Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 19:41:46 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: FINDING MAN COCK 2 FINDING MAN COCK 2 It was strange, I was missing Michael like crazy and I'd only known him a few days. He called me and I told him I wanted him to meet my grandma. He asked me if I was sure about that and I told him I was. I answered the doorbell and opened the screen door for him. The bastard groped me. Jeez, but I'd have loved to kiss him right then and there. "Grandma, this is a friend of mine, Michael Donegan." She lit up like a Christmas tree. "My goodness, an Irish name like that explains why you are so handsome," "Josh has told me so much about you, that I'm pleased to meet you." "I can't believe the part about Josh, but I'm pleased to meet you too. I raised eight boys and I'm partial to boys. How old are you Michael?" "I'm 22." "I'd have guessed you at 18." "I was going to take Josh to dinner and then give him some help with his computer. Would you come to dinner with us?" "Shit, why did he invite her? I'd wanted to be alone with him." "I'd love to. Josh look how dressed up Michael is. You go wash, comb your hair and change clothes - and hurry, don't keep Michael waiting." Thankfully Michael went with me to my bedroom and we got in some more groping and some more kissing. I had to sit in the back of his coupe. Grandma couldn't have made it into other than the front passenger seat. When the cocktail waitress asked us if we'd like something from the bar Grandma ordered a Martini. (I didn't even know she knew the word.) Michael had the same and when the waitress asked how they wanted them he said Mrs. Ballard wanted hers as a cocktail and he'd take his on the rocks. (I'll be damned, she had a second round.) We all ordered one of the house's specialties - sirloin steaks. Both of them had desert plus after dinner coffee and brandies. The upside of the affair was that Grandma excused herself and headed straight for her bedroom. "Josh, if you to stay up late messing with your computer, you make Michael stay overnight. I don't want him going home late at night." We both gave her kisses, went to my room and Michael said: "How did I do?" "It was disgusting. But I learned how to butter her up." "At least we don't need to conceal our getting together from now on. I'm here for all night and with your grandma's blessing. Time passes fast when I'm with Michael, but after we watched some porn on the TV for a while, I was flabbergasted when I happened to glance at the window and saw that it was totally dark outside. We slipped on our shoes and went out to the garage, naked, and smoked a cigarette. Back in the room we had a few more drinks. I had gotten glasses and a tray of ice cubes right after grandma went to bed. "Baby, I think you should call the shots tonight, whatever you'd like to do. I can imagine that you're still a little sore back there." (He had that right.) Being I'd started out in sex with boys and men as a cocksucker, I supposed that was what I'd always be, even though I knew Michael would be fucking me again and maybe, I'd even get into fucking some one. Once I told him what I wanted to do, he rolled my computer chair over to the foot of the bed and moved over a straight-backed chair as well. He positioned himself so his butt was at the very edge of the foot of the bed and placed a foot on each chair, leaving his legs in the air. I crawled between the chairs. "It's ready for you Josh." "I'm ready for it, too." As he had guided me that first night in Paul's bathroom, I began by raising myself up on the bed and kissing and caressing him, sucking his nipples and swabbing out his navel with my tongue. Next, I moved down to his balls - sucking first one and then the other and ending by scooping both of them into my mouth. Before starting to suck him, I licked around his cockhead and then up, down and around his long, hard shaft - to, again, give it some TLC. I'd always guessed that sucking a man would be lots more fun and more satisfying that sucking Danny. And, God was it ever! I couldn't believe how much better, Michael was so big, he filled my mouth with cock and he made my body tingle and filled me with happiness. My mouth was dripping with saliva and I guessed the drinking had made him harder to get off, just as it had put grandma to sleep. At the same time I had mixed emotions; I wanted to make him cum so he, too, would feel good yet I wanted it to last like forever. Finally I could feel it getting even bigger and harder. He moved his legs so that he was squeezing my head between them, trapping me so I couldn't even move my head up and down to suck on him anymore. All too soon, I felt his urinary tract enlarge and could actually feel, with my tongue and lips, his cum moving rapidly down and out of his urinary canal and into my mouth. His climax was as prolonged as mine. When he relaxed his legs and I backed my mouth off of his shaft, I just stayed on my knees and rested my head on one of his legs and placed his cock back in my mouth. God but I loved his cock. "Michael, I think I better tell you - I love you." "He reach down, messed up my hair and replied, "I know." "How did you know?" "The same way you knew I wanted to