.  He leans up against
the far corner - the one next to the corridor - and plays with his dick.
When he gets it fully worked up it's a nice 7" and hefty.  His balls are
very substantial in size, too.  Of course I am glued to the glory hole,
watching him, not his video.  I'd never had anyone get naked at the park
toilet and it was totally a new experience for me.  In fact he was the first
adult I'd ever seen naked.  He looked to be around 25 years old, brown hair,
very tall and with a slender but developed body.

He knows I'm watching his every move and every once in a while he walks over
to the hole and puts his hard cock to within a few inches of it.  I try to'
stick my hand and wrist through hoping he'll give me a feel, but each time
he backs off quickly.  The first change in this routine is when he actually
lets me feel it while he reaches over to the little shelf in front of the TV
screen where he'd stashed a bottle of poppers, takes a hit and goes back to
his corner.  His eye contact increases regularly.  The next development is
when he sticks his meat just far enough in that I am able to suck his
cockhead.

The guy's driving me crazy the way he's making me want him, giving me a
little taste and then pulling away.  Finally he sticks the whole thing
through and lets me suck it - but only for a few seconds.  He had me so
mixed up.  I was half way hoping he'd leave and let someone else come in
that wanted a blowjob instead of playing games.  On the other hand, if he
had left, I think I'd have broke down and cried.  The guy had really gotten
to me; he had made me frantic to have his cock in my mouth. It wasn't until
about 6:15 that he decides to let me have it and go all the way on it.

What he did then blew my mind, and it still does every time I think of it.
Instead of sticking it through the glory hole the stud gets the popper
bottle off the shelf, passes it through the hole to me, reaches up to the
top of the partition, gets his foot on the shelf so he can boost himself up
and he eases himself through the space between the top of the partition and
the ceiling, drops down into my booth and gives me a big smile.

He must really like corners, because, again he backs into a corner, sticks
his pelvis out and his cock is rock hard again, sticking 90 degrees out from
his body with his ball sack snuggled up against his body.  Taking a hit from
the brown bottle, he say's only one word to me - "Now."

Only too willing to oblige and being horny as hell from watching him for so
long, I knelt in front of him, wrapped my mouth around his big, swollen
penis and began to orally masturbate him. It was worth my waiting for it,
worth all of his teasing. If he hadn't given it to me, I'd have needed to
jack off in the bathroom before I went upstairs. As it was my dick required
only two or three strokes to make it shoot all over the floor - it was a
good thing I had it out of my pants during the whole time they guy was
fucking with my mind.

Maybe now is as good a time as any to mention that Caddie and I became good
friends; he was almost like a grandfather to me and never, after the first
time, asked me to suck him off again.  Little John, on the other hand,
wanted me to give him a blowjob every now and then but I never sucked his
hairy balls after that first time.  Caddie even started dropping into my
apartment around the noon hour, visiting and sometimes treating me to lunch.

The arcade was like a tomb early Sunday mornings, so I usually dropped in
right after I got off the bus because Caddie had cashier duty'

One Sunday this dude drops in and he was really eye candy.  He visited with
Caddie for a while; they seemed to know each other.  Then he a headed for
the booth closest to the cashier's stand and Caddie gave me the nod to
follow him as he knew I fancied the guy and there was little chance of a cop
coming in this time of day.  Like the guy who wouldn't give it to me until
he climbed over the partition, this guy, whose name I ultimately found out
was Lance, also drove me to distraction.  He always watched straight videos
while slowly masturbating himself.  This same routine went on for a month
and I was about to give up and would have except that I really liked the
guy's looks and he pulled a good sized dick out of his fly to jack on.

Then, after a month of Sundays, it happened.  As always, I kept my eye glued
to the hole watching him but this time, he looked down to see if I was there
- shit, he'd known for a month I was there and I began to figure he was one
of those guys that just liked to be watched while he was jacking.  Then, to
my surprise he sticks his big, hard fuck tool through the hole. I'd never
seen a cock more ready to be sucked.  So guess what I did? - Right! - I
sucked it and I mean I sucked it good.  I really didn't give a damn if I was
pleasuring him, or not, because this was one time I'd earned the right to
pleasure myself.  My saliva began to drool out the corners of my mouth
eventually because I was going up and down on his shaft as fast as I could.
It hadn't even crossed my mind whether I would or wouldn't swallow his load
but his ejaculation happened very fast and I swallowed.

