Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 19:00:08 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 9

PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 9

I will try to relate the highlights of the week with the house
full of KSU guys on their spring vacation without making it too
long and drawn out.

As you will remember, In Part 8 I accounted for Saturday, their
first full day here.  Despite the fact that Saturday night I
had given Mark what he had been wanting from me - a good
fucking - when Sunday morning rolled around, a bunch of the
guys were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and I
was making more coffee, when Mark came up from the basement,
naked except for his jockey shorts; he walked directly over to
me, stuck his thumbs in the elastic of his jockeys and opened
them as far as the elastic would stretch.  His teen cock was
erect and positioned horizontally in his shorts.  He looked me
in the eye, I looked down his shorts at his beautiful boyhood,
knew what he wanted and followed him when he turned and went
back downstairs.  Everyone in the Kitchen was watching us and
gave me a knowing smile.  Mark hadn't said one word the whole
time.

Once inside the room where he had slept, he locked the door,
pulled my bathrobe back and off my arms and threw it on a chair
then ripped the underpants off both of us.

While kissing me, he kept moving me backwards and pushed me
down on his bed, still warm and cozy from his having slept in
it all night and stuffed pillows under my head.  I was in for
another mouth fuck.  Generally, he was slow and gentle, but not
this morning.  His cock was filled with morning hardness and he
was eager for the pleasures and sexual relief that only his
penis could provide.  He soon climaxed, he was so hard and so
hot it was inevitable.   My mouth filled with huge globs of his
warm, sweet, teen cum as he ejaculated several times.

He reached down, pulled the top sheet and blankets over us,
even over our heads, locked our mouths into an open mouth kiss,
reached down and stuck my hard cock between his thighs.  He
immediately reached around to feel my cockhead protrude at his
back, just below his buttocks.  I knew what he wanted me to do.
There, just below his ball sack, his crotch area was a warm,
moist place to dry fuck him.  Luckily I started to cum at a
point when my cockhead was not sticking out his back, so I
paused to cum in his crotch, just under his balls.  My warm cum
lubed the area and I kept fucking him until I lost all
hardness.  Even after climaxing I left my cock between his
legs.  We stayed in that position, still covered with sheet and
blankets, in the darkness for at least 10 minutes.  As yet,
Mark had not uttered one word.

It was me who broke the silence, "Mark, when you came upstairs
you didn't go to the bathroom.  Don't you have to piss?"

"I got up half an hour ago and pissed in your laundry sink,
sorry about that.  Then I came back to bed and kept thinking
about you fucking me with your big dick last night and got
myself so horny I just had to go up and put the make on you."

(I have to go back to when this week of partying was first
arranged with Pete Smith, because it bears on what happened
Sunday afternoon.  In agreeing to let this spring break episode
take place, I had forgotten something that worried me for weeks
- what if Luke, Lee's straight friend that he had gone to
Denver with during the Christmas Holiday, suddenly came
knocking at the door or phoned wanting to come over? Lee told
me the Adamson family generally went someplace every holiday,
so not to worry.  But, it wasn't until one day that Luke came
over and told us they were going to Oklahoma City during spring
vacation that I finally relaxed.)

Sunday afternoon, around 1:30, Robbie called and wanted to know
if he and Chris Martin could come over.  Chris Martin is a
freshman, I have him for Beginning Algebra and he often came
over after school with the other guys in the basement gang.
After Lee hung up the phone from talking to Robbie he said he
had something he wanted to tell me.

It seems Robbie wanted to bring Chris with him.  Robbie lived
next door to Chris and two weeks ago Chris had told Robbie that
he was gay.  Too, in the past two weeks they had been fooling
around with each other.  I voiced a ton of doubts and
objections, but, as usual, Lee won.  He has his ways with me.
However, before I relented, I told Lee to watch for them, have
them come to the back door and I wanted to slip out to the
garage with all of them, Lee, Robbie and Chris, to talk to them
before they came in.

