Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 13:10:02 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 11

PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 11

As was obvious, I screwed up in submitting Part 10.  You have
to send submittals to Nifty in Dos text with Layout.  Guess
that is where I messed up.  Rather than rewrite it, I'm just
going to continue with PART 11.

Friday morning, Mark's dad called and wanted him to come home
for the weekend, so Lee and I took him home.  The others
decided to leave so they could use the weekend to rest up
before returning to their classes.  Before leaving, everyone
pitched in' stripped the beds and ran a few loads through the
washer and dryer.  They loaded and ran the dishwasher, took the
kitchen trash out to the trash cans, cleaned the kitchen and
baths, ran the vacuum and left the house looking as clean and
neat as when they had arrived.

They all thanked me and Jon wanted my telephone number and
mailing address as well as my e-mail address.

Once every one was out the door, Lee said, "Now we know how
college students spend their Spring Breaks - eating and
fucking."  That summed it up quite accurately.
I replied, "Frankly, even though I enjoyed it, I don't think I
could take another one."

"I enjoyed it, too, Jase, in a way.  At least, two good things
came out of it for me.  First, I really came to realize that,
eventhough they were for the most part great guys, there is no
body that could ever compare to you or take your place.  The
second one was that I've decided Mark Anderson isn't such a bad
guy, after all."

"On both things, I agree.  I feel totally the same about you,
Lee; you're the only person in the world that I've ever met
that I can truthfully say I love.  Lee, you truly mean
everything to me.  Then, too, I'm glad you've decided to like
Mark.  All of our friends here in town are good people, and
good friends; everyone needs friends.  On the subject of
liking, I'll confess I find Paul Bradley hard to like and I
found Pete's roommate, Allen, also hard to like.  I know you've
have to "Love thy neighbor as thyself" but the Bible doesn't
say you have to like everyone."

Smiling, Lee asked, "Are you justifying yourself, again, so you
won't have a guilty conscience?"

"Smartass, if you're going to start throwing my words back at
me, I'm not going to tell you anymore of my pearls of wisdom.
Besides, as you know - everyone likes a little ass now and then
but nobody likes a smartass.  So be careful."

"Well, since they left the house pretty spotless, I'd like to
go back to bed and catch up on some sleep."  So, off we went.
We hadn't put clean sheets back on yet, so we just took off our
shoes and lay down atop the comforter.  As usual, Lee reached
over and grabbed my arm; I wrapped it around him and put my
hand in his armpit.  We awoke about l PM.  When we woke up we
were in exactly the same position as when we had gone to bed.

We had a quiet week and it was the next Friday night that Kurt
and Nate came over.  They took us out to eat and when we
returned home, Kurt said he had some things he wanted to talk
over with us.  The first was that he and Nate had decided to
make their relationship a permanent thing.  The second was
related to the first - there had been a house for sale for over
eight months that hadn't sold because it was over priced.  The
owner had moved and had given Kurt his new address and phone
number in case the real-estate agent that had the house listed
should call and tell him something needed repair - plumbing -
some kid had thrown a rock through a window, that sort of
stuff.  So Kurt called him and told him an amount that he would
give for the house, suggested he take it off the market and let
it stand a couple of months so there would be no realtor fees
involved for selling it.  The owner agreed to Kurt's offer.
Kurt had been in the house several times before, drew a sketch
of the floor plan and described the house to us.

I remarked, "It sounds a lot like this house."

"It is, Jase, if you take away the upstairs and add a second
bath in the basement, which is not finished to the degree that
yours is."

This brought him to the last topic of his things to tell us.

"Jase and Lee, I have an idea I want you to consider.  It is,
if you guys were to help Nate and me with this house I've
bought - do the same sort of things you did to this place,
while I finish the basement to a better degree than it is, I'll
help you do the same sort of stuff to Lee's grandfather's house
next door.  Believe me, Lee would make enough more in selling
it fixed up to more than justify the cost of the work."

The part about Charles Dalton's house threw me.  Lee never
wanted to talk about it.  I had been going over once a day
checking to see if the furnace was working, as I didn't want
the plumbing freezing.   And, every month, I had paid the water
and electrical bills.  I held my breath, I knew Lee had some
sort of hang up about the house; he had never been in the house
after the day he moved all his stuff over here.   I just hoped
and prayed that he would be the first to respond to Kurt's
proposition.

Lee must have understood my silence, as he said, "I know we've
got to do something with gramps' house.  Jase, if you think we
can get more money out of it by fixing it up I'm for it.  It
sure needs some sprucing up."

I could have grabbed him right then and there and given him a
big kiss, but I didn't; instead I replied that I was too new
here to know much about property values and the availability of
housing, but I trusted Kurt - I knew he wouldn't misguide us.

I did ask Kurt what he thought we would be into in the way of
expense and he explained that we would be trading our labors
with each other, so the only monetary consideration for Lee and
me was the material costs on the Dalton house, which he
couldn't put a figure on until he saw the property again - it
had been a few years since he had installed replacement windows
and done some other things to the house.

