Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2019 04:42:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Big Boys Don't Cry - Part 2 "Big Boys Don't Cry Part 2 Jbalancier9@yahoo.com Disclaimer The names used in this story are fictitous. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental... ******************************* I cannot say I learned a lot the day Jack took me into his confidence and then sucked my cock like a vulture; but I learned something. I thought, at the time, "This must be my lucky day" and why not? I was rollicking on the edge of maturity with a man who told me that I was special. I was not special, not special what so ever. What I was, in gay terms was available and not so bright. I was fascinated believing that I was clever enough to attract a hot man, allowing him to think I was a good catch. In real terms, I am just another chicken in the yard. When one is playing around with a chicken hawk, most any young chick is special to a hawk. If one is shy, young, dumb, and you know what to have a lot of. If you don't - it is full of cum. Then "You are so nice." End of story. I hadn't seen Jack for several days. I hate to admit all the foolish trips I made going past his house hoping to see him around. I did see his mom sitting on the porch one day and I stopped to say hello. "Good morning Mrs. Kaley." I said, being very friendly. "Could I mow the lawn for you? My name is Tom, and I live down the street. I guess that makes me your neighbor," I said smiling "Well, I don't know young man; my son usually mows it, but he is putting off cutting it lately. Oh sure, go ahead and cut it. My son will be surprised and no doubt grateful." She said "How much do you charge Tommy?" she sked me "Twenty dollars for a lawn this size. It's not very big" "It will have to include the strip next to the garage too," she said "Oh yes, Mrs. Kaley, I will do it all." "That is just fine. Can I bring you lemonade?" she asked "No thank you," I replied I finished cutting the grass as Jack's green Buick pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the open garage. I can't describe the expression on his face when he saw me talking to his mother. That alone was worth the twenty dollars. "Jack" she said. "This is Tom, he lives down the street and he mowed the lawn for you. Isn't that nice? Before he had a chance to reply, I stuck out my hand and said; "Nice to meet you Mr. Kaley He cracked a tiny grin and replied, "Nice to meet you too Tom, and squeezed my hand. The lawn looks nice, you did a good job," he commented "Thanks, well I have to be going." I said to both of them. "Thank you Mrs. Kaley for the work." "I forgot to get the loaf of whole wheat bread that you wanted," said Jack to his mother. "I'll run out and get it now for you. I can drop Tommy off in front of his house. No need walking, I have to go in that direction anyway." I got into the car beside Jack a little worried that he might be upset with me. I didn't know what to expect him to say and it concerned me just a little. He smelled nice like soap. I think he may have been to the YMCA because this was boys/men's day at the Y. We only had one Y in town, so we shared it with women and girls on different days. I was young but I wasn't dumb. I wondered how many times he dropped the soap in the shower. Many older men would go to the Y to shoot pool. I'm sure that Jack went to use the pool, locker room and shower. He dances constantly on the edge of Glib, which is a joke designed to turn nothing into something. This was the second time I rode in Jack's car and it felt cool being with my hero. "So you go around mowing lawns huh?" Jacked said I replied with a question of my own, I said, "So you go to the YMCA to shoot pool. Huh? Jack smiled, "Get over here you little shit," and squeezed my knee and I moved about two inches closer to him. Jack drove to the outskirts of town and into the country. "Where are we going? I asked "This is Switzer Hill," he said to me. "I use to go sledding here when I was a kid and can't count the number of times I fell off going down this hill. It's a great place in the winter. It's not a bad spot in the summer either if you have a buddy here with you." Gosh - these pants are so tight that I can't get comfortable. Do they look tight to you Tommy?" "Why Mr. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me," I said trying to keep from laughing I looked down between his legs and he took my hand and put it on the bulge in his pants. I did the same thing once before, but never got to taste it. His dick was swelling and I hoped he was looking for a blowjob from a sixteen-year-old, who was definitely willing to oblige. I was about to suck my first dick. I have dreamed about sucking off Jack and even practiced on a banana. I wanted a warm juicy cock. I was nervous as hell but it was easy taking one move at a time. Everything seemed to come natural to me. I figured it was easy when you are with the right person. What little did I know about the right person? What a joke. Jack turned off the engine and pushed the driver's seat back. I unzipped his pants and his cock came flipping out. He was not wearing any underwear. "They're not tight now" - I replied. "C'mon on. Said Jack as he snapped his jeans shut and got out of the car. I followed, of course. It was all deserted countryside and Jack went between clumps of trees and leaned against one of them. "Now where were we? He said as he pulled my hair forcing me to my knees. It was so exciting having my hair pulled and commanded to do something. I loved it. I unbuttoned his jeans and a treasure slipped out to greet me. My cock was so hard, I thought I would rip a zipper, but I left it alone to suffer in the pouch of my jockey underwear. I wanted to taste Jack. I wanted cum. I rubbed his dick a few times. It was a handful. I wanted to taste it so bad. I could see a drop of precum on the tip of his cock. He wiped it off with his finger and put it to my lips. I just looked at it. "You have to taste it Tommy - c'mon lick it off my finger." I obeyed. It tasted sweet. I was hungry for cock and now he knew it. Jack kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Kiss my junk and show me how much you like me." It was something I wanted to do badly. I was not about to squirm in embarrassment by going down on him. I kissed his cock and put it in my mouth. In a matter of minutes Jack groaned and held my head on his cock and muttered -"Ohhh baby, you hot little queer" and shot a load of gooey cum in my mouth. I swallowed and gulped for air. I had often thought what it would be like to blow somebody and now I knew. It was like earning a degree from the school of whores. "That was great Tommy -This is the way you take care of your boyfriend." Jack said to me. "You have to take care of my cock that is what boyfriends do for one another." "OMG I thought - He called me his boyfriend." I could not believe what I was hearing. I would find out later. Much later, it was pure bullshit. However, for the moment, I was happy. Jack dropped me off back in town where I met my mom after she got out of work and we walked home together. I kept spitting on the ground as we walked along the way. I could not get rid of the taste of Jack, from my mouth, but I kept trying. My mother never noticed anything was different, with all the spitting. We had to walk right past Mrs. Kaley's house, but nobody noticed and I looked straight head, avoiding the house entirely. Jack in his green Buick, was picking up young people including my friend, and using them for sex. He loved to empty their balls of cum and then call me for another load. When he got hot and wanted a blowjob for himself, he contacted me. I liked it, thinking that is what boyfriends do. Dumb too soon – smart too late. I certainly was naive listening to the phony boyfriend talk. "You're so nice- you're so nice," he would tell each pick-up that climbed into his Buick. In addition, some were also going to be his boyfriend. How sweet is that? Jack had a lust for young boys and would seek out vulnerable ones and befriend them. I guess I was one of them. He was quite skilled at doing that; and why not, he taught at an all-boy school and people trusted him. His personality was terrific and everybody liked being around Jack, especially the boys. I learn suddenly, once the stars leave my eyes, I see people as not so perfect. I thought, yikes, someday this routine will get Jack in serious trouble. *************************** Part 3 Along came Aaron and I learned how men fuck... One more time, if I may – Please remember Nifty with a donation in any amount. Thank you