Back on the phone, Lee gave Robbie a rundown of what was going
on here, so when they came and I took them into the garage,
they knew what I was talking about and my concerns.  At the
last minute I grabbed Mark and asked him to join in.  Chris
must be 14, he has a thin face, black hair, and brown eyes; he
is an all over striking looking boy and his looks are enhanced
by a great smile.  If he were older, I think the kids would
call him a nerd - he is quiet, conscientious and interested in
his schoolwork.

Robbie and Chris must have sensed they were up for
interrogation.  Mark shook hands with Chris and Chris
immediately kissed him as well as both Lee and me.  I guess
Robbie and Mark both guessed that I was being necessarily
cautious, so a little proof of Chris' sexual orientation would
probably be in order, so Mark said to Chris, "Show us your
cock."

He unzipped and took his cock out of his pants.  "Robbie then
said, "Lower you pants and pull down your shorts, show them the
whole thing."  He was one of those boys blessed with a good-
sized member early in life - he had a nice piece of boy meat
for just being 14.  I was in every respect similar to the,
circumcised penis that Mark had.

Robbie led again.  "Mark and Lee, Chris had shown his, I think
it's fair we all take ours out.  Jase, will you show him
yours?"

"Lee saw my reluctance.  This wasn't the turn I thought things
would take."

"Oh, come on dad.  Be a sport.  Chris is trying."

So, with Robbie, Mark and Lee, I dropped my pants and jockeys.

Chris immediately exclaimed,  "God, I didn't know they got that
big."

Mark asked him, "If Jase would let you do whatever you wanted
to do at this minute, what would you want to do?"

Chris didn't answer; instead, he reached over, lifted up my
cock, put the first two or three inches in his mouth and began
jacking his cock.  He was now hard as hell and, like Mark,
almost 6 inches.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and said:
"OK.  Boys, let's go in the house."

A couple of guys were drinking beer at the kitchen table and I
introduced Robbie and Chris to them.  Their eyes lit up.  I
guess Mark putting the make on me earlier had gotten around and
they were now of the idea that young boys were sexy things and
might be a lot of fun.   Since Lee had been on the phone to
Robbie and we had been in the garage, everyone got a nice
surprise after Robbie and Chris hung their jackets on the hall
tree in the Entry and we went into the Study. There, watching a
porno was Jon.  He hadn't been there when Lee and I had left
for the garage.  Jon did not constantly watch porno films, but
there he was, same as yesterday, no shoes or socks, naked above
the waist, stretched out on the couch, with his enormously long
cock sticking out of his purple corduroys, unbuttoned at the
waist and unzipped with the fly spread wide apart, just as I
had spread it yesterday.

I introduced him to the Robbie and Chris.  Lee, Mark and Robbie
were fascinated with Jon, but of course they had seen large
cocks on their dads, on Kurt at the club meetings and Mark and
Robbie had seen mine, but man cocks were a hot, new thing for
Chris.  He went over and knelt on the floor in front of the
couch.  He might have decided he was gay a short, two weeks
ago, but I guess he came by cock worship in a hurry and that is
exactly what he was doing, worshiping Jon's exquisite example
of manhood.  Jon smiled at him and Chris took out his dick and
started masturbating himself.  Jon is a man who doesn't seem to
have much to say but he stopped Chris.

"Chris, that is something you can do alone when you are in bed
at night.  You don't need to do it here.  There are other,
better things to do here.  Are you through puberty, yet?

"Yes."

"Take off your pants and show me."  When Chris dropped his
jeans, Jon told him he had a really nice bush for a young boy
and a big cock, too."

"Do you really think, so?"

"I know so.  If there's one thing gays are knowledgeable about,
it is male genitals.  I'm going to raise my butt up and I want
you to pull off my pants then take off your jeans and your
shoes."  When accomplished, Jon turned on his side and scooted
his back as close to the back of the sofa as possible and
directed Chris into a 69 position.

"I'd like to suck you.  Do you want to suck on mine?"

"Yes, but I don't think I can take all of it."

"Don't worry about that, few people can.  Just have fun with
it.  And I'll help you cum."

