Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2001 19:16:46 -0800
From: Deja User <absolam@my-deja.com>
Subject: The Tale of Talaver X  Part 1 Chapter 2

Disclaimer -- This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real
persons or events, however coyly or sardonically similar is purely
incidental; furthermore, this story depicts in exquisite detail acts
of youthful male to male eros.  If such pleases, read on, otherwise,
depart.


Chapter 2

The excitement of seeing Collin stroke his big dick then eat his own
come was so great that Tal went around for hours thereafter with a
virtually permanent erection, and he had to jack off over and over to
keep himself cooled off enough to even function.  In fact, it was at
one of his favorite jack off spots, the next day in the hay loft of
the barn that he found out for certain that Collin was definitely
interested, to say the least, in sex with other guys, but the problem
Tal immediately had was how to develop those fucking pictures?

He was exited about seeing them.  He knew they would be better jack
off material than any teen mag with pictures of pretty boys because
Collin was more beautiful than them all; moreover those boys in the
mags looked like little dickers to him, and Tal liked big cock, but he
realized he couldn't risk the public exposure of a professional
photo-developer, so he decided to learn how to develop and print color
film, and who would know about that but Collin?  Collin, after all,
knew everything.

So the next morning, Talaver paid Collin a visit in his workshop.
There was Collin, all gorgeous in his tight t-shirt, Levi's and smock,
dirty, sweaty, and totally intense over what looked like a pile of car
parts, photography equipment, electrical metering devices and
strangely, several big, white rats.

"Watcha workin' on?" Asked Tal, cheerily.

Collin gave him a big grin.  Collin could light up Tal's whole day
with that smile.  "Hey buddy!  This is great.  You're gonna be
_shocked_."  Collin chuckled like he'd just said something clever.
Talaver was used to way Collin's moods could swing while he worked.
Sometimes he'd be all grand and magnanimous, putting on a big show as
displayed something of which he was proud; other times he wouldn't
even hear anyone, so totally engrossed in his work he would be.  Tal
understood this instinctively.  It was a characteristic they shared.
This morning it appeared that Collin wanted to show off.

"I'm making a zap gun!"

"A ZAP gun?"

"Yeah.  You know how I've always been into Tesla."  It was a
statement, not a question.  Nicolai Tesla was a hero of Collin's.  He
considered him the greatest electrical genius of the twentieth
century, someone whose work was to this day but vaguely understood.
Collin had successfully re-created and _refined_ Tesla's broadcast
power experiments when he was fourteen years old -- a feat which won
him two patents, national attention, a research grant from the
National Science Foundation, and several scholarships, the last he
blithely ignored saying, "College is for those who don't know what
they know.  Me, I can't waste time farting around with a bunch of
know-it-alls who don't know how pathetically ignorant they are."

Collin had met quite a few professors in his time.  He was not
impressed.

Yes.  Collin really was a genius.  Coming from some else such a
statement would sound naive or vain, but Collin was anything but
either.  When he said such things it was as though he were an old man,
mildly amused, carefully explaining something to a child of whom he
was fond.  Collin already had his mind set on business.  He was going
to build, make, create.  He much preferred the company of powerful,
dynamic entrepreneurs than he did academics.  And the best thing that
come out of the national attention he'd received were some deadly
earnest job offers.  Seventeen, and his future was made.

"Anyhow," Collin continued, "I've been trying to come up with a way to
diffuse the discharge in such a manner as to merely stun rather than
kill or burn, and now I have something that works... albeit under
extremely limited conditions and ranges, but it does indeed WORK!"

"Collin," said Talaver, "Did you know that you're the only person I've
ever heard say `albeit?'"

Collin laughed. "Watch!" He said.

He picked up one of the rats from the cage and placed it carefully on
his work bench, pausing to put it back in what appeared to be an exact
spot then pressed a button.  There was a crack, and the rat just
stopped moving.

