Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 13:24:59 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: COCK ALLEY

The reason I knew about it was because I had heard it talked about at one of
the gay bars I went to once in a while - the Court Jester in West LA.  In
fact, when you walked out the front door of the Jester you were looking
right down cock alley; it was like directly across the street.

Tonight, Thursday, was a bummer night at the Jester.  It was dull as hell
and, unfortunately, I was horny as hell.

I tried my best but couldn't connect with the two young things I'd been
eyeing at the bar. I'd picked up some nice guys at the bar sometimes, but
boys were what I was really interest in, boys too young to be allowed in
bars.  That's kind of embarrassing to admit but it's true.  I didn't ask to
be that way but that's the way it is - sorta like being gay, it just
happens.

So, I decided to split.  When I exited the door, it dawned on me that,
despite the dull night at the bar, which lacked parking, I was parked in a
parking garage a block away and the closest way to my car was to walk
through cock alley.

What the shit, I could see a few lights above the back doors of some of the
businesses that backed on cock alley, so I decided to take the shortest
distance between two points.  After all, it wasn't all that late at night
and I only had one block to go. I could take care of myself, I worked out 3
times a week at the Fitness Club and if a patrol car stopped me, I had a
valid excuse for being there.

I was almost through the alley when I heard a voice say "Do you want'a suck
cock?"

"Where are you?"

A wino stepped out from between two dumpsters and said, "Josh, show
yourself."  With the dim light I couldn't tell much about the kid the wino
called Josh except that he really was a kid, probably somewhere between 12
and 15 years old.

"Well, do you?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Like how big it is?  Can you get it up?  How many times you been sucked off
tonight?"

"Man I only get sucked once a night and I charge 50 bucks.  Better one
satisfied cocksucker than 5 dissatisfied ones that I charged 10 bucks each.
Who the hell can you get it hard 5 times in one night?"

For some reason that sounded logical.

"OK, so how big is it?"

"Eight inches."

"I thought to myself - that's bull shit."

When I'm out looking for "it" I use a special billfold.  I keep only $20
bills in it and any smaller denominations and change in one of my pockets,
so I said, "I'll give you $20 to just see it."

He walked around one of the dumpsters and stood under the light above one of
the back doors opening into the alley.  The little shit didn't have 8
inches.  Why he lied, I didn't know because he had a nice, fat, 6-inch, cut
cock - bigger than anyone could have expected on a boy of his age.  I wanted
it.  I didn't call him on the 8-inch crap but I said,

"Nice, how about a 100 dollars to take that home with me for the night."  I
gave the wino 20 bucks for good luck.

"Where do you live?"

"In Beverly Hills. An apartment on Wilshire Blvd."

"I don't think I should stay all night.  Would you drive me home after two
or three hours?"

"Sure."

On the way to the apartment, he asked my name and I told him it was Michael.
From the apartment's parking garage we took the elevator to the 15 floor
and I led Josh to my bedroom.  I really enjoyed him.  I'd heard of young
boys with big cocks.  Now I had actually seen one and was actually going to
suck on one.  He was erect when he got undressed and unfortunately it didn't
last long.  He gave me a nice load though.  It was obvious that he had told
the truth there - he only picked up one John per night.  When we'd finished
I got him a coke from the refrigerator and showed him the apartment because
he wanted to see it.  He made the remark that my bedroom was bigger than his
whole house.

Then we went out onto the covered balcony on the south and east sides of the
apartment.  From the balcony you could see the skyscrapers in Century City
and down town to the east and, to the south, you saw the South Bay Cities
and the Palos Verdes Peninsula, plus the total blackness of the ocean at
night.  You could pick out the main arterial streets and could also see
planes in the landing path for LAX.  He was impressed.  He said it was fun
just looking out from the balcony; it was like looking at a carpet of
diamonds; In fact he said he wished he lived in a place like this.

I was interested in his remark and asked where he lived.  He said in Lomita
a few blocks east of the Harbor Freeway.  He lived in a converted garage on
an alley.  The property belonged to an uncle.  He lived with his twin
brothers who were 16, Jerome and Jarred and wouldn't want to leave them.  As
it turned out Josh was 13.

Kinda reading between the lines I thought he was proposing I let the three
of them live with me, so I out and out asked him if that was what he was
suggesting.

"Would that be OK if we all moved in?"

"Yea, I think it might fun if the twins were gay, too."

"You aren't married, then?"

"No.  And, living alone is a bummer at times."