I moved over and knelt at the edge of the sofa to keep Chris
from falling off.  (If you believe that, you'll believe
anything - I just wanted a close-up look at the action.  I
wanted to see my cute, 14 year old, Beginning Algebra student
get his rocks off for the first time with a man giving him a
blowjob and while he was sucking part of a huge cock in his
mouth.)  I knew that, besides sucking a big cock, Chris was
changing his life forever.  It made me reflect on how off-and-
on an attitude I had about my own sexuality and to wonder how
many exciting experiences I had missed as a result.)

Jon turned out to be the perfect man for Chris to have his
first adult experience with.  He didn't crowd Chris or do
anything that would cause him discomfort or arouse distaste.
He didn't even give Chris a blowjob.  He simply took Chris'
penis into his mouth and gently cupped his testicles with a
hand.  Chris' cock was now encased in the sexual warmth and
wetness of Jon's mouth and his balls were nested in his warm
hand.  Jon knew the boy would climax without being sucked on.
Maybe he was remembering the first time, as a boy, he had
sucked off a man.

Chris, however, fully aroused during his cock worship, went
after Jon's love pole with enthusiasm.  I think it was more
than just enthusiasm. As young and inexperienced as he was, he
was making love to Jon's penis, he was experiencing something
of which he had thought about, thought about so often, in fact,
that it had become a dream, an obsession, a consuming sexual
need.

And, those desires and needs had started to produce strange and
powerful feelings in his groin; feelings that he could only
relieve by beating his meat.  In time Chris had realized all
these strange feelings were brought on by thoughts of the male
sexual organ and never by thoughts of a vagina.  He came to
realize, with some fear, that he, even though still a boy, was
a queer, a homo, a fruit, at best a gay.  In desperation he
turned for help to his best friend, a friend a couple of years
older, a next-door neighbor; maybe he could him.

As some Supreme Being, who believes that we are all created in
his image, had guided Chris to Jon a few minutes ago, to the
perfect man to guide him through his first adult encounter;
that same Supreme Being had, a few weeks ago, led Chris to the
perfect confessor, Robbie.  I don't know what transpired, but
Chris had found a warm reception, not rejection.  What I do
know is that Robbie, the son of a minister, had he not been
able to help Chris, would have taken him by the hand and
remained with him as Chris talked to his father, Robert.
Whatever happened, Chris had received assurance that being
different was not being bad.

Watching Chris pleasure both Jon and himself with his loving
attention to Jon's incredible penis, I was glad I had consented
to letting him and Robbie come over.

Again, Jon proved to be a perfect partner.  He had probably
never partnered with a young boy but he quickly found and
yielded to the excitement that is so inherent in sex between an
adult and a boy.  It was to be expected that Chris would climax
first.  His slender, teen body began to spasm as his cock
erupted into what must have been the most powerful orgasm he
had ever experienced.  I told him to keep sucking on Jon, as
the best was yet to come.  I knew the boy had Jon hot; he was
taking a good 6 inches of Jon's cock.

Then, sure enough, it happened.  Jon began hollering at Chris
to pull off as he was going to cum.  I encouraged Chris to keep
on sucking.

"Oh my God, Oh my God.  I'm going to cum in your mouth."  Chris
knew what he meant but he kept on sucking until it happened and
he had his first load of man juice.
I was surprised, though, that Chris swallowed it.

I had taken my dick out and masturbated as I watched them.  I
climaxed at the same time Jon did.   Luckily I found a Kleenex
in my pocket to shoot into.  Although Chris and Jon had
experienced climaxes intense enough to make their bodies jerk,
they had been very tidy.  They had swallowed their rewards.  I
didn't want to be the one to make a mess.

I went to the Kitchen and checked on how the ham was baking and
started preparing potatoes and other vegetables when the four
boys walked in and asked if Chris and Robbie could stay for a
sleep over.  I agreed, and by phone their parents agreed. The
four boys walked, together, to Robbie and Chris' homes to pick
up a change of underwear and some toiletries.

The evening drinking started, but I forbid Chris to indulge.
Frankly, I was pooped and disappeared into the attic before the
choosing of partners began.  Later, when I was awakened by Lee
getting into bed, I told him I wanted to check on Mark, Robbie
and Chris, as I felt a responsibility toward them.  So, I went
down, turning on lights, as every thing was quiet.  I locked
the exterior doors, and walked around until I was satisfied all
of them were OK.  Each of them was fast asleep, safe and
wrapped in the arms of a man.

