Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2006 20:41:10 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: THE INLAND SAILOR Last Monday was moving day for my small accounting office. A vacancy was advertised for a three-room suite on the third floor of the Palmer Building on Main Street right downtown and overlooking Main Street. It will be great for watching parades and is only two blocks from the Main Post Office, which will be a big asset at Income Tax time. Carolyn, my secretary and only employee, and I had spent the week before the move packing stuff in boxes and would, undoubtedly, spend longer than that unpacking and finding new places to put the stuff. Other than the above-described events I'd done little research about the location but it seemed to be turning out great, despite the fact that it was a rather small and quite old building. Joe's Coffee Shop, right across the street, and his adjacent, connected Joe's Bar were great for coffee breaks, eat-in or take-out lunches as well as after work highballs. Another unexpected surprise was that the four story building was like a small town -- all the occupants knew everyone else and said "Good Morning, Good Evening, Have a Nice Thanksgiving or a Merry Christmas" -- kind of nice and totally unexpected in a large city. I wised up early that this friendliness had a downside, too, because all the secretaries in the building thrived on gossip. I realized I was going to have to be cautious, being gay and all -- luckily Carolyn was a happily married woman and a pregnant one to boot, so she was sort of a shield. Shortly after my office move-in, the gossip mill seemed to rev up and continue to run in high gear -- all because a young sailor appeared on the scene at Joe's. In a way it was understandable. He appeared on the scene suddenly and proceeded to become a permanent fixture --after a month questions arose as to what his name was -- the length of his stay, longer than most military leaves and the nearest ocean, the Gulf of Mexico, was 800 miles away -- was he AOL -- was he a deserter? As more unknowns manifested themselves, the curiosity intensified and the gossip became even more speculative and exaggerated. Then, one Monday morning, it came to a head and spewed all over the Palmer Building like a cock in the midst of ejaculating. It was so ridiculous, yet the same time so juicy, that everyone wanted to believe it -- if for no other reason than they wanted to repeat it, even to their spouses at home. For the sailor's sake I hoped it wasn't true, but that didn't diminish my interest -- in fact it was so wild, so sexy and so perverse it gave me an erection every time it crossed my mind. By now you're probably as curious as the secretaries in the building, so I'll tell you, being I don't know your telephone number. Jacquelyn, at Meyers and Meyers on the fourth floor, just called Carolyn and Carolyn came into my office to tell me that the Sailor (who was now referred to as the "Inland Sailor") was kicked out of the Navy because he was queer -- and that's not all! He hitchhiked up here and was let out in front of Joe's Coffee Shop with $10.00 he'd been given by the guy who'd given him his last ride. Sally, the head waitress befriends him and ends up taking him home to her apartment. The final outcome being, Sally was a lesbian and she and the Inland Sailor would pickup clients from the coffee shop and bar to take home to Sally's apartment. Then, all together, in the same bed, Sally gets her face as close as possible while the customer sucks and fucks the Inland Sailor and while fucking, plays with Sally's tits. All the while, Sally is working a dildo In and out of her cunt. Although, as I've told you, the picture excites me, but, at the same time, it disturbs me -- you see, Sally has a pretty face but is the fattest woman I've ever seen and she's no spring chicken either. There's an old saying, "Different Strokes for Different Folks" but, seriously, sex is an extremely complicated business and there are a multitude of things that excite men and women as well as men only or women only. That's why all the different strokes exist and I dare anyone to sort out all the choices and label each one as to it moral status. Shit, things change every twenty years or so. I'll bet you "Dollars to Donuts" (another old saying) that your grandma never sucked your grandfather's cock nor did your grandfather ever eat your grandma's pussy out. Think about that! For me, personally, the most disturbing thing was that Sally had a few favorite, select customers that she addressed as "Honey". I'd been going in there long enough that she decided she would add me to her list and I was now called "Honey". It was no big deal, but somehow it seemed to find a place in the back of my mind -- the place where I store my worries. Or maybe I was jealous. The sailor showed big in the left leg of his uniform. Anyway it took a while for that juicy tidbit to die down, then Christmas captured everyone's attention and New Year parties were next. January had arrived and the wisest of my clients were already starting, with my help, to gather backup data for their Income Tax Returns and, as a consequence I was working overtime. Then, one Friday evening, an event occurred that was to change my life. It started at 10PM as I locked the door to go home and decided to stop in at Joe's Bar -- what the hell; my apartment was only a four-block walk. I no sooner started to jaywalk across the street than a few snowflakes began to fall. The coffee shop had only a few customers and the bar had only one, which was unusual for a Friday night -- guess I was the only one in town that hadn't heard about the coming storm. As soon as I opened the door the Inland Sailor saw me coming in and hollered, "Hi Chris", and moved the bar stool next to him out a ways for me to sit on. I asked him how