He grabbed me, hugged me and kissed me until I thought he'd never stop. So
we went down to the parking garage, dropped down to I-10 west and then
switched to the 405 south.  I thought it would be the fastest way to the
location he had given me.

Josh had Jerome and Jarred come out to the car to meet me, saying I'd better
not leave my car unattended.  They were as stunningly handsome as Josh; all
had a slender, boy's build, black hair, were fair skinned and had blue eyes.
  They went back in and shoved their clothing into black, plastic garbage
bags and threw them in the trunk.  Jarred started to get in the front
passenger seat but Jerome told him to get in the back with Josh.

Back on the freeway, Jerome said, "Jarred would have been a distraction on
the freeway.  He's a compulsive masturbator.  I don't understand why and
don't have the money to find out.  Josh and I both try to get one John per
night in cock alley, or someplace else; that gives us $100 a night which is
enough to live on but doesn't leave much after we pay the rent.
I never let Jarred go to cock alley."

After a few beers, Jerome wouldn't let Josh have one, we were all kind of
stressed from the excitement and decided it was time to turn in.

Jerome seemed to be the brother in charge.

Consequently I showed him the apartment and he had Josh and Jarred sleep in
one of the guest rooms that had twin beds.  He announced he'd sleep with me.

"Can we take a beer into the bedroom with us?"

"Make yourself at home Jerome.  This is where you live now."

He opened his can of beer as we undressed.  None of them had brought any of
their plastic bags with them from the trunk, so I had to find an extra
toothbrush for him.  He stripped right in front of me and slipped into bed
naked.  Whereas Josh looked like a boy with a big cock, Jerome was a boy
with a man's cock - a big, heavy, 8 inches of cut man meat. It hung over his
balls as it left his body and then turned down.  His cockhead was huge and
spectacular, befitting his cock.

As soon as I got into bed he turned toward me and started making love -
kissing, fondling and finally wrapping my hand around his massive piece of
cock flesh.  Never in my life had I felt a cock so big, so hard and yet so
soft and warm to the touch.  The fact that it was also on a 16-year-old boy
made it overwhelmingly exciting.

"Michael, I really appreciate what you're doing for us.  I want you to
realize our three cocks are for your pleasure whenever you want us."

"Jerome, I want you to realize I'm really glad to have you 3 boys living
with me."

"I didn't get to the alley tonight, I really need to cum.  I don't jack off
on the nights I can't go.  I think it's only fair to give a John a big
load."

"Jerome, I believe that making the cock I'm sucking shoot is more important
than my pleasure.  I'd love to take care of that big cock of yours, make it
shoot so you can relax and get some sleep."

With that, I took Jerome's 8-inch piece of teen cock into my mouth.  It was
already erect but, at the same time, it was soft and warm and after I'd
sucked on it awhile, it was also covered with my saliva and slippery as
hell.  It was easy to slide it in and out of my mouth.

"Oh man, suck it, suck it good.  It needs a good suck."

With an 8-inch cock in your mouth, how do you answer questions?  You cant,
so I didn't.

"Oh God yes!  You're a fantastic cocksucker.  You're deep throating it - the
whole fucking thing.  You're going to make me shoot my juice."

He was right.  It didn't shoot right away.  In fact I backed off now and
then to make it last and to tease him into even greater pleasure.  When it
did happen, his cock juice flowed out of his 8-inch cock and right into my
hungry, cocksucker's mouth and it delivered a truly sizeable load of sweet
boy cum. Without giving him as much as a minute to rest, I got onto my
knees, bent over him and straddled his legs and started jacking him off,
alternating it with sucking on him.

"Oh my God, that feels so good and, at the same time, it hurts.  You've made
me desperate to shoot again, but I can't."

"I know, but you will.  Just give me a minute or two."  Finally, I locked my
lips around the rim of his cockhead and began jacking him really fast.
Within seconds, he lifted his midsection off the bed and again his 8-inch
boy cock blew its load right into my mouth for the second time within
minutes.  I pulled off and let him rest this time.

"You said you needed to cum."

"And did I ever - big time, too."  He kissed me a few times, laid back down
and said, "Give me a few minutes and I'll do you."

"Do you want another beer or a cigarette?"

"How about both."  I threw him a spare, terry cloth bathrobe and we went out
on the balcony and talked and looked at Josh's "Carpet of Diamonds."

"You're a real bonus Michael, do you know that?"

"Well, I don't exactly know what you mean."

"The three of us would have been lucky to be here even it if was with an old
man that couldn't get his dick up or suck cock worth a shit, but here you
are, a virile, young man with a well developed body and a very well
developed cock between your legs. And, you really do know how to take care
of a boy cock."

