Date: Sat, 05 Jun 2004 16:32:18 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: FINDING MAN COCK It's the middle of June, my rents are gone for six weeks and my dad's mother is babysitting me. It's working out great. I'm an only child, whereas grandma raised eight boys. She lives in the past and is far more permissive than the rents. I've already sneaked out of the house twice, which is easy to do; my bedroom opens off the utility room, which has an outside door. Both my bedroom, which has a bath and the utility room are obviously an add on to the house and the bedroom just had to be a rented room at one time. Tonight Grandma OKed my going to a movie with Danny. Danny lives two blocks from downtown but I live ten blocks - almost on the edge of the residential area on the south side of town. By the way, my name is Josh. I'm a skinny, blonde, blue-eyed kid. I'm 14 and nice enough except that I have a mouth that's always getting me in trouble. After the movie, I said goodbye to Danny at his house and after another three blocks, I was walking by the Solomon Apartments, the only apartment building in town and the highest at three stories. I was halfway finished smoking a cigarette and saw a man sitting on the steps smoking one, too. Holy fuck, he had his dick out of his pants. I wasn't too sure because the streetlights at the intersections are kinda blocked when the trees are leafed out, so I stopped to take a better look. Sure enough it was hanging out. "What are you looking at kid?" "What the fuck do you care?" "Oh, you have a mouth on you, do you use it for anything except mouthing off?" "Like what do you have in mind?" "Ever sucked a big cock?" "A bud and I suck each other once in a while, but no way does he have a big one." "How would you like to sharpen up your skills on a big one? "How big is it?" "Don't be stupid, how big it is depends on how hard it is." "Let me feel it and I'll decide." I was surprised because he reached down, laid his fly open on both sides and exposed his nuts, too. I felt him up, both his cock and his balls and I rubbed my fingers around his cockhead to find out if he was cut. He was, like me. And, I thought his dick was probably 7inches and fat. My feeling him up made him erect "Interested?" "Maybe." "What kind of an answer it that; you've still got your hand around it. Is it too big for big mouth?" "Maybe. I'd sure like to try. Yes or no depends on where you want to do it?' "In my apartment, the first one to the left." My answer is yes." I thought he'd just shut the door, lean against it and take it out, but he poured himself another drink and tossed me a beer from the fridge. "What' your name" "Josh. Josh Ballard." "Hell, I know your dad. Not well, but I've sat next to him several times at one of the local bars and chatted. My name is Paul Matthews, by the way." "That sounds like my dad." We were sitting on his couch; he got up, kicked off his shoes and pants and spread his legs. Jesus, he was a looker - tall and slender, black hair and fair skinned with dark brown eyes. His cock was absolutely beautiful. I guess his drinking slowed him down a little because I had a long cocksuck on his big tool and I did take the whole thing. After he climaxed and I swallowed his cum - another first for me but I been curious for a long time about tasting cum, he told me to stand up and drop my pants. Oh God, he was a good cocksucker and I had an intense orgasm. "Thanks, Josh, as you might have guessed, I really needed that. Is there any chance of doing it again?" "How about tomorrow night around 9:30?" "Is tomorrow Wednesday?" "Yea." "I'll be expecting you. And, oh, Josh; care if I have a guy in the apartment next door over, too? He's been looking for a cocksucker. There aren't many in this one horse town. His name is Michael Donegan. He's got an 8-inch cock. I think you'll have fun with him." "Sure, I think I would, too." On the way home, I kept thinking about Paul and how exciting it was sucking a man's cock for the first time. About Michael and his having an 8-inch cock. I thought of calling Danny and bragging about my good luck but decided he'd want in on it and why spoil a good thing - fuck Danny, let him find his own man cock. I'd fucking forgotten that Wednesday evening was when one of grandma's favorite TV shows was on. I thought the boring thing would never end so grandma would go to bed. It was really cutting things short for me. Finally, the damn thing ended, grandma switched off the TV. I waited awhile, carefully opened her door, she was out like a light and I was out the back door. Both Paul and Michael were sitting on the step smoking and holding plastic glasses. (I don't have to tell you what they had in the glasses). Michael about floored me. He was so damn good looking; his physical description matched Paul's except he was painfully thin. (I better tell you I have a fetish for skinny guys - the skinnier they are, the more I lust for them.) Michael said. "Josh, you're totally beautiful." "So are you Michael and totally sexy as well." Paul chipped in with, "OK girls, cool it until we get started." I smiled at that one. I'd never been referred to as a girl before but somehow the comparison seemed to apply. After all, gays were like girl in once sense. They both liked cocks. Before we went into Paul's apartment he went inside and brought out another round for Michael and himself and a beer for me. Later on, Michael did the same. "Josh, before we go in and get started, I want to explain that Michael and I both agree that it would be