Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2003 20:35:53 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 6

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PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 6

That afternoon, in school, my mind reflected back on the discussion Lee and
I had in bed.  I would have no trouble staying out of boy's love holes and
I knew that he would keep his promise about not getting fucked by anyone
except me.  But, something seemed to be troubling me.  It was petty, in a
way - I hadn't touched one penny of Charles' estate; Lee and I had lived on
my salary and the income from the rental of my parents' house in Alliance
and their estate.  Furthermore, I didn't intend to touch Lee's inheritance.
He was my adopted son, I was responsible for him, and I fully intended to
meet my parental obligations. But, by God, he was going to pay, too!  I
wanted more oral sex than I was getting and I was going to get it and at
the same time improve his cock sucking abilities.  It was time he learned
to take the whole thing - the whole 8 inches.

And, frankly, I felt he owed it to me, just like a woman owed it to her
husband to do whatever was necessary to keep him happy, because, in
essence, that was what our relationship was.

So, at the close of my Modern History class, I made eye contact with Lee
and signaled him that I wanted to say something to him on his way out of
the classroom.  He lingered in collecting his books so he would be the last
one out.

"Hi, you want to tell me something?"

"Yea, I do.  You're going to get it this evening; even before we go to
bed."

"Are you hot?"

"Yes I'm hot and you're going to take care of it."

I didn't want to lay it on Lee in the same way I had mulled it over in my
mind, so after the last of the boys had left the basement hangout, I told
Lee to lock the back door and I went into the Entry and locked the front
door, then led him upstairs saying we were going to get right down to it
and we'd eat out so we wouldn't be pressed by cooking dinner.

"Lee, you go into the Bathroom and take off all your clothes."

Before we had even come upstairs, I had put on 3 flexible rings, about 1/8"
thick, similar, yet different than cockrings.  They're different diameters
and I placed one around the top of my ball sac, another around the bottom
of my cock shaft and the third one at the top of the shaft just under the
rim of the cockhead.  I had gotten them from an Internet site and they were
supposed to delay climax.  Whatever they were supposed to do they made my
cock erect bigger and harder than it ever been before and were not really
comfortable.  I decided to suffer them because I wanted Lee to get really
hot looking at my erection.

When Lee came out of the bathroom, naked, I told him to stand behind me.
(I was still fully clothed.)

"Reach around me, unbuckle my belt and stick a hand down inside my shorts
just like you would do to yourself if you wanted to feel yourself up."

"Oh God, Jase, you really must be hot!  You feel so damn big I can't
believe it."


"Feel it a while, then unzip my pants and pull them down but stay behind
me.  Just reach around to do what I ask.  Now pull the top of my jockeys
out with one hand and reach in with your other hand and take my cock and
balls out and hook them over my jockeys - just like you'd do to yourself if
you were going to take a piss."

(I was getting to him a little bit.  We'd never done anything like this
before.)

"Come around in front now and get on your knees.  Now look at my dick and
tell me why you are always telling me you love it.  I want you get really
worked up."

He pulled down my jockeys and I stepped out of them; he gently cupped my
balls in one hand and looked at my erection from all angles.

"Remember that night I came in the house and got upstairs without waking
you up and was sucking your dick?  Well you told me a man's crotch is a
highly charged sexual area, meant to be that way to attract sex partners.
You said it was called Penis Power.  Well I know you're right.

Your cock just has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  Yet,
its size, big cockhead and veins make it look so powerful, even kind of
scary.  It sure looks like it was designed for what it was intended.  It's
shape and its hardness makes it look like it is meant to penetrate into
things. Despite looking like something to fear, it's something you can't
help but want. You want to touch it, hold it, look at it and it makes me
want you to like me enough to do things to me with it.  And, it makes me
jealous.  I don't mean because I would like to have one just like it but
jealous because I don't want you to do anything with it unless it's to me.
(Jesus.  He carried this further than I had expected.)

"Lee, I feel really good about our agreement last night about your fuck box
and I promise you I will have no trouble.  But you know, we started out
having oral sex and it seems to have taken a back seat to fucking.  I miss
it.  I miss it a lot and I want us to get back into it more frequently."

It surprised me when Lee responded that he had been thinking along the
exact same lines lately and was glad I brought it up, as he had intended
doing the same thing.

"God, Jase, those rings make you huge.  Are they comfortable?"

"Not really, but I'm hoping they will delay climax.  I want you to do
something for me.  I want you to give me a first class blowjob, not that
you don't always give me a first class job.  But, I want you to learn to go
down on it deeper each time we do this until you're able to take the whole
thing."

"Should I use poppers?"

"That's up to you.  How do you want to position me?  I don't want to start
out lying down in bed.  Maybe I should stand up?"

"Why don't you lie down with your legs over the edge of the bed and spread
your legs wide?  I think kneeling on the floor; I could do a better job
that way?" So that is the way we started.  I had my arms bend and elbows on
the bed so my head was raised.  I wanted to watch him.



I liked watching as he went down on my big dick.  It made it exciting and
erotic for me to look because he was such an incredible looking kid.  It
was hard to believe that things had turned out for us as they had and we
were both so crazy about sex together.

Lee started with swirling one ball around in this mouth, then the other,
then both together; advanced to licking the shaft and then, he knew enough
about the game to concentrate on my cockhead, especially the sensitive edge
of the rim, eventhough the ring might have been a bit of an irritation for
his lips and tongue.  Lee always remarked, when he was servicing my cock
that I had an extra big piss slit.  I guess I did - it was about 3/8" long
and he loved to use his thumbs on both hands to open it up by widening it.
He loved to lick the inside, as far as he was able with the tip of his
tongue.  It was one of his favorite things to do when he was sucking cock.

