Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 13:38:36 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 2

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PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 2

The following morning, Charles explained the situation
again, this time in Lee's presence.    When Charles
mentioned our sexual orientation, Lee was a little
embarrassed and reached over to grab my hand.  When Charles
talked of his death, whenever it might occur, all three of
us were close to tears.  Lee told his grandpa that he really
loved me and, like Charles, read more into my arrival on the
scene than there really was to it.  You would have thought I
had come in answer to their unspoken prayers and I did not
have the heart to tell them otherwise as they seemed to find
comfort in it.  Despite everything, I came away knowing Lee
loved me and he agreed with his grandpa that it would be
best if the adoption was completed before Charles died.

Before it was time for school to begin the day after Labor
Day, Lee and I had finished the house and the auction of the
furniture I wanted to sell was held on the front lawn; I was
surprised at the money I cleared.

Kurt had given me a product he had found on the Internet to
use on the furniture that circumvented chemical stripping
and all the work involved in that. Kurt was a blond haired
guy with bright, blue eyes, very handsome, the idealized
version of a Teutonic youth.  He was two years older than me
and had a better build - especially his shoulders and chest.
Lee and I loved to catch him taking a leak.  We joshed
between ourselves how we would like to get him in bed with
us. Like Lee, Kurt never closed the bathroom door when he
was taking a piss and, again like Lee, he pulled his pants
way down below his butt exposing everything he had in the
way of genitals. And talk about genitals - wow, he had them
in spades - a long, fat, cut piece of meat bigger than mine.

The two weeks before Labor Day were hectic. One day, I had
to go to school for a teacher's orientation meeting.  I was
introduced as a new teacher along with another young man,
named Nathan (Nate) Bowman also from Nebraska - Kearney,
almost straight north of Solomon Hills.  It was to be some
months before I was to know that he and Nate were to become
sexually involved with each other.

Then Charles, Lee and I, together with Lloyd Smith, Charles'
attorney, had to appear before a judge to finalize the
adoption.

During that same week, Molly O'Brien, a long time neighbor
across the street returned from her summer stay with a
sister in Wisconsin. She had visited Charles, was shocked at
how he seemed to have worsened, health wise, during the
summer.  I told her that Lee and I were worried, too; she
offered to drop in a couple of times a day plus fix lunch
for him when school resumed.


The Tuesday after Labor Day, Lee rode to school with me even
though teachers had to arrive half an hour before school
started.  He said he'd just hang out in the schoolyard, as
there were always some early arrivals.

The number of school busses pulling up in front of the
school amazed me.  Lee knew a lot of the students from the
rural areas, which explained his few contacts with friends
during the summer.

Charles continued going down hill rapidly, so Lee and I
decided I should move in with Lee - caring for Charles was
more than Lee could manage.  We worked together with the
cooking, cleaning and laundry and slept in the same bed; his
bedroom was an added room at the back of the house with its
own, small bathroom. Charles never questioned the sleeping
arrangement; as sick as he was, he could be funny.  One
evening he started complaining about Molly.  We told him she
filled a real need for all of us and Lee asked why he was
suddenly on her case.  He replied:

"She'd hold my dick while I pissed, if I'd let her!"

Lee answered "You'd get a hard on and couldn't piss if she
did that."

"Like hell I would - not with that old lady holding it.
Maybe I'm turning gay."

Then, one day in mid November, it happened.  It was during
the lunch hour.  Molly had to dial 911.  Charles had a
stroke.  After all his suffering, it wasn't the cancer that
killed him.  Molly was of the opinion that he drank too
much.  I knew that was not the prime cause but conceded it
hadn't helped matters.

Nights, after Charles died, Lee and I cuddled closely in
bed.  He had moved, including all his personal possessions,
into my house.  Lee kept telling me that he felt secure and
loved when he slept with his back against my chest and my
arms around him.  There was no sex, but that lasted for only
a week, until I woke in the middle of the night due to what
had become Lee's favorite pastime - sucking me off while I
was asleep.

I loved Lee more and more.  Sleeping with him was itself
both a comfort and an experience.  Sleeping with his back to
my chest, he was always reaching around to find my arm. He
wanted it wrapped around him.  If we moved and I was
sleeping on my back his hand would move to hold my cock or
he would sling a leg over me.  If I was in a position with
my back to the center of the bed, he would scoot over close
and throw his arm around me, He seemed to need constant,
extensive body contact while sleeping.