Chris and Robbie were in the first floor Bedroom, sleeping one
on each side of Jon.  Mark was in the same basement Bedroom as
the night before, sleeping in the twin sized bed, wrapped in
Nick's arms.  When Nate had thanked me for taking them in for
their spring break, he told me he had connected with Lee and
that was his first experience with a boy since, he himself had
been a boy.  Lee told me he liked Nick, so I felt Mark was safe
spending the night with him.

Jon and Nick had just experienced, for free, what men all over
the world, from Berlin, Amsterdam and London to New York, San
Francisco and Los Angeles paid large sums to get.  Large sums
paid to agencies, clubs, or, on the streets to pimps or to boys
themselves, all for the privilege of bedding a young boy for
sexual purposes, many of which are probably kinky beyond my
imagination.

Going back up stairs to cuddle up to Lee, I thought - Shit,
what is going on here.  This place has almost become a
whorehouse.

One night's sleep didn't sufficiently refresh me, so I started
slipping up to the attic for afternoon naps.  One afternoon, I
awoke to find Nick sitting on the other side of the bed, legs
crossed and smoking a joint.

"What a wonderful way to wake up."

"Sorry, Jase, I came up here to shower and saw you taking a
nap.  I love to look at guys when they're asleep, it's so
erotic somehow."

"I know what you mean."  (Shit, if he only knew what I'd done
to him Friday night.)
He still hadn't shaved so he was extra sleazy looking now.
That, and other things about him, only added to his
desirability and to the hardness of my penis.  Remember, Pete
and I had put him to bed in his T-shirt.  Now he was stark
naked which exposed 3 tattoos.  One was a ring around his
upper, right arm - sort of a linkage of leaves or chains.  The
second was an English bulldog, open mouthed, ready to bite his
left nipple.  The third arched across his stomach, in ornate,
Old English script spelling out "S M O K E", what ever the hell
the intended message was supposed to convey.  I had always
thought tattoos were graffiti on the human body, nothing more,
and I never wanted one, myself.  But, now, all hot for sex with
him, I praised each tattoo, one by one, rubbing my fingers over
them and sucking the nipple where the Bulldog was poised.  In
other words I displayed an interest in them as an excuse to
arouse Nick.

Dressed, he was an OK handsome guy.  Naked he was just pure
sleaze; he hadn't been born that way but he had cheapened it
himself by allowing some needle artist in some cheap tattoo
parlor to choose some insane design to indelibly scar his body
with.  He was probably drunk at the time.  But, above and
beyond all this, he had one, magnificent, captivating feature
that redeemed everything else - his cock, which looked to be 7"
eventhough flaccid and it's unique juncture with his cockhead,
plus his large, hairy balls.  Too, although, some would call it
another distraction, I loved the smell of his body.  I was glad
he had detoured on his way to the shower.

To be fair in describing Nick, I should also say he was a very
masculine person - the most masculine of all the KSU guys and,
that alone made him desirable.  To get him would be almost as
much fun as seducing a straight dude into his first homosexual
encounter.

     "Do you want to share a joint?"

"OK.  But I've got to go to the Bathroom and get a drink of
water, first."  I put on my bathrobe and detoured by the
kitchen to grab a bottle of Scotch and a bottle of Vodka, my
objective being to get him loosened up.  When I returned he was
on his 2nd joint and we shared it.  His ultra fat dick was
completely flaccid but it was still long enough and his balls
hung low enough that they both rested on the bed between his
spread legs. Damn, I was getting to be such a horny asshole it
was actually embarrassing.  Like the first night I saw him
naked, I couldn't resist staring at his cock.  Nick saw me
staring and the message was obvious - I wanted him.  He said,
"Take your jockeys off!"

(I thought to myself:  Fuck, he's a top.  I was hoping he was a
bottom.  I wanted to fuck the shit out of him.  Now I was the
one that might end up getting fucked.)

