Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2007 09:20:08 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Erection Ring"  Part One    by Jay Roberts      Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi

This is not a kid's story about a ring that erects beautiful buildings.
No, it's grown up porn that you might, if you are a low character, read
when you are over 18.  But, before the age of 18 you should not be here.
Go outside and run a mile.  It'll be far healthier.



My Grandfather was a gay dog.  I mean gay in the sense that you do.  He
died at the age of 75.  His death, this year, was sudden, as he was in
miraculous health up to then.  It happened on the Rivera, at Cannes.  He
was on vacation with a Freddy, his companion of the last few years.  Freddy
was a youngster of 70.  He took care of the funeral.  We certainly couldn't
take the trip there.  He also acted as executor.  And that is where I come
in.

I am 17.  Grandpa and I were really good friends.  He guessed that I might
be gay, but that was something we never discussed openly.  My dad died when
I was six years old and Grandpa, Mom's father, was the "male" influence in
my life.  Now you may wonder how the word "male" and gay grandfather goes
together.  That's because you didn't know him.  He was a very manly guy:
handsome, tall and thin, talented athlete, world traveler and
multi-millionaire.  It's funny, if you're rich, people welcome you, even if
you are gay.

Don't get any queasy ideas that Grandpa might be a perv.  He preferred guys
around his age, although with his looks and elegance, he could have had any
one he wanted.

Grandpa was sexually active.  How do I know this?  Freddy when drunk once
told me that Hilton (that's Grandpa) was a randy horse, always pressing for
sex at least once a day.  Viagra?  Maybe, I thought until my inheritance.

Yes money.  Mom was his only child, the result of an early marriage.  She
inherited half of the estate and I the other half, except my half was in
trust until I reached twenty-one.  But I could "invade" the trust with the
approval of the bankers if I really needed something like college tuition
and a car.  The car I needed badly as Mom didn't drive.  My need was for a
yellow convertible Mustang.  It is renown for it's "pickup" (get it.)  I
was just getting into a little peripheral sex with a couple of kids from
school.  You know, sex light, a little mutual mainly; all I wanted to
handle at seventeen.  But when I drive this car into the student parking, I
will suddenly have lots of friends.

I forgot to tell you about the other thing I inherited.  It was a beautiful
Chinese box.  A big one, about the size of a medium sized suitcase.  It was
decorated with scenes of Chinese gentlemen with erections. Naturally I
didn't keep it in the living room.  Inside was his collection of old
pornography from the forties and fifties.  Very interesting.  I noted that
they had cocks back then.  But the most interesting item was a small velvet
box with my name on it in silver letters: "Tom"....that's me, sorry I
didn't mention it earlier.  Inside the box was a ring I had seen and
admired many times on Grandpa's finger.  There was also a note to me.  I
don't know when he wrote this.  His handwriting was beautiful, almost like
artwork.  "Tom this ring has made my life fun.  Enjoy it."

The ring was gold, the circle was formed by two male figures engaged in 69,
but that was hard to recognize that unless you studied the ring.  Mom
missed seeing that.  The top had a brilliant blue stone, a cabochon.  The
bezel around the stone was etched with writing, maybe Greek, but definitely
not readable.  I decided, against my mother's wishes to wear it every day.
She was afraid I'd lose it.  Then again she wanted me to see a jeweler and
have it made to my size.  That turned out to be unnecessary as it fit my
ring finger perfectly.  This was strange because I have thick fingers and
Grandpa was had very thin fingers.  Oh well, just one of the many mysteries
surrounding him.

The ring was magical.  It was a homo's greatest fantasy, to be visibly
desired.  You know, if you want to have sex with someone and his cock is
lying there like a dead fish, you know it ain't gonna happen; he's either
uninterested in you or terminally straight.

I got an example of what the ring could do the first day I drove the new
car to school.  Up to then, I just thought it was an interesting piece of
jewelry and came from my favorite relative.  As I parked, Joe's yellow
Corvette slid in next to me.  Now Joe is one of my
do-it-in-the-shower-in-the-morning fantasies.  "Hey," he called.  "Hot
car."  This was outstanding because he never spoke to me before, even
thought our lockers were near each other.  I'm speaking of gym lockers.
You know where studs get undressed and drive you crazy.

Now I am one of the kids who lives under the radar.  I get B's.  This is
good because no one offers me tutoring after school.  It's also good
because I don't get called out in assembly for scholastic merit cards.
Physically I am also a "B".  I look like at least one hundred other guys in
school.  You know, conservative haircut, even features, slim, pleasant look
on my face....nothing special.  I do have a nice cock, but haven't got to
use it a lot.  Joe on the other hand is a stud.  He's got real blond curly
hair, long dark lashes...yes some blondes do have them.....succulent lips,
marine blue eyes and a smile that may be presently contributing to global
warming although Al Gore didn't mention it in his film.  He is also a
three-letter man and his six-foot, 170 pound, muscular, smooth, polished
Greek athlete's body shows it.

