Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 09:56:45 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Tales from the Ranch, Chapter 18/?

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TALES FROM THE RANCH
Copyrightc 2002 by Tulsa Driller 7.  All rights reserved.

This is a story of men who have two common interests.  You will
see that they love the land where they live and work, but it is
also the story of young men who love other men and their coming
of age in a culture of prejudice and misunderstanding.  It is a
story, which deals with difficult and often disturbing issues
but, nonetheless, issues which must be confronted in today's
world.

This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any
specific person or persons.  Any similarity to actual persons or
events is entirely coincidental.  This work is copyrightedc by
the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the
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written permission of the author.

PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My characters
have unprotected sex.  I hope you use proper precautions because
I'd like you to be around the read the last chapter of this
story.

Tales from the Ranch
Chapter 18:  Tuesday evening
     Marty and Chris had a function to attend this evening.  It
was the quarterly meeting of the Chamber of Commerce and involved
a cocktail party and dinner at the "Cattlemen's Hotel" which was
a really posh place.  Marty's great grandfather, Senator
Philbrook S. Williamson, had built the hotel about 1905.  It had
been in operation ever since that time and had been completely
renovated just 10 years ago.  At the time, the building was
gutted and completely rebuilt from the outside walls in.  New
wiring, air-conditioning, plumbing and bathrooms had been put in.
The old Victorian furniture had been refinished and repaired so
the rooms looked much like they did when the hotel was new.  The
family corporation owned the hotel and it was a property they
were very proud of.
     Mrs. Wood had taken one of her rare days off, so Jason and
Kevin were to eat at their grandparent's house that evening.
They were excited about this because they seldom were at their
house unless there were a lot of other people there.  Tonight
Martin and Jeanine would belong to them with nobody else to vie
for their attention.
     Marty and Chris were ready to leave when Jason and Kevin got
back to their house.  They told the boys goodbye, giving each a
kiss and a hug before departing with the reminder that their
grandparents were expecting them in about 15 minutes, so they
needed to hurry up and change clothes.  "You can be casual
tonight," Chris told them.  "Just put on clean t-shirts or
something like that."
     "Don't forget to lock the kitchen door when you leave and
make sure it's locked when you come back here afterward.  We
should be home about 10 o'clock," Marty told them.
     Jason and Kevin agreed and ran up the stairs to get ready to
go to their grandparent's house.
     While they were changing their shirts, Jason said, "Tell me
more about Dale and Craig and what you saw this evening."
     "As I told you, I had gathered the eggs and was taking them
to the cooler.  I went to the door to go inside the cooler room
and saw them standing there with their arms wrapped around each
other, rubbing all over their backs and their butts.  Then I
realized they were kissing each other.  It looked like they were
trying to grind their dicks together, too!  It was awesome. I've
never seen anything like it."
     "Are you sure they didn't see you?" Jason asked.
     "No way.  When I saw what was going on, I ducked back around
the corner where I could see them, but they couldn't see me.  It
made my cock hard, too!" he announced.
     "How long did they do that?" Jason asked, extremely
interested.
     "I don't know.  It wasn't very long.  They left through the
office when the other guys that work in the field drove up in the
pickup.  I put the eggs away and left."
     "Wow.  That made my cock get hard just hearing you tell
about it," Jason replied.
     "I know.  Mine is, too.  It's kinda neat, isn't it?"
     "Yes, but we can't tell anybody you saw them.  It could get
them in trouble and us, too, if the wrong people found out about
it.  So, please promise me that you won't talk about it with
anybody except me."
     Kevin agreed.  "Yeah.  If somebody as mean as the Riley
twins found this out, it could be really bad, couldn't it?"
     "You've got that right," Jason said.  "Remember, it's our
secret."
     "Okay."  Then, "Jason?"
     "Yeah."
     "Do you think they suck each other like we do?"
     "Probably they do." he trailed off, thinking about wishing
he'd seen them, too.
     * * * * *
     "How are my boys?" Martin said as he greeted Jason and
Kevin, giving them each a hug.
     "We're great, grandpa.  How are you this evening?"
     "For an old fellow, I'm doing pretty good," he said as he
ruffled their hair.  "Come on in, grand mom is in the kitchen.
We'll be ready to eat in about 15 minutes.
     As they entered the kitchen, Martin said, "Look mom, our two
young men are here."
     Jeanine came toward them, gathering them in her arms and
kissing each on their cheek and giving them a big squeeze.  "I'm
glad to see you.  It seems like we never see each other except
for Sunday dinner - and we only live about 300 feet apart."
     "I know.  You seem to travel a lot and we have schoolwork
and things to go to.  It seems like we aren't around that much
either," Jason answered.
     "Hey, Jason, I hear you are going on your first campout with
the scouts this Friday night," Martin said.
     "Yeah, I just finished my Cub Scout stuff two weeks ago and
they just took me into the Boy Scout troop last night.  I joined
Wolf Patrol and Scott Maxwell is our Patrol Leader.  He's 16 and
a real neat guy.  I'm assigned to his tent along with Dustin
Fields."
     Martin grinned his approval.  "It just seems like a short
time ago when your father became a Boy Scout and went on his
first campout.  You're going the same place, too.  The scouts
have used that campsite ever since I was in Boy Scouts and my
father allowed them to camp there."
     "I didn't know that," Jason told him.
     "Oh yeah.  And they also campout up in the canyon about 5
miles from here, too.  It's pretty rough in that area, so
generally it's just the older boys that go up there.  One of them
got hurt several years ago, fell over a rock cliff when it gave
way.  He was lucky because he just had a broken arm and was
banged up. pretty bruised, but lucky.  It scared him to death
because we couldn't get him out right away.