He became the first guy I'd given head to at Dreamland that bent down and,
nodded thanks before he zipped up and left the booth.  I left immediately
after he did.  Caddie was all smiles and said, "You got the fucker this
time, didn't you?"

"How do you know?"

"Because Lance bombed out looking as guilty as if his father had just caught
him fucking his sister and you came out all smiles.  What else could I
assume?

"Do you thing he'll ever come back?"'

"My guess is that he will.  I think you just convinced him that he's a homo.
  It might take him a while to get used to the idea but he'll be back."
Well, it took Lance one week, to the day, for him to decide that he was
homosexual, or maybe his cock decided for him."

I told Caddie he was hard to figure out - he always watched straight, fuck
movies and could climax over them, and then today he offered me his dick
through the hole.

"Well, Joey, that's not unheard of.  Some guys are gay but don't want to
admit it.  When they're watching a video with both men and women, you can
bet your ass their eyes are on the cocks not the pussies.

The next Sunday, after exchanging a few words with Caddie, Lance gave me a
nod, went to his usual booth, left the door open about 6", stood with his
hand on the knob and beckoned me in.

I was no sooner in the booth, even before he put in money to start the
video, when he asks me, "Does it make you hard when you suck me?"  I knew
right then that he was just like a little boy in his first tentative
exploration into the world cocks - he was still practically in the "You show
me yours and I'll show you mine" stage.

"I erect just thinking of sucking you, just seeing your cock. I don't even
need to have it in my mouth."

"Can you take your pants off while you suck me?  I'd like to see your cock
while you're doing it."

"Sure, are you hard now?"

"God yes, I've been hard all week."

Right after he put money in and selected a video, I reached over, unbuckled
his pants, unzipped his fly, pulled down his boxers and told him to step out
of his pants.  Then I asked him to do the same to me.  Next, I reached over
and changed the video channel to a guy getting a blowjob.

Damn he wasn't kidding. His cock was as big or bigger than last Sunday only
sort of swollen now; in fact it looked like it was painful.  I wondered if I
had time to go down on it before he unloaded. I got on my knees and decided
I should be really tender with him this time.  I got my mouth real wet,
swallowed his cock deep inside and just held it there before, with mouth
fully open, I began to slide slowly up and down his thick shaft. I just
knew, before I even had it in my mouth that he was going to shoot quickly.
And, if he had told me the truth that he had an erection the whole week,
which I assumed indicated he hadn't shot his gun off all week, he'd cum like
there was no tomorrow.

I was about right; he had an almost violent ejaculation.  I always stop
sucking when a guy is shooting - letting him enjoy his cum.  When his dick
stopped jerking and settled down, I got up, kissed him with an open mouth
kiss, grabbed his right hand and wrapped it around my cock.  He got the idea
and immediately and started masturbating me.  At this point, I really needed
it.  Even after I climaxed he continued jerking on me and got his hand very
sticky.  I pulled his hand to my mouth and licked it.  He pulled it away,
put it to his mouth and licked it, too.

So it had taken me one month to get to Lance and only one week for him to
give it to me again.  Then, for the next two months we had communion
together, every Sunday morning, in the Dreamland arcade.  To my sorrow,
things stopped much more suddenly than they had started.


Who knows what happened.  He'd gotten himself ass fucked and had a new sex
partner - he'd left town - the possibilities were endless, so after two
weeks I decided not to think about it anymore.

I had wised up a lot since being in the South Bay.  A cocksucker was just
that, nothing more, a way for a guy to get a quickie, get his rocks off and
leave without further obligation - no trip to the altar, no children, no
divorce, no child support payments - nothing - absolutely zero.  But, I
could accept that.  I liked sucking cocks; my reward was just sucking them
and making them shoot.  It was a fact of life for a queer teen and I fully
understood.

