Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2005 15:35:57 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOE BOB AND HIS 10-INCHES

Joe Bob and I live on adjacent farms outside Lead Hill; in Boone County
Arkansas a few miles south of the Missouri state line.  My name, by the
way, is Billy Ray.

Joe Bob and I are both the oldest child in our families.  He has two
younger sisters and I have three older brothers, one of which still lives
at home.  All of us who are of school age take the same bus to our
consolidated school.  Neither of our families is rich but we are lucky at
that because both our dad's farms have good soil and manage to provide a
sparse though adequate living for us.  Too, strange as it seems, we both
have similar parents.  Our dads are tall, lanky men, as are most men and
boys in the area.  I guess it's a combination of hard work and meager
meals.  Both our dads are forceful, domineering men and our mothers are
quiet and submissive.  Joe Bob and I have talked about it and know our dads
have fucked all their kids over 11, both boys and girls.  They look upon it
as their right and our mothers fear to speak up.  The kids are terrified of
their dads, especially when they're liquored up.

Right out, so you'll know where this story is leading and to get things
straight without any fucking around, in addition to having known Joe Bob
all my life, he's my best friend.  I'm sure he thinks of me as his best
friend, too.

Where the big difference comes in is that I love him.  I love him so much
that some days and some nights, too, he is all I can think about.  Loving
him doesn't bother me.  I realize I can't help it even if I can't explain
it and I think I must be the only boy in the whole world that loves another
boy.

I still haven't explained myself very well.  What I'm trying to tell you is
that I wish he loved me, too, and he'd let me suck his cock and fuck me.
You know, like we could have sex together and make love to each other.  It
was just a guess on my part that sucking cock and sticking cocks up ass
holes was how two boys would have sex.  Maybe just playing with each
other's cocks would be another way.  What I can't tell you is why I love
him.  I don't know why I love Joe Bob.

Well, I guess I really do know a little why.  Even though he's two years
older than I am, we have gym classes together and I've seen him naked.  A
lot of the boys have big cocks.  I guess farm boys tend that way,
especially boys from the Ozarks.  I'm big for my age, too, but no one beats
Joe Bob's ten inches.  Every time I saw it I damn near shot off right in
the shower room.  I love that big cock.  Its size is beyond belief.  I
never knew they could be so big, just as I'd never realized a boy could
love another boy's cock.

Joe Bob's senior year, my sophomore year, in high school got off to a bad
start for Joe Bob.  Early in the school year he got in trouble with a girl
in his class, Mary Ellen.  She had a face like the back of a bus but huge
tits, if that's what turns you on.  They evidently turned Joe Bob on.
Despite being cocky between the legs he had a cocky attitude.  He thought
he was God's gift to the girls and I can just imagine that he reasoned some
broad like Mary Ellen would cream at being offered his ten inches.  A lot
of girls probably would have, but Mary Ellen didn't.  She went so far but
when it came right down to taking his ten inches up her cunt, while being
pushed up against a tree in the woods behind the school, she wouldn't do
it, despite her reputation for putting out.  Most, if not all the boys in
school, had foreskins.  I guess Joe Bob got a hard on, took it out of his
pants, showed it to Mary Ellen, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties
and she watched as Job Bob skinned his foreskin back exposing the big, pink
cockhead that capped his huge cock.  At that point, she shoved him onto the
ground and ran back toward the school.

The end result was that Mary Ellen's dad got an attorney; Joe Bob wasn't
formally charged with anything after the Sheriff got everyone calmed down
but the sheriff gave him a restraining order to not get closer than fifty
feet to Mary Ellen and never attempt to speak to her.  They had one class
together so Mary Ellen sat on the front row and Joe Bob sat on the back
row.  With his dad, Joe Bob was in deep, deep shit.  Joe Bob told me it was
deeper shit than he was in with the Sheriff.