"Thanks, I consider it my second profession, the one I like best and I put
out my best effort in doing it."

"I love cocks, all shapes and sizes but I'm addicted like mad to boy cocks.
They literally drive me crazy.  God, you have a nice one.  Is Jared's the
same, being you are twins?"

"Size wise, yes, his balls are actually bigger.  His cock doesn't have as
large a head as mine, but I've noticed it gets as big when he works it up
with his masturbating."

"Speaking of that, I'll look up "Compulsive Masturbators" on the web before
I go to work tomorrow.  You can sit next to me and we'll see if we can find
any answers on there."

"Let's finish the beers back in the bedroom, Michael.  I want to take a good
look at your cock in the light."  We sat up leaning against the headboard
and with both bedside lamps on.  "Oh God, yours is absolutely beautiful, as
big as mine, large head and lots of prominent veins running every which way
the whole length of the shaft.  It's almost frightening.  It looks like it
should be on a real man and it is."

"You aren't frightened of it are you?"

"It looks that way, but I'm hot to get it in my mouth.  Lets leave the
lights on."

Damn, he knew as much about sucking cock as he gave me credit for.  He had a
wonderful mouth on him and it made my cock feel wonderful too.  I didn't
last as long as he did, and I hoped to hell he was too tired to try and make
me cum twice in a row.   He sucked a big load out of me.

He was kind of a take-charge guy, and I kind of liked his being that way -
it eliminated all guesswork as to what he wanted.  He told me to turn off
the light on my side and he'd turn off the one on his side.  He immediately
threw an arm and a leg over me and said he was used to cuddling while
sleeping.  He hoped I didn't mind.

"I'm used to sleeping alone, but I'd like to get used to your way instead."

"Do you care if, after you've had sex with one of my brothers, I slip in and
stay the night with you every night?"

"I'd love it if it doesn't bend the other two out of shape."

"Leave it to me, they pretty much do as I say.  I really want to sleep with
you every night."

The last thing I remember before going to sleep was Jerome asked me what
time I left for work and I told him 6:45.

At 5:45 Jerome work me up, even before my alarm went off - good thing, too,
because I had forgotten to turn it on.  "Here's a cup of coffee, I'll have
breakfast ready as soon as you've showered."

He had fixed a bigger breakfast than I ever eat, so I settled for a small
orange juice, one pancake and two strips of bacon.  Jerome woke Jarred up
and the two of them went down to the car with me to get the plastic bags out
of the trunk.  I'd forgotten to give him a key, so I took the one off my key
chain.

At work, my mind kept bringing up the new development in my life.  I was
glad I'd let them move in.  They were a lively bunch of beautiful, big
cocked boys.  What more could I wish for.  I guessed it paid to take a
chance once in a while.  It was Jerome that I thought about most though.
Finally it dawned on me that of the 3 he was the most mature and, whereas
last night they were all boy toys and sex objects to me, I now knew that I
wanted Jerome as a friend, too.  They were all friends but I wanted him as
an equal, a confidant, someone that I could be close to, rely on - that sort
of friend.

When I got home and walked in the apartment it seemed totally different -
the drapes had been opened, whereas I always left them closed - the place
was full of light, it had been picked up and cleaned, beds had been made and
there were no dishes on the breakfast table or counter and I could smell
something cooking in the oven.  Too, I could hear a shower running and boys
laughing from one of the guest rooms.  Jerome greeted me with a kiss and a
hug, took me into the kitchen, got a shaker of Martinis from the fridge,
poured one for his self and one for me, grabbed a serving dish with cheese
crackers and cashews and we sat on the east balcony, now cooling off as the
sun had moved into the west.

"How was your day?"

"Good, but all I could think of was to get home?"

"To see if the place was totally trashed?"

"No, I knew you'd take charge and it would be OK.  Thanks for all the work
that you did, I appreciate it, as well as the Martini and the kiss and hug
at the door."  With that as an introduction, I went on to relate my thoughts
about him and how I wanted and needed him as a friend.

"Michael, I need you in exactly the same way that you just described that
you need me.  God, it's been a lonely life for me so far, and for the other
two, also."

I reached over, took his hand and kissed both the back of it and the palm.

As I knew, it was Josh and Jarred horsing around in the shower, they came
looking for us and emerged from the patio door sparking clean and dressed in
pressed shorts and freshly laundered polo shirts.  They kissed me, ate all
the crackers and nuts, helped themselves to a taste of the Martinis from
Jerome's and my glass and asked if they could have one.