I had just gotten over my one-way, love affair with Lance than something
else began.

One Saturday morning at work, just a few minutes after midnight, Bryan walks
in and sits down at the counter.  I was surprised that he'd even remembered
where I'd told him I worked.

"Joey, can you take a break?"

"Not really, I just started my shift fifteen minutes ago."

"Well, ask someone.  So, I asked the head waitress and she told me ten
minutes, no longer."

We went out the side door, which opened to the parking area and sat in his
car.  The first thing he did was plant a kiss on me which I figured would
happen, thinking he was probably horned up."

"Joey, you might not believe me, but I've missed you."

"Well, you know both places where I work and where I live."

"I deserve that, but please, just listen, OK? I really fell for you that
night in your apartment, but, at the same time, I felt I didn't have
anything to offer you except sex."

I interrupted him to say "Just you would been enough."

"It would have been for me Joey, but I didn't really know about you and I
wanted to be able to offer you more.  Well last week, I graduated.  I can't
find the job I really want right now but, today I've been hired full time at
the place I worked part time while I was in college."

Again, I interrupted to congratulate him on his graduation and to tell him I
was happy for him.

"Joey, can I move in with you and pay the rent and help with the groceries
and other expenses?"

"Why?"

"I'd like to see you get out of that job at the arcade.  You're too young
and too nice a boy to be in your knees having to suck every cock that's
jammed through that hole in the wall.  Most of all, Joey, I've thought about
it and thought about it and I want to tell you that I love you.

"Well, you're the first one that ever has if you're telling me the truth?"

"Joey, I swear to God that I am.  I had to think about it because I thought
it was impossible for a man to love another man.  But, I know now that it is
possible because I love you."

"I'd like that but I'm a little afraid."

"Joey, for some reason I've never understood, you've been a little afraid,
or a little leery, of me since the first minute I walked into your
apartment."

"I guess I used the wrong word.  I'm not afraid.  It just seems that you're
too good to be true.  I can't believe you'd really like someone like me."

"Joey, I don't believe you.  I think your problem is that you suffer from
low self-esteem.  Just say "yes" and I'll help you raise your self-esteem."

"I've gotta get back in or they're going to hang me by my balls."

"Well neither of us wants that to happen.  I go to work at 6 in the morning,
a lot of contractors come in for stuff early, and I get off at 3 in the
afternoon.  Please be home and I'll come by about 3:30.  OK?"

"Sure."

He pulled me over and kissed me again, the kind of kiss, as the old saying
goes, that makes your socks drop.

Bryan knocked on the door at the exact time he said he would; he kissed me
and said, "Lets to the beach."  This took me completely by surprise. I
thought he'd start taking about moving in again, or more probably, want to
get into sex right away.

"I don't have a swimsuit."

"We can buy one on the way."

Because of the time, people were loading their cars (those illegally parked
on the side of the road) and other cars were exiting from the on-beach
parking areas.  Bryan pulled into the tollbooth and we drove right down to a
parking space near the ocean and changed into our bathing suits in the car.
He opened his car trunk, remarked we didn't need the umbrella, but hauled
out two beach chairs, towels and a Styrofoam cooler.

We found a spot that was not too overcrowded and staked our claim.  The
cooler had beer in it and we stayed there until the sun sank into the
Pacific - a sunset that filled the sky with fiery bright orange and pink
light that lasted long after the sun disappeared.  It was the first time I
had been to the beach since I had arrived in California but I didn't mention
that to Bryan.

We ate at one of the nicest restaurants that I'd even been in even though
Bryan described it simply as a place that accepted casual dress.

When we returned to the apartment, he kissed me, slowly began undressing me
and told me to do the same to him.  When finished, we stood there, facing
each other, completely naked.  He looked at me and I looked at him,
realizing this was the first time I had seen him naked.  I remembered what
his cock looked like and I had seen him in a bathing suit at the beach, but
still to see him standing there he was beyond beautiful, beyond what I could
have imagined.  His young, lean, almost hairless body was a perfect picture
of male youth and virility - especially with his erect penis protruding out
from his groin.   I was speechless.