Mary Ellen's bad luck, from my point of view, and Joe Bob's bad luck turned
out to be my good luck.  He soon started walking over to our place or had
me walking over to his place some evenings to have me help him with his
homework.  He wasn't the brightest kid in Boone County, he needed the help
as his dad had told him if he didn't graduate it was tough shit, he was
going to help work the farm, come June, no matter what.  On occasion he
stayed overnight at my house, which wasn't a problem as two of my older
brothers had left home, so I had a bedroom all to myself.  At his house,
his dad being paranoid someone was going to knock up one of his daughters,
made Joe Bob and I sleep in the hayloft.  I didn't mind.  I'd have slept in
the chicken coop if I could sleep with Joe Bob.

Finally, at long last, things began to happen.  Joe Bob was an outcast at
school, not only with Mary Ellen, but also with all the girls.  Things
spread in a rural area, especially things about what boy was doing what
with what girl.  The consequences for Joe Bob were that he got hornier and
hornier and hornier as time went on.

I just waited.  I had a hard on after hard on after hard on but I just
waited.

Something told me I wanted to have him as a friend rather than as an enemy
even if I never got to do as much as cop a feel of his big, fucking cock.

Then, one night in the hayloft in the barn, he asked me, "How often do you
jack off?"

"Why?"

"I'm so fucking horned up all the time.  The cunts at school hardly even
look at me anymore, but other guys tell me about the ones that let them put
their hand under their blouses and feel their tits and let them put a
finger in their panties and play with their pussy.  One guy says he has a
girl who will let him put the head of his cock in and she'll jack him off
while he's got it in there.  Then one guy, who got some condoms, is
actually getting some pussy from a girl.  He wouldn't tell me who it was
and I'm kinda guessing it might even be a teacher who bought him the
condoms and is letting him fuck her.  It's driving me crazy.  I'm jacking
off at least twice a day.  What I really need is a good fuck."

"Doesn't jacking off help?"

"Some, but its a lonely, kind of frantic way to get off."

"I never thought of it that way."

"Do you want to jack off?

I responded as if I hadn't understood his question, "Do you mean do I want
to jack you off?"

"Well, that would be OK, too, if it doesn't bother you."

"Why would it bother me?  I jack myself off."

"You don't think it would be queer?"

"I don't know beans about that queer shit.  In fact I'll suck you off if
you want me too?"

"Would you really.  I wouldn't bother you?"

"Sure I'd do it."

"You promise you'd never tell anyone?"

"I promise."

We were sleeping on one quilt and had one pulled over us.  I reached down
and felt his cock.  He was erect.  The whole ten inches was like a rock
except, at the same time, it was warm and soft.  I played with it for a
minute, slid back his foreskin and felt his cockhead, which felt like foam
rubber and kinda damp.  I ducked under the top quilt, took his cock into my
mouth and started to suck my first cock.  I was now a cocksucker; I was
sucking Joe Bob's cock.  I was living my dream.

I couldn't take all of his length but I wanted to please him so much I took
at least seven inches of it, or so I guessed.  It felt that way, anyway.
After a few minutes my mouth became filled with saliva and things became
easier.  I was able to work up and down on his shaft easier and faster.
Suddenly his body jerked up and he hollered, "Oh shit, Billy Ray, you're
goin to make me cum. Oh God, I'm goin to cum right now."  I made sure of
one thing; I didn't l didn't lose his cock from the confines of my mouth
because I wanted him to cum in my mouth just as if he'd cum if he'd been
doin it between a girl's legs.  We talked a few minutes; he said he liked
it, it felt a lot better than jacking off.  Then we fell asleep.

I woke up at sunrise and walked home, cleaned up, ate and walked to the
road where the school bus picked us up.  As always, Job Bob and I sat
together on the back seat.  He was kind of quiet and that bothered me.  I
wondered if he was feeling guilty about what happened last night.

Part of Joe Bob's punishment, as arranged by the Sheriff, was that he had
to work in the school secretary's office during his lunch hour, Xeroxing
stuff and things like that.  He proved trustworthy, so the secretary left
him alone and went to the cafeteria to eat her lunch.