     "Thought we were going to have a problem getting him out,
but they were able to get a litter down there and we used two
horses to pull it up with a rope.  His parents were really mad
and threatened to sue the Scout Troop and us and anybody else
they thought was involved.  They went to see an attorney and he
just laughed at them.  Said it was part of growing up.  They
pulled him out of the Boy Scout Troop and that was the last
anybody heard of it.
     "The boy was really upset with his parents and nobody was
able to convince them that accidents happen and there is nothing
anyone can do about it.  At least it happened of a morning so we
didn't have to worry about working in the dark."
     Kevin and Jason were impressed.  They didn't know about the
other campsite and hadn't heard the story about the boy falling.
     "At least now we have cell phones for the leaders to use and
if anything like that ever happens again, it will be easier to
get help.  We always insist they take at least one horse with
them, too, and park a vehicle as close as they can get to the
site, but that's still about a mile away from the ravine," Martin
continued.
     "Do you mean that they have to hike in to that place?" Jason
asked.
     "Yes, it's pretty rough country after you get up the river
about 3 miles."
     Kevin was impressed.  He had seen stuff like that on
television when he watched shows like "Rescue" and "Emergency"
but didn't think it could happen near Williamsport.
     "We went out to the river on horses with Dale and Craig last
Saturday," Jason said.  "Dale said that there wasn't much of a
trail on up the river from where the springs feed the river."
     "I know where you mean.  Actually you can ride and hike
about another mile and a half, but from that point on you
actually have to walk in the river.  The bed is rock and fairly
smooth, but just beyond the campsite, there are some pretty rough
rapids for such a small stream."
     "Wow, I hope I get to go there sometime.  It sounds
awesome!" Jason said.
     Kevin was listening to the conversation and wishing he could
go, too.
     About that time Jeanine announced that dinner was ready and
had a dish for each to carry to the dining table.  They sat down
and joined hands.  Martin asked Jason if he would like to ask the
blessing and he thanked God for their blessings, the bounty of
the table and for their family.
     Dinner was pork chops that had been stuffed and baked,
served with macaroni and cheese, fresh sliced tomatoes and a
green salad.  Everything was delicious and the boys had small
amounts of everything for seconds. Dessert was banana sour cream
pie, a favorite of all the men.
     After the meal was over, Jeanine had the boys clear the
table while she put things away in the kitchen and started the
dishwasher.  They retired to the den to play a game of Monopoly,
with Kevin winning.  He was good at that game and it was a real
battle between he and Jeanine to beat the others.
     * * * * *
     The boys went back to their house about 8 o'clock and did
their homework.  Jason listened to Kevin recite his math tables
and then explained some things, which might help him remember
some of the numbers.  They finally got all the way through the
addition tables, up to the 9's.
     * * * * *
     They were getting ready to go to bed when Marty and Chris
arrived home.  They knocked on their door to let them know they
were home.  Marty suggested that Kevin spend some time with
Chris, as he wanted to talk to Jason.
     Jason was a little concerned that Marty wanted to talk to
him without Kevin being there.  He couldn't think of anything he
had done wrong, but didn't think Marty just wanted to chat about
his day, either.  "Kevin, this won't take us very long.  After
we're through why don't we all go downstairs and have some ice
cream?  I'll bet your mother would fix Sundaes for you fellows."
     Chris agreed and Kevin followed her to his parent's rooms.
     Marty shut the door and sat down in an easy chair close to
Jason's bed (which they were going to sleep in that night).
Jason had a look of dread on his face, wondering what was up.
     "Jason, I need to talk to you about growing up."  Jason was
somewhat relieved, this was probably going to be THE TALK that
some of his friends had gotten.
     "Yeah, Dad?"
     "I want you to know that we need to be comfortable talking
about things that may be happening to you right now and things
that are going to happen.  You are now a Boy Scout and you are
going to be exposed to some things that older boys talk about and
do.  Some boys are not lucky enough to be able to talk to their
parents and even some that do have a lot of bad information about
what is going on with their bodies.
     Jason sat quietly, listening carefully.  He was pleased that
his father might be able to answer some of his questions.  He'd
always been able to talk to him, but sometimes it was a little
scary for him, too.
     "You are eleven and a half years old and if you haven't
already done so, you are going to be starting puberty.  That
means simply that you are growing up and will become a man, but
there are going to be a lot of changes in your body in the next
few years.  For instance you may have noticed, or maybe it hasn't
started yet, but your penis may be getting larger and you may
soon discover that you have some hair growing around it.  This
may have already happened and it may not happen for a little
while longer.
     "I was your age when my body started changing.  My penis
grew, I started sprouting hair around it, the hair started
growing in my armpits and my voice started changing.  Sometimes
I'd start to talk and my voice would be normal, then the next
sentence might come out with a deeper voice.  Unfortunately, not
everyone grows up at the same rate.  Since you are in gym class
that is shared by 6th graders, some of those boys may be fairly
well along in their growing up.  Others may not until they are in
the 8th, 9th or even 10th grades.
     "I was one of the younger boys to have hair growing on my
chest.  I remember that even though I'm blond, I had a fairly
respectable showing when I was in the 9th grade.  It was more
than almost any of the boys who were seniors and on the football
team had.  I honestly think some were jealous of me."
     They both laughed.
     "Anyway you are going to be exposed to some 'grown up' stuff
before too long.  Actually, it will probably happen on this
campout.  A lot of boys learn about sex from older boys.  Some of
it is true and a lot of it isn't.  They tease each other about
things they should keep quiet about and brag about things they've
done, which they really haven't.
     "I want you to know that you can come to me or your mother -
or even Dale if you have questions and need answers.  We won't
laugh at you because we don't want you hurt - just that you have
the right information available to you.
     "You are probably, if it's like when I was in Scouts - and
I'm sure it hasn't changed - going to be exposed to masturbation.
You know what that is, don't you?"
     "Yes," Jason answered.
     "Well, there are several schools of thought about that.
Some people think boys shouldn't do it and that it's harmful.