The prick had me, or so we both thought.  He had spread his
cards on the table, so to speak (actually it was the sheet) and
displayed the Power of his Penis.  But it turned out I was not
yet defeated.  When I lowered my jockeys, my erect 8" cock with
its big cockhead, sprung from its confinement into full
exposure and full glory as a large, excited and erected
specimen of manhood.  By accident, the spot where I stood,
beside the bed, taking my shorts off was bathed by a shaft of
sunlight, somehow directed by tree limbs, the eaves on the
house, or some other circumstance, directly onto my lower
torso.  My penis was bathed in the golden light and my cockhead
shined, as it had never done before.   Nate was staring at it;
he was transfixed and his cock rose to full erection, it was as
big as mine.

I had won.  I would now top him.  I would suck his cock and I
would fuck his love hole

"Damn, Lee told me you were hung, but I can't believe it.
You're every bit as fucking big as that guy Kurt.  And, damn,
look at that piss slit!"

Now in command, I took charge of the game and started by
saying, not asking, "Light up another joint."  I had already
shared half of a joint and he had had 1-1/2, so far.  I wanted
him not in the condition that he was when he was in when he was
flopped on my bed Friday night, but I did want him so sexually
aroused that he would be ready for fooling around and agreeable
to anything I suggested or attempted.  I had in mind loving up
his cock with my mouth and then fucking his ass - fucking it
good - I had the hots for the sleazy dude and I intended taking
him in a big way.   We were, at this point, on our 2nd drink
and 2nd shared joint.

After we were finished with the joint, I made my move and
started fondling his fat cock and big balls.  He gulped his
second drink.  I bent forward and kissed him as I pinched his
nipples and slowly masturbated his cock.

"What are you going to do?"

"You probably have a computer and know what `downloading'
means.  Well I'm going to do a little down throating on your
fat dick.  I liked it the minute the guys dumped you on our
bed. After that I'm going to grease up and slip my big dick
into your fuck box."

"Which reminds me, who took my jockeys off."

"Pete"

"I can't find them, I even looked under your bed."
I pushed him back on the bed.  His fat penis and balls, his
hairy arms and legs looked just too damn good.  I was going to
go all the way.  I reached into the lamp table drawer and found
a half full bottle of poppers and the tube of K-Y.  Took a hit
from the bottle, put on the cap and threw it on the bed.

I went down on him.  He picked up the brown bottle and took a
hit, laid back and obviously enjoying being sucked.  Oh God,
Jase, don't make me cum if you're going to fuck me.  He pushed
on my shoulders trying to lift me off his cock.  Please, fuck
me.

I had him hot and I didn't want him to shoot either, so I
pulled off and asked him how he wanted it.  First, he wanted to
lube me.  He squeezed a good amount on his fingers and twirled
them around my cock and over the head.  I then lubed his chute.
He held his legs in the air and my cock slipped between them
and disappeared into his love hole.  His cock was pointing up
and flat against his stomach.  His balls hung down almost to
the entrance to his love hole.  Looking at his genitals excited
me as I was entering him, making me even harder.  He was going
to be one, hot fuck.

From the way we had first started out, I thought he might be a
top, but once I started plowing him, there was no doubt but
that he was a cock-loving bottom.  He was a sleazy little
pussycat that loved to be fucked.  He liked my big dick up his
twat.  I knew I could fuck him for as long as I could hold out.
I didn't give a shit if he shot his load first or not, if he
didn't want it after he climaxed it was going to be tough shit,
I'd just push him back down on the bed and continue fucking
him.

I thought of the first time I had fucked Lee; he just closed
his eyes and went into a fantasy world.  Not Nick.  He turned
into one wild ride.  After two pauses for poppers, he really
got heated up; he made fists of his hands and was actually
pounding me on my chest and hollering at me.   Oh my God, I've
never been fucked this hard.  Don't stop! Don't stop!