"He's OK." Collin said when he saw the look of concern on Tal's face.
He's just unconscious.  He'll wake up in a minute or two.  Can you
imagine the effect this invention will have on society?"  Collin was
exited.  "Think of it!  We have no effective non-lethal method of
defense against guns!  Until now!  Think of the effect on law
enforcement!  Think of the effectiveness of home defense!  This is
going to change the world Tal!  This is going to change the world!"

Talaver was properly impressed.

"But how many rats did you kill before you got it to work?"  He asked.

"Yes.  I know how you hate hurting animals, and I do too, but it was
necessary.  Necessary.  What am I gonna do?  Practice on you?"

"How many?"  Talaver repeated.

Collin looked guilty.  "About fifteen or sixteen," he said quietly.
Talaver was about to say something more, but Collin interrupted.
"Damn it!  How many people get shot every day?  How many people die
because of guns?  What the fuck am I to do?  Don't you see?  Besides,
now that I know more, I can minimize the harm to animals.  Shit.  You
know damn well I don't like hurting animals.  OK?"

"OK." Tal answered.  It was true.  Besides, he could see Collin's eyes
watering.  Collin may have been a genius, but Tal liked to exercise
his emotional power over him.

"Actually, I'm very impressed.  This may be the biggest thing yet."

Collin sighed.  He was always surprised by Talaver's ability to
befuddle him.  It amused him, the younger boy's little displays of
will.  He liked it.  It made Talaver more worthy in his eyes.  It made
him a contender.  Not someone easily impressed or manipulated like
most.  He looked fondly at Tal.  God.  Such a beautiful boy.  His hair
long and golden brown, those big, amber eyes with those long, long
lashes and those fine, sharply defined eyebrows, his perfect cute
little nose, those luscious red lips on his slender smooth jaw.
Prettier than any girl he'd ever seen, Tal stood in that tantalizing
Bernini boy David pose, _contrapositio_, weight on one leg the other
bent, one fist on his hip while the other lingered suggestively at his
thigh, so young, so sweet, and that intoxicating intensity in his
gaze. That fascinating ancient yet innocent look.  Collin doubted that
Talaver had ever heard of the Cult of Antinous, and wasn't about to
reveal it.  Not for the first time did Collin feel his dick stiffening
at the sight of Talaver.  Oh the dreams that boy gave him!

But no.  It couldn't be.  Tal was just a boy.  A young boy.  For
Christ's sake his voice still cracked!  They were family.  Tal needed
a stable, mature mentor.  He needed a friend.  He did not need his
sexuality fucked with by a big cock up his ass or a big dick down his
throat.  Collin thrust away a vision of a laughing, naked Talaver
astraddle him, dick stiff enough to pound nails, tight, cute ass
taking the full length of Collin's cock willingly, joyfully, within
him.

If Tal had any idea what Collin was thinking at that moment he would
have leaped into Collin's arms and kissed him deeply on the lips, but
all Tal saw was that Collin appeared disconcerted, and he concluded
that he'd hurt Collin's feeling a bit, for as smooth and collected as
Collin was, there was no doubt that Tal could play him like a violin,
and Tal loved that, and somehow he knew that didn't bother Collin at
all, and he loved Collin all the more for that.

"Collin, do you know how to develop color film?" He asked sweetly.

Collin was glad for the change of subject.  "Sure," He said. "I even
have all the stuff.  I tried that once, but it was a lot of work.  You
can't really manipulate the contrast of color film like you can with
black and white; it just throws the color balance out of whack;
furthermore, the temps have to be precisely monitored.  It's a pain in
the ass.  I personally did not get better results than just having it
done, and considering the time and effort, I decided to stick with
black and white, which has a more etheal unreality to it anyhow, but
if you'd like to learn, I can set you up."

As usual, Collin gave a bit more information than one asked for, but
then, Tal had learned to expect that from him.  He took that as
Collin's way of saying, "Yeah, sure, you want me to show you?"  He
didn't mind.  Collin didn't even ask what he had pictures of.  It
would never occur to Collin that anyone in the world needed more than
simple curiosity to do anything, so Tal was not surprised by Collin's
matter of fact if slightly long winded exposition.

