Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 19:10:26 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 12

PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 12

Dear readers and friends.  I say "friends" because so many
guys have written me during the course of posting chapters
to this story.  Some have written back and forth to me two
or three times and I have developed a real e-mail
friendship with them.

I am putting PART 12 in the form of a letter because it
will be the last chapter for reasons I will explain later.
Yet, I do not want to end things abruptly, so I will
cover, in an abbreviated fashion, all that has happened in
Solomon Hills up to the date of this writing - December
15, 2003.  Actually, there is a second reason for brevity
- neither Lee nor I have met any new friends so I have
described all of the friends with whom we have had male
intercourse, down to the intimate details of the sexual
encounters. Then, too, there gets to be a pattern between
sex partners.  They tend to repeat each time that which
excites them the most and gives them their greatest
satisfaction.

I want to qualify that last statement about patterns and
satisfactions where Lee and Mark are concerned.  They are
young sex fiends and are always coming up with something
new and different to either please or torment.  Maybe they
are correct.  Variety is a good thing.  And if an
experiment doesn't work - just try something different
next time.

By the end of August, Kurt, Nate, Lee and I had managed to
finish Lee's grandfather's house and were about 3
Saturdays of work away from finishing Nate and Kurt's; it
was finished sufficiently, though, that they had moved in.
We cleaned and polished the furniture from Lee's house in
the garage and had an auction from which he made a
surprising amount of money.

Kurt told us not to list the house with the town's sole
realtor because he also sold life insurance and his real-
estate business was a sideline to which he gave little
effort.  So, we just ran advertisements in the local
newspaper as well as in papers in several adjacent towns.
One evening we got a call and arranged to show the house
the next afternoon after school was closed.  The house
sold to the first couple that looked at it - an elderly
farmer and his wife who wanted to move to town and leave
the farming to a son and daughter-in-law who had been
living with them.  Again, Lee made a sum that more than
justified the expenditure of money and labor that we had
expended. He was one happy teenager.  I was happy about
it, too.

By the way, before I forget, Lloyd Smith showed us Lee's
farm properties.  He recommended renewing all existing
leases but advised us not to sell any of the properties.

Besides the work on the two houses, I had grandma's yard
enclosed with a tan colored, concrete block wall and had a
concrete floor poured under a roof extension to the garage
that she had erected a number of years ago but never got
around to putting a floor under the roof to complete the
project as a covered patio.  There was a door from the
back Entrance to the patio and there was a gate out to the
driveway so we could get a lawn mower into the area.

On Kurt's advice, I had him install a doorbell so that
when anyone rang the front or back door bells we'd hear it
out on the patio.  Thus the gate from the patio to
driveway was inaccessible to visitors - preventing
unexpected interruptions.  All visitors had to enter
through the house.  It was money well spent.  Kurt, Nate,
Lee and I did a lot of evening and weekend partying out
there before the weather turned cold.  We had a lot of
fun, naked most of the time; sometimes one of us would get
overly horny looking at cocks and give everyone blowjobs.

Mark Anderson and both Pete and Lloyd Smith joined us
frequently.  One night the front door bell repeated rang.
I went to answer the door and it was Pete Smith,
completely stoned. Kurt helped me bring him out to the
patio.  I made coffee but nothing seemed to help him.
Kurt and I dragged him up the stairs and Lee and I played
with his dick for several hours before going to sleep.

The real bomb of the year came just before school was
scheduled to resume in September.  Carl Kruger abruptly
resigned and left town for a new job.  The school board
had an emergency meeting to select a replacement.  There
was no time to advertise the vacancy and interview
applicants.  The end result, to my utter astonishment was
that they selected me as Temporary Principal until school
resumed after the Christmas/New Year Holiday, or until
January 2, 2004.

Their explanation was the teaching staff said they all
respected me and told the board I had a good rapport with
the students.  As well as I knew John Anderson, I didn't
know he was President of the School Board and have
wondered what part he played in my selection.  But, the
end result was that I have been far busier than I was the
last school year.  I miss the classroom environment but do
enjoy settling the disputes occurring between teachers and
students.  One day a teacher sent Chris Martin to the
office over a dispute about his conduct in her classroom.
To discipline him, I told him to lock the door.  I pushed
my chair back from the desk; he unzipped my pants and gave
me a mid-morning blowjob.  He was a talented cocksucker,
especially so when you considered his age.  He didn't
spill one drop on my pants and departed with thanking me
for my fairness toward him.

Mark Anderson talked his dad out of making him go to
college - at least for one year.  I think his dad will
demand he go next year.  So, he was still around and came
over to the house at least once a week, usually on a
Friday or Saturday evening, to spent the night in bed with
us, me in the middle with a cute, sexy, oversexed boy on
each side.

The basement became a hang out place the minute the
weather turned cold in Fall.  I worried, as I had last
year, that the neighbors would start complaining about the
situation, but the boys parents, the teachers and everyone
else that knew about it accepted it for what it was - a
place for the high school boys to hang out with friends -
a place that had adult supervision (some anyway).  Summer
2002 neither Lee nor I had a vacation (of course we were
not really dad and son until the last week in August).
Then the Summer of 2003 slipped by and we still hadn't
gone anyplace together.  So, I have booked a Caribbean
cruise during Christmas vacation.  Lee doesn't know about
it yet - thought it would be nice surprise to spring on
him the day before the vacation started.
So, for the last time - I want to thank you for reading my
story.  Don't worry about Lee and I.  We're going to be
together for a long time.

Read something recently that I thought was pretty neat:
"The past is history.  The future is a mystery.  Today is
a gift; that's why they call it the present."

My wish for you is a Happy Holiday and a Happy Everyday.

Love ya, Jase