Others say its part of growing up.  Everyone does it, even adults
like me."
     Jason's thoughts were about his father and what he looked
like without clothing.  He turned red and Marty thought it was
because of the subject they were discussing.
     "Anyway, Jason, sometimes boys do it alone, you may find
that you and Kevin will do it together, the guys in your Patrol
may all do it together.  Some of you may help the other boys.
That's called being curious and it's probably not going to hurt
you, but don't do anything or make anyone do anything that they
are uncomfortable doing.  You'll find plenty of guys to play
around with if that's what you want to do.
     "I'm sure that you've already been exposed to names that
other guys call each other - like queer, cocksucker, faggot,
pansy, fairy.  It's nothing new and it's not going to go away.
Boys called each other names like that when I was in school and
if you have children, they'll probably be doing the same thing 20
years from now.  Some boys can be extremely cruel to each other
and even force them to do something they shouldn't.
     "Just remember that we are here for you and if you have
problems like this and can't work it out, come to us, your
parents, or one of your adult friends, like Dale.  We're here to
see that you don't get hurt and that you have the answers to the
questions you want to ask.
     "Okay, bud?" Marty asked.
     "Yeah, Dad."  Jason was pleased with what he had learned.
     "Do you have any questions you want to ask me tonight?" he
queried.
     "Well, I think maybe I've started." Jason said.
     "Puberty?" Marty prompted.
     "Yes, I think I'm growing. down there. you know. and I
discovered I've got a few hairs, too."
     "Congratulations," Marty said.  "You really are growing up.
You are probably going to be an 'early bloomer' like I was.
Hopefully you won't have any problems with acne.  I didn't.  I
had to start shaving when I was in the 8th grade.  By the time I
had hair on my chest, I had a thick beard and then I grew my
mustache at the end of my senior year in high school.  Seems like
blond fellows like me have darker body hair and sometimes it's
pretty thick."
     Jason wished he could see, but didn't dare ask.
     "Okay, Jase, any other questions?"
     He thought about it, but hesitated to ask, then decided that
this was the best chance he had.
     "Umm. Dad. Is it okay for guys to love each other?  I mean
like Kev and I.  We're pretty tight with each other and I love
him and watch out for him so I can protect him."
     Marty thought he knew where this was going.  He and Chris
had been concerned for several years about the fact that the two
boys slept together every night.  But he really didn't see that
it hurt anything.  They had bonded and got along extremely well
with each other.  He didn't think he or Chris had ever heard a
cross word between them.  He would have to be careful about this
answer.
     "Well, there are different kinds of love.  There is
brotherly love, like between you and Kevin.  You and he would do
about anything for each other.  There is love like your mother
and I have for each other and then there is the love that you
have for friends and relatives.  It's not as intense as the first
two, but more like being good friends."
     Jason wasn't sure that answered his question, but decided to
pursue the discussion.
     "I think what I mean is that Kev and I love each other.  You
told us Sunday that Dale and Craig are going to share their lives
with each other. Does that mean they are gay?  Kevin and I share
our lives together, too."
     Marty thought to himself.  'He is certainly perceptive and I
can't lie to him.'
     "Yes, Jason, it means they are gay.  They love each other
the way a man and a woman love each other, like your mother and
me.  They probably do sexual things with each other, but that
part is private.  It's something we don't talk about because it's
between them.  It's my belief that it's okay as long as they
don't make a public spectacle of themselves or harm anyone else.
But, this isn't something for you to discuss with your friends.
There are those who think it is wrong and would make trouble for
them.  So, if you respect them - and I know you do - you won't
make this a topic of discussion except in this family.  Please
remember that.
     "Do you remember Steve and Mitchell that come to visit us
every once in awhile?"
     "Yes, they were here a couple of months ago."
     "Well, they are gay.  Steve and I were friends when we were
in college.  I knew that he was gay, but it didn't hurt our
friendship.  There were even times that they double dated with
your mother and I.  We were all good friends and it didn't bother
them that we were straight any more than it bothered us that they
were gay.  They are good people we enjoy being around and whom
they sleep with or what they do is not our business.
     "As for you and Kevin, I think maybe you are a little young
to be concerned about this.  You are starting some changes in
your body and Kevin is probably a couple of years away from that.
I'll be glad to talk to you about it later, but just be careful
with each other.  Don't force each other into doing something you
are not comfortable with.  Okay?"
     "Okay, Dad." Jason was happy.  All of his questions weren't
answered, but he didn't know what questions to ask, either.
     "If you don't have any more questions, let's go see about
that ice cream.  Go tell your mother and Kevin we're going to the
kitchen."
     Jason went down the hall.  The door was open, so he knocked
twice and stuck his head inside the room.  "We're going for ice
cream.  Come on!"
     * * * * *
     Marty and Chris were in their room getting ready for bed.
Chris had already gotten comfortable after they arrived home, but
Marty still had his suit on, although he'd left his coat
downstairs.  He went into their closet to hang up his suit and
get ready for bed.  He was wearing only his boxer shorts when he
came out and Chris had changed, wearing only a short gown,
although he could see through it.
     "How about some wine?" Marty asked.
     "Sure, but you don't have to get me drunk to go to bed with
you," she teased.
     "That's a possibility.  No, I wanted to talk to you about my
discussion with Jason."
     "I wondered how that went.  There aren't any problems are
there?" she asked.
     "No I don't think so."
     Marty poured two glasses of Port wine and they settled on
the love seat, cuddling against each other.
     "Jason is very mature in his outlook on life.  He asked me
if Dale and Craig were gay."
     "Ouch, that's a tough one to explain," Chris said.
     "Not really.  I answered him truthfully and told he that
they loved each other the way a man and woman loved each other,
but the way they expressed their love for each other was private
and between them.  I told him that we shouldn't make a judgment
as long as they weren't overt and didn't flaunt it."
