Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 16:03:48 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: ONE MAN AND MANY BOYS

Hi, my name is Michael.  I'm 23, skinny; blue eyed with dirty blond hair and
hung seven.  I've lived in Hillsdale two years now; I came here to accept a
job offer.  It is my first job after graduation from the State University.

I love the job and enjoy most of the people I work with.  The town is just
mid-sized and 150 miles from the nearest city of any consequence.   That
makes it small town typical in lots of ways, I guess - a multitude of
churches, a few bars - no gay bars.  I've gotten used to it as best I can
but that doesn't say I try to make up for the real thing by watching porno
on the Net and on videos plus jacking off more than I ever have before.

The most frequent topic of chat around the office is referred to simply as
"the hills".  Everyone mentions them once in a while - they took their kids
up to the hills for a picnic - they went trail walking up in the hills over
the weekend and suggested every so often that I should drive up there some
day.

A few weeks later, one Wednesday, I woke up and wasn't in a mood to go to
work, didn't have anything urgent to go in for, so I called in sick.  Around
10 I left, with a sack lunch and a cooler with some beer and some diet cokes
and headed for the hills.  I didn't know just where I was going, but it
seemed the further I traveled the more hilly and wooded the landscape
became.  I'd had one of the cokes and needed to take a piss, so I started
looking for what my dad always called "a turn off place".  Finally, I saw a
small area, almost triangular in shape, paved and with only one car parked
there - an old, beaten up Chevy.  I pulled off, noticed a path leading down
hill with two portable-toilets about 30 feet down the path.

One was "Men's" and the other was "Women's".  I thought - how unnecessary
out here in the woods, but I was glad it turned out that way. The wall above
the urinal was covered with graffiti. I don't know about you guys but I
always read it.  Sometimes you see something really humorous but I like the
messages written by guys that want to hook up.  What interested me today was
one that said "For head continue down path and turn right at Y".
Interesting.

The main path turned left at the fork, it was wider and more worn.


But, I did as the message had said and when I was just about ready to turn
around and go back, I heard male voices ahead. It was obvious that some male
sex was in progress.  It wasn't coming from on down the path, but off to the
left.  I walked silently toward the talking and entered a small clearing.
No one had heard me so I just watched.  It was worth watching.

There were 3 boys, totally naked, one black about 18 (I guessed him to be
the driver of the car that was parked in the lot).  He was gorgeous and hung
like a horse, judging what I could see of his cock as he plunged it in and
out of a younger, white guy who had a cock very much like my own.

Yet another white boy, the youngest of the 3, and no more than 13 or 14 was
watching his buddies fuck as he jacked off. He was also the first to see me,
walked over with his dick still hanging out and, through several
unmistakable gestures, offered it to me and I did what any sex starved young
man would do - I went down on it.

The black guy was definitely a long distance, marathon fucker.  However the
kid getting fucked didn't seem to be objecting in the least.  I think the
black dude and the young kid I was sucking came at about the same time.
After cleaning his cock up a bit with some Kleenex, the black dude walks
over to me; still half erect and introduces himself and the others. Then he
told me to use an alias when I introduced myself; everyone used a bogus name
but the correct phone number so they could be rounded up for get togethers.
So, to the group out here in the clearing, I became Matt.

The kid that I had sucked off was really hanging on me like a leech, keeping
his arm around my waist or over his shoulder, kissing me on the cheek,
sticking his tongue in my ear - all kinds of sexy stuff that I hadn't even
thought of before.  The guy that had just gotten fucked wanted to know if I
wanted some of his ass, which I declined.

The black guy wasn't so easily deterred.  He began fooling around and within
a few minutes he had that black monster up my man cunt and plowing away at
it without mercy.

By the time the group broke up, probably an hour later, I been sucked and
fucked and I'd sucked the 14 year old and then fucked him; it was obvious
that he'd been fucked before - enough to know how to take it but not enough
to loosen him up.  The kid was a real good fuck.

I learned they tried to meet here regularly at 7:00 Saturday evenings.  That
meant the three that were here and usually 8 to 10 others.  They were
desperate to find a place to continue to meet through the winter.  The young
man who had provided them with a place had left town.