When he climaxed he was such a wildcat that I shot my load deep
into his body at the same time.  I didn't pull out of him; I
just leaned back a little, reached down and began masturbating
his cock, which still had a little hardness.  I knew it was
agony for him, he was trying to raise himself into a sitting
position, but I pushed him back down and continued masturbating
him.  I made him pop his nuts for the second time and then we
collapsed together.   Once down from his high, he got into a
kissing mood and was kissing me all over.  With his whiskers it
wasn't too great for me, but I let him continue.  After the way
I had fucked him I felt I owed him a little something.

Well, things didn't go as I had envisioned.  But, you can't
plan sex, it just seems to steer its own course.  Especially
with two men, attracted to each other and all sexed up - when
they get to going on each other anything can happen and,
believe me, it generally does."

  We showered together and went downstairs.

When I looked at the clock I was shocked.  Nick and I had
fooled around longer than I thought.  I hadn't gone to the
market, looked in the freezer and there was nothing that I
could defrost in time to fix a decent dinner.  I decided the
easiest way out of the dilemma would be to go to what Lee and I
called the Sleazy Diner, the one where he had spent the evening
with his shoe off and wiggling his foot in my crotch. (Guess
this was my day for sleazy things.) To do otherwise, everyone
would be drunk before I could get anything on the table.

Kurt had been quitting early ever since the on-going party had
started and the minute he and Nate arrived we went to the
restaurant.  Before Kurt arrived though I had started a nose
count.  Robbie and Chris had left; I wasn't too sure whether
they had or not, so there were 10 of us.  I knew Millie would
push some tables together so we could sit as a group.  When the
table was ready and we were walking toward the back of the
restaurant, several men in booths, with their wife or families,
greeted Pete and shook hands with him.  Once seated, it became
obvious that everyone was sneaking looks at us.  That was
understandable.  It was not every evening that 8 handsome studs
and two cute boys sat down as a group.  As it happened, maybe
with a little shuffling around on Matt's part, I ended up
sitting with Matt on my left and Randy on my right and directly
across from Lee. (I knew what that was going to lead up to as
far as sneaking sips from my drink and his playing footsies.)

Pete suggested that we all order the same thing or our meals
would be brought out one by one over a period of 30 minutes.
He further suggested the T-bone steaks, as they were sort of
the house specialty.  Before Millie, the waitress, took our
meal orders she took our bar orders.  Pete was seated next to
Lee and convinced me to have a Martini. If you remember, Millie
is the waitress that always brought an extra glass for Lee when
I ordered beer, because she had seen him sipping from mine.
Tonight, I'll be damned if she just didn't set a Martini in
front of Lee and another in front of Matt.  The little shits
both gave me a big wink, but I don't think anyone except Pete
actually noticed.  (God the owner and I could be locked
together for the night in the County Jail if someone outside
the group had observed what was going on.)

Second round of drinks, the same thing happened again.  Thank
God the steaks finally arrived.  They were large T-bones and
very good.  As you know, boys don't chew and swallow their food
- they just seem to inhale it, so Matt and Lee were the first
ones finished and they, almost as if they had prearranged a
signal, started their tormenting.  The worst part about it was
that there were no tablecloths hanging down to block sight
lines.  First came Lee's foot, shoeless, wiggling in my groin.
Next came Matt's hand, first placed on my leg then groping and
then trying to unzip my pants.  Randy, seated to my right
sensed something was going on and he leaned back in his chair
until it was resting only on its two rear legs.  He looked over
and said:

"You seem to be a popular guy with the boys."

"A little too popular for a restaurant.  Sometimes they're
incorrigible."

"It's a good thing you have the patience for it."

"Right now my patience is a little thin.  Would you consider
changing seats?"

"That might be fun.  They are cute as well as being
mischievous."

We changed seats.  But it did not deter Lee or Matt.  Lee's
foot just played in another crotch and Matt's hand just had
another fly to unzip and a new cock to play with.  The fact
that they were playing with new meat just served to intensify
their efforts.

At one point, Randy's mouth dropped open and stayed that way
while he gasped for his next breath.  I don't know whether
Lees' foot and Matt's hand had succeeded in getting him off, or
what.   It was fairly obvious by this time that the 4 of us
would be sleeping together tonight.