     "I'm glad you were the one to explain it.  I'm not sure I
could have given them a good answer like that," Chris said,
looking into Marty's eyes.
     "I also told him about Steve and Mitchell and that we
respected them for who they were, not what they did in private."
     Chris was playing with the hair on Marty's chest and getting
his usual reaction - a hardon crawling out of the fly of his
boxers.
     "He told me that he and Kevin loved each other and I think
maybe he was wanting to know if that made them gay.  I just told
him that they were too young to worry about that, but told him
that they shouldn't do anything to each other where either could
get hurt."
     They sat there for a minute, sipping their wine.
     "Do you think they are gay?" Chris asked.
     "I don't know.  They've always been tighter than most
brothers, but they also watch out for each other.  Jason was
almost a better parent to Kevin than we were," he laughed.
     "Yes, he made it clear from the very beginning that he was
going to watch out for him.  Between he and the dog, Kevin never
lacked for anything.  When Jason decided that Kevin was too old
to wet the bed, he would get him up in the middle of the night to
take him to the bathroom."
     "I remember that," Marty laughed.  "He did a super job, too.
He always sees to it that Kevin's homework is done and there is
never any argument about doing chores.  I think we've got two
very mature young adults here."
     By this time Marty and Chris were rubbing each other and
neither thought the conversation was going to last much longer.
     "I'm not going to worry about what is going on with our
boys.  They are young and are at the age where they are
discovering themselves and other people, too.  I would be
disappointed if they were both gay, but it's not the end of the
world," Chris said.
     Marty agreed.
     They were both getting hot from stimulating each other.
Marty stood up after draining his wineglass and Chris held her
hand for Marty to grab.  They shed the little amount of clothing
they were wearing and headed toward their bed.
     Their lovemaking was hot and slow and heavy.  It probably
was the most intense session of making love they'd had for quite
a while.
     * * * * *
     Michael and Pat had gone to bed earlier than usual.
Although they hadn't done much physical work during the day,
riding around on the tractors cutting hay, the day had been warm
and it was boring just to sit and ride.  The three men, including
John, had gone to the A&W for burgers and the trimmings that
night.  They watched a little bit of TV in Michael and Pat's room
when Michael announced that he was sleepy and it was time to go
to bed.  John went back to his room, disappointed that it didn't
look like they could have any sexual activity that night.
     Michael had told John not to say anything to Pat about their
weekend activities until he had a chance to talk to him.  He
wasn't sure what Pat's reaction would be to the fact that Michael
had found another guy who liked to play around.  After all he and
John and done a lot more to each other than he and Pat had.
     Pat hadn't been willing to do more than kiss and engage in
mutual masturbation.  John and Michael had pushed the limit a lot
further, sucking each other and playing around and had even
brought each other off at almost the same time while 69-ing.
     John didn't understand Michael's reluctance to talk to Pat,
but decided that it would be better if he kept quiet and allowed
things to happen without him pushing the guys.
     As they crawled in bed, Pat said, "I didn't think he would
ever leave.  I haven't gotten off since the last night before I
went to San Angelo.  I stayed at my parent's house and my cousin
slept in the same room on the other bed.  I was afraid to jackoff
because I thought he might hear me."
     He continued.  "At least you were able to jackoff while I
was gone."
     Michael thought, 'Well, since he brought the subject up this
is as good of a time as any to talk about what John and I did.'
     "That's right," Michael said, "and I did some other things,
too."
     "What are you talking about?" Pat asked.
     "I found another guy who likes to play around and he taught
me a bunch of new things we can do to each other."
     Pat was shocked.  "You mean you found another guy that likes
to jackoff?"
     "Yeah, and some other things, too."
     "What?"  Pat was still dubious.
     "He taught me how to suck cock.  He sucked me and then I
sucked him off and then later we sucked each other at the same
time."
     "Wow!  That's hard to believe.  Where did you meet him?  How
did it happen?" Pat demanded.
     "You know him," Michael said simply.
     "No." then he thought about it a minute.  "You don't mean
John, do you.?"
     "Yep, he's the one," Michael laughed, wishing he could have
a picture of the expression on Pat's face.
     "He doesn't look like a cocksucker or a queer to me," Pat
said, shocked.
     "Who actually knows what a queer or cocksucker is supposed
to look like?" Michael said.
     Pat just sat there digesting this new information.
     "According to John there is no way we are the only guys in
the world who like to do what you and I and he and I have been
doing.  He told me that there are bars in Austin that are full of
guys like you and me who like other guys.  He also told me that
they don't like to be called queers.  The proper term is either
homosexual or gay - but not like 'gay as in happy'."
     Pat thought for a minute.  "I've heard that expression, but
never knew what they meant when they used the word, gay."
     "Well, I guess we know it now.  John thought maybe we might
go to Austin some evening and visit the bars so we can see what
it's all about."
     But, you're the only one of us that's 21," Pat said.
     "I think that John has a fake ID, but they might not even
ask us.  Besides I think one of the bars is just a beer bar
anyway."
     Pat got a big smile on his face.  "So tell me what you and
John did."
     Michael told him the complete story, starting with them
going out to eat on Thursday night, then going to the movie and
out for burgers on Friday night, ending up at the lake.  He told
him about them spending Saturday and a good part of Sunday in
John's room at the Starlight.
     By this time both of them were hard and oozing some precum.
     "So, do I get a demonstration of your new skills?" Pat
teased.
     "Only if you agree to do to me what I do to you."
     Pat thought about it for a minute before deciding to tease
Michael a little bit.
     "I go out of town and you find somebody else to take my
place and if I don't agree to do what you want to do, then I'm
out.  Is that it?" Pat asked.
     "Well. not quite like that.  I'll still play around with
you, but John made me feel so good and I think you'll like it
when you try it, too."
     "Okay, big stud, show me what I need to learn."
