Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:17:14 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex in School and Out - 4

SEX IN SCHOOL AND OUT - 4

After - In California

It took me 11 hours to get to Los Angeles; I'd started
early and now it was about 6PM.  Pete's apartment
turned out to be on the south side of LAX across from
the runway used by cargo planes.  The apartment
was in a huge building, accessed through a courtyard
and the rear windows of the Living Room had an
ocean view if you looked straight out the window
along with a view of a sewage treatment plant if you
looked downward.  Pete said it didn't smell as all the
tanks were covered.

Shortly after I arrived, we left for a French restaurant
in Hollywood that Pete liked.  We had a booth in the
back of one of the dining rooms.  He kept rubbing his
shoe up and down the inside of my leg, looking at me
with his dark eyes in a way that only he could.  I was
hard all the time we were there.  We had a couple of
Martinis before we ate.  The food was terrific.

Going home, he had his meat out of his pants as soon
as we pulled out of the restaurant parking area.  He
moved my hand over to his erection and told me to
squeeze his cock really hard and pull his balls.  As I'd
told Sunny, he was both inventive and unpredictable.

On entering his apartment, he got right down to
business.  He made a beeline to his bedroom closet,
pulled out a black bag, put on a cockring and handed
me two long pieces of coiled rope.  He wanted to play
one of his warm-up games.

Tying him up was a no-win game for me.  He was as
good as Houdini at getting free and no matter how
securely I tied him I knew he'd send me out for
something and when I returned he'd be in a bathrobe,
sitting on the couch watching TV.  His cock would be
flaccid.  He'd have masturbated himself.

"Where do you want me?"  At least he was giving me
a chance and I desperately needed to win.  I wanted
so badly to suck him off tonight and not have to wait
until tomorrow.

So, I opened the bathroom door, had him stand with
his back to the open edge.  The first knot I made was
to secure the rope to the top hinge of the door, then
the doorknob on his right, then each of his wrists
when they were in behind him, around the doorknob
on his left and back to the top and then the bottom
hinge.

With the second piece of rope I tied his ankles,
wrapped the rope around the bottom hinge, checked
that everything was taught, then I stretched the rope
across the room and wrapped it around the toilet
where the tank joined the bowl.

Right on schedule he asked me to go get a six-pack.
I did, after I'd put a blindfold on him and taped it with
duct tape as well as all the knots. All those years in
between, he hadn't changed.

In case he was unable to free himself, I sucked his
cock before I left.  And, I left him with a raging
erection.

When I got back he was as I'd left him.

"Your knot tying has improved."

"Thank God."

I took the blindfold off but didn't untie him.  I tipped the
beer can to his lips several times until he emptied it.
Then I untied enough that I could move him around
facing the door and then retied him.

I hand spanked him until even my hand was sore.  His
buns were flaming red and hot to the touch.

"Jesus, that's too hard.  It hurts."

"Poor boy!  Don't shit me, you like it.  Your cock is
getting bigger and harder with every swat."  His cock
looked as if it was ready to explode.

I went down on it.  At least for a while I did.  I wanted
to make it last.
It was the best cock suck I'd had since I'd last sucked
him off.

Finally he pleaded, "Please Mike!  Quit horsing
around.  Make me cum."

"I'll decide when you'll cum and I'm not ready for you
to cum as yet."

I fed him another beer instead and fondled his ass,
reached between his legs and pulled on his balls.  I'd
decided when he finished the beer I was going to fuck
him.  My cock was in total agreement with my plan.  It
had never been harder.  That was the effect Pete had
on me.

I'd seen his bathroom scale in bathroom.  It was just
the right height for me to stand on.  His legs were so
long I couldn't have gotten it in without the scale.
When he saw me carrying the scale out of the
bathroom he asked what I was going to do with it.

"Stand on it and fuck your back-door pussy."

"You'll break it."

"I'll buy you another one."

The scale was old, no digital readout.  It made a lot of
noise with my movement as I fucked Pete's love hole.
It was still tight.  Maybe he hadn't been fucked since
the last time I did it.

"Oh shit, you're shooting your load, I can feel it."

"I'm glad you can.  I wanted you to."

I washed my dick in the washbasin, dried it and
returned my attention back to his cock.  It was soft.
Pulling hard on his ball sack and sucking on him, I
brought it first to erection and then to eruption.
Eruption is the right word, too.  He did erupt.  It was
way beyond a mere cum or climax.


His whole body seemed to melt when I pulled my lips
off his fuck tool.

I untied him.  I think I'd surprised him.

Then he surprised me.  He threw his arms around me
and gave me an open-mouthed kiss.  The fist one I'd
ever had from him.

It was my turn to melt.

I stayed one week to the day.  He got back at me for
that first night.  He knew exactly how to cope with me.
He could get me excited when he as much as alluded
to letting me have some.  He could also excite me by
denying me some, just making me wait, by parading
around the apartment naked or with his bathrobe open
at the front.

But it was wonderful.  It was the first time I'd ever
slept in the same bed with him and what a totally out-
of-the-world experience that was for me.  I loved
waking, being aware where I was, reaching over and
finding his dick, holding it, feeling it erect in my hand.