Going home on the bus, sitting on the back seat, as usual, Joe Bob handed
me a folded up piece of paper.  I unfolded it.  He'd put his dick, erected,
on the Xerox machine, closed the lid and made a colored picture of the
bottom side of his cock.  In the corner of the page he had written.  THAT
WAS FANTASTIC LAST NIGHT.  IT'S FRIDAY, CAN I CUM OVER TO YOUR HOUSE AS
USUAL ON FRIDAY EVENINGS?  I erected just reading his note, and slipped it
into my backpack, smiled at him and said, "Sure."

He liked getting his big cock sucked off.  It hadn't made him feel guilty.
I got such an erection in my pants that I could feel my foreskin retracting
of it's own accord.  I could hardly wait.

We had to get his homework done.  We wouldn't see each other Saturday or
Sunday, except for a few minutes in church at the social hour in the
basement after services.  Every time I looked at the minister mouthing off
from the pulpit about what the Bible said, I know I had a shit- eating grin
on my face thinking of Joe Bob and his cock instead of listening to what he
was saying.  Next Sunday would be worse than ever now that I was a
cocksucker and sucking Joe Bob's.

But for now, Friday evening, both of us were hot.  It didn't take much
doing to figure that out.  Joe Bob started it by reaching under my desk and
copping a feel.  Finally we finished his homework.  I could hear my dad
downstairs, he was fucking stoned; I knew by the way he was hollering.  We
went down to the kitchen to say goodnight to my mom.  She offered us milk
and cookies for a bedtimes snack and said one of Jimmy's buddies had come
to pick him up and he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning.  Joe Bob had
milk and cookies but I told my mom, "No thanks, I'm not hungry".  Back my
room we propped my desk chair under the doorknob.  If my dad tried to open
the door, I could always say I forgot Jimmy was gone for the night and I
didn't want him coming in and making trouble.

This time we got naked.  Of course, I'd seen him naked in the shower at
school but now I had a close up look at everything he had between his legs.
I practically had my nose in his crotch as I stroked his cock, played with
his balls and ran my fingers through his bushy, black pubic hair.  He knew
I liked his cock and he told me he knew from the way I was acting.  There
was enough moon light that shone into the room that we could see even after
we turned the lights off.  I told Joe Bob my parents slept downstairs but
to whisper in case my mom came up to use the toilet. So after we'd fondled
each other cocks for a while, I whispered in his ear, "Why don't I lie on
the bed and you get on top and fuck my mouth this time?"  He did.  I wished
I'd asked him to fuck my ass hole; I knew I could take it there as my dad
had long ago taken my virginity and still plows me once in a while; the
drunken bastard.

Even if Joe Bob wasn't being gentle, he was fucking my mouth and I imagined
I was a girl getting fucked by him.  My mouth was as warm and wet as a
pussy and Joe Bob was not being gentle.  He was jamming in and out with his
ten-inch fuck tool.  No way was I going to tell him to stop.  He pumped a
super large amount of cum into my mouth when he ejaculated.  When he first
got that feeling that he was about to cum he also started to holler but I
clamped a hand over his mouth and he remembered we were supposed to be
quiet.

I guessed it was around 3 AM when he began shaking me and asked if he could
do it again.  I told him to wait; I needed to go to the bathroom.  My mom
kept her enema bag on a hook on the bathroom door.  I got it down, filled
it with a squirt of liquid soap and warm water and sat on the toilet until
it took effect.  I then did the same thing with just water to rinse my self
clean back there.

Back in the room and back in bed, I told Joe Bob what I'd done in the
bathroom and that I wanted him to fuck my ass.  He was all too happy to do
so.  Again he fucked vigorously but without gentleness.  Once or twice I
used my rectal muscles to clamp down on his cock and I knew it really sent
him.  Finally, I felt his cock juices pour out of his piss slit deep into
my ass.  So now, Joe Bob was letting me suck his cock as well as fucking my
mouth and fucking my ass.