If I awoke before Lee, I loved nothing better than to lie
quietly and just look at him.  I think when you look at a
person asleep, you notice more things than you do when they
are awake.  I loved his teenage looks.  I thought he was
without doubt the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

When we returned to having sex, Lee was back to his horny,
teenage self, shooting off three times daily and bringing me
to climax with him each time.  I began to wonder if sex,
like a lot of things in life, was a habit. You could jack
off a couple of times a week, as I did at Greeley and that
is what you became accustomed to and thus satisfied with.
But, if you shoot three times a day, that is what your mind,
your body, and I guess even your cock begin to expect and
demand. But, hell man, why should I complain!  I loved Lee
knew I was lucky having a 16 year old, cum filled boy with a
beautiful cock that emptied its balls down my throat three
times a day.

In a matter of weeks, Lee was after me for us to get on the
Internet and order him a cockring and some various sized
butt plugs and dildos to fuck him with to prepare him for
his taking my cock up his virgin, boy pussy. He practically
demanded that I get him ready by Christmas.  He had a
fantasy that we get drunk on Christmas Eve ending with me
taking him to bed and, as he called it:  "Use him like a
woman."

Shortly after Thanksgiving, the teachers conducted a drawing
to see who would host their annual Christmas Party.  My name
was drawn out of the hat.  I didn't think anything about it
but when I got home Molly called as soon as I walked into
the door; she had already heard of it through the gossip
mill and she was livid.

"Those women teachers set you up.  They know Lee's
grandfather just died and he is living with you.  What an
imposition; they should never have put your name in the hat.
They know you have done some work on your house.  They just
want to see it and look at the situation in which you and
Lee live.  They are so curious they can't stand it.  It
really makes me angry."

I had a hard time suppressing a laugh but told her that I
went in it with my eyes open as they told me I just made
coffee and they brought cookies, to which Molly responded by
asking if she could come over right now.  She was really one
wet hen.  "Don't be taken in by those women, they're
schemers.  I want you to turn the tables on them.  Please,
let me take care of things - food, table decorations, the
whole bit.  Please!"

I agreed on the condition that I pay her.

"You find your grandma's Christmas tree decorations and I'll
do the rest."



As the preparations evolved - a floor to ceiling Christmas
tree was placed in the Entry, a finished room, converted
from a front porch.  The dining room table had a red cloth
and two, large vases overflowing with white Gladiolas.  My
desk, in what was grandma's Bedroom, opened with French
doors into the Entry.  I now called the room my Study.  The
desk was covered with plastic and then a green cloth to
serve as a bar.  The fireplace was ready to light a fire.
Everything was so festive that Lee and I both got into the
mood.

Per Molly's suggestion, we both put on our best clothes,
stood in the Entry greeting everyone as they arrived and
again to say goodbye as they left.  Molly, of course, did
not stay for the party.  Molly was right.  Eyes popped - the
female teachers were impressed, curious - wanted a tour of
the house - down to the Kitchen and Bedrooms.  We passed off
the first floor Bedroom as mine, saying Lee slept in the
attic bedroom. Again, Molly was right - Kruger, the coach,
Nate and most of the other men headed straight for the hard
liquor on my desk and the women poured themselves Champagne.
Molly's food was totally devoured.  Very few of the
teachers' cookies were touched.

I fucked up though and forgot that Kurt had asked if he
could move a used pool table he had won in a poker game into
the basement until he found a better housing situation than
the one he was in.  Luckily the party was breaking up when
he arrived with the table and some helpers from the bar, all
loaded onto a borrowed truck; Kruger, the coach and Nate all
headed for the basement to help. Kurt had already hung a new
pool table light.  After everyone had left, Lee and I
started for the basement when the phone rang.  Lee said he'd
grab it and he became involved in a long inquisition by
Molly as to details on how the party went.

I didn't sneak down the stairs to the basement, but Kurt and
Nate hadn't heard me - that was obvious when I saw them.
Nate, pants around his ankles, was bent over the pool table
and Kurt was fucking him like there was no tomorrow.  I
turned and started back up the stairs, when Kurt saw me.

"Oh God, Jase, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Why?"

"You let me put the pool table in your basement and then I
do this, in your house and with Lee, a minor, living with
you."

"Kurt, don't sweat it.  Lee and I both like you and Nate; I
understand and Lee will too."

While Kurt's erection was rapidly retreating and Nate was
quickly pulling up his pants, Kurt responded:  "No kidding?"

I didn't answer, intending I'd let him figure that one out
alone, when Lee came bounding down the stairs two at a time,
full of his conversation with Molly and carrying glasses a
bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Vodka; I immediately
knew he had already been nibbling.

"What a party - Merry Christmas, guys!"  As if he didn't
care that Kurt and Nate were present, he kissed me on the
cheek and whispered in my ear "I want my Christmas present
tonight."