fuck you. I guess we've grown so close in such a short time, that we're now, somehow, attuned to each other." "Do you love me, too, Michael?" "Of course I do, Josh, but I wasn't going to tell you for a while." "Why?" "It just seemed there was a responsibility that went along with love and I didn't know if either of us was up to it just yet." "Did you think I was too young?" "Not really, age doesn't have much to do with it." "Can you tell me why, then?" "I'll sure try. Remember that first night in the apartment, I walked out with you and kissed you? Well, I knew then I loved you. As I guess Paul told you that he and I both had been looking for a cocksucker. When you finished sucking me off and I'd had the best cum I'd ever had in my life, I knew I'd lucked out, I'd found much more than just a cocksucker. I knew that I had found a boy who didn't just suck cock; I'd found a boy who knew how to make love to a cock. I recognized the difference and knew that you had to love me, too, when you took care of me like you did. "I wish you'd told me then." "As I said I didn't think either us could accept the responsibilities that went along with it. Josh, men, all men, even men who are happily married and have children are promiscuous. Do you know what that means?" "Kinda." "It means they are constantly looking for sex, more sex, even sex with men. When they are looking for a woman they say they're looking for some strange pussy. Gay men are the most promiscuous of them all. And, I'm that way, too, sometimes. I know you'll take good care of me, but someday I'm bound to slip. See someone who excites me and go for it. You will do it too, believe me." "I see, so does that prevent our being in love?" "Not necessarily if we are strong enough to control our emotions. Jealousy can be really nasty, even dangerous. But if we can be accepting and forgiving, therefore understanding, we could be in love. Don't get me wrong; I'm not laying out conditions on my loving you. You can't put conditions on love. I just want you to be aware of what can happen." "Michael, do you have a girlfriend?" "Not now and probably I never will?" Smiling, he asked, "Do you." I didn't answer. I just returned his smile. I knew he was teasing me. "Scoot up in the bed next to me. After we'd kissed and hugged, he told me to look down toward the foot of the bed. "Jeez. You've got another boner." "How much more proof do you want that I love you." "Do you want me to suck it again?" "Why don't you try something new? Straddle my legs and jack me off. I'll tell you when I'm coming and you can take the head in your mouth. It might make me last a little longer than if you were to suck it again." Even jacking him didn't last very long but I enjoyed it and it was the first time I'd ever jacked off a man. We managed two nights a week in my room and at least once a week in his shop. If he couldn't spend the night or I couldn't get away to go to his shop, we talked together on the phone. I knew he loved me. He was as attentive as anyone could be and he told me often. As all this with Michael was taking place, Danny came by one day and I sucked on his 4-inch cock like Michael had instructed. But, when he sucked mine it was the old story - wham bam get it over with. He'd never learn. Then, the very next day, he came over again and had a guy with him I'd never seen and I thought I knew every boy is school, at least by sight. Danny explained that the kid had just moved into his neighborhood and into the old Madison house. (Every one in town had the frustrating habit of describing houses by naming the house's original owner, not using the street and house number; it was as if everyone had lived here since early in the past century.) But, the kid was stunning, slender but well build, medium height, short, black hair, spiked with jell, blue eyed and his name was Joey Krause. He had on only a radically cut off, well-washed pair of jeans and rubber, flip-flops on his feet. After we'd chatted a while I went to the kitchen and came back with 6 hotdogs, mustard and a bag of potato chips plus some cokes. They didn't stay long but within half an hour, someone hollered through the screen door in the utility room, calling my name. It was Joey. "Hi Joey, come on it." "Hope you don't mind. I wanted to ditch Danny and see you again. "Actually I understand. I've wished I could have ditched him several times. He can be a pest." "He latched on to me the first time I walked out my front door and he seems to want to dominate me." "That's Danny." "Glad you understand. Danny did mention though that you had some male, porno videos." "That fucking, blabber mouth. Don't ever tell him anything you don't want spread around. Telling him is like telling it to the local newspaper." "Thanks, I won't. Anyway, could we watch one? I promise I'll never tell." I checked on grandma and she was taking a nap, so I came back and told him to pick one out but first, I'd like to show him a site on the net, one where guys submitted their pictures, including cock shots. I pulled up a list I kept of German submittals that I was especially fond of. It turned out Joey was 18 and would be a senior in high school. As I flipped through the German submittals, I asked him, "Joey, do