"C'mon," Collin said, gesturing toward the far side of the shop,
tossing off his smock, and already walking in that direction. "You
caught me at a good time.  I was ready for a break because I hit a win
point, and the next thing's going to be a bitch.  I need to rig up a
range finder and connect it's output to a progressive rheostat; the
problem is that the falloff in an inverse square ratio, but my
rheostat is linear, and I'd really prefer a solid state solution, and
I'm not quite sure how to do that this second, but I'll figure it out,
and in the meantime, I could use a break."  With that he reached over
and caressed the back of Talaver's neck -- which sent chills all down
the younger boy's spine.  Collin's touch was magic to him, and Collin
walked quickly ahead to hide the erection that touching Tal gave him.

Once by the sinks, Collin began quickly pulling various bags and
containers down and examining them.  "Hmmph," he snorted.  "This one's
stale. How important are these pictures?"  He asked.

"Oh.  You know," Tal replied nonchalantly, "Some of 'em are pretty
good."

"Well, I wouldn't want to risk fucking up some good shots with old
chemicals.  Do you have a roll you don't mind screwing up?"

"Actually no," Talaver said.  "But I could just load up the camera and
take a few random shots, maybe?"

"Good.  Do that.  Unless you want to come into town with me while I
get more?"

Normally Tal would have gone into town, but he saw that Collin had
some books on developing color film on the shelf, and besides, he
wanted to jerk off, so he said, "How 'bout I study up while you go?"

"Yes," Collin said, "Good plan. See you in about an hour or so.  I'm
taking Salem instead of driving.  The ride will do me good.  Sure you
don't want to go?"

Salem was Collin's old bay mare, almost the same age as him.  Collin
loved that horse and often preferred to ride to town for small items
rather than drive.  He liked to pretend he was a knight of old, he'd
confessed to Tal one day.  Talaver was sorely tempted to go then, but
he really did want to study, and he really needed to shoot some juice,
so he declined.

"'K. See ya bud," and with that Collin gave Tal a pat on the back and
went running off to the nearby stable slash barn to saddle up Salem.

Through the window, Tal could see Martin, the cute ranch hand come out
to greet Collin as Collin dashed in.  A few minutes later they both
came out of the barn, Collin leading Salem, and Martin leading Laurel,
the pretty paint that Tal usually rode.  Tal had a little pang of
jealousy, but he laughed at himself for being silly.  Collin and
Martin had been friends for years.  They grew up together.  Martin's
dad had worked this place for years, though Martin, in these modern
times, was only a part timer, he was practically a part of the family.

Talaver dutifully studied up on the nuance of color film and print
processing for about forty-five minutes, then wrote a note to Collin
that he was down by the river taking pics, but went up to the barn to
get himself off before Collin got back.  He scampered up the ladder to
the loft and dashed behind some hay bales to one of his favorite jack
off spots.  It was all warm and dark and completely private.  There
was no way he could be surprised.  He'd even brought, with his camera,
one of the photography books so that in case someone came into the
barn below, he could say he was up in the loft reading.  That was a
known habit of his, so no one would say, "No.  You were spanking the
monkey AGAIN, weren't you?"

Talaver liked to be completely naked when he masturbated.  There was
something about being all exposed that turned him on.  It was a
vulnerable feeling, but it was also a sense of excitement in the risk.
He had playing with himself refined to an art.  He'd get naked, array
his clothes so he could lay on his back on them, and then would first
arouse himself by playing his hands gently over his chest, his thighs,
and his ass, then licking his fingers and playing with his nipples,
his belly button, and his anus.  He loved to stick a finger or two (or
three) up his ass. He'd try not to even touch his cock or his balls
until his dick was absolutely stiff, and to help that along, he'd
close his eyes and fantasize about guys, always guys, though sometimes
he'd pretend he was a girl, and he was sucking a big cock, or he was
getting fucked by a big cock, and it had to be a big cock.  Tal had no
interest in little dicks.  Little dicks were a definite turn off for
him.  No.  He wanted a guy with with a big, man sized cock, but at
that early stage he was still a little intimidated by really hairy
guys, so in his fantasies his men were all smooth, except for around
their dicks, and then they were nice and bushy.  Talaver had his first
fine fresh bush of pubic hair when he was thirteen, and it was coming
in nicely and quickly to his great relief; moreover he was still well
endowed for a boy his age, not as big as Collin, not yet, but that was
yet to come, and Collin, Ah.