So passed the school year.  Joe Bob did pass and with much better grades
than he normally had.  He got his diploma and we started work on our farms.
Then I didn't see as much of him as I did when school was in session.
During harvest, though, since he had only one son, Joe Bob's dad always
picked up a hired man to help.  Joe Bob and I slept in the hayloft with
him.  One Saturday night the hired hand walked home from a bar and Joe Bob
and I didn't even hear him coming up the ladder.  Joe Bob had just pushed
his cock all the way in and was pumping my ass.  Then we saw the hired man,
standing a few feet away, cock out of his pants, jacking off.  After Joe
Bob shot his load, the hired man said, "Next!"

Joe Bob replied, "Not unless you want thrown out the door (meaning the loft
door where hay was loaded into the loft).  The guy said, "Please, I need it
bad."  Joe Bob told him, "If Billy Ray wants to suck your dick, that's OK.
His boy puss is my property, though."

The guy had a six-inch dick.  I sucked him off.  He did need it.  He shot
his load within minutes.

It was two years before I finished high school and Joe Bob and I had a lot
of sex together during those two years.  It was during the spring of the
second year, a little before my graduation that my dad really laid one on
and had a heart attack while wandering around one of the fields in the
dark, carrying his bottle with him, ranting and raving about who knows
what.  I don't think my mom was even too grief stricken.  My dad was the
type of man you had to love as a husband and a father, but, at the same
time, a man you could never learn to like.

I knew that Jim would get the farm and I would be a fifth wheel, so, after
I graduated, I started walking into town and reading all of the out of town
newspapers in the library.  Finally I saw a help wanted advertisement
posted by an automobile and farm equipment wholesale parts supplier, called
the A1 Parts Co. in Ft. Smith.

I packed my backpack and hitchhiked to Ft. Smith after a tearful farewell
to Joe Bob.  Even he cried.  He didn't say he loved me but he did tell me
he was going to miss me like mad, asked me to write and said, "Now you take
real good care of yourself Billy Ray, ya hear me".

I landed the job in Ft. Smith filling orders from automotive repair garages
and implement repair places, I opened incoming parts we'd ordered repacked
them and labeled them if they were to be shipped to an out- of-town
customer, took them to the post office and picked up the mail from the
firm's mailbox at the post office.  The owner, Mr. Conroy, was a neat guy.
At first another employee had to drive me to the post office.  Then,
Mr. Conroy brought me a book on reading up to take a driver's exam, then he
sent me for lessons with a driver training instructor and then he went with
me to get my license.  I thought that was extremely kind of the man.  In
fact my lessons and during my exam I drove automatic shifts, so Mr. Conroy
then had to teach me how to drive the company pickup which had a stick
shift.

I soon found out the firm was an old, established firm with a good
reputation.  They paid well, too and, all in all, I knew I'd been lucky
getting a job with them.  Mr. Conroy also paid the tuition for me to go
evening classes at a local junior college three times a week and let my
take the company pick-up home those nights so I wouldn't have to fool
around with the busses.

I did write Joe Bob.  He never wrote back.  I'd been in Ft. Smith about
nine months when I ran into a guy from Lead Hill in a café.  He was four
years older than me, but we recognized each other.  His name was Jack and
his nickname was Jack Daniels.  He told me Joe Bob had gone and got himself
married to some older, widow woman who owned a farm and had a
sixteen-year-old daughter as well as a thirteen-year-old daughter.  I was
really upset by that news; it actually hurt.  I don't know why, I had no
claim to Joe Bob.  Guess it was because I still loved him.  Then I began
thinking all kinds of nasty stuff about him, stuff like I reckoned he was
fucking the woman and probably her two daughters, too.  I guessed it was
because I really loved Joe Bob and probably always would.

My bad thoughts came to an end one night when I was getting into the A1
company pickup after classes at the junior college.  A guy that I'd seen in
one of my classes asked me if I worked at A1 Parts Co.  I told him I did.
He told me his name was Josh Conroy; he was Mr. Conroy's son.  We talked a
while and he asked me if I wanted to grab a burger and a coke on the way
home, so we met at a burger joint about a block from the college.
Afterwards, we went to his apartment and I had my first beer.