Jerome looked at me and I said "Why not, I think we all have something to
celebrate tonight."

After a second round for all of us, Jerome drug all of us to the kitchen to
peel and slice potatoes, wash vegetables and set the table in the dining
area, where he'd already piled up place mats, silverware, china, wine
glasses and napkins.

"Michael, I threw away half of the stuff in your refrigerator, including all
of the plastic containers of food you'd brought home from restaurants.  I
made a list of what I threw away, and by the way, where do you put the trash
in a 15th floor apartment?  We need to go to a supermarket after dinner."

Jerome took a cart and Josh, Jarred and I took a second one.  I always
dreaded supermarkets but the three of us had the two cart loaded in no time
with all of our favorite foods.  Jerome tried to get us to put some of it
back but I said it was OK, it was the first time I've had a good time at a
supermarket; he warned Jarred and Josh never again unless they ate every bit
of the stuff they'd selected.  You don't want to know what the bill was, I
didn't either, but it was shocking.

Going home, I told Jerome I was embarrassed at all the cleaning and laundry
he'd done.   He said they'd all pitched in.  He didn't know if I had a
cleaning lady or not; the place wasn't dirty, just untidy.  I told him I
send dress shirts and other stuff that needed ironing to a laundry and that
was OK.  He responded to just leave it until school started then we could
reappraise it.  I reminded him we needed to talk about school.

Before retiring we looked Jarred's problem up on the web. There were three
types of suggestions:  1.  By ministers - seek the Lord's help.
2. By doctors - evaluate what the damage was to the individual and
3. Others - They just stated it was based on fantasies.

Only "others" was of any value and that was dubious - didn't everyone
jacking off think of a fantasy to one degree or the other?

It was Friday and my night for Jarred to have sex with me.  I was tired,
went to bed early and read waiting for him to appear.  After a TV program he
and Josh had been watching he came in and undressed as I watched him.

Jerome's description of Jarred's cock had been accurate but it was still
exciting as hell to see it in the flesh.

He crawled into bed.  I could tell he was nervous.  "Do you want to leave
the lights on or turn them on?"

"What ever you want."

"Lets leave them on, then.  Move over, I want to lie close to you, here lie
on my arm."

I knew he was even more shy and quiet than usual.  "Jarred, do you want a
couple of beers."

"Yea, please."  I went to the fridge and got a six pack.  While we were
drinking them I told him I wished he had sat beside me coming here from
Lomita."

"Really?  I wanted to, but Jerome was afraid I'd be a distraction."

"But what a nice distraction."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Sure, I think all you brothers are really something very nice, very
special."

"I like you, too.  I'm really glad you let us move in with you."

"Do you and Josh find enough to keep you interested during the day?"

"A lot more than we did in Lomita - a big screen TV and a great stereo with
a lot of new CDs for both of them."

"Well, there is lots we can do on weekends, the ocean, Disneyland, museums,
the zoo, nearby tourist attractions, lots of stuff."

"Like even this coming weekend?"

"Absolutely, where should we go first?"

"Disneyland, none of us has been there or even thought we'd ever have the
chance."

"Disneyland it is then."

He was almost finished with his 3rd beer and I could sense he was more
relaxed, so I reached over and started fondling his huge cock and big balls.
  He soon became fully erect.

"Do you like me my playing with your genitals?"

"Yea, you're so gentle." Once assured, I continued to slowly fondle his
balls, rub his stomach, run my fingers through his public hairs, run a
finger around the rim of his cockhead and, occasionally, jack his big shaft.

"Do you mind my asking what you think of when you masturbate?"

"Just a dream, I guess.

"Who's in the dream?"

"I can't describe him, I never really get to see him.  I just know that he's
someone that loves me."

"And you love him."

"I guess.  I really don't know."

"Have you ever masturbated with someone else, or jacked off someone else."
He replied that he hadn't.

"Would you let me masturbate you and then you could masturbate me?"

"OK."

"Would you really like to shoot a big load?"

"Yea, I always like to cum big."

I got a bottle of poppers and some lube out of the nightstand drawer and
showed him how to use the poppers.

"Let's scoot down in the bed, I want you to kneel over me, facing my feet
with your cock right above my face."  He did as I had told him and took a
hit from the poppers bottle, which he thought smelled terrible.

I smeared lube all over his big, boy cock and gripped it with my right hand.