"I wish you lots of luck with the new car," said Joe in his husky jock
voice.  He reached out his hand, the curly blond hair on his arms glinting
in the sun, and shook my hand.

"Ouch!"  I said loudly, like a wimp, because his hand crushed the two
fingers on each side of my ring.  I looked down at my fingers.  The blue
stone was glowing.

Joe also looked down because I was shaking my stinging hand.  "That's a
great looking ring.  Where'd you get it?"  Then he sort of bent slightly at
his waist and let out a long moaning "OOOOOH" sound.  He reached quickly
for his crotch and pulled the fabric out about six inches.  I know that
gesture, his dick was caught in his underwear briefs.  But when he released
the fabric, his basketballs shorts stood out.  Joe was experiencing a fine,
big boy's, three letter hard on.  He blushed so cutely I began to harden up
a bit, but not like Joe's baseball bat.  "Geez, I don't know what came over
me.  I got a stiff one.  I better get into the can and stroke it off."

I am not usually quick, but this time, inflamed with interest in Joe's
condition I found myself saying, "Joe friend.  I have a tissue dispenser in
the car.  Step in.  You better take care of it right away.  You can't walk
across the quad with that."

His face was charmingly blushed.  (Oh, be still my heart.)  He fixed me
with his rust colored brown eyes.  He stared a bit and then seemed to come
to a decision.  "Tom, you are gay, aren't you?  I heard it around."

"Maybe a little bit." I said meekly.  What I should have said was that he
was a hunk who needed help and I was the fag to do it.

He opened the car door and sat pppyon the passenger side waiting and
rubbing his crotch.  I got in.  "Tom, rub me off and get tissues ready.  We
only have ten minutes before the late bell."

He slid down his basketball shorts.  They have no fly.  His pale blue boxer
shorts were exposed.  He fished into the opening and withdrew a beautiful
penis.  Nice pale white pink with a bright red bulb.  I could make out a
faint blue vein running along the shaft.  "Get busy twink!"

I reached out my stubby fingers and took hold of the cock.  It was so hot,
it almost burned me.  I noticed that there was a bubble of syrupy cum at
the piss hole and I took my thumb and slushed it around.  That produced a
manly three-letter grunt from Joe.  He moved the seat incline back and
lowered his head against the headrest and closed his eyes.  "Enough
examination.  Fuck me with your hand."

I slid up and down gently, my palm just grazing his cock.  As I came up and
gave a few extra hits just below his cock head.  He was enjoying this,
humming sweetly.  What a guy!  But then his true bossy nature came up
again.  "Tom, you're driving me crazy.  Take a tighter grip.  Make believe
it's a baseball bat.  Move quicker."

Of course he thinks I know how to hold a baseball bat.  Anyway I did
tighten up and I began to move faster, shagging him rapidly.  Oh boy, this
was his cup of tea.  He began moaning steadily.  I looked at his handsome
face.  It didn't look so handsome now as his eyes were scrunched, his mouth
was puffed out in a silent "OOH" and the tip of his tongue was showing.  I
continued.  My hand was getting tired, I switched hands.  Then he started
raising his hips in a slow fuck motion.  Now he was making singing noises.
"Get the tissue ready, I'm goin' spooge soon."

It wasn't "soon".  His timing was off.  It was now!  Oh man how that boy
could cum.  He filled the handful of tissue and a little spilled over onto
my wrist.  I hope he didn't see me lick it, but I did.  It was pretty
decent tasting.

He rested a minute and composed his face into the old Joe, a slight smile
and his eyes big.  "That was hot kiddo.  Maybe we should get together again
sometime.  Do you suck?"

"Not yet.  I'm willing to try.  Let me know when if good for you and
where."

He patted my check in a paternal way.  "You're really interested, huh?
I'll tell you when it is convenient for me and you'll take orders from me
and do what I want."  He opened the door and was gone.

Well it was quite a start to the day.  I never thought I'd be handling my
favorite hunk's cock, but there you go, it happened.  But as far as
becoming a slave boy for Mr.Wonderful, I'd have to think that out.

What about the ring?  Did it glow?  Did it affect Joe, make him get hard?
Lots to think about.