German guys all have big cocks." "Fucked if I know. These guys you've shown me sure do, but it's probably like the belief that all Blacks are hung. I imagine some are and some aren't but my dad sure is." "You've actually seen your dad's." "Yea, at a rest stop john, that sort of place. Haven't you?" "No way." Well we switched to the video he'd picked out and before long, I happened to notice his cock had crept out one of the legs of his cut-offs. God, it had to be enormous. After that I couldn't keep my eyes off it. "This video is hot. Like what you're looking at?" (I knew he meant his cock) so I replied, "Hell yes, who wouldn't?" With that he slipped off his shorts and told me to take mine off too. "Holy shit, he was bigger than Michael and had a much bigger cockhead." "I like yours, too, Josh." "There's not much of it to like." "There's enough, though and as I said, some are hung and some are not. Personally, I like all cocks. Wanta play around?" "Hell yes. I'm so fucking horny just seeing it that I can't stand it." "What do you want to do?" I didn't answer, I just pushed back my chair, scooted down into the knee space below the computer desk and got that big cock in my mouth as soon as I could. Jesus, I was acting like Danny and all too soon he reached down and squeezed my head between his hands. In no time, he popped his nuts and his fuck juice flooded into my mouth. "My God, Josh, I never expected that; you took the whole thing. Not many people can." "I'm sorry, Joey, I got too excited and in too big of a hurry. I didn't do a good job. I made you climax too soon." "Don't apologize. I was over excited myself. Believe me, there'll be a next time." Danny came by several more times and one Friday we went to a matinee. Then Joey called and wanted me to go with him on a Monday night. That was always a slow night; we sat in the back row and had it all to ourselves. The place was three-quarters empty - with people well scattered around in groups of two or three. At some point in the dull movie, I looked over at Joey because I thought I saw movement, and there, right in the theater, he'd slipped his cut-off's down and he was fondling his 9-inch cock. He'd been waiting for me to notice, smiled, grabbed me around the back of my neck and pushed me down in front of him. Since it was totally unexpected, I hadn't gotten horned up and figured now was the time to make things up to him. I would go slow and suck him as Michael had taught me. Before I got started, though, he removed his cut-offs and put them on my seat, kicked off his shoes and raised his legs and draped them over the seats in the row in front of ours. There he was, completely naked in the theater and I was on my knees on the floor in front of him sucking his big, hard, 9-inch cock. I sucked him for a long time, purposely delaying his climax as best I could. Finally, I decided I'd better get him off before the two of us got caught, so I pulled on his balls and sucked at a faster pace and he rewarded me with a big load of his boy juice. Beyond the scope of this story but so you'll know, that became Joey's style. The john in the park, stopping on the way home from a movie and doing it in an alley or walking back, between two houses that had no lights on. He was never more excited than when an element of danger was present. His dick was so magnificent and so perpetually hard when he was with me that I'd have serviced him in whatever location turned him on. One day I was in a really down mood when he came over. He noticed and asked what was wrong and I started to cry. He was so upset and pleaded for me to tell him what was wrong, fearing it was something he'd did or didn't do. After calming down and assuring him it was not his fault and proceeded to tell him about Michael, the whole story, how I loved him and what he'd told me about men, what we had to look out for if we were to continue. I told him that I suddenly got a guilt complex thinking of how I been having sex with both Michael and him. I suddenly felt guilty, like I was cheating; just as he had said I'd probably do sometime down the line. I didn't exactly know how to cope with it. "Hey Josh. I see your point, but I think you're over reacting a little. Maybe he's already cheated on you. And, then, in the little speech he gave you he sure left a little wiggle room for both of you. Lets go see the guy and both get him at one time." "I don't know. I'm not too sure about doing that." "Leave it to me, will ya? Have you got some old jeans so we can fix them up like mine? I rummaged through my drawer and found the oldest pair. "Those will." He amputated on them and then we took them to the garage and using an old wire brush that my dad used for scraping paint peels when he was repainting the house he rubbed the hell out of the bottom edges of the jeans until they were well frayed and as skimpy as his. "Got any lube?" "Just some that he left here, he'd know it was his." "How about a tube of Vaseline?" It would be good and melted by the time we got there. I did have a partially used tube of it. "Wow, you look spectacular and sexy as hell. Lets ride down main street on the way, you said he shop was out on East Main." "Jeez, I'd be afraid to in the cut-offs." "Well