After we'd gone through a six-pack, he got real friendly and touchy, too.
You know what I mean.  Josh was two years older than me and he was real
good looking with hair that he called dirty blonde and he had blue eyes.  I
was lonely and his feeling around gave me a boner, so I returned his
touching.  Soon he had me stripping and we got into bed together.  He had a
nice, hefty, six or six and a half inch cock.  It was so special to me; I
know I gawked at it.  It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis
that was circumscribed.  Jesus, I loved it.  It was so exciting being able
to see his cockhead all the time, even when his dick was soft.  It never
got covered over with a foreskin.  It was just visible all the time.  I
loved it and I told him so.  I also liked Josh because of his being two
years older; somehow doing things with an older boy seemed more exciting to
me. He wasn't shy with his talk and his feeling around either.  I liked
that, too, I didn't have to feel shy; it was clear he liked doing stuff,
too.

The best thing though was that he'd never before messed around with another
guy that was uncut and he liked my cock just as much as I loved his.  Josh
showed me something I'd never even thought about.  After a lot of just
feeling each other all over and doing a lot of wet kissing, which had never
entered my mind to try with Joe Bob, we did what he called 69.  I didn't
last five minutes; neither did he.  He said we were both too hot and too
worked up over each other and assured me it would get better when we did it
more times together.

I told him I thought what we'd done was just about the most exciting thing
I'd ever done, sucking a cock and getting my cock sucked at the same time.
He laughed.

"I like you.  Is it all right if I call you Bill instead of Billy Ray? Or
would you rather I call you Ray"

"I'd like Ray.  Billy Ray sounds kind of hickey in Ft. Smith, anyway."

"I'll clue the guys at A-1 to start calling you Ray, too.  What I started
to say or tell you was that I like you.  You're a neat kid."

"I like you too, Josh.  I like you a lot."

"Do you have to get back to your digs tonight?"

"I feel like such a dummy, Josh.  What are digs?"

"Where you live, your room, your apartment."

"Oh!  I live in a one-room apartment.  I don't have to get back."

"Will you stay with me tonight?  It's still early.  If we relaxed and had a
couple more beers, I'm sure we'd end up doing something again."

"Would you like to fuck me, Josh?"

"Is that an offer? Have you been fucked before?"

"Every boy and girl that's been raised on a farm in Arkansas has been
fucked by their dad or an older brother.  Yes, I've been fucked."

"Do you want to clean yourself out back there.  I have some enema solutions
that come in plastic bottles.  Lie on your stomach and I'll give you one.
He did. It took longer to work than a hot water bottle with a hose but it
did work.  We went to sleep and woke up about two hours later.

Josh had me get on my hands and knees.  He began licking my asshole with
his tongue.  It drove me wild.  I'd never felt anything like it and it was
making me as hot as hell.  I was damn near begging him to stick it in.  He
told me it was called Rimming.

Another thing I hadn't anticipated was how Josh was going to fuck me.  I'd
always just lain down on my stomach and Joe Bob had lain on top of me.  But
Josh put me on my back, and did what he called lubing me with his finger
and then he spread the slick stuff all over his dick.  He raised my legs up
into the air and told me to hold them there.  He fucked with slow stokes,
pushing it all the way in and withdrawing everything but his head before
taking another stroke.  It felt great in there and I was taking it real
good, being his cock was a lot shorter than Joe Bobs, but all of a sudden
he stopped when it was inside, reached over and got a bottle out of the
drawer of a small table by his bed, opened the bottle and held it against
one nostril while he squeezed the other one shut with his finger.  Then he
did the same for me.

Whatever was in that bottle smelled like hell and made me light headed.
But when he started fucking me again I though I was in floating on a cloud.
His fucking me was so good I can't describe it.  He kept stopping and we'd
inhale more of the stuff.  I got used to it and I got the longest lasting
fuck I'd ever had.