Ah.  Collin was sucking Talaver's dick.  He had begged to suck it. He
had got down on his knees, naked, his big bone standing tall, pleaded
with Tal the please, PLEASE, let him suck his dick, Talaver graciously
said he could but only upon the condition that he swallow all the
come, ALL of it, only then he would grudgingly consent to fuck
Collin's ass, hard, for an hour or so, and that turned Collin on so
much that he sucked Tal's dick until Tal shot wave after wave of hot
goo down his his throat at which time Collin begged Tal to fuck him up
the ass, fuck him hard, fuck him, fuck him up the ass, and Tal was
awoken from his reverie at just about the exact moment he was ready to
shoot when he heard Collin and Martin and the horses down below!

He heard Collin say, "Hang on Martin, let me take this stuff to Tal
and get him busy, OK?"

Peculiar, Tal thought.  He wondered what was up.  Again that jealous
feeling.  He feared rustling the hay, so he remained naked but crept
cautiously to the edge of the loft to peer down.  Collin was already
gone, and Martin was unsaddling the horses.  Collin returned shortly.
"Tal's down by the river.  It's cool!  Let's do it!"

And to Talaver's amazement both boys stripped out of their clothes!
Each had a blazing stiffy.  Martin's Tal noticed, was not bad, not bad
at all, bigger than his, but not as big as Collin's.  Interestingly,
the boys rubbed and brushed the horses first, maintaining their
erections the whole time.  Tal of course had his camera out, and
surreptitiously got photos of the whole thing.  Good thing it was as
Collin said, a Leica with that ultra smooth, quiet shutter and no
clatter of a mirror slapping up and down off the reflex viewfinder.

The horses almost seemed to sense what was going on, Laurel in fact
was sporting an immense erection!  The boys laughed at that, when
suddenly, Martin fell to his knees and commenced to voraciously suck
Collin's cock!

The thrill of this sight was so overwhelming to Talaver that he had to
bite his wrist to keep from crying out loud and shooting a wad all
over the straw.  But he still managed to get a picture of that.

Then Collin said, "Ah. Oh.  That's enough of that.  I need your ass
now!"

And Martin, without a word, obligingly turned around on hands and
knees and presented his ass to Collin right there in the horse stall.
Collin rubbed what appeared to be salve on his tremendous prick, then
slowly, inexorably drove the full length of it up Marin's eager butt
hole.  Martin moaned a little at this.  Once Collin had his dick all
the way up Martin's ass, he stopped for a bit, breathing deeply,
looking down at what he was doing, then played his fingers lightly
across Martin's back, working them a little harder and harder, rocking
and swiveling his hips, obviously relishing the moment, and then
cupping his hands on Martin's ass cheeks, then started driving his
cock in and out of the other boy's ass, faster and faster, seriously
long cocking him harder and harder until with a great gasps he lifted
the other boy clear off the ground as he came in searing wave after
wave.  Martin, he could see, shot his wad too.

Talaver got it all.  He got pictures of the whole thing.

Too much.

Too fucking much.

"You're MINE, Collin," He whispered to himself.

He waited quietly until the boys got dressed, not jacking off though
he could have done it fifteen times.  No.  The next time he came it
would be with Collin.  He would come with Collin's lips upon his,
Collin's hands upon his body, Collin's hands on his cock, his dick in
Collin's mouth, in Collin's ass, and yes, his lips on Collin's lips,
his hands on Collin's body, his hands on Collin's cock, Collin's cock
in his mouth, in his ass!  Collin and Talaver were going to get it on,
all the way.

No doubt about it.