When I told them I owned a small house and had a basement I became their
immediate hero.

The black guy was to call me that night and discuss it some more.  And, by
the way, I've been negligent.  I should have introduced the kids to you.

The black guy's name is Fucker.

The young kid that I'd both sucked and fucked is named Jerry.

The in between guy (in age) is Warren.  As it eventually turns out, he
becomes one of my favorites even though we hadn't done anything together
today.

That evening Fucker did call, confirmed I had a computer and we exchanged
e-mail addresses.  He was going to send me a list of the group members,
their group names, ages and their cock sizes.  He then told me that the
group was called the Care Group.   In addition to their Saturday meetings,
some of the guys were at the place I'd found them during weekdays, one or
two, maybe more.  Nothing was definite about weekdays, though; because it
depended on some guy getting boned up and needing some care.  They had a
good mail system, the guys with e-mail addresses copied and delivered to the
guys that didn't have e-mail addresses.  He asked if he could come over
tomorrow night around 7, look at the basement and tell me more about meets
at houses. And, you're new, so guys will be curious; you'll probably get a
lot of calls real soon.  People never make calls except between 7 and 9 pm.
If you call someone and their parents answer just leave a message for them
to return your call and identify yourself as a school friend.  Everybody
was, also, identified by his real name, but it was to be used only in
telephone calls.

I checked my e-mail as soon as I'd hung up the phone.  It was there.  I was
impressed with Fuckers efficiency.  And from what he said, the group seemed
really organized.

Within half an hour, I did receive a call from Jack.

I looked at the list and saw he was 18 and had between 6 and 7 inches of cut
cock.

"Hey, Matt, just saw your name and stats on Fucker's new list.  Are you in
the mood tonight?  Mine needs some care.  Do you like to suck?

"Jesus yes, I prefer oral sex but do go both ways.  Come on over.  Just go
down the driveway and use the back door."

"What's your address?"

"1104 Sycamore."

"Watch for me.  I'll be there in 10 minutes.  I live kind of close.

He was a blue-eyed blonde like I was.  He was good looking and cute at the
same time.  Weren't all the young boys still glowing with the blessings of
youth?

I took him through the kitchen and dining room into a bedroom I used as a
study.
Went back to the Kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge.

"Matt, want to watch a short video?"

"What's it about?"

Pics of some of the club members naked.  Some didn't want their pics taken
and if they ever make another one you don't have to either, if you don't
want to.

Every boy had a full fontal face picture as well as a profile, a full body
shot of the front and a profile.  A close up of his dick soft and another of
it erected.  Jack knew all of their names, which I wouldn't remember, but
the pictures were hot.   There were skinny boys, slender but muscular boys,
tall and short boys, blonde and dark haired boys, fair and dark complexioned
boys - quite a variety for just 12 guys.  Of course, I recognized Fucker.
In his pic he was standing with his hand draped over the shoulder of
another, younger, shorter, black boy.

"Who's the boy with Fucker?"

"That Fucker's brother, he's 13 and his name's Fucker II.  He always comes
to the meetings with Fucker."

I was horned up and ready to care for Jack whatever his needs turned out to
be.

"Jack, why don't you stand up and take your pants off."

He had a beautiful, boy cock, a long, slender, smooth tube of cock meat,
fully hard and as he'd said  "in need of some care".

"Jack do you want me to suck it while you're standing or do you want to go
to bed."

I'd love to go to bed but I don't have a lot of time, why don't I just stand
up and you stay seated in your chair. I'm sorry I wasted our time with that
video.   He walked over, grabbed his T-shirt and hooked it over the back of
his head exposing his chest, which was as smooth as his shaft. I grabbed
him, placed the side of my face against his stomach and wrapped my arms
around him before I reached up and squeezed his little nipples.

I pulled my pants off and took his boyhood into my mouth.  I didn't suck his
balls but he had the biggest balls I'd ever seen on a male - man or boy.  He
popped his nuts really fast.  Except for Jerry, up in the hills, this
afternoon, I'd never swallowed boy juice but I was already hooked on it - it
tasted so fresh, so sweet.