Joe Bob always shot off pretty fast, but Josh just kept at it, fucking me
faster and harder, his pelvic area slapping against my butt; even the sound
was good.  It was as good as the sound of a cock getting sucked by a wet
mouthed cocksucker.  When he did cum it must have been a wild orgasm for
him because he reared back on his knees and pulled me up too, all without
his cock slipping out of my ass.  His hot semen emptied into my ass; it
seemed like he'd shot a tremendous load.  As he cuddled me later, he said,
"Ray, I want you to move in with me."

"That would be nice but I don't think I could afford to."

"Who said anything about rent."

"Well, I'd want to ask your dad first."  I thought he was going to choke he
laughed so hard.

"Why in bloody hell would you want to ask my dad?"

"Your dads been real nice to me and I don't want to do anything that would
make him angry or want to fire me."

"OK, ask him. It would be better if I weren't with you when he asked.  You
can tell me what he said, afterwards.  Shit, it's almost as if you were
asking my dad's permission to marry me.  I fucking can't believe you even
want to do this."

The next day, about five minutes before quitting time, I went into Mr.
Conrad's office.  When I told him what I wanted, he walked around the desk
and told me to sit on the sofa.  He sat down beside me.

"Billy Ray, you are so old fashioned for such a young boy.  Let me tell you
I think it's nice; I wish more young boys were the same way.  As to moving
in with Josh, do you know he's gay?

"If gay is the same as queer, I know.  I am too."

"Well, if you're doing it with your eyes open, it's OK with me.  If it
doesn't work out, leave the little jerk and I'll find you another
apartment.

I didn't mean to and I was as embarrassed as hell when it happened; I
started to cry.  Mr. Conrad pulled my head over to his chest and hugged me
until I stopped.

He asked me what was wrong and I told him my background, about my dad
especially.  How I was never able to confide in him with any of my troubles
and how nice I thought he'd been to me since I started to work here and I'd
ask his permission because I didn't want him angry at me.

"Billy Ray, you might not know this, but I want to tell you.  What's
happening is that you are looking at me as a father figure.  I feel
honored, humbled that you are.  Please confide in me with whatever bothers
you.  OK?  Promise me you will; I don't want you to be troubled if I can
help you.  I want you to be happy here."

"I promise."

"Good.  Now you better call Josh before he chews all his fingernails down
to his cuticles.  I'll dial his apartment and leave the room so you can
talk to him.

Josh was ecstatic over my news and curious as hell as to how his dad
reacted to my asking his permission.  I told him I'd tell him later.  I did
tell him, but not about the crying part and how his dad had told me to
unload any problems I had on him because he wanted to know.

Living with Josh was like something I had never imagined.  Several times
every day he told me often how much he loved me and I was the same way with
him.  Sex got better and better.  We got to know every little thing that
turned the other one on.  Soon, we were showering together, wearing only
our boxers around the apartment and if one or the other of us showed a
boner, it was like getting the winning number on a bingo card.  Nothing
more was required to initiate sex.

We never looked to anyone else for sex.  We were content with each other.
We were in love.

Next Spring, Memorial Day weekend to be exact, Josh wanted to go someplace
out of town.  For one thing, his dad had given him a new, red Mustang for
his birthday and he wanted to drive it somewhere else than around
Ft. Smith.  He suggested we go to Lead Hill where I'd lived.  I wasn't too
keen on the idea but he talked me into it.

We took the Interstate north to Springdale and then over to Harrison and on
to Lead Hill and the farm.  My mom cried; I knew she would.  Jimmy was
happy to see me, too.  One of the first things he told me after things
calmed down was that Joe Bob was back.  I told him I didn't know he'd left.

Jimmy elaborated that he hadn't left Boone County but he'd married, which I
responded to by saying I'd met Jack Daniels in a café in Ft. Smith and he'd
told me that.