     "Lay back and enjoy it then," Michael said with a leer.
"I'll be glad to demonstrate."
     Pat lay on his back and Michael snuggled up, crawling on top
of him so all of their parts matched.  He started out by
exchanging kisses with Pat and rubbing his hands up and down his
body.  Then he licked around to Pat's ear.  When he stuck his
tongue in, Pat bucked against him and he could feel some precum
wetting his groin.  Pat liked the feel of Michael's hairy chest
rubbing up and down his.  It was almost like sparks came from the
end of each hair.
     Michael started down Pat's face, ending up licking him under
the chin and on his neck.  About that time, he had both hands in
place where he could pinch Pat's nipples.  He bucked again.
     Time to move on.  Pat had his fingers entwined in Michael's
hair.  The feeling was unlike anything he'd felt before.  He
thought kissing and jerking off was fun, but it didn't begin to
compare with the feelings he was experiencing now.
     Michael licked his way to Pat's right nipple, chewing
lightly, then moved to the other, all the while rubbing Pat's
ears and face.
     He could feel Pat getting stiffer and wondered if he was
going to last for the grand finale.  Only one way to find out.
     The next part of the tongue journey was down the trail of
light fur to Pat's navel.  He stuck his tongue in there and
pinched his nipples at the same time.
     "Uunngh." Pat went, bouncing on the bed again.
     Michael decided to move in for the kill.  He backed himself
to where Pat's legs were free, then pushed them apart so he could
get to his nut sack.  Although Pat had fine hair over his chest,
groin and legs, his balls were pretty much hairless.  Michael
stuck his nose under Pat's sack and used it to lift gently, then
started applying light kisses and laving them with his tongue.
Pat bucked again and he heard, "Aannhh, Mmnnn, Oonngh" and could
tell he was breathing heavier.  His cock was also bouncing.
     He washed Pat's balls, then on up to the base of his cock.
It was wet with precum and he lapped that up, working his way to
the end of Pat's 6-inch cock.  Using the point of his tongue, he
opened the foreskin and licked around the glans.  Pat almost lost
it right there.  His dick spit out a large amount of cock-honey
and Michael used this along with his own saliva to help him
engulf Pat's cock.
     "Aarrgghh, Ongh, Enngg," Michael heard and this made him
work all the harder for the prize.  He buried his nose in Pat's
pubic bush and ran his tongue around the shaft, biting lightly at
the base while tickling his balls with one hand and pinching his
nipples with the other.
     Pat was almost in full motion.  He'd never felt anything
like it and while he wanted the feelings to end, he also wanted
them to continue forever.
     He bucked around on the bed to the point that Michael almost
didn't have to move up and down on Pat's shaft.  He was doing it
for him.  Michael allowed Pat to control the motion of his cock
and he just ran his tongue around and stimulated him with his
fingers.
     It didn't take long for Pat to stiffen and Michael could
tell he was going to shoot pretty quickly.  More noise from Pat.
"Gghrr, Umnngh. Arrrgh!!!  His cock went really rigid and he
could feel the cum move up the tube on the underside of Pat's
dick.  He pushed his mouth down, and Pat's dick moved on into his
throat.  He wiggled his tongue.
     "AAARRRGGGHH." Pat yelled and almost bounced them both off
the bed.  Michael was wondering if you needed seatbelts for sex.
     Pat's breathing turned to panting as the cum was being
pumped down Michael's throat.  After about the third pulse, he
moved back up so Pat was about halfway in his mouth.  Two more
wads followed quickly.  Michael could taste Pat at that point.
It tasted good, a little salty but still different than John.  He
ran his tongue over the glans again, and then moved back down to
where he completely engulfed Pat's cock again.
     He didn't realize it, but Pat had his hands on Michael's
head and was trying to pull his dick out of his throat.  Michael
finally realized what Pat was doing and slowly licked his way
back up to the end, draining a few more drops of cum from the end
of the shaft.
     "Oh God, I've never felt anything like it," when he could
finally talk again.
     Michael crawled back up to where he could kiss Pat, whose
mouth welcomed his.  Pat was surprised that Michael still had
some of his cum in his mouth and he had no choice but to take
what was offered.  He was surprised because he had never tasted
himself.  Hadn't even thought about it.
     They mixed Pat's cum with their saliva moving it back and
forth from one mouth to the other, then finally each swallowed
what they had.  The kissing continued as they turned on their
sides rubbing their bodies against each other.
     Pat finally calmed down to where he could think again.
"That was the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced."
     Michael giggled.  "You mean you like it better than kissing
and jacking each other off?"
     "With no contest."  They continued to share kisses, then Pat
realized that he was going to have to see to it that Michael got
off.  His first thought was that he didn't want to suck him off,
the idea somewhat repulsed him, but then Michael had pleasured
him and it wouldn't be fair to expect just to beat him off after
the experience he'd just had.
     Michael thought he was harder than he'd ever been.  He
couldn't decide if he liked doing Pat better than John, or if it
was a tie.  Either way, he needed to get off himself and if he
had to jackoff to do it, he would.
     He was pleasantly surprised when Pat started around his face
with his tongue, repeating what he had done to Pat.  He was
either a quick study or Michael was a good teacher.  He tried to
relax and concentrate on the feelings Pat was giving him.
     Pat went for Michael's throat first and was rubbing his
stiff nipples with his hands.  Then he licked back up to his
ears, putting each in his mouth and running his tongue both
inside and outside each.  John hadn't done this to Michael before
and he couldn't believe the feelings it was generating.  Pat was
enjoying this.  It was a lot more fun than just kissing and
masturbating Michael.  He could tell that Michael was really
enjoying this and he knew from his own experience just a few
minutes before what it felt like to him.