he knew my name. He said Sally had pointed me out to him. I told him I'd seen him in here but didn't know his name. He said he was from the South where everyone had two names. His was Billy Ray, in the Navy he was called Bill but he liked Billy best. I asked him what state he was from and he replied "Mississippi, which is about as far south as you can get." Seeing his glass was empty, I asked the bartender for a Scotch on the rocks and whatever Billy had been drinking, which turned out to be Southern Comfort on the rocks. "I hardly recognized you Billy, you're wearing new jeans and a fleece lined denim jacket to keep you warm on a cold night." "Yea, I finally got enough money to ditch the sailor clothes." I thought to myself, I hope your dick reads as well through your jeans as it did through your uniform. Another customer walks in and the bartender serves him and they engage in conversation, which left Billy and me pretty much on our own except when we hailed the bartender for another round. I never brought up the rumors, as I didn't think it was any of my business to do so and I didn't want to embarrass him. He cleared up one misconception when he volunteered that he was sixteen years old, had joined the Navy using an older brother's birth certificate and when the Navy found out what he'd done they gave him the boot. I could see how he got by with it; he did look to be eighteen or maybe even older. I asked him what he did for ID at the bar. He said he'd never been asked. Maybe Sally had fixed it for him. About 11PM the fourth customer came in and shook the snow off his coat, saying it was coming down steady but there was no wind so the farmers would love it. We'd each had four highballs since my arrival, but were holding them well, when Billy said, "Chris, let's go to the men's room, I have something I want to ask you that I don't want the bartender to overhear. In the men's room he walked right to the urinals and fished out the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen with my own eyes and equal to a lot of cocks you see in porno flicks or Internet pics. I developed an erection and had a hell of a time getting a stream started before I could piss. After shaking them off and zipping up, Billie said, "Chris I have a big favor to ask you. I really hate to, but can I stay with you for a couple of days?" If he'd asked me before I'd seen his dick, I might have had to think about my answer but without hesitation I said, "Sure, you got a problem?" "Yeah, Joe took Sally to the hospital this afternoon. She has a bad case of the flu and I don't have a key to her apartment." We had another couple or more drinks, I was too nervous to count anymore. I asked Billy how a sixteen year old could handle so much liquor. He said his family lived on a farm and his dad, like so many other men in the South, had a still back in the woods. And, too, like so many others, he'd been caught but the sheriff always settled for a gallon of moonshine -- what with the price of booze these days. As he talked, I kept thinking of that cock, the fact that I had only one bed and sleeping with that thing next to me would be a recipe for disaster. I knew damn well I'd be copping a feel of it when he went to sleep and thought maybe I better get him drunk before we left or he might catch me. Other than Billy's endowment, he is difficult for me to describe to you -- mainly because he's a plain looking kid -- not handsome, not ugly, just plain. However when he smiles, one corner of his mouth turns up and makes his smile lopsided, which is intriguing. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and obviously hasn't shaved for a couple of weeks. When you think of it his hair and his whiskers are so soft they are kind of a giveaway that he's not very old. He's small in stature, thin and has delicate hands. Sometimes, or maybe it's his southern accent, he gives the impression of being just a little feminine. He's a combination of things that both hint and hide his age -- his smooth skin, happy disposition, and rapid responses all seem to accentuate his youth. His deep voice, seriousness and broad range of Navy experiences seem to indicate maturity. It was about time to say quits and go home but Billie wanted me to go to the restroom with him, again. It turned out that he wanted to smoke a joint before we left. I'd never smoked one in my life but he offered me a drag, I decided to try it, we passed it back and forth -- it was kind of sexy putting it in my lips after it had been in his. We were leaning against the door so no one could come in, he kept looking at me directly in the eyes and I kept thinking of feeling him up, wrapping my hand around that big cock. I knew it would make me crème. It was a wet snow and I had on a new suit and no topcoat so the bartender called a taxi for us even though the apartment was only four blocks, as I've already told you. It was midnight when we walked into my apartment; I excused myself, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and thought of taking a sleeping pill, but decided against it. When I walked back into the bedroom, Billie was in the middle of the bed with his head propped up on two pillows, naked, his legs tightly crossed together and displaying that crooked smile. I thought, what the fuck, where's his dick? All you could see was a small patch of brown pubic hair at the top of his crossed legs. It looked like he had a pussy instead of a dick. Then, he opened his legs and his eight- inch fucker, so hard his foreskin had completely retracted over his big cockhead, popped out and sprung to attention, like a jack-in-the box. I was stunned, or something, I don't know what I was, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I couldn't even move my eyes. They were glued to his cock. His hands might appear feminine but his tool sure as hell didn't. It was a huge