"Billy Ray, I mean he's back home, where he was when you left.  Why don't
you and Josh walk over and see him.  I know he'd like to see you."

Josh said, "Let's drive over instead of walking."

People didn't have many visitors drive up to their house from the main
road, especially in new, red Mustangs.  Joe Bob, his dad and his sisters
just stood motionless and watched as we approached.  When they saw me, Joe
Bob and his sisters all ran to meet me.  We talked, Joe Bob wanted to show
Josh and me the new chicken coop he'd built for his mom.  He told me his
marriage just didn't work out.  He couldn't get what he seemed to need
fucking his wife and, then, one day she caught him trying to get into her
youngest daughter and chased him off the property with a shotgun.  I
replied, "Joe Bob, you always did have a knack for getting into trouble."
He agreed.

After supper, Joe Bob came over and wanted to know if the three of us could
do something for the evening.  We got into the car.  Joe Bob knew a back
road that had a turn around at the edge of a heavily wooded area.  We got
out of the car, Josh grabbed a quart of bourbon from the trunk and Joe Bob
led us about ten yards into the trees where we found a clearing, littered
with beer cans and condoms; undoubtedly a popular spot with guys that had a
hot cunt on the string.  We loosened up pretty fast ourselves drinking it
right out of the bottle.  Joe Bob started it with asking Josh if he was
queer, like I was.  Josh told him "Yes, but I prefer the word, "Gay".

That was all it took to get Joe Bob worked up even more.

"Billy Ray, the reason I couldn't enjoy that slut I marred was that I'd get
started on her and loose my hard-on.  I'd ask her to suck it up for me and
she wanted nothing to do with that.  I think those two years when you took
care of me in high school ruined me for women, you bastard!"

That made Josh's eyes light up and he asked Joe Bob how I'd taken care of
him.

"He could suck my 10- inches as easy as if it was my little finger and he's
got an ass that's tighter than any pussy I've ever fucked.  If he'd had big
tits I'd have married him.  Now, I'm thinking a wild ride and getting off
big time are more important than tits.

Josh, said, "Did you say 10-inches?"

"I did."

"I don't believe it.  Show me."

But, Josh didn't wait for Joe Bob to show him, he just reached over and
unbuckled Joe Bob's overalls and they dropped to the ground.  There he
stood, naked as the day he was born, ankles excluded, and his big dick
hanging down, arched over his big ball sac, exposed except for his
cockhead, which was hidden by his generous foreskin.

All Josh could say was, "Holy, fucking shit" before he dropped to his knees
and scooped it into his mouth, foreskin and all.

I was overcome as much as Josh.  Just seeing Joe Bob's big cock excited me
every bit as much as it had a year ago.  I turned his head to one side,
kissed him and swatted him on his butt.  Why I swatted him, I don't know.
I just wanted part of the action.  To my amazement he liked to kiss and we
got into open mouth, wet, tongue probing kissing.  Why hadn't I ever tried
kissing him before?  When Joe Bob shot off, he made more noise than the
trees had ever heard from some broad getting her cunt plugged good by some
soused up boyfriend.

We didn't want to smoke cigarettes in the wooded area, so after we'd calmed
down a bit and Joe Bob had his overalls buckled up again, we went back to
the Mustang where there was still a little more daylight left.

Josh wanted to go back to Harrison and get a motel before he had any more
to drink. Once in the room we started drinking again.  Finally I walked
across the street to a 7-11 store and got some mix to put in mine.  Right
out of the bottle was just too much for me.  I couldn't buy beer, so Josh
made the second trip to the store.  He had a fake Driver's License and came
back with a six-pack of bud.

Something popped into my mind, something I'd heard from someone once and it
was that you should never mix drinks.  So I tapered off, drinking mostly
mix with just a little bourbon.  Joe Bob almost outdid his dad except he
was a jolly drunk not a mean one and Josh was not far behind him.  We were
soon all in one of the queen size beds, sitting on the bedspread and
completely naked, from head to toe.