     Back down and around to his throat again, then licking down
to Michael's nipples, pinching one while lightly biting the
other.  Michael had been pumping out a lot of precum and his
pubic bush was wet as well as most of his groin.  Pat reached
down to run his fingers around in that area and was surprised how
sticky Michael was.  He moved on down to Michael's belly button
and was surprised to find out it was almost full of precum that
had leaked.  Michael was just a little longer than Pat at 6«-
inches, and was also uncut so the oral experience that was about
to happen was the only thing new for Pat, except for the fact
that Michael had thicker body hair and maybe that was because Pat
was blond and it just looked that way.
     He stuck his tongue in Michael's navel and was surprised
that it was so slick, but didn't have much taste to it.  He liked
it and swabbed out the recessed area.
     It was Michael's turn to bounce on the bed, although he
didn't think he was moving around as much as Pat had.
     'Well, here goes,' thought Pat as he continued his journey.
He decided to concentrate on Michael's cock and giving him
pleasure instead of licking around his balls.  He wanted to
please his friend and make him feel good, too, but he wasn't sure
just how far he wanted to go right now.
     Using his left hand, he shucked the foreskin back and ran
his tongue around the glans.  Michael had an immediate reaction
and caught Pat off guard as he tried to push his cock into Pat's
throat.  Not being ready, it glanced off his chin and he scraped
it with his cheek.  This was a great feeling for Michael as he
could feel Pat's stubble against his cock.  That combined with
the slickness of the precum felt good to him.
     Pat was determined that he was going to cap Michael this
time, so worked up a mouthful of saliva and holding the foreskin
back, took Michael into his mouth.  He managed to get all but
about and inch in before he felt he was going to gag.
     "Don't try to take it all the first time," Michael told him,
"just relax your throat and breathe deeply.  Don't force it and
you will be able to swallow it all."
     Pat did as Michael coached and it worked.  He had his nose
buried in Michael's sticky pubes.
     Michael bounced on the bed a little.  Since John had done
this to him several times, he didn't seem to be as sensitive as
the first time.  He was better able to control his reactions.
     Using his mouth and tongue to his advantage, he started
slowly working his way up and down Michael's pole, pulling the
foreskin along with his mouth and running his tongue around both
inside and outside the skin.
     It was Michael's turn to make noise and he did.  "Uumnn,
Eeagh, Aaaahhrr," he started.  Pat was starting to enjoy this.
He felt good that he could pleasure someone else by using his
mouth and fingers, which he was using to rub Michael's nipples as
well as his sticky balls.
     Michael could feel the first stirrings of an orgasm, but
knew it was going to take a little more time.  He tried to relax
and let the good feelings overwhelm him.  It worked.  Pat was
turning out to be a natural and seemed to be really getting into
the act of giving pleasure.  He was making long strokes up and
down Michael's shaft and using his tongue to his advantage, too.
     More movement from Michael.  Pat was causing him feelings
that John hadn't shown him.  His hands went to Pat's head, not to
control his strokes, but to let him know he was doing it right.
"Eemmmrr. Rrnngh. Aarghh. was what Pat heard.  This was fun!  He
stepped up his efforts some more.  More noises from Michael, who
was starting to realize that he probably wasn't going to last
much longer.
     "I'm. gonna. cum. in a. minute." he started to say, to warn
Pat that if he didn't want a mouthful of splooge, he'd better
pull off.  Pat was determined to follow this through to the end.
After all, Michael didn't wimp out, why should he?
     Pat could feel Michael stiffen even more and then felt his
dick pulsing.  He could even feel the cum moving up the tube -
rapidly - and the next thing he knew, it was blowing down his
throat.  He pulled back slightly as Michael pumped more and more
cum into this mouth.  He had no choice but to swallow.  It was
either that or have it all over everywhere and he didn't want
Michael to think he couldn't handle what seemed like at least a
half-cup of cum.
     He stayed with it, running his tongue around and around,
sucking gently.  Michael was bouncing on the bed, holding on to
Pat's head, but not forcing him.  This was absolutely the best
blowjob he'd had.  This couldn't have been Pat's first time, he
thought.
     Finally, he sensed that Michael was starting to soften.  He
licked up what little cum was on the end of his dick, then moved
up to share a kiss with Michael.  He didn't have much of his cum
to share, but Michael accepted it gratefully and they mixed it
back and forth.  He thought that Michael swallowed more than he
had, but it didn't make any difference.
     They basked in the afterglow of their feelings, each
silently thinking that they had taken their friendship to a new
level.  Michael knew that John was going to want to share in
their activities and he would have to talk to Pat about it to see
if he wanted to, also, or if their pleasuring each other would
stay just between the two of them.
     * * * * *
     Jason and Kevin were in bed together within five minutes of
going back upstairs after their ice cream treats.  It had been a
big day for each of them and they were already an hour past their
usual bedtime.  Neither was really sleepy and they wanted to talk
to each other about the events of the day and evening.
     They were lying on their sides, facing each other and had
been sharing kisses.
     "Kev."
     "Umm hmm?" he replied, his mouth and tongue was giving
Jason's cheek a bath.
     "Show me what Dale and Craig were doing today."
     "Well they were standing there facing each other, sharing a
kiss which probably had a lot of tongue in it."  They both
giggled.  "They were running their hands up and down each other's
sides, their backs and their butts.  It looked like they were
pushing their cocks together, too."
     "You mean like this?" Jason asked, trying to imitate what
Kevin had just told him.
     He kissed Kevin again and they rubbed their hands around as
much as they could since they were lying down.  They pushed their
groins together and moaned at the good feeling they were causing
each other.
     "Like that?" he asked.
     "Yeah, except they were standing up."
     "Could you tell if they had hardons like we do now?"  Jason
was extremely interested in this.
     "No, because when they broke apart, they went out the other
door to the office and all I could see was their backs."
     Jason was disappointed, but he thought surely they had to be
hard because he and Kevin were.
     "Jase."
     "Hmmm?"
     "Let's do that again.  It felt good."