and an absolutely perfect symbol of manhood, so perfectly shaped and so sharply defined that it looked like a cross between a piece of sculpture and a penis shaped dildo. I was semi hard in the bathroom and trying desperately not to get more so, but now I was so aroused it found it's own way right out of my boxers. Billy broke my spell with saying, "I saw you checking me out in the bar's toilet. Ditch your boxers. I think you're hungry for some of it." In bed he told me, "Chris, to start things off and so you'll know the score, I love male sex, if the Navy hadn't kicked me out because I was underage they would have soon court-martialed me for homosexual activity. More importantly, I want you to know I am a total bottom. Play with me, masturbate me, suck me, fuck me, use me however you want in whatever way will satisfy you and I will totally enjoy it and I will cum for you to prove it. And, Chris, I've been waiting for this moment eversince the first time I laid eyes on you. I was going crazy picturing that big fucker in my mouth so I went down on it. He spread his legs wide apart to make it easier for me. It was the biggest boy cock I'd ever sucked. It was smooth and pale colored except for the head, as were his teenage torso and arms -- his legs were the only part of his body that had hair. Maybe it was the drinks but he didn't shoot off right away so I had a good cocksuck servicing him. He said, "Pull my balls!" I did and held them as he unloaded into my mouth. I pulled off when the flow stopped intending to jack off but the minute I wrapped my hand around my dick he stopped me, got on his knees and sucked me off. I told him I thought he was a total bottom. "I am -- 95% of the time, the other 5% I'm oral. I didn't want you to jack off with me right here to suck it off." "I'm exhausted." "Don't worry about it, we've got all night. Can we have another drink and share another joint?" We walked together, naked, to the kitchen and both had Scotch on the rocks, which was all I had. we took them to the bathroom and sat on the bathmat which was spread out over the edge of the tub, drank our Scotch and passed the joint back and forth. Billy taught me how to transfer when he took a drag and then blew the smoke into my mouth; we kissed and fondled eachother until he asked, "Do you have any lube." I opened a vanity drawer beside the washbasin and found some. He said, "Good, lets get back in the sack and I'll get you hard again. I want you to screw me and I mean screw me good, OK?" We got little sleep but had a lot of sex before morning. One or the other would wake up and start something. I woke at my regular time, 7:30, took a leak and looked out the window because it was so quiet. It had stopped snowing but so much of it had fallen during the night that there was absolutely no traffic on the street. I turned on the TV and learned the schools would be closed. I didn't want Carolyn to try getting to work so I called her on my cell-phone. Her husband, Jerry, answered and said he'd just beat the storm last night in time to get Carolyn to the hospital and get back home. She had a baby girl and named it Carol Ann. I went back to bed, cuddled up to Billy's back, reached over him and wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock and went back to sleep. We both woke at the same time, noon, drank a quart of Orange juice between us, had coffee and I fixed breakfast. We were still naked and had no intention of putting on our clothes as we were going to go back to bed before we showered. "Jesus, Billy you were terrific last night. I could get used to you real easy." "I hope so. I really needed that." Billy called Joe at the café and Joe told him Sally was holding on but not doing well. He'd checked with her doctor earlier. "God, Billy, I hope you don't catch what she had." "Don't worry she didn't get a flu shot and she's not a young person. I feel fine." "Did you get a shot?" "Dozens in the Navy. I think one of them was a pneumonia shot that was supposed to last for several years." The sun came out and the snow started melting amazingly fast and by sunset some of it had disappeared and snowplows had cleared the traffic lanes in lots of the streets. I didn't want to take my Mustang out of the apartment's underground garage and there were no frozen dinners in the fridge, so when dinnertime came I told Billy I wanted to take him out to dinner at a place that was near to a gay bar called the Gay Nineties and then, if he could get in, we could have a couple of drinks at the gay bar. So we ended up taking a taxi to this little, French restaurant I patronized. We'd done as much talking as we'd done eating, so it was at least 9PM when we walked into the bar. The bartender was one of those people that remembered all the faces and most of the names of the patrons even if it had been months since they'd been in there, which was the case with me. We sat on the two back bar stools where the bar returned to the wall. It was no prob with Billie, so we ordered our usual. We'd just started on our second round when I spotted a guy coming in the door who was the last person on earth I'd ever expected to see in here and the last person on earth I wanted to see me in here. He'd seen me, too, and walked straight back and said, "Hi, Chris, this must be as embarrassing for you as it is as it is for me, but it needn't to be as long as it stays just between the two of us." It was Jerry, Carolyn's husband, who I had no thoughts of ever being even remotely gay. He worked in the registrar's office of one of the local colleges and looked like a first class nerd with his slim build, short hair and metal-rimmed eyeglasses, always topped off by a dark, business suit. He was drinking Vodka Martinis on the rocks, and I bought him his first one. After introducing him to Billie, he started telling me about how cute Carol Ann was and Carolyn