We passed the bottle back and forth and I very slowly began jacking his big
cock.  My God, but that huge cock and its balls, all drawn up tight to his
body, was a sight I'd never forget.  And, the longer I jacked it the bigger
it seemed to get. As Jerome had said it would, the cockhead soon became
enormous, red, blood engorged and looked ready to burst.  I delayed his
climaxing as long as I could but finally I sensed it was going to happen, so
I raised my head so my mouth could close around his cockhead and began
jacking hard and fast.

His whole body seemed to spasm and his big fuck tool pulsed as I held it in
my mouth while it discharged a virtual flood of his boy seed into my mouth.
I knew he had really had a very intense orgasm.  In fact, he collapsed,
right then and there with his cock still in my mouth. His breathing was
heavy and, at that moment, I felt very close to the boy.

He liked what we had done, especially the position and, consequently, he
wanted to repeat the whole scenario as he masturbated me.

It was now Saturday and my night to sleep with Josh, but, in late afternoon,
when I was checking on my e-mail, Josh told me that he'd called a friend
yesterday morning and he'd just returned the call.  Josh wanted to know if
he could come over tonight.  I told him it would be OK, so Josh said the
friend's alley name was Alley Cat and he lived with an older man in a cheap
hotel downtown; we'd have to pick him up and Josh had told him 8 PM.  We ate
out and all went to pick him up.  It was a good thing I had a mini-van; I
was collecting quite a family. The kid, Alley Cat, was waiting in front of
the flophouse hotel on the walk, and Josh identified him to me. I really
didn't know what to expect but he was neat and clean, except his shoes had
seen far better days.  Jarred wanted to go to a movie he had seen in the LA
Times, so that is where we went.  It was playing in one of the theaters on
Hollywood Boulevard and Saturday night was a crowded mess at any theater,
especially so in Hollywood, so I expected a line.  Luckily we did get
seated.  Even after the big dinner, the boys all had large popcorns and
cokes, including Alley Cat, who also had a hot dog - guess he hadn't had
supper.

They all thanked me and I was glad we all had an evening out.  I was glad
they did as I worried about them having to stay all day in the apartment.
Jerome sat next to me and we held hands for the entire movie.

Back in the apartment, the boys turned on the TV before they even turned on
the room lights.  I told Jerome to offer Lance (Alley Cat's real name) a
hamburger, as I didn't think he'd had supper.  So Jerome offered him a
burger or a hot roast beef sandwich.  There was enough left over from the
roast and mashed potatoes last night to fix one.  Brian chose the roast beef
sandwich and ate it with obvious enjoyment.

When it came time to go to bed, Jerome asked me if it would be OK to put
Lance and Josh together in the 2nd. Guestroom, the one with the king sized
bed.  I said sure, so he told Josh that is where he and his guest should
sleep.

Josh announced that before every one turned in he wanted everyone to see
Lance's cock; it was unbelievable.  So, we all traipsed into the guestroom.

Unbelievable was a misstatement.  Lance, was a real cute boy, at the most
5'-4" and on the skinny side.  He was quite tanned and had blonde, curly
hair and blue eyes like the 3 brothers.  His cock was big and heavy and a
foreskin covered a big cockhead.  His cock had to be at least 9" long.  He
wasn't embarrassed in the least to have us all staring at him and his
magnificent endowment. Of course, it looked even bigger because of his
overall small stature.  Always curious about uncut cocks I reached down and
pulled the foreskin back to see if it would clear and lock behind his
cockhead, which it did and in so doing exposed a nice pink colored cockhead.
  How old he was I had no idea.

He had a public bush, so he was, at least 13, like Luke.  However the bush
wasn't thick, even though a few curly hairs adorned the inside of his thighs
right at his crotch as well as his pubic bush.

"Guess all you guys want to see it hard."  So, he gave it a few strokes and
it erected straight out in all its unbelievable magnificence from his small,
boy's body.  Jarred was not the only masturbator in the room.  Josh was
slowly jacking his, Jerome was jacking his and I was doing the same to mine.
  Lance would make anyone lucky enough to see his cock do the same.  The kid
was the hottest, fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life.

After we'd had our look see and fun, I said we should leave Josh and his
guest alone.  Jerome told Jarred he could sleep with the two of us rather
than sleep alone.  Jarred replied that he'd be right along, so Jerome and I
just did some light kissing and sweet talk, waiting for Jarred to come in.
But it was Josh that knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Michael, Jarred said you had some stuff called lube and some stuff called
Poppers.  He wants to borrow them.  He wants Alley Cat to fuck him."