"Oh Matt, that was great.  I really needed it.  I'm sorry to be on such
short time.  Next time I wont be in such a hurry.  I've got time to do you,
though.  Want me to?"

"Yes, very much!"

He knelt in front of my chair.  I moved my butt out to the edge of the chair
and as quickly as he had done, I ejaculated into his mouth.

I couldn't believe it.  After 2 years without sexual contact, today I'd had
3 boys.

CHAPTER  2

The next night fucker did come over.  It turned out that mainly he just
wanted to see the basement, which was finished and quite nice even if it was
one large space with the furnace in the middle of the room and a laundry
area along the back wall.

Matt this is great.  In fact it's ideal, I had thought it might be a lot of
small rooms.  I see the windows even have coverings.  It would be good to
keep them drawn and to just crack the windows, get a folding table where
guys can stack their beer and layout some ashtrays on it.  If you could see
your way to do it, a couple of big, vinyl covered gym mats would be super.

"No, I don't mind getting gym mats."

"Want me to take up a collection among the members to help out?"

"No, I'll just do it on my own."

"That nice of you and I'll be sure all the guys know about it."

I wouldn't have missed Saturday night for a million bucks but I was 30
minutes late, because I'd forgotten to pick up a six-pack earlier, and about
3 cars were in the parking area when I arrived.  Fucker had told me, when he
came over to talk about the basement, to bring a flashlight with me and had
also mentioned at the meetings, including winter meetings at someone's
house, everyone car pooled, so a lot of parked cars wouldn't be an attention
getter..

When I walked into the clearing, they had a Coleman lantern sitting on a
rock, even though it was not entirely dark yet.  What a fucking, beautiful
sight - 12 teenagers naked, some with erections, all different ages and
heights and cocks that were as individual as the boys. Right away, Fucker
came over and told me that the guys that best liked to get fucked were on
the right end of the clearing.

Guys that were basically cocksuckers were grouped at the other end -nothing
rigid to the placement, it just short of happened that way over time and
everyone also milled around a lot.  So, I sat down on a log with 2 other
cocksuckers to see what would happen.

One of them was busy and I got an erection just watching the activity.
Whether Fucker had told him to or not, Fucker's kid brother walked right
over to me with his beautiful smile and his 8 inch black, cut dick with a
big, pink head.  If you just looked at what he had between his legs you'd
never have guessed him to be a 13-year-old boy.  He didn't say anything; he
just stood in front of me, took hold of it with one hand and pointed it
toward my mouth.  It was the first black cock I'd ever had in my mouth.
And, a huge black cock in your mouth just has to be the only thing more
exciting in the world than looking at one.  I guess he was about ready to
blast because he clamped my head between his two hands and began mouth
fucking me.  I'd been mouth fucked a couple of times before but never as
hard and fast as Fucker II was doing it.  It was downright uncomfortable for
me.  But he made his cock happy and it was soon over with.  He reached down,
gently rubbed my cheek and walked away.

The only reason I could give for his actions were that they were similar to
the manner in which his brother had fucked Warren last Wednesday out here.

The two of them were prime meat, very prime meat, and there was no way they
could not know it.  I guess they were just showing you that it didn't come
entirely free; everyone who got it was going to pay for it to some degree,
no matter how small.

I thought I'd do better the next time if I took a little break.  Walking
around, looking and meeting some of the others, I became aware that some of
them were using pot.  There was no mistaking the smell.  Warren walked right
up to me and I sensed that he was one of the pot smokers.

"Hi Matt.  Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Wednesday, I wanted you to fuck me, but you didn't.  Could we get together
now?  If you don't want to fuck me, I'd like it every bit as much if you'd
suck me."

I looked down at his cock, and reminded me that Wednesday I'd thought it was
almost identical to mine.

"Do you want me to do it over in the cocksucker's corner?"

"No, do you mind walking back to your car?"

"If you'd like to that's fine with me.  Let's find our clothes."

"Let's leave our clothes. Shoes and our flashlights are all we'll need.
Maybe we better grab a couple of beers, too."