had told him to call me tomorrow to tell me that me that she didn't know how long it would be before she returned to work -- for one thing she was going to breast feed the baby. Too, if I couldn't find a temporary, call Jacquelyn up at Meyers and Meyers, maybe she could find one for me. Billie moved over a stool so Jerry could sit between us. An hour and a half later, Jerry got so forward with groping me on one side of him and Billie on the other side of him and his voice became so loud that the bartender asked me how well I knew him, saying they didn't like customers leaving drunk, getting into an accident, that sort of stuff, as it gave the place a bad name. I responded that I knew his wife better but him well enough but still didn't know how to get to his house, and I didn't have a car because I' taken a taxi here. Jerry pipes up with, "You want'a go some place, Chris? Here's my keys." I took them and the bartender had another customer help Billie and me get him out and into his car, another Mustang, but white instead of black like me. We looked along the curb and in the parking lot but I couldn't spot it until I finally saw it parked at the curb a few stores down and on the other side of the street. We got Jerry into the back seat and strapped the seatbelt around him to keep him out of our way. All the way home he talked a blue stream. "You two should see my baby daughter. Chris, swing by the hospital. You two aren't married so you wont understand. Carolyn wouldn't give me any for the last two months. I'm so horny I'm going crazy. Billy, do you want me to make you a baby?" I found a guest space in the apartment's garage and between the two of us managed to get Jerry into the elevator, upstairs and into bed, placing him in the middle so he wouldn't roll off. We crawled in and discussed what we should do with him. Jerry, still ten-percent awake, said, "Fuck me you guys, I really need it." I said, "OK, Jerry, we're just getting ready for you." That quieted him; I fucked him first, and despite a lot of screaming he asked for more the minute I pulled out. I asked Billy to fuck him, he reminded me he was a bottom and it took me a lot of pleading with him to get him to do it as a favor. The screaming Jerry had done with me was nothing compared to that he did as Billy rammed his big dick up his ass. I'd bought an L shaped sectional sofa from the former tenant of the apartment. He couldn't move it in his pickup without making a lot of trips, so he practically gave it to me and it was like new to look at. Billy and I stripped the seat cushions off, placed them on the floor and came up with a 4 ft. wide by 9 ft. long comfortable bed, threw some sheets and blankets on it and went to bed. We woke around 10 AM, had breakfast and Jerry was still asleep. I told Billy I just had to go to the supermarket, so I wrote Jerry a note and we left. When we got home he was gone but had written on my note, "Thanks guys, I went to the Gay Nineties for a few drinks to celebrate being a father, but you two turned in into an unforgettable night -- Jerry. Billy loaded the shopping cart with all the stuff he really liked and hadn't gotten in the Navy. On the way home he said, "Chris, I heard Jerry talking to you about a replacement last night. I learned how to use computers in the Navy, could I work for you?" "You sure could, I'd like that." "We stopped by the bar on the way home and Joe told us Sally had died at 4 AM and he called her only child, an adult daughter to tell her. The next evening her death was in the obituary column of the paper and Tuesday the café was filled with flowers sent by customers who had known her for so long. Billy saved the day at the office. All the State and Federal tax forms were in the system and just had to be filled out after I gave Billy the computations. He then typed two copies of everything; one for the client and one for him to sign and mail to the State or IRS, along with a statement for my services. Carolyn called one day to say she'd found another job six blocks from home, which gave her two extra hours each day because of not having to commute downtown. My sex life with Billy during tax time sure helped me relax and enjoy life during the tax season -- it was something I never had before and I was still a size queen, infatuated with everything about Billy and everything he did. We were now to the point in our relationship that we told one another "I love you." about every half hour. In mid April, right after the income tax rush was over except for a few late filers and one morning while Billy was across the street getting us coffee and cinnamon roles, a young kid walks in the door. I was on the phone in my office so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and said, "I'll be right with you." I'd just ended the telephone call, when Billy walks in the front office and hollers, "Bobby Joe". The kid throws his arms around him and responds, "Billy Rae". Then Billie motions for me to join them and the three of us hug as Billy says, Chris, this is my kid brother, who from former conversations I knew to be his one and only younger brother -- a 14 year old boy, who Billy had told me had a cock every bit as big as his and loved to suck cock and to get serviced. Well, I did tell you that the night I walked out the door of the Palmer Building and into the first flakes of a snowstorm that it changed my life for good. I guess it goes without my having to tell you that it also changed it for the better. Guess, in closing, I should mention that every two or three week, right after we've all gotten home, the front door buzzer sounds and it's always Jerry wanting Billy and I to fuck him and Bobby Joe to service him. Stuff like that does get to be a habit -- maybe that's the reason there are so many different strokes for different folks. What do you think? THANKS FOR READING MY STORY!