     "Okay."  They did it again, but this time Kevin reached
between them and stroked Jason's cock, then his own.  Jason soon
joined him and they enjoyed the feeling it was causing.  They
didn't try to bring each other to orgasm.  This was still
something to new to them and they didn't realize how often they
could actually do that and that there were many different ways to
pleasure the other.
     Finally they broke apart.
     "Jase.?"
     "Yeah?"
     "What did Dad want this evening?  We're not in trouble are
we?"
     "No, it was THE TALK about growing up and how our bodies
change when we start through puberty and other things that might
happen as we grow up."
     "Oh, did you learn anything new?"
     "Well. that it's okay for boys to play around with each
other. but only if everyone is willing.  We're not to force
somebody to do something they don't want to."
     "We don't force each other. do we?" Kevin asked.
     "No, but Dad said to be extremely careful about who we tell
about what we do because it could cause trouble.  He said that
boys could be cruel to each other and say things that aren't
true, but also because they are ignorant.  He said we can talk to
him and mom anytime we want to, and that it's okay to ask Dale
questions, too."
     "You think it's okay with Dale to ask him questions?"
     "I talked to him a little bit the other night after he
showed us the gym stuff.  He answered my questions, but suggested
that I talk to Dad about it, too."
     "That's good.  I like Dale.  He's a neat guy.
     "And so is Craig," Jason said without thinking.
     "Do you think they do stuff together. like we do?" Kevin
questioned.
     "Probably.  I asked Dad about it and he told me they were
gay. probably like us. but that it wasn't any of our business
what they did in private as long as they didn't flaunt it.  I'm
not sure what they means, but it think it means to show off."
     Jason was on the right track with what he understood, but
wasn't sure exactly what Marty had meant.  He did know they
weren't supposed to talk about it with others.
     "We're supposed to keep quiet and not talk to anybody else
because it could get all of us in trouble.  So, I had to promise
not to talk about it unless it's with you or Dad and Mom.  And
you have to promise the same because he didn't tell me I could
talk about it with you.  But you know I tell you everything,
right?" he questioned.
     "Yeah.  I won't say anything, Jase," Kevin said.
     "Good, let's go to sleep and we can talk about this more
tomorrow."
     With that, they settled down and were asleep within two
minutes.
     * * * * *
     Dale and Craig made up for lost time after they got home
from the evening at Tom and Eddie's house.  In the short time of
a week, they had learned where to push the other's buttons.  Sex
just kept getting better and better.
     After an incredible session of love making, they were
sitting against the headboard talking about the day and what
needed to be accomplished during the next week before they went
to Ft. Worth and Dallas.
     "I'm going to call my parents in the morning to find out
when we can go to their house.  I'd like to take them out to eat,
but I'm sure my mother will insist on having us at their house
and probably want to invite both of my sisters and their
boyfriends, too."
     "I'm kind of nervous about this, you know."
     "They won't bite you.  My father can be a little stiff when
you first meet him, but after he has a couple of martinis, he can
be a lot of fun.  They are going to love you and think I'm lucky
- certainly Mom will.  I think my older sister and her boyfriend
are going to announce their engagement at Christmastime.  At
least she's expecting to get a ring then.  My younger sister goes
to S.M.U. and has a new boyfriend, something that happens to her
on a regular basis."  He giggled.  "I think she sets a pretty
high standard for them, but never picks one who can actually make
that standard."
     Dale laughed.  He leaned over to give Craig a kiss.  "And
what are your standards?"
     "Hhmmm. let me think. he has to be tall, dark and handsome,
hairy, have a big dick that hasn't been mutilated, beautiful
eyes, smart, a hunk. and rich." he added, laughing.  "Those are
pretty high standards, but I think I found him - and he rides a
horse, too!"
     They both laughed until their sides ached.  Dale actually
had tears in his eyes.
     "Wow, where did you find him?  I want to go look there,
too," his eyes twinkling.  He reached over and pinched Craig on
his right tit, then gave him another kiss.  "Thanks."
     "I love you.  I didn't know how much I hated living alone
until you came along. and I don't know how I lucked out, but I
really got a jewel when I found you."
     They looked at each other, both with tears in their eyes and
locked lips, ending up sinking down in the bed, winding their
arms and legs around each other.
     "You aren't the only one who had the luck.  I think I got a
pretty good deal, too."  They kissed again.
     "Hey, fella, you're making me hard again," Craig said.
     "You don't have a monopoly on that, you know." Dale said.
     Craig moved his hand downward and was rewarded with the feel
of a big, hot cock.
     Dale massaged Craig's hardon, too.
     "I didn't think I could get it up again," he snickered.
     "You did and it is," Craig teased.
     "You made me that way," Dale said.  "And. I think I made you
that way, too."
     They lay in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness of
being with each other.
     Finally Craig sat up and scooted back against the headboard
and Dale did the same.
     "Can we talk a little bit more?" Craig asked.
     "Sure, a hardon doesn't keep me from having an intelligent
conversation - I'm just distracted."  They loved to tease each
other.
     "Well, we have the trip to the "Builder's Show" in the
planning stage.  Is there anywhere you want to go or see while we
are there?" Craig questioned.
     "No, I've never been there and I don't know that much about
either city.  I'll leave it up to you."
     "Okay.  I have a list at the office of several things I've
thought of.  I'll do some checking as to things that are
happening and see about tickets, but I'll talk to you about it
first."
     "Whatever you think will be fun will be fine with me."
     "I just realized that we don't know when each other's
birthdays are."
     "Mine is March 14th and I turned 24 on the last one."
     Craig smiled.  "Mine is September 23rd and I'll be 27."
     Dale thought for a minute.  "That's when we'll be in Ft.
Worth and Dallas."  He smiled.
"We'll have to do something pretty special for you, won't we?"
     "Just getting to be with you is plenty for me," Craig
answered.