I gave the "stuff" to Josh and Jerome told him to tell Jarred he'd better
take things slowly, or he'd have one sore backside in the morning.  Jerome
was worried as hell and a little curious, too - I think.  I wasn't as
worried but I was curious as hell, so, without turning on any lights, we
went slowly into the hallway connecting the two guest rooms and their baths.
  It wasn't exactly quiet in the guest room they were using.  Their
conversations (if you could call it that) and sounds of boy sex came through
the door quite distinctly.  Jarred wasn't crying, nor did it seem he was not
enjoying it, so we went back to the master bedroom and gave them their
privacy.

Once in bed again, Jerome started worrying that Brian would try to fuck
Josh, too.  There was no way to reassure him; all I could say was that we'd
find out in the morning.  We cuddled and eventually fell asleep tangled up
in each other's arms and legs.  It was 3:30 AM, by the digital clock when I
awoke because Jerome was sucking my cock and I was very near to climaxing.
I no sooner emptied my balls into his mouth than he shifted positions and
literally mouth fucked the hell out of my mouth with his 8 inches of what
seemed like super hard boy cock.  And, I must tell you, I not only didn't
object, I enjoyed the hell out of it, especially when his nuts exploded
shortly after he'd stopped on a down stroke deep into my mouth.  I couldn't
believe how big his load was.

After breakfast, we took the 405 to the Garden Grove freeway to go to
Disneyland.  For some strange reason, I preferred going this way rather than
taking I-5, which was actually shorter.  I guess Jerome, who normally sat up
front with me, wanted to talk to Jerome and Josh, so Alley Cat ended up in
front.  I hadn't noticed Saturday evening, but it was obvious today that he
didn't have on jockeys.  Every-once-in-a-while, his dickhead would appear
out of the leg of his denim shorts.  The little prick was teasing me.  I
knew it and once when he caught me sneaking a look he gave me a smile and a
big wink and used the tip of his tongue as though it were a windshield wiper
across his upper lip.

I didn't even dare look at him again or I'd go right off the freeway.  The
little cockteaser had my number and he was also telling me that I could have
it anytime I wanted it.

Waiting to buy tickets at Disneyland, the Cat told us he'd been here once
but was really anxious to go again.  After a lunch at a place with outdoor
tables under umbrellas, the boys went to an attraction that Lance and I had
both seen before, so we told them we'd wait for them.  We went around a
corner and smoked a cigarette.

"You'd like to see it again, wouldn't you?

Oh God yes, but I'd go crazy if I saw it again and couldn't have it."

"We've got time, let's find a men's room, I noticed one very close that
way."

We stood next to each other at a urinal, he flashed it, jacked it a little
and shook it up and down.  I was so fucking worked up I could have easily
shot a load right there.

"I know you like it.  When can we get together Michael?"

"I really do and I'd like to have a get together with you as soon as
possible.  The only problem is I can't figure out a way."

"Could you arrange to go out of town for a few days as an excuse, like say
Tuesday and Wednesday?"

No, but I gave him my office number and told him to call me next Wednesday.

In bed that night, Jerome told me Jarred had survived and Lance hadn't even
tried to fuck Josh, so he was somewhat calmed down.  I told him I wasn't
going to work tomorrow; I wanted to take all of them to a sporting goods
store that wasn't too far, and if Lance and I kind'a followed them in the
van they could ride the bikes back.  I wanted to buy them all bikes, a
basketball and some swim trunks so they could go to a park that was fairly
close to the apartment.  I still felt bad that they were left with nothing
to do all day.

The next day we went to the sporting goods store, I showed them where two
parks were and showed them the quietest streets to use in getting to them.
Jerome cooked an early supper and at 5 o'clock, I left to take Lance back to
his flophouse on the way to Burbank.  I don't know what it was about that
kid but whenever I was alone with him I immediately erected.  I suggested we
go by my office but he said he did have to get back to his room so we left
it that he'd call me Wednesday.

Tuesday I went to work without feeling guilty as to what the boys could find
to do for entertainment and excited about what tomorrow might bring with
Lance - God how I wanted to get to that boy meat of his. Wednesday, he
called in the morning and I met him in front of his hotel about 11:AM.  It
was almost a bummer.  I wanted to suck his 9-inch cock and he wanted to take
my virginity.  We almost reached a stalemate until he asked if he could
still come up to the apartment weekends and go places with us.

I told him "for a price" and he didn't even ask the price.  He knew what I
meant.  He did ask, "Where can we do it?"

"The office is closed Wednesday afternoons and we just leave the answering
machine on.  I'll call my secretary and say I got delayed; we can get lunch
somewhere and then go to the office."