unfair for us to decide who went first, so we're going to play a game of 'hide and seek'. I'm not turning any lights on, and I'm going to leave the door open a crack. You close the door, give us a little while and start looking. My only clue was that, the night before, Paul had described his apartment as a 'studio apartment' and explained that meant it was one-room with no bedroom. It was still confusing, but when the first car went by it threw some light into the windows for a few seconds, I saw a refrigerator and knew the kitchen must be in an alcove. Paul was sitting on a counter around the corner, pants off, erect and ready to be sucked off. I grabbed his hard cock and he leaned back and threw his legs over my shoulders. I went down on him and orally masturbated him. "That was great, Josh. I'm not going to return the favor. I'm sure Michael will want you hot when it's his turn." The next car that passed clued me that there were only two places left to look, the bathroom and the closet. I chose the bathroom and it was a lucky choice. I walked in and damn near tripped over Michael's long legs. He was totally naked, sitting with his butt on the edge of the seat and his legs stretched out. Michael evidently reached over and flicked the light switch and then I saw him lock the door. For the first time, I saw his cock - not only the biggest one I'd ever seen but also the most beautiful. He wasn't cut but his foreskin not only retracted over his cockhead but also gathered in a few, tiny wrinkles about a half-inch in back of the rim of his cockhead. His cockhead was reddened and looked tender, "You've found it baby. It's all yours." Holy shit! The very words 'it's all yours' was the biggest turn on I'd ever had. If it had been possible I'd have called 911, gone to the emergency room with him and had a penis transplant. (As it was. I wondered if it was possible to fall in love with a cock). Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the toilet bowl with a leg on each side and just looked at it sticking up from his body. "What are you going to do, Josh?" "I'm going to suck the biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Just give me a minute." "Do you like it?" "I think I love it." "Suck it." I grabbed it and bent it forward so I could get it into my mouth. Once I had the head in, I went down on it, all the way down on it. It just had to be cocksucker's heaven. It took a while to get him off, but I stayed with it, even after I'd shot all over the bathroom floor. When he came, he came big time, screaming Oh! Oh! Oh! I had already stopped sucking so he could enjoy his cum. He scooted back, leaned over and locked me into an open mouth kiss with lots of tonguing - definitely not a mother's kiss. The three of us sat down in the living room and had another round of drinks. During the conversation, I learned that Michael had lived here a year, owned his own business - a computer sales and repair store in a small, strip mall way out on East Main St. Also, I knew he was twenty-two years old. Michael walked me to the apartment door, down the steps and gave me a piece of paper that had his apartment number, his apt phone number and his office address and phone number. "Can we get together again tomorrow evening?" "I don't know." After I had explained my situation, I told him I'd been out two nights in a row and that I'd phone and let him know. He kissed me. It wasn't being indiscreet; the street was empty. The next day started out like all the other Thursdays - it was my day to mow the lawn. About 3:30 stuff turned weird. Grandma said, "The lawn looks dry. You better get some water on it. If that lawns dead when you dad gets home you'll be dead, too. She was dead right so I turned on the water and set a timer for 20 minutes. It seemed like every time I was out moving the sprinkler, Michael drove, slowly by and looked at me. The third time I knew it was more than he was just looking for an address. He'd asked Paul my last name, looked up Ballard in the phone book, for which there was only one listing. He was cruising me. Flattering - yes. Scary - a little. He was too kind and gentle to mean any harm. On his next drive by, I waved and motioned for him to pull in by the curb. I looked in the window and erected immediately. He had his cock out of his pants and his fly folded open. His 8-inch cock was sticking straight up. "Josh, I apologize. I hope I didn't have you worried or scared." "I'm OK and I'm glad to see you again." "Do you think you could go with me to my shop and take care of this for me." "Not right now, I'll jack it for you right now, though." He blasted in a hurry and he was going to have to go home and change his T-shirt before he went back to his shop. I told him we could probably get together later, in my room, when grandma went to sleep. I called him at 9'oclock and told him grandma had gone to bed, so park his car somewhere and walk down the alley. I'd put the light on over the door and sit on the steps to wait for him. He asked me if I had a TV, video player and computer in my room. I told him I did and he asked if I had Internet access. Jesus, I thought he'd never show up. He explained it saying he'd walked all the way rather than park his car on the street. When he walked in the gate at the back fence, he was carrying a small backpack. The first thing he asked me was if I could get two glasses and a tray of ice cubes. When I got back from the kitchen he was undressed down to his boxers; they were white with bold black letter on them - NO was