This resulted in agreeing that tomorrow, Saturday, he and Nate
would come over and the four of us would go through the house
and make a list of what we would need to do.

For reasons both Lee and I well knew, when we went to bed on
the nights after we had spent evenings with Kurt and Nate, we
were pretty well horned up.
Ever since he had worked together with us last summer on my
grandma's house we had both had the hots for him as I've
mentioned before - watching him piss while leaving the door
open. Then, the night he fucked me and the night he witnessed
Lee and I having sex before introducing us to the club had
magnified our sexual attraction to him.  The end result was
that we usually had hot sex together.

I was the first to get into bed.  Lee dawdled around in the
Bathroom until I was about to get out of bed to see if he was
all right, when he asked me if I could come to the Bathroom.
When I opened the door, I thought - what the fuck?  There were
candles along the back rim of the washbasin and all over the
toilet tank.  Lee was stark naked, standing against the far
wall.

"What's all this about?"

"Get on your knees and look at me."

We both needed haircuts again.  He stood there, freshly out of
the shower, his damp hair combed and his beautiful body, thin
and pale skinned, was dimly lit by the light from the candles.
His boy penis was erected and sticking out from between his
spread apart legs and, being so, his testicles were in full
view. He was so beautiful that I dropped to my knees and
reached out to touch his genitals.  He stopped me.

"Don't touch.  Just look."

"What are you trying to do?  Make me hot or drive me crazy?"

"Maybe a little of both - hot and crazed for sex."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I already told you that - just look.  Then, when I tell you
to, I want you to get back into bed, in the middle and with
your legs spread wide apart."

I was already so excited and my cock was so fucking hard that I
started jacking it.

"Don't do that or I wont play with you anymore tonight!"

"Sorry."

"You should be.  Daddies shouldn't masturbate in front of their
boys.  That's being nasty."

Shit, where had the little fucker gotten the idea for this
charade?  I knew he had become sort of buddy-buddy with Mark,
but his last remark had a little ring of Allen's B&D talk to
it. Where ever or what ever, I didn't mind going along with it.
Despite his chastisement of my jacking myself in front of him,
he proceeded to play with his penis and reach around and finger
his asshole, moving away from the wall until his cockhead was
what must have been a fraction of an inch from my lips.  I
opened my mouth but he wouldn't let me suck on it.  Finally he
told me to go to bed.

I knew he was blowing out the candles as the light in the
Bathroom decreased bit by bit.  He came over to the bed
carrying a single candle, which he placed on one of the
nightstands. He entered the bed from the foot and spread his
legs over my body.  He rubbed his cock over each eye, over each
side of my nose, over my lips and behind each earlobe.  The he
moved down to rub it over each nipple. It must have been in his
hand when he entered the bed because the next thing he did was
to start unrolling a condom over my cock.

"Why are you putting a rubber on me?

"Because I've never put one on a cock before and I want to see
what your 8-inch fucker would look like with one on."  With
that he put my sheathed cock into his mouth.  (I don't
recommend blowjobs through condoms - too much of the feeling is
lost.)  I guess it was not what he thought it would be either
as he soon unrolled it, rolled it on again and then unrolled it
off again before tossing it on the floor.

"Lee, are we going to have sex or are you just going on forever
with this foreplay?"

"I don't know.  I hope we have sex.  But, for now, I just want
to see how hot I can get you."

With that he began not rubbing his penis over my body but dry
fucking my body, behind my ears, my armpits, atop my nipples
and between my legs.

"God, Lee, you've got to stop or its going to be too late to
have sex with me.  You've got me so close to shooting that
it'll soon be over with for me."

He bent down, took my cock into one of his hands and guided it
into his mouth.  He damn near took the whole thing this time -
he gave me one hell of a blowjob.  Again he mounted me.  He was
hot, too, and didn't have much time left.  He put the head of
his cock into my mouth and jacked off.  Just before he
ejaculated he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot off in
his hand, rubbed his cum all over his cock and told me to clean
both the palm of his hand and his cock with my tongue.

I had gone to bed thinking I'd fuck him, but he had different
ideas.  I had never seen him so hooked on erotic foreplay.   It
was OK though, he enjoyed it and I had to admit that I did,
too.  And, I'd stick my dick up his ass before morning anyway.

Kurt came by the next day about 10AM and the three of us went
over to Charles Dalton's house.  My two chief concerns were the
woodwork and the fact that several rooms had cracked ceilings
that showed through the wallpaper.  Kurt suggested furring the
ceilings in all rooms except the Kitchen and Baths, then
attaching acoustical tiles (not the kind with holes, but the
new ones with a pattern suggesting sprayed on acoustical
material.  He explained the furring strips would even help
strengthen the old, plaster ceilings.

On the woodwork, including doors, he suggested we use the
furniture refinisher he had given me for my grandma's furniture
and then apply a semi-gloss varnish.  He thought the high gloss
varnish the woodwork now had was too old fashioned.