     "Seriously, we need to do something that will make this
memorable for you and me, too."
     "You are so sweet.  I'll think about it."
     Another kiss.
     "Okay, next item.  I was looking in our closet earlier today
and except for two pair of dress slacks and a nice sport coat,
you don't have any good clothes."
     Dale started to say something.  "I ha."
     Craig indicated he wasn't through talking.  "I know you
haven't needed anything dressy up to now, but I think you and I
are going to be doing some traveling, both together and you with
the people from the Bar-W.  I don't want to spend your money, but
I think you could use a suit, another sports coat, slacks outfit
and some shirts and ties.  You look great when you dress up, but
you really need more than one outfit."
     Dale was happy that Craig cared how he looked.  He'd never
had much need for anything other than Levis and chinos of some
kind. and a few polo shirts.
     "That's fine, but only if you will go with me to pick things
out and approve of them."
     Craig was pleased to be included and that Dale didn't balk
at the idea.  "I'll be glad to go with you, but we need to do it
before the weekend so they can get them altered and we can make
sure they are okay before we leave for Ft. Worth."
     "Not a problem.  I really appreciate you doing this because
I don't know what to buy.  I had to rely on the salesman when I
bought the outfit I have to wear to the awards dinner.  When we
went to church on Sunday was only the second time I'd worn it."
     "Let's plan to take care of that tomorrow," Craig said.  "I
think I want to take you to the Gentry Shop.  Their things are a
little more expensive, but they fit better and they will alter
them later if you lose or gain weight."
     "I've always heard that only the rich people shop there,"
Dale started to say.
     "Well. I think that with our combined salaries that we can
afford to shop there.  The clothes will fit better and are made
of better cloth.  They actually last longer."
     "I'm for it.  As I said, I don't have any idea how to go
about this.  I'm glad I have you to show me the way."
     Another kiss.
     Craig wasn't a snob about things.  He simply had learned a
long time ago that extra money spent on clothes more than paid
for the difference when it came to durability and style.
     "Why don't you at least take a pair of chinos, a long sleeve
shirt and dress shoes with you tomorrow and it will make it
easier to try on suits and pants?" Craig asked.
     "Sure.  I realize that the pants would be too long if I had
boots on when they marked them."
     "That's right and it will be easier to fit a coat if you
have a shirt that's similar to a dress shirt.  The coat will hang
better on your hunky body," he teased.
     "Gottcha."  Dale was so pleased with Craig's ideas and was
willing to help him.
     "Okay, rolling along."
     Dale leaned over for another kiss.  He just couldn't resist
this blond hunk that belonged to him.  At that point in time if
Craig had told him to go play in traffic, he would have happily
complied.
     "There's more?" he teased.
     "Yes.  I'll call the women about having a sale for you
tomorrow morning."
     "Good, I guess we need to get that started, don't we?"
     "Yes, you should get a contract fof the sale tomorrow.  Let
me look it over before you sign it though.  Okay?"
     "Sure, I'm not sure I understand all the legalese.  I trust
the realtor, but I've never done anything like this before."
     "I'll be glad to look it over.  I don't know everything, but
Don wouldn't try to pull anything on you.  There shouldn't be any
problem."
     "Okay, do you know how much he's offering?" Dale asked.
     "No, I really don't but I think it will be fair.  Don needs
to buy it at a reasonable price, which will allow him to remodel
it for either rental or resale.  Properties like that house are
in demand and others are doing the same he is."
     "I know.  Some other places in the neighborhood have become
rentals and the people who bought them to live in have improved
them.  The area looks better than it used to."
     We'll look the contract over when you get it."
     Another kiss.
     "Next item."  Craig burst out laughing.
     "What's so funny?" Dale asked innocently.
     "Nothing.  It's just that we are sitting here in bed after
great sex and talking about such mundane things that we're
discussing right now."
     "Are you really interested in taking the cooking course that
Eddie and Tom took?"
     "Very definitely.  I enjoy eating out, but I know we can do
better in our own kitchen."
     "My thoughts, exactly.  I'll call in the morning.  I recall
seeing an ad in the paper, but I wasn't interested a couple of
weeks ago."
     "Go for it.  I just hope they aren't on a weekend."
     "No, I seem to remember that they met of an evening.  I'll
call in the morning."
     Another kiss.
     "Last item," Craig said as he pretended to mark a pad of
paper.
     "Whew." Dale said.
     Two kisses.
     "How many kisses do I get after we're all through?" he
teased.
     "Try me and see."
     "Let me hurry through this one then."
     Another kiss.  "Hurry up," Dale leered.
     "Did you have a good time with Tom and Eddie this evening?"
     "Yes, they seem like really nice guys and I think they will
be good people to have as friends.  They might give us some
pointers on love," Dale teased.
     "I couldn't stand it if you were a better lover," Craig
said.  It was his turn to get a kiss.
     Dale and he traded several more kisses.
     "Would you have any interest in inviting them to go on a
picnic with us?  I was thinking about having LeGourmet fix a
picnic basket for us and taking the horses and riding up to where
we went the other day.  They might enjoy it and I know I would."
     "How about we plan to do that even if they can't go?  Jason
will be on a campout and Kevin has some friends who are going to
stay with him on Friday and Saturday night.  We won't have the
problem of either of them wanting to tag along," Dale stated.
     "That would be fun.  I'll call them tomorrow, too.  I'll
have to leave a message on their answering machine because they
will both be at school, but we should know tomorrow night if they
are interested."
     "Sound like a plan to me," Dale said.  "Now, are we
through?"  He wiggled his eyebrows.
     "That's everything on the list," Craig said, reaching for
the lamp on his nightstand.
     Dale turned his light off.  They got comfortable in the bed,
then wrapped up in each other's arms.  They started kissing each
other, but sleep won out.
     * * * * *
     (to be continued)
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