I had him strip.  I didn't even bother; I just dropped my pants in case I
shot off.  I had him get on his back on my desk, legs spread and over the
edge.  He was flaccid but it sucked up nicely to its full length.  Damn,
what a beautiful big cock the kid had.  I'd wanted it ever since he'd
flashed me in the car on the way to Disneyland.  He had told me the truth he
liked to fuck and I guess he had a hard time getting off with oral sex.
That was OK with me.  I didn't need a quickie and I had all afternoon with
nothing to do except suck on his big cock.  I finally realized I was not
going to make him cum by sucking on him alone, so I started masturbating him
with my mouth over his cockhead; that did the trick, he gave me a big load
and my 30 minutes of pleasure were over until the next time I called him and
told him I wanted him. That was a nice feeling, having a 9-inch cock by the
balls - so to speak.

I took him back to his flophouse and went to the country club where I always
went on Wednesday afternoons.  The day was hotter than hell and my balls
were hotter than hell.  Shit, I should have jacked off while I had Lances
big, hard cock in my mouth but I didn't.  It was too hot to play golf and I
hadn't phoned any of my golf buddies, so I decided to sit on the covered
patio overlooking the pool and have a few Gin and Tonics.  I was only there
an hour when my cell phone rang.  It was Johnny.

(Johnny takes some explaining. He is the nephew of a long time friend, Daryl
Dawson who is manager of one of the largest, downtown hotels.  He has
assigned Johnny to my care when he, Daryl, is out of town if Johnny is in
trouble, which is quite often.)

Anyway he explained he was calling from his cell phone.  He had just emerged
from cock alley (the end opposite the Jester, and a cop car was cruising
him.  In fact it made a u-turn at the end of the block and was coming back.
He'd been picked up by the cops so often he was scared to death.

          "What side of the street are you on?"

	"The opposite side from the active block, in front of McDonalds."

	"Go into McDonalds and I'll hang on."

	"OK, what's next?"

	"Do you have any money?"

	"Yes"

"Get a burger and a cup of coffee; sit in one of the tables on the aisle
that parallels the street.  After you get your order, look up the number of
a taxi company and have them take you to the country club where Daryl and I
belong.  If you look at the wall between the men and women's rest rooms
there is a pay phone on the wall.  I'll pay the cab when you get here.  If
the cabbie gives you any shit have him call me.  After you've called the cab
call me back and after you've gotten in the cab call me.  If the cops come
into Mc Donald's call me also.   (To explain - if you want a taxi in LA you
call one.  The only place you can get one without calling is in front of a
major hotel.)

Johnny called again when he was in the taxi.  Everything turned out OK.
"Jesus, Mike I was scared shitless.  You always seem to know exactly what to
do."  Mike, by the way was 17, quite a good build, had a typical,
barbershop, short haircut and brown eyes.  No way would anyone mistake him
for being gay.  I couldn't imagine why the cops were interested in him.

I went out and waited at the front door so I'd be sure not to miss the cab.
He was acceptably dressed, so we went back to the covered patio by the pool.
  I hailed a waiter and ordered two gin and tonics and a glass of water.
When they arrived, I took the lime and the stirrer out of one of the
highballs and Johnny drank it - it looked no different than a glass of
water.

"Why were you in cock alley this time of day?"

"Got horny early."

"Wouldn't your girl friend give you any?"

"I didn't ask her, and you owe me a hundred bucks.  You lost the bet.  I'm
now totally gay.  Gave up on the cunts all together."

"Congratulations.  I hope you will never have any regrets.  Why don't we
have another round of drinks and go to my office?"

"I know a closer place.  Uncle Daryl took me there and he keeps saying he's
got to take you there."

"What is it."

"It's an undercover, men's bath.

It has a lot of young stuff, 12 up to 19.  You'll love it.  We can mess
around a while and then get a private room, where you can suck your favorite
cock."

He was talking about his cock.  I'd told him a hundred times how much I
liked it.

"We'll have to park a two block minimum from the place and walk."  It turned
out to be in a residential district.  It was an older, Spanish style,
2-story home. We walked three houses from the corner into an alley.  There
was a paved parking area with one car and the house number was on the 8'
high, concrete block enclosure that separated the parking area from the
small, backyard.  Guess the owner didn't want to call attention to the place
with a lot of cars.  Johnny told me it was open only from 1 to 10 PM.