We also agreed to new kitchen cabinets, new wallpaper, new
carpeting in the Living and Dining Rooms, new vinyl flooring in
the Kitchen and Baths, sanding the bedroom floors, new paint in
both the interior and exterior.  A couple of things got added
when we went to the large garage/storage building by the alley
and as the work progressed.
When we unlocked and opened the garage doors Kurt flipped.
Charles had a large Chevy pickup - not new but with only 12,000
miles showing on the odometer.  I remarked that Lee was
studying for his driver's license and it would make a good
truck for him.

Lee answered, that since I still had my old car and always
drove my grandma's he thought he'd be happier with my old car
as it would take less gas.  So this resulted in Kurt buying it
- $2,500 dollars above Blue Book because of the low mileage and
overall condition.

Back home, Lee told me he'd really had fun working with me on
my grandma's house last summer and thought it would be fun
again.  He liked being so close to me all the time - eventhough
I taught at school, it was different as we didn't get to see
each other that much during the day.

School ended and Lee got his final report card.  I guess one of
the most gratifying results of his living with me was the
extent to which his grades had improved during the year.  His
counselor said the same thing when the both of us went to see
her for our final session.  Mark and Matt Anderson continued
dropping by even after school ended and so did Robbie and
Chris.

In fact, Mark had treated the roofs on the farm building the
same as Charles' roof had been treated but was due for a new
coat - raw linseed oil mixed with graphite.  Even though the
shingle roof was old it was in remarkable condition though
using this mix on it occasionally.  Mark, therefore, helped Lee
coat the roof and it turned out beautiful - black as midnight.
He also had long ladders, roof jacks and long handled rollers
that were needed for the work.

So things didn't get too piece meal, we worked on Kurt and
Nate's house one week and on gramp's the next.  When we made
trips to Hays for stuff, Lee and I went when we needed to
choose new light fixtures (one of the changes as we
progressed).  Kurt and Nate went if they had to select
something.  Kurt went alone if lumber was involved.

When Kurt and Nate went, the truck couldn't have been more than
a block down the street before Lee started locking doors and
hustling me into one of the bathrooms or the hall, where nobody
could see us from the windows.  He was really becoming a
tremendous cocksucker and I loved having him get my rocks off.
It was fun.  Eventhough our hands were dirty or covered with
spots of paint and our bodies were sweaty from working indoors,
our genitals were clean and we were eager for sex, eventhough,
most of the time, we had just made love when we woke up in the
morning.

When we were hanging wallpaper, Lee cut the rolls into proper
lengths, allowing for matching the pattern, pasted the paper
and passed it up to me.  This was faster and saved me a lot of
trips up and down the ladder.  The little prick could be
irritating though, as when one time he climbed a couple of
steps up the ladder, reached up the leg of my shorts and
smeared cold, wallpaper paste all over my dick.  I got him for
that, though, I got him good the minute we were in bed that
night.

I mentioned before that Chris Martin and Robbie often dropped
by either at our house or at gramps'.  One Sunday afternoon,
Chris hollered through the screen door and I got up to unlock
it.  I'll tell you right now that it is my opinion that a small
in stature, teen age boy who is sniffing around for cock just
has to be one of the most exciting, most beautiful things in
the world.  Chris was shy but at the same time you could see a
bulge in his shorts (I told you before that he had a near man-
sized cock for his age)
It was obvious he wanted a big cock in his mouth but his
shyness got in his way to the extend that he didn't know what
to say or how to act.  He was so fucking cute.

I hollered for Lee, telling him Chris was here.  Lee's
appearance only added to Chris' discomfort.  Lee and I both
liked Chris.  I don't think anybody could possibly dislike the
boy.  Neither of us looked at having sex with him as whoring
around.  He was new to the game and, at this moment just needed
some sex. If the three of us did things together it wasn't like
we were cheating on one another.   He had turned to Lee and I
to help him.  That in itself was a sign of trust and was really
quite flattering.  So I decided to begin our helping process by
groping Chris' bulge and saying, "Looks like that needs some
TLC.  I think that calls for everyone to drop their shorts."

Lee and I both knew from watching Chris suck on Jon's big cock
during the Spring Break week, that he was infatuated with man
cocks, so Lee, graciously suggested that Chris suck my 8 inches
and he would suck Chris at the same time.  I said before that
Chris was sniffing for Cock.  I think that was an
understatement.  He went after me so fast and furious I knew he
was literally starved for cock.  As a consequence I soon shot
my load.  Realizing what he had accomplished made his follow
suit.

Poor Lee was the only one who hadn't cum.  Chris and I took
turns to quickly remedy that situation.

When the three of us were spent, Chris didn't want us to put
our pants back on.  He pleased with us to stay naked below the
waist.  He just wanted to look at is and hold our flaccid cocks
in his hand.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sorry to have been so long in writing Part 11 - will try to
expedite Part 12

All responses will be appreciated and answered