The first three periods went their usual boring way and then came my
favorite period, swimming.  I didn't swim.  I got a doctor's note saying I
was allergic to chlorine and I just sat out the double period.  Get this,
the boys swam naked.  It had something to do with health rules about
bathing suits.  Consequently I got to watch the parade of boys in my grade,
their great variety of cocks and balls on display, not to mention chests
and asses.  My mouth formed a nasty grin as I decided to experiment.  I
pointed the ring toward the boys at the moment they were all lined up about
to make their entry dive.  I pressed the blue stone.  The ring lit up.  It
wasn't a steady glow, but rather quick on and off like a rock show.  I
heard sounds coming from the lined up boys.  I could see clearly that their
penises were rising into nice upward erections.  Some cupped their hands
over their hard ons, others bent over to block the view.  Some (my kind of
guys) turned around and checked out the other guys).  The coach blew his
whistle repeatedly.  I don't know what that was going to do.  He put his
megaphone up to his lips.  "You lousy perverts.  Don't you ever come into
my pool in such a disgraceful condition.  You are all dismissed.  Get the
hell out of here."

One of the boys said innocently: "Coach, look, your dick is hard too."

That didn't get received well and that boy received a failing grade that he
would have a difficult time explaining to mom and dad.

At cafeteria period the story had gotten all over school.  Everyone was
talking about it.  I paid attention to eating my meal and keeping my eyes
down.  "Hey" a voice called.  It was Joe standing in front of me.  "You
have anything to do with that stuff at the swimming pool?"

"Me?"

"Who else am I looking at?  While I'm slumming here, I want to call off any
further meeting with you.  I really don't like that queer stuff.  Keep
outta my way girlie."

That last insult was too much.  I surreptitiously press the ring crown from
under the table. I could see by Joe's face that it had an effect on him.
He made some loud grunts.  Now I know the power worked right through the
wood table.  You might say it went through wood and caused wood.  Joe was
talking fast.  "Yeah, well, maybe we might, you know, basically try and do
it at my place after school at 4:00,"

"You mean," I said demurely, "Like, you know, basically a date.  You and
me?"

"Yeah, just don't talk so much about it."

Well school was over at 3:30.  As I came down the stairs I could see Joe's
Corvette pulling out.  I strolled to my car.  I knew where Joe lived, not
to far from my house, actually.  I got in my beauty car, gunned it because
at seventeen that is what you are expected to do.  I gave mom a message on
her cell phone that I'd be home in time for dinner, that I was studying
with a friend.  Yeah, right, studying how to seduce a jock.

I rang the doorbell at Joe's house.  It was a real mansion.  He came to the
door.  He frown at me like he didn't want to see me.  Reluctantly he held
the door open for me and motioned for me to follow him downstairs to the
finished basement.

"I'm sorry I asked you.  I'm not up for this stuff.  I'm straight.  I am a
girl fucker.  Now should anything happen and I don't think it will 'cause
I'm goin' kick you out shortly, it has to be just between the two of us.
If I find out that anyone in school hears of this, I will literally cut off
your balls and hang them on your locker."

"Whew, you're really mad about something.  Don't blame me if you're the one
who gets these major hard ons and begs me to help you."  During that
speech, Joe's face got redder and madder.  I think he would have punched me
out right there if I didn't press the top of my magic straight boy decoder
ring.  His hand jumped down to the bottom button of his vintage jeans.
There was lots of pushing of penis against the heavy denim and poor Joe
broke out in a sweat on his unlined noble forehead.

I decided to take advantage of his confusion.  I assumed a stern and
resonant voice.  "Joe, get undressed, you need the relief that only the
master can provide."

Now you have to realize that Joe, like so many jocks have been trained in
two directions: one, to be aggressive, and two, to take coach's orders.
Joe is on three teams.  He is over trained.  Then also, his father is a
tough retired general.  Poor Joe-Joe, he gets it from both ends.  (Not
actually, but maybe I......)

Joe is accustomed to getting undressed for sports.  Sometime later, Joe
confessed to me that he loves the smell of sports.  "I love the way my
uniforms smell, the smell of other jocks stuff piled on benches.  I love my
own funky smell and wish I didn't have to shower each time."

In a moment Joe was naked.  Of course I have seen his sculptured body many
times in the locker room, but I did see his penis in the car, but I was too
rattled to really study it.  Joe is one of those dressers and undressers
who do it with the towel still tied.  It's quite a trick and is very
disappointing to me.  But today his three-letter organ is just behind the
barrier of his cupped hands of modesty.

"Joe," I intoned, "Take your hands away.  How can I make you feel good if
you are all covered up?"

I said this as I removed my own clothes.  His eyes widened as my ample cock
flopped down and rested on my dangling balls.  His own sport's equipment
was now out in the open and flexing and ready for action.  He was
circumcised and long and thin.  His dome-shipped cock-head was already
dripping. There was still some fight in the kid as he growled, "Okay fairy
boy, I'm in my ready-to-be-sucked uniform.  Let's start the game."

Yeah, this was a game.  This was a game I am going to win.  I gave the ring
another push and Joe's cock stiffened even more and was lying right against
his belly button.  "Lie on the bed and relax and enjoy," I told him
enticingly.