Best of all, we were all sporting erections, and we were all fondling each
other's, smoking cigarettes and sipping our drinks.

We hadn't gotten to sex yet, but the party started to climax when Josh said
to me, "Ray, I sucked Joe Bob first.  I think it's your turn now."

Joe Bob picked right up on his calling me Ray.  "He's been my best buddy
for years and his name is Billy Ray".  Josh told him he knew but called me
Ray for short and headed for his small bag with a long handle and wheels
attached.  The bag had both of our clothes in it. He retuned with lube and
poppers.  He told me to sit on the floor between the beds and had Joe Bob
lean over me.  Before we started, Josh told Joe Bob about poppers, how you
used them, what they did for you, and just try to ignore the first sniff
because from then on you'd like them.  Joe Bob skinned himself back and put
his dick in my mouth.  Luke held the poppers bottle to our noses, we
inhaled and I began working my mouth up and down on Job Bob's manhood, Josh
spread Joe Bob's ass cheeks and gave him a good rimming.

When Josh stood up and moved behind him, cock already lubed, and stuck his
finger up Joe Bob's ass, I felt his prick jerk in my mouth.  When Josh
changed his finger for his cock, Joe Bob about jumped over me and on to the
bed.

"What are you trying to do?"

"I'm not trying anything.  I'm going to fuck you."  If Joe Bob had been
sober he'd have thrown Josh through the window, but he was far, far from
being sober.  Josh gave him some more poppers, I kept on sucking his fuck
pole and Josh slowly eased into his ass.

Joe Bob started hollering at Josh, "Don't do that to me.  Please don't do
that to me"

"Why not, you did it to Billy Ray?"

"That was different, you're trying to make me queer."

"Joe Bob, you're already as queer as they come.  You just haven't admitted
the fact."  Josh and I had both established a rhythm and Joe Bob was in the
middle, being quickly made into a queer.  After a few more hits on the
popper bottle Joe Bob relaxed, submitted, and began to enjoy his portion of
the pleasure all of us were receiving from this queer act of sex between
men, the forbidden, passion fruit available only to those brave enough to
go travel beyond societies' prejudices.

The night came to an end with all of us collapsing on one of the beds atop
the bedspread.  I reached over and pulled the bedspread and one pillow off
the adjacent bed.  I covered us with the spread, jammed the pillow under my
head and turned out the lights.

The last words spoken between us started with Joe Bob Joe Bob said.  "I'll
never forgive you two queers for what you did to me tonight, unless you
take me home with you tomorrow.  Josh said we would if he'd promise to call
us gays instead of queers.  Joe Bob was on his back in the middle of the
bed, I propped myself on one elbow and kissed one of his nipples, laid back
down and threw a leg across his crotch area.

I soon fell asleep.  I'd had too much to drink.  But I had a smile on my
face.  I loved Josh and I loved Joe Bob, too.  Now I was going to be living
with both of them.  I knew I would work out.  Joe Bob was always hot for
sex; that 10-inch dick of his seemed to require a lot of tender loving
care.  Between Josh and I we could give it more TLC than it had ever had in
its life.

I was just about to fall asleep when Joe Bob shifted positions and faced
me.  I removed my leg from atop him and took his big cock in my hand.  I'd
always been afraid to do that when I'd slept with Joe Bob before, but now
that he was queer I guessed he wouldn't be angry with me if he woke up
while I was fooling around with him.

It really didn't matter whether he was asleep or awake, erected or flaccid,
Joe Bob's big 10-inch cock was always ten inches.  I held it for a while
then pushed his foreskin back and rubbed my thumb around his big cock head,
he erected and I scooted down and took it in my mouth.  I didn't really
want to wake him up so I just held it in my mouth and masturbated.

Relaxed now, I scooted back up, put my head on the pillow, faced Joe Bob
and held his cock as it softened and I dozed off to sleep.

GOOD NIGHT


Thanks for selecting my story among all of those that appear in Nifty.
Hope you enjoyed reading it.  Joe