"Oh, Joey, you are so beautiful!"

"You, too.  I love you."  I hadn't meant to say that, it just came out.
Nevertheless it was true.  I suddenly knew that I did love him.  He guided
me to bed, which I had forgotten to make, and we engaged in frottage until
we were both about to cum.  Both wanting and needing the other, we sort of
fell naturally into 69.

Sunday morning, after breakfast, we went downstairs to talk to Caddie.  He
said it was OK for us to live together in the apartment, was sorry I was
quitting and if Bryan bought another single bed to put in the apartment,
he'd rent it to us for $500 per month, which was $100 less than John had
quoted me the day I came to inquire about the ad in the newspaper.

Bryan drove around the area, showing me places I'd never seen being I didn't
have a car and even took me by the place where he worked.  We ended up
buying sandwiches and soft drinks and headed to a nude beach that Bryan knew
of at the Portuguese Bend area on the coast road between Redondo Beach and
San Pedro.

It was quite a walk from the public parking area to the beach and a really
tricky path going down the cliffs to the beach.  Once there it was a
fantastic, isolated, small beach.  It was a little weird at first with
everyone, men and women, being nude.  I told Bryan I thought I'd just leave
my shorts on but he pulled them off of me.

"Bryan, don't!  I'll get a hard on looking at the guys down here and I'll be
embarrassed."

"Well don't look.  Or if you erect, just look at the girls and it'll go back
down."

"Is that what you do?"

"That's what I used to do.  The only erection I'll get today is if I look at
you too long and if that happens, I'll just lie down and close my eyes and
let it go away."

"Guys kept stopping by, introducing themselves, saying they'd never seen us
down here before, where did we live - that sort of stuff.  Except for that,
we spent the time talking.  I told Bryan everything, even about the toilet
in the library park.  Bryan told me his life story and by the time we left
we really knew each other.

Bryan decided to pick me up Monday after he got off work and take me with
him to his apartment to help him move.  But, on the way back to our
apartment, we went by his digs to pick up some stuff that needed washing.
We finished off the rest of the day, until dinnertime, at the laundry down a
few blocks from the Dreamland.

About 9:30 we switched off the TV, went down the hall and showered together.
  In bed we had sex and then Bryan started talking to me.  He wanted me to
take at least 2 college courses every term.  At least it started with his
wanting me to but ended up with his insisting.  Finally, we kissed, I
snuggled up to his back and he slung his arm around me and went to sleep.  I
stayed awake for a while, thinking of all that had happened since Bryan
walked into the restaurant and asked me if I could take a break.

Finally, I had found someone that loved me - not only loved me but wanted to
live with me, eat with me, sleep with me, do laundry with me, take me places
and even was insisting I take college courses - at last I had found someone
who not only loved me but was concerned about me and wanted to take care of
me.  My days of anonymous cocks were over and I was glad.  I enjoyed my days
as a cocksucker, but I could live without them now that I had Bryan.  For
the first time since leaving Wyoming, I felt as though I was living a real
life, not the fantasy that I had when I left home.

In fact, just before I fell asleep I thought that, for the first time since
I'd left Wyoming, I'd write my mom.  I know she's worrying about me.  I'd
been an asshole for not writing, but how does a boy write his mom and say,
"Dear Mom, I'm in the Los Angeles Area.  Don't worry about me because I'm
doing quite well as a cocksucker.  Love, your son, Joey"

Maybe that day I responded to the apartment for rent in the classified ads
and the fact that it turned out to be above an establishment called
"Dreamland" sort of meant something.  It looked like my future was going to
be a far better dreamland than the one I had been living; I loved Bryan.
Someday soon I hope he fucked me.

TO ALL THE READERS WHO E-MAILED ME ABOUT THE FIRST CHAPTER, I WANT TO SAY
THANKS.  I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH IT MEANT TO ME.  LOVE YA ALL.