"Is it good for you, Jase?  Am I doing OK?"

"You know you are baby.  Just keep it up.  Take care of your daddy's big
cock."

"He left the preliminaries and started sucking me.

"That's it baby, suck my big cock.  I know you like it.  Make it feel real
good.  How much have you got in?"

Without missing a stroke he held up one hand and waved it signaling that he
was down on it 5 inches.

"That's good baby.  Do what you can.  It might take time for you to take it
all."

He paused to take a hit from the brown bottle and I told him when he got it
really slick with his spit, he should try, when he was going to make a down
stroke to open his mouth as wide as he could and hold his breath.  He
didn't have to hold it long, just coordinate his taking a new breath when
he was making an up stroke.

Well, he got down to 6-1/2" in his mouth that was all he was going to
manage this time.  But he was doing a good job and was very near to getting
me off.  When my balls gave him his reward, I pulled him up and told him to
get off in my mouth.  He was hot and only managed about three strokes when
he erupted and his warm, boy juice emptied onto the back of my tongue.

He moved back down, eased his body atop mine and we remained quiet for a
few minutes until he started to cry.  Oh, shit, I had upset him with my
demands.

"What's the matter Baby?"

"I couldn't take it all?"

"That's nothing to cry about. You did a wonderful job.  You brought me to
completion.  You're a good cocksucker.  I told you it would take some
practice."

"Do you really think I'm good at it?"

"You know I do, Baby.  I cherish our times together up here in this
bedroom.  It's so secluded, so; away from everything we do in the normal
course of living.


You know Lee; we have grown very close to each other in so many ways.  When
you were telling me why you liked my cock, I got to thinking:  I honestly
believe we have become so close, so understanding of and so intimate with
each other that it sometimes it's weird.  It's like we're almost one we are
so dependent on the other.  I guess my bottom line is my body and my cock
are every bit as much yours as they are mine.  And, your body and your cock
are as much mine as they are yours.  Does this make any sense?"

"Yes.  I'm glad you told me because I feel the same way."

"OK, baby, let me kiss your tears away and let's go get something to eat."

Lee said he didn't really feel like getting dressed and going out but I
told him nobody dressed up to go out to eat in this town.  I'd go down to
the basement and get our sweat suits; they were clean, I just hadn't
brought them upstairs.  He told me to pick up his deck shoes, too.  They
were on one of the chairs by the poker table.

It was 6:30, the meager rush hour for dinner was passed in Solomon Hills,
and we chose a place that was kind of dumpy and dark but the food was good
even though it was simple.  We always sat way back in a corner booth
because Millie was the server for that booth and she was good to us.  She
even brought an extra, empty water glass when I ordered beer because she
knew Lee drank half of every bottle I ordered.  We had 3 bottles between
us, went to the salad bar and ordered our dinner from Millie.  Lee picked
up some green onions and some bread sticks at the salad bar and began to
get me ready for another session.  I knew he wanted to get fucked.

He's spread a glob of butter on the tip of a breadstick and slowly licked
it off and then he'd slide the bread stick in and out of his mouth.  He did
the same thing, including the butter, with the green onions.  I was midway
into finishing my meal when he slipped off one of his deck shoes and rammed
his foot into my crotch. (Sometime, he really could be a little prick.)

"What are you trying to do - make me choke?"  (I had, inadvertently, chosen
the wrong phrase and Lee seized the opportunity immediately.)

"Turn about is fair play.  That's what gramps always told me."  He left his
foot in my crotch and wiggled it back and forth all during the meal.  I
finally had to tell him to stop.  I had to let my dick go back down before
I could walk out of the place.

"You afraid Millie will follow you home?"

No sooner had we gotten into the car than Lee asked me to raise my butt off
the seat so he could pull my sweat pants down.  I told him my dick would
freeze. He told me it wouldn't because he'd keep it warm with his hand.  If
it had been summer, I swear we'd have ended up doing it in the garage.  As
it was we didn't make it upstairs.  I went for a piss and returned to find
him naked on the couch in the Study, his head on one of the arms, feet in
the air and hard as a rock.  What more can I say?  He was seducing me.
What would you have done?  Undoubtedly the same as me - I fucked him.  He'd
been a real cock teaser in the restaurant.  He had gotten me all worked up.
So, I fucked him hard, I fucked him deep and I fucked him for a long time.
Earlier on he had cried.  Now he was going to holler and scream.

I began by licking his pucker, then sucking it.  I had no lube, so I spit
on my dick several times and slowly shoved the whole 8" as far up his teen,
love hole as far as it would go.


Lee, like most males, generally lost his erection when he was getting
fucked.  It was the hardest, most passionate plowing I had ever given him
and I didn't notice, but I guess he'd erected and was near climax.  Anyway,
he screamed that he was cumming.  I bent over and locked our mouths
together while he shot his load.  I hadn't shot off so I continued on
fucking him, not missing a stroke.

"Oh God, Jase, its unbelievable.  I don't know if I can take any more."

"You'll  have to take some more, I haven't shot a load yet."

Within a few seconds he hollered:  Oh Jase, I'm cumming again."  The
knowledge that he had experience two climaxes, within seconds of each
other, excited me so much that I two discharged deep into his boy box. He
pulled me on top of him and kissed me so passionately and so many times
that I thought he'd never stop.

"Oh God, Jase, I didn't realize fucking could be that good."

"Oh baby, you had me so hot.  I really fucked you, didn't I?"

"Yea, you did.  And you know what?  I'm totally fucked out.  Can you throw
a blanket on me and let me sleep here?  You sleep in the Bedroom down the
Hall.  I don't want you to go upstairs; that would be too far away."

TO BE CONTINUED -
I will tell you what happened when Revered Robert Becker and his son Robbie
appeared at the club.

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