He lay on his back, he put his arms behind his hand, his knees slightly
flexed, the classic straight boy waiting for a blow job.  "No hand job this
time.  Get serious and get your mouth ready."

I breathed on his hard dick.  He moaned slightly and lowered his knees and
separated his legs for me.  I breathed again and he reacted with almost a
sob of breath.  "Stop the fucking around.  Get to it."

"You want it real bad don't you.  What would you do to get my wet, hot
mouth around your prick, sucking and licking you into a seven-spurt cum?"

He looked at me.  "You want money?'

"No I want something that means more to me than money.  I want you to just,
for a minute, lick my dick.  Then I'll go to work on you.  Just a minute of
it.  You're a brave boy, you can do it I know."

"Just one lick?  Then you'll do me?"

He signed several times.  The conflict between his brain and cock showed in
his face, as he screwed his lips around and frowned mightily.  What a
cutey.  I longed to kiss those puffy lips, but that would be a pleasure to
be deferred for now.  Finally he didn't respond verbally, but his body told
the story.  He sat up and on the bed.  I stood before him.  I was hard as I
have ever been.  His nose twitched.  He began to smell me.  I hadn't
showered today and have been sweating with nerves.  He began to breathe
heavily.  Oh boy, Joey is getting hypnotized by my funkiness.  I lifted my
arms and let my pit fragrance surround us.  He took my cock in his hand and
stared at it like a snake charmer.  His mouth was watering from my personal
perfume.  He stuck out his tongue.  You know, I never paid much attention
to tongues, they're just sometime there in people's mouths, but Joe's
tongue was a prince among tongues.  It was wide and long, smooth and pink;
a human oral carpet of potential joy.  He took that specimen tongue and
gave a quick lick on the head of my dick.  Ooh, good, good, good.  I
restrained myself from screaming out so as not to scare him.  The taste
produced a reverential hum by him and buzzed me.  He licked again.  He was
now taking deep breaths.

I felt it was time to help him find his destiny.  "Joey, take my cock into
your mouth!"

He looked up at me and sighed like a bellows.  "Tom, I want to do it, but
this has to be a secret between us and you have to do me also."

"Yeah, yeah," I told him impatiently.  "Your work is cut out for you.  Do
it!"

No more procrastinating.  He leaned forward and opened his mouth wide and
enveloped my eager cock and swilled saliva over it and that magnificent
tongue began sweeping over the sensitive surface.  He continued his sort of
humming sound of his own pleasure as he began sucking in earnest.  Up and
down, tongue swirling hands now finding my sensitive balls.  By now his
nose was enjoying the odor from my hairy pubes.  He was working me on all
cylinders to make me spurt.  I was holding on from cumming by just a small
thread of will power.  It was too good to end, but his inexpert sucking was
such a highly charged effect that I knew that by the time his vacuuming
mouth made one more trans-cock journey that I would be helpless to stop the
inevitable.  "I'm going to cum Joe.  If you don't want it in your mouth,
you better stop now."

He just grunted and speeded up his efforts.  I went into automatic fucking
of his mouth and he held my hips and took it all.  With a strangled cry I
began shooting.  I always had lots of spooge when I jerked off, but this
was twice the usual amount.  He sucked it up and swallowed it all, moaning
through his nose.

Finally I got too sensitive to stand his hot mouth any more.  I pressed
against his forehead and pushed him off me.  "I guess it's your turn now
Joe."

"I, er, maybe later," he said turning red in the face and chest.  He
pointed down, his cock was wet and on the sheet below was a pool of
three-letter jock cum.

"Wow, you really like sucking don't you."

He hung his head.  I picked up his chin with the fine cleft in it.  "You
got a virgin with me.  I've never been sucked and I know you never sucked
so we both had fun together.  Thanks for great time."  I leaned forward and
put my lips against his.  At first nothing happened and I felt foolish
hanging there, faintly tasting my own sperm.  Then he threw his arms around
me and kissed back.  Now Joe had plenty of experience kissing.  He pushed
his tongue in my mouth and got me dizzy with his technique.  We must have
kissed and found other things to do like stroking our nipples and Joe
licked my pits. Finally he said, "Tommy babe, it's getting late.  I just
have to get dressed and we'll take up where we left off.  You have to go,
otherwise in a minute we'll be back doing some other sex thing."

As we were dressing I told him that there were many other things we can do.
Let's plan on meeting here tomorrow.  He agreed, but then he said, "Now
Tom, don't look all cow eyed at me in school.  Let's keep this between us."

End Part One

Well how will Joe react when he learns that he was seduced by a magic ring.
I can't imagine what other sexual things they might do....can you?  What
about other guys learning about their exploits?  Hold on to your cock, but
don't move your hand until part two.