We kept stopping along the path.  Warren loved to touch and kiss.  He was a
very loving boy.  When we got to the car, I asked if he wanted a cigarette?

"No but if you're going to have one I'll have another joint.  He'd had one
in is hand all the way up the path.  While we smoked, we sat on the front
seat.  He was constantly fooling around, rubbing my legs, feeling my
genitals, rubbing around my stomach and flicking my nipples with one of his
fingers.

"Boy, I smoked that too fast, I'm really spaced out.  But that's how I
wanted to be.  I wanted to be good for you, Matt?"

I wanted him to be good for me too.  He had me hotter than a pistol with all
his rubbing and fondling. "I'd just like to get a little more spaced out
before we do anything.  I want to be good for you."

"You will be if we do it soon.  I'm more than ready."

It was a bit awkward in the front seat of a car, but he laid down with his
head on the driver's seat, threw one leg over the back of the passenger seat
and put one down on the floor.  He was trying and succeeded in making his
groin area accessible and his 7 inches of boy meat stood straight up ready
for my hungry, cocskucker's mouth.  I stood on the ground, bent over the
passenger seat and started on his boy balls, rolling them around in my wet
mouth before I went down on his shaft.  He didn't say one word; his face
showed that he was enjoying it, so I settled down for a good, long, tasty
cock suck.  When he came he came big time.  His balls generated a large
amount of juice.

After a few moments of silence, I asked him if he still wanted me to fuck
him.  I hadn't climaxed sucking on Fucker II because I was trying to save
myself what with so many boys parading their cocks around the site. And
sucking him had me near the edge.

"Please, do it, I've been wanting you up my boy twat."

I grabbed some KY out of my glove compartment, lubed us and slowly entered
him.  My swollen cock needed a good fucking off and I gave it what it
needed.

"Thank you.  That was extremely good for me too."

"Me, too, I'm totally relaxed now."


"You're a beautiful, loving, boy.  Thanks again.  Want to go back now?

"Can I ride home with you?"

"Sure, I think I'd like to leave now."

"Do you mind walking back and getting out clothes while I sleep a minute."

"OK"

"Tell Fucker I'm riding back with you and ask him where my clothes and beer
are piled.  Maybe you can fit what's left of your beer and mine into one
carton."

When I got back he was awake, had a door open and was smoking a cigarette.

He didn't put his clothes on and rode back naked.  He kept putting one foot
up on atop the instrument panel, which I'd noticed seemed to be a local fad
with both boys and girls around town.  Having him sitting next to me,
totally naked, was sort of a distraction, even though I tried not to look at
him.

We took longer getting back than we had coming up the path.  We kept
stopping to get in some hugs and kisses.  I was glad Warren was with me or I
might well have not found my way back.  The darkness seemed to change
everything, but we made it and saw the light from the Coleman lantern.  No
one even noticed we'd been gone.

As we neared town, he asked if he could spend the night with me, so I didn't
put the car in the garage but parked by the back door so he could dash in
carrying his clothes.  He explained he lived with his grandma and would call
and tell her he was spending the night with a friend and would be home in
the morning.

He was in bed right after he'd taken a piss and went to sleep fondling me
and rubbing my stomach.  I threw an arm over his chest and I too went to
sleep.  It wasn't even daylight when I woke up realizing he was sucking on
my cock.  He sure liked his man sex and that was good.  I liked it, too.

He didn't live all that far from me and soon and the next week he started
dropping by, unannounced on his way to high school in the next block.  It
got so I just expected him and was disappointed if he missed showing.  We
became close - sexually as well as in many other ways.  We liked each other,
we respected each other and we just plain felt comfortable with each other.
If he appeared early enough he either sucked me off or I sucked him off.  If
not he always had a quick cup of coffee with me at the kitchen table.  He
also always rode with me to the Saturday meets.

The Monday after my second Saturday meet, a guy calls me and wants to come
over, said he knew where I lived and asked if he could come over.  His name
was Lance.  After telling him to come on, I looked him up on Fuckers list,
he was 17 and hung 8.

END OF FIRST PART

To be continued