The guy at the door called Johnny by name.  Johnny introduced me and I paid
the $100.00 annual fee plus $20.00 for this visit and another twenty for a
private room.  Johnny, being under 20 was admitted free - this explained all
of the young guys I could see from the area of the door.  Johnny asked for
two lockers to start and said we'd go to the room later.  The place was
clean and fresh, had a crowded 12' x 16' maze with one fair sized area more
or less in the middle, of course it was without lights except for the area
in the middle, which had a dim spot light on a mat that covered the floor
and all the walls were flat black. It had a spotless men's room, but no
showers.  Then, there was a dimly lit encounter room again about 12' x 16'.
We watched a kid getting his ass fucked on the mat by a big dicked guy about
my age.  In the encounter room I spotted, in one of the corners what
interested me more than anything else I saw - a really young boy - 13 or 14
maybe - thin, semi-long blonde hair and probably blue eyed - the dim
lighting left that up to guessing.  Anyway he was standing in a corner; his
body covered only by what looked like a black, plastic, mini-skirt.

"Hi, you look lonely."

"No body is interested in what I like to do."

"I am.  Test me."

"The only thing I like to do is hold a man's cock with one hand and
masturbate with the other."

"Sounds exciting to me.  Can you take the skirt off?

He unzipped the front and threw it aside.  I pressed him into the corner and
began kissing him, open mouth.  His hand moved immediately to wrap itself
around my cock.  After he explored my eight inches, he simply held it and
started masturbating himself.  I wrapped my arms around his body and drew
him as close to me as I could.  In the crotch area I could feel his other
hand working his cock.  It was exciting.  It really was.

I'd never been so close to a kid when he was jacking off.  He came in a
flash and I could feel his cum run down my left leg.  I just stood still and
kept kissing him.  His 5 inch, boy cock showed no indication of going soft
so I just slid down and knelt before him, took his cock into my mouth and
started sucking it

"Oh my God, what are you doing?"  I didn't answer.  Even if I was the first
one to suck his cock, it had to be obvious what I was doing.  "Oh shit!
I've never felt anything like this before. I'm going to cum again."  I
didn't answer, I just let him ejaculate into my mouth and then let it go
soft in my mouth before I pulled off of him.

He asked my name and told me his was Hal.  He said he was here with his best
bud that was also named Michael. He said I couldn't call him but if I gave
him my phone number his parents would think he was calling his bud. He
wanted to get together again.  We went to the attendant, got a pencil and a
note pad.  I gave him my office, my apartment and my cell phone numbers.  He
put them in his locker, kissed me again and said he really would call me.
When was I free?  I told him I was free whenever he wanted me.

It was time to go up to the room.  Johnny positioned himself so his legs
were hanging over the edge and I knelt on the floor between them.  Johnny's
cock shaft was only about 3 inches long but it was capped by a cock head
that was obscenely big for the size of his shaft.  In fact, it would have
been too large for any cock I had ever seen.  The damn thing was huge and I
loved to get my lips over it and hooked in back of the rim.  I just kept the
big thing in my mouth, ran my tongue over it and otherwise satisfied my
cocksucker's hunger for the thing before I moved on.  Unlike Hal, Johnny was
not a flash shooter.  When you made him shoot that big cockhead off, you
knew you had sucked cock and you felt satisfied (for a while at least - but
isn't that the way is always is when you're a cocksucker).

He finally shot.  And, that's another thing I like about Johnny, when you
locked your lips around the rim of his cockhead and he gave you his juice,
his cum was a match for his cockhead.  He really shot a big load.

I took him home with me and to my surprise, Johnny, Jerome and Josh all knew
each other from the alley.

Jerome wanted to know if it would be all right to order pizza tonight.
Someone from the apartment's office had delivered notices around that
repairs on the apartment's swimming pool were completed and the pool was now
open and everyone wanted to try it out.

We had a few drinks until the pizza arrived.  The pool was really nice - the
first time I'd ever been in it after all the years I'd lived here.  I told
Johnny he should spend the night (it ended up that he moved in).  Who sucked
whom that night, I don't know.  I was out of it - worn out after all the
cocks I'd sucked.

I went to bed in the guestroom with the king sized bed and let the boys work
it out as to where they were to sleep.

Before I fell asleep, my mind wandered over the events of the day and the
past week.  I was gathering quite a harem of young boys, especially if you
included Johnny, Hal and Lance.  I was going to be a busy cocksucker and,
believe me, I looked forward to it - especially getting together with Hal
again - he was so young and so innocent.  It would be fun guiding him deeper
into the world of homosexuality between men and boys.

Hope you enjoyed - Joseph