Nate, who had consumed only one drink, took Lee and drove
down to a hamburger joint for take out orders.  As soon as
they left, Kurt asked me if I was doing Lee. I told him, if
"doing" meant "fucking", the answer was no.  We had been
sucking each other off and were truly in love.  However, Lee
wanted me to fuck him and he had just whispered to me that
he wanted it tonight.

I really shocked him when I told him I had legally adopted
Lee, at his grandfather's request.   I asked him about Nate
and he told me that they met at the super-market one
evening, he was inside Nate within an hour and they see each
other every night and they have sex every time they get
together.

After we ate our hamburgers and fries, we resumed drinking,
along with playing pool.  For only four people, things got
kinda wild.  Along with taking our turns at the cue ball, we
engaged in some kissing and some crotch groping.  Every one
was semi-erection most of the evening.  Kurt and Nate asked
to spend the night sleeping on the twin beds in the finished
basement; I told them the bedroom on the first floor already
had sheets and blankets and the bathroom was nearer, so that
is what happened.

The four of us climbed the stairs to the first floor
together.  With the Christmas tree lights still lit and the
doors unlocked, as usual, Lee and I continued upstairs.  We
were so wrapped around each other that we had an awkward
ascent.  Neither of us were in a condition to do anything
other than go to sleep.  But, Lee was all worked up that
this Wednesday, the 18th of December, 2002 was to be the
night when got his first fucking, lost the stigma of
virginity and became a big boy.

We mingled our streams as we pissed together in the toilet
bowl.  I told him to relax and guided him slowly toward the
bed, holding him up, keeping him from weaving too much and
managed to grab a tube of K-Y as we passed the chest of
drawers.  I slowly undressed him down to the last article of
his clothing, kissing each area of his pale, almost
translucent, skin as it was exposed.  When naked, I locked
our mouths into a face sucking kiss and with my one, free
hand caressed his body and fondled his genitals - his
beautiful boy genitals, his boy-like shaft with its mannish
cockhead and dense bush.  I fingered his sphincter.  It was
so warm to the touch, as is everything that is tucked deep
between the cheeks of the buttocks.


When we were closer to the bed, I picked him up and carried
him the remaining few feet, telling him this was going to
like a wedding night.

(God, this was so wrong - wrong because I had been drinking
and so had Lee.  We should be sober, we should be somewhere
else than our own room - somewhere very special - but he had
picked the night - the one consolation was that we would
sleep again, many times, in the same bed where he had given
me his virginity.)  But reason and conscience were no longer
considerations, no longer in command of our actions.  We
were so far into our foreplay that raw, sexual lust was now
in control.

With Lee on his back, butt elevated by pillows and holding
his feet in the air I mounted him, without condom, and
entered him.

I wanted to fulfill his fantasy as much as I wanted to fuck
him. At the same time I wondered about his emotions.  It
must be scary for a young boy, even more so than for a
woman, to experience the final and inevitable result of
loving a man, being sexually attracted to him, having
participated in sexual foreplay with him and finally, at
long last, being confronted with the fact that he was going
to violate your body by pushing an enormous, rock hard,
blood gorged, male sexual organ deep into your body for the
very first time and use your body, in the heat of passion,
to satisfy his sexual needs.  He was going to fuck you.  He
was going to fuck you hard.  He was going to fuck you as
deep as he could penetrate with his fuck tool God had
designed for males to use in intercourse.  He was going to
fuck you for a long time.  He was going to fuck you for as
long as it took for him to feel his male juice shoot out the
end of his tool.  Then, and only then, would he collapse,
exhausted atop your body, crush you with his weight and,
breathing heavily, wait until his cock became flaccid.

I took things slowly but was still surprised at how easy my
8 inches finally slipped all the way in. I was more
surprised that Lee uttered not one sound of discomfort.
With his mouth opened fully and his eyes closed, he entered
into his own, long dreamed of, fantasy world.

Like he could never have anticipated what it would feel like
to get fucked, neither could I have imagined the feeling of
having my dick inside his virgin pussy.  It was so slick, so
fantastically warm, and the feeling of my shaft being so
completely enclosed in such a gentle, caressing way was so
different from anything I had experienced and was terribly
exciting.  It took some resolve not to start pounding his
boy cunt as hard as I could.  But, above all else, I wanted
him to find pleasure not pain. I did not want to hurt him.



Even before I was fully into the deed, he began humping his
body to, in effect, hasten the process, to be an active
partner.  He must like it.  He was tipsy, I was tipsy, he
was hot, I was hot. It was his first time for getting fucked
by a man. It was my first time for fucking a boy.  It was
just too damn good; I couldn't make it last. I looked down
at Lee; he was one of those who did not maintain an erection
while getting fucked, but I saw his penis sort of erect,
jerk and discharge his semen.  The sight of him shooting his
cock juice over his stomach caused me to shoot my load deep
inside his body.