Driving home, Nate was in the front passenger seat and two
teenage monsters had Randy between them in the back.  The
others rode in Pete's car.  It took less than five minutes to
drive home but in that time they had pulled his shirttail out
of his pants, had his pants unzipped and he had four busy hands
down the back of his pants, poked in his fly, up the front of
his shirt playing with his nipples.  It was a distraction even
to my driving.

Once in the garage, Randy put himself into some semblance of
order and the four of us walked directly to the stairwell and
climbed up to the attic.  The two boys went into the bathroom
and I could hear the shower running and them talking and
laughing.  If nothing else came of this week-long party, it had
brought Mark and Lee closer together than they had ever been
and that was a good thing.

As Randy and I undressed, Randy said, "I've never been with a
young boy before.  What are we going to do to them?"

I chucked and replied, "Those two are so wound up, I think you
should have asked what are they going to do to us.  I think our
main activity will be protecting ourselves from them. I hope
you can stand being tickled.  They are both good at tickling
attacks."

I described Randy when I met him in the Kitchen the first
morning they were here - tall, 6'-5", with long blond hair.
Just now I say his cock so I can tell you it is somewhere
between Jon's and mine in appearance - probably just shy of 8",
thin but not as thin as Jon's, a cockhead that was just right
for his shaft and his balls were good sized - like the size of
a walnut.

Just as we finished undressing, the bathroom door opened.  Mark
and Lee walked toward us, holding hands.  Their beautiful
joysticks were erect and protruded 90 degrees in front of their
smooth, skinny bodies.  They were an arousing sight - Mark with
his man sized cock and Lee with his sweet, thin member, capped
with that cockhead as big or bigger than mine.  Their skin was
paled by the lack of sun during the long winter and absolutely
free of even the smallest blemish.  Their hair was combed, but
still wet. They were so clean, their hair was so neatly combed
and the fact that they were holding hand made them look younger
than they actually were and more innocent than I knew they
were.

Randy looked at them, almost in disbelief.  He knew they had
been having as much sex as any of the men in the party group.
He knew they were as knowledge as to what males do with each
other in bed as he himself was.  By the time they walked across
the room and stopped in front of us, Randy was already fully
erected just from looking at the two.

He dropped to his knees in front of the boys and looked at
them, up and down, until he finally said:

"Jesus.  I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
May I touch your genitals?"

Both of them nodded their consent.  After Randy finished, Lee
went to the bathroom and came out with two large, bath towels
and some Vaseline skin lotion.  They had us lay on our stomachs
and they started giving us both massages.  I was glad that Lee
chose me.  I was surprised he gave a damn good massage, after
which he fucked my mouth.  I guess he and Mark had been sharing
the things they liked to do with each other.

They wanted me to turn around so my head was at the foot of the
bed, so Randy and I could watch each other as we fucked the
boys.  I was so glad that Lee had chosen me and let Randy have
Mark.  Lee's cock had tasted so good and felt so good when he
fucked my mouth.   I really enjoyed his super cockhead as he
pumped it in and out of my mouth.   Of course, both of them
liked getting their boy boxes fucked.  Both of them were on
their backs.  Before I shot my load, Lee told me to stop and
jack him off while my dick was still hard and still inside him.
We both climaxed before Mark and Randy so went to the bathroom
to clean ourselves up.  One that was done, Lee threw his arms
around me and just didn't want to stop kissing me.  I loved it
when he was in one of his kissing moods.

While Randy and Mark were cleaning themselves up, Lee said he
thought it had been fun having all the KSU guys, but he was
glad they decided to leave Good Friday morning because he was
lonesome to spend the remainder of the Easter Vacation with me
- nobody else around  - back to the two of us having sex during
the day and in bed before we went to sleep.  I told him I had
missed him, too, eventhough we had slept together every night.

As soon as the lights were out, we got into our usual position
with my arm around Lee.  Sometime during the night though, I
must have turned over facing the middle of the bed.  Shortly
thereafter, I woke because Randy was masturbating me.  I felt
down, found his erection and did the same to him.  We both
climaxed and then continued to hold each other's cock until we
fell back asleep.  All of that time, not one word was spoken
between us.

TO BE CONTINUED

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