don't be, if you get attacked, I'll defend you." Wouldn't you believe it, we had to stop at all three of the red lights on main street and a lot of people stared at us. I was embarrassed as hell. When we got there, I introduced Joey to Michael and we sat on two of his workbench stools and he swirled his computer chair around to face us. I explained that Joey was new to town and we'd gone to the movie together a couple of times." "You guys watch the store for a few minutes an I'm going to slip next door and get some beer at the liquor store." It was 4:00 and when he got back he put one of his preprinted signs in the door. "Left early to make some deliveries. Open at 8 AM tomorrow." He took us back into the shop area and closed the door from the store area. "Move those stools over to my desk. I'd hate to have a beer spilled on one of the computers I'm working on." He scooted the stool over closer so he could see us. After the first beer, Joey told him about us looking at the site on my computer were guys submitted their pics and how hot some of them were. Michael clarified that they were the sites we'd looked at together and told Joey he agreed; there were a lot of great cock pics on them. Just after the short conversation about the pics, Joey was showing out of one leg of his shorts. Don't think for a minute that Michael wasn't enjoying a long, hard look at it. "Josh, can I talk to you out the back door for a minute. He picked up a pack of cigarettes, removed two, and told Joey to help himself, there were matches in his desk drawer, and he could fill a paper cup with water to use as an ashtray. He'd find some cups in the bathroom." As soon as we'd lit up in the alley, Michael asked me, "Does he play? You've made quite a find if he does." "He does, I've sucked him." "Good for you. How big is that thing sticking out the leg of his cut-offs?" "It's 9-inches. Want me to ask him if he's willing when we go back in?" We tossed our butts into the middle of the alley, went back in and Michael turned the thumb latch on the door and opened another beer for each of us. It was obvious Joey hadn't been idle. He'd obviously been playing with it and it was sticking even further out of his cut-offs. "Joey, would you like to play around in sort of a three-way?" He didn't reply but reached over, found the Vaseline in my pocket, unbuttoned my jeans and, pulled mine down and let his own drop to the floor. Michael's was reading through his slacks, obviously erect and ready. Holy cow, I'd always wanted a man cock and now I had one as well as a boy who had a cock as big as a man, bigger in fact that most men. I think I've mentioned that Michael tended to be domineering or at least was a take-charge sort of guy. Well, so was Joey who walked over to Michael, undid his belt, unzipped his fly and helped him step out of his slacks, as I watched his dick flop up against his stomach. "Michael, I don't know if you've ever been fucked or not but I do know, that for some strange reason, a lot of hung dudes, like to get fucked. So, why don't you bend over, reach out and brace your hands on the edge of the desk, while I lube us up and fuck you. Before he lubed Michael, though, he got down on his haunches, spread Michael's cheeks, licked his asshole and tongue fucked it. Since Michael hadn't even done that to me, I took it that it was something new, even to Michael. "Josh, just let me get it in and get started then you get onto your knees in front of him and suck his big cock for him while I fuck his girl part back here." Between the two of us, we gave him a good going over. Joey was plowing his girl part so fast and furious that I decided to just hold his cock in my mouth and waited for him to give me his cum. Which he did within an incredibly short time. I had finished supper and was looking at one of the videos Michael had left when he called. "Hi. Do you want to tell me why you brought Joey over to the shop this afternoon?" "I just wanted him to meet you." "You've forgotten, so soon it seems, that we have a more than normal insight into each other. So, being you're reluctant, I'll give you my version. You've been playing around with him and knowing you, you were feeling guilty, you confessed to him, he talked you into coming over and get in my pants to even the score, so to speak, to prove I could cheat, too. Am I right?" "I'm afraid so. Are you mad" "No, I'm not mad. I don't have mad cow's disease. I'm not even angry, which I think is what you mean anyway." "I'm sorry, Michael." "You needn't be. We love each other and as I tried to explain, love requires tolerance. I don't care if you fool around with Joey; with his meat it's quite understandable. Just bring him back to the shop now and again; and, while I have you on the line, I have some other news for you." "Like what?" "Five minutes after you and Joey left, your grandma called me." "Oh shit, was she checking up on me?" "No, she was inviting me to dinner, Saturday at 6 PM." "Why?" "As a surprise for you. I think she likes me. Anyway we can use staying late as an excuse for sleeping together and do some fucky sucky games all night. I guarantee you'll know I'm not angry with you when Sunday morning comes. I'm really going to give it to you."