He quickly wrapped his legs around me so I couldn't pull out
and locked our mouths together in an open mouth kiss.
Later, I managed to roll over on my side and turn out the
bed lamp, reach down and pull the comforter over us.

We fell into a deep sleep, as deep as only sex-induced
sleep can be.

The next morning, Nate went home to Kearney for the holidays
and Lee left for Denver.  He had been invited for a brief,
holiday trip with Luke Adamson and his parents.  Kurt called
me late afternoon and wanted to come over - he was lonely.
I told him sure as I was lonely, too.  I fixed a beef stew
for supper. After a few drinks and eating, we watched a male
porno video, in the Study; one that Kurt had brought.  We
were feeling no pain when we decided to play some pool.
After a couple of games the phone rang and I had to run
upstairs to answer it. (Damn, I had to get an extension
phone installed in the basement.)  It was Lee, reporting in
that he was OK, having a good time and was already missing
me, was a little sore but impatient to do it again.

When I went back down, there was no Kurt.  I wondered if he
had left, when I heard him call:  "I'm in the bedroom."  I
went into the bedroom, his clothes were strewn over one of
the beds, he was standing in a corner of the room, head
against the wall, eyes closed, naked, with his huge cock
protruding straight out.  His pubes had been completely
shaved.  His huge cockhead gleamed as though it had been
waxed; it was hypnotic.  He was well on the way to getting
high on poppers.  He had placed a pillow on the floor in
front of him for a kneeler.

"Get naked. Go down on it."  He tossed the poppers onto the
bed, a silent command to start getting high as I undressed.
I thought of Lee and how I loved him; I was filled with
guilt, I felt I was cheating on him, yet, at the same time,
I crawled across the room to kneel in front of Kurt as if
keeling in church - helpless to resist the magnetism of his
huge cock, I submitted to the Power of his Penis.  He bent
over and French kissed me.

"Make it last, baby; a cocksucker hasn't taken care of me
down there for a long time."  Before I started, I took a
close-up look.  His balls were quite small, which made his
cock appear even bigger.  Just looking at his big cock,
thinking about the way he had offered it to me and the way
he commanded me to service him made me so hot I wondered if
I could make it last.


I had never sucked a cock as big as Kurt's.  I'd never even
tried to suck one that big. (I never had a chance, as far as
that goes.)

As I wrapped my mouth around it and started to go down on it
I knew it was not going to be an easy cock to suck - it was
so big.

"Take your time.  I know it's big.  I don't want to grab
your head and force you down on it but I'm hot and I will.
The best blowjobs come from cocksuckers who enjoy satisfying
their customer, so open your mouth a little more and watch
your teeth."

Holding his cock in my mouth I took more poppers up each
nostril and went back to my sucking.  Soon, my mouth became
wetter and things seemed to go easier.  I fucking couldn't
believe it; sucking such a big cock was exhausting.

I varied techniques - going slow, concentrating on the glan,
jacking and sucking at the same time. Then, I began pulling
on his nuts and increased my pace.  This brought him to the
edge; I could feel with my lips the swelling in his urethra
tube running along the bottom of his penis.  He started
hollering "Oh yea!  Oh yea!  I'm almost there." I stopped
and just held his cock in my mouth so he could enjoy his
cum.  But, he didn't cum; he exploded.  His cock jerked and
pulsed as it poured its warm, sweet juice down my throat - a
tasty and generous reward for a cocksucker.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and kept his cock in my
mouth until it lost its hardness.  Finally he said we should
both lie down.  He did but I went to the laundry area,
fetched a clean washcloth, ran hot water over it, washed his
cock and dried it with a towel.  It felt heavy as I lifted
it to wash it.

"Jase, you're the first person who ever cleaned up my dick
like that.  You really know how to take care of a man."

Actually, I was a bit worn out, but not Kurt.  We went
upstairs and he put in another porno movie.  I switched from
Martinis to Scotch, which I prefer, eventhough I knew better
than to mix drinks.  One hour into the video he fished his
tool out of his pants, reached over, unzipped my jeans and
took mine out, remarking that he liked it. Then he said:
"Jack me off."

I realized that I had never in my life jacked off another,
fully-grown man.  I told him we should take our pants off.
Then he told me to get some lube.  As we got started, he
told me, as when I had started to suck him "Go slow;
pleasure my cock."


So, we focused on the porno film, holding each other's cocks
and every once in a while stroking them, or bending down and
giving