written all over them. "Do your boxers mean no sex tonight? "That message is for girls only. No way does it mean you." After giving me a beer and watching one of the videos he brought, he got on the internet clicked on a number of sites and we looked at them a few minutes and then he gave me his ID and Password to them. Then we switched to some sites that didn't require AVS. He had me select a video and he put it in. When I'd finished my beer, he asked, "Josh, I shouldn't do it I'm going to pour a little of your beer out and add a some scotch. "I'd like to get you a little tipsy" "Why? And I've meant to ask you, do you always drink when you're going to have sex?" Sometimes, but I'm no way an alcoholic; I just like a few drinks because it really relaxes me and I lose some of my inhibitions. Actually, I'm a little bit shy." It tasted terrible but I kinda got used to the taste. He added a little more Scotch and said: "After you've finished that and had another one, I have something to ask you." For some reason, I knew what he was going to ask me. He wanted to fuck me. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" "How did you know?" "I was watching your eyes and your cock growing out of the leg of your boxes, when you were watching the video." "Let's take these damn things off, both of us." His big cock flipped up the minute it was freed from his boxers. He sure as hell knew how to get to me. "So?" "Michael, I'd like to, I'd do anything for you that you wanted me to, but I've never been fucked." "I'd guessed that and that makes me want to do it even more." "Lets finish the video. I'll think about it." By the time the video ended, I was on my third spiked coke and so horned up I could hardly stand it. "Stand up and stand in front of me." He grabbed a tube of what he called 'lube' from his backpack, took my cock into his mouth and worked his middle finger, slick with lube, up my ass. "Why do you want to fuck me?" "I've never fucked woman or a boy. Men are tighter back there than women. Your little boy pussy even feels tight to my finger." I was totally worked up. "OK, you can try if you promise to go easy." "Baby I will and if I'm hurting you, we'll stop. The pain should subside after I get it all in." I got onto the bed, he scooted me down away from the headboard, put two pillows under my butt, had me lift my legs and hold them up. He lubed me and rubbed the stuff all over his cock and squeezed a big glob of it on the tip of his cockhead. Spreading my cheeks he told me to take his cock and place the tip right on his sphincter. He began his entry, pushing slowly, pausing, and pushing again. I looked over to the mirror atop the dresser and I could see his big 8-inch cock inching into my boy pussy. I was transfixed. Just watching him work it in was almost enough to make me shoot. I could tell by looking at the mirror and by the way it felt that he'd gotten the whole thing in. He did take it easy with me. And, I guess, fortunately for me, he didn't last long. When I felt his love juice pouring out deep inside me, I climaxed at the same time. He rolled off of me and we both collapsed. I was the first one that got up. I went to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned him up. He kissed me and said "Maybe I should get out of here now?" "No stay, as long as you leave by six in the morning, we're safe. Sleep overnight with me. I want to sleep with you. I've never slept with a man before. He agreed and we went out and sat, naked on the back steps, in the dark and smoked a cigarette. When we returned, I locked my bedroom door and we watched some more porn on the Internet. Suddenly grandma was knocking on the door. "What's the matter grandma, are you OK?" "I'm all right. It's you I'm worried about. What are you doing up so late?" "I'm fooling around with my computer. I'm not sleepy. I just didn't realize how late it had gotten. I'll go to bed now." "You don't have anybody in there with you, do you." "No, there are just a couple of girls in here." "Josh, I've told you I don't like those smart ass replies of yours. Do you want me to make you unlock the door so I can see for myself?" "I'm sorry grandma. I won't do it again." I turned out the light on the nightstand. "Michael, can I ask you a favor?" I'm not in a position to deny you anything from now on out. You gave me your virginity. Ask anything you want." "Will you sleep on your back, so I can play with your cock?" "Sure you can. It probably won't even interfere with my going to sleep." I must have played with it for at least an hour. There was some light coming in the windows and I could see it. I held it, squeezed it, pulled back the foreskin and he had enough of an erection that it stayed back. I felt his cockhead, I jacked on him a little and even leaned over and took it into my mouth and sucked on it a while. God but I loved his cock. I think I was falling in love with him, too. It had been a long evening; the digital clock on the nightstand was showing that it was 1:35. I was tired and I dropped off. Michael shaking me awakened me. He was fully dressed and said he'd call me later in the morning. I grabbed the phone on the first ring. It was Michael and I asked him if he was coming back tonight. He said he was sure I was sore back there and he thought it best to wait a few days. He'd call me Saturday morning and we'd arranged something. I told him that I thought that next time I'd like to introduce him to grandma. "Do you think that's wise?" "Yea, I think she'll like you." END OF PART 1 - TO BE CONTINUED.