Ever day I was there we had one major sexual
experience and at least one smaller one, a jack off, or
something similar.

He didn't want me to leave but I had to start home.  I
wanted to visit my parents and it was now that time in
my life to find a job.

I hadn't even got as far as the freeway entrance to I-
10 before I was missing him.  But, I had talked to
Gene several times on the phone and he'd talked
me into stopping to see him on my way home.  I'd
been missing him, too.

Among my other thoughts, I remembered my
conversation with Sonny about Pete.  Having
renewed sexual experiences with him, I knew I was
right.  He was a little weird but he was so fucking hot
he certainly was worth whatever it required to have
sex with him.

Having looked at an Interstate Freeway map, I knew
I'd be switching to I-15 in the San Bernardino area
and onto I-70 somewhere in Utah to get to Grand
Junction where I could drop south to Montrose where
Gene lived.

I stayed overnight at a Motel-6 in St. George Utah (the
town that sued the federal government alleging the high
death rate of cancer in the town was due to exposure
from radiation caused by nuclear bomb testing in the
region).  It was a dead town.  I should have stopped in
Las Vegas instead.  Spent the next night in Grand
Junction, called Gene who was so excited I couldn't get
much sense out of him.  He did tell me that his
grandfather was a scotch drinker in answer to a
question I asked him about what I could bring him and
told me his grandmother was a flower lover. I bought
the scotch in Grand Junction and decided to wait to get
the flowers in Montrose; Sonny might mess them up on
the way.

The minute I parked in front of his grandparent's
house, Gene bombed out of the house and opened
the car door.  As soon as Sonny saw him she went
ape over him and he went ape over Sonny.  I was
jealous.  I just hoped Gene was going to be as glad to
see me, as he was at seeing my dog.

He was.  It was a difficult time for both of us until and
during dinner as well as conversing with his
grandparents on the front porch afterwards.  They
were a dear old couple, so proud and fond of Gene.
They told me he'd talked about me at least 10 times
every day.  When the time came that we could
acceptably excuse ourselves to go to bed, we
hastened through brushing our teeth and taking a
leak. Once in his bedroom, Gene told me to lean over
the side of the bed.  I did and he fucked me like he'd
never fucked me during our college years together.

Guess he needed it.

I know I needed it.

In bed we faced each other with our arms around the
other's waist and whispered to each other for at least
an hour until I felt Gene's prick sticking in my crotch.

He did it again and then went down on me.

Annie, lying on the floor beside the bed, slept through
the entire episode.

I was tired from the traveling and Gene was tired from
working on the house.  He went to sleep before I did
and my mind wandered over my visit with Sonny, all
the sex I'd had in Sierra City, Pete and now Gene,
lying with his butt pushed up against my crotch.  I
thought how funny it was that with Pete I'd been the
top and with Gene I'd been the bottom.  I had no
logical explanation for it other than I knew myself well
enough to know I'd do anything for sex with another
guy.  Of course I had to be in love with the man.  Or,
did I?  How could I love two guys at the same time?
Why not?  Shit, to be truthful, I'd had sex with Lance,
Paul and John that I didn't love.  I was too tired to
figure it out and luckily I dropped off, arms around
Gene, to think it out at another time.

At 3:15 AM, according to the digital clock by Gene's
bed, Gene getting up and going to the bathroom
awakened me.  Once back in bed he snuggled up to
my back.  I could feel his erection, especially his big
cockhead pressed against the cleavage between my
buns.  I was just too fucking exhausted to wake up but
I was, nonetheless, aware that it was a warm happy
feeling, like, you know, you're loved.

Unfortunately my visit to Gene and his grandparents
was cut short by a telephone call from my parents.
They'd tracked me down through Sonny and Pete.

Mom wanted to know if I could come home right
away; her mother, who lived alone in a 2-story house
in Clarinda, Iowa, had fallen down the stairs and
broken her hip.  They were leaving right away and
would probably stay with her for a couple of months or
longer while she recuperated.  My dad, though only
50, had already retired. He didn't need to work.

I agreed. It wasn't a command but I wasn't doing
anything anyway.  I had hoped though to look for a
job, preferably in Denver.

I stayed until about 4 PM before starting home.  Gene
was all worked up, as he still had some things to tell
me; that is why I stayed until four o'clock.  Allen
Jefferson, now working for the Denver Public Schools,
had called him.  There were a good number of
teaching positions in the Denver Public School as well
as in some of the surrounding counties, especially
Jefferson and Arapahoe and he was going to send
Gene a list of them, which included instructions and
addressed for obtaining applications.  Allen had given
Gene his e-mail address and asked him to have me
get in touch.

Gene was worried that he didn't have a computer.  I
told him to check in Monte Vista and Grand Junction,
if he had to, with office supply stores.  Some rented
computers and some offered use of them in the store
for an hourly feel.

He had the mistaken idea that he could fill out
applications on a computer, but I put him straight on
that but concurred that a computer-generated resume
would be better than a hand written one, especially if
it was printed on quality paper with a matching
envelope.   If he wanted my in-put he knew my
Hotmail address and we could do it by e-mail if he
obtained a Hotmail address and was able to rent a
computer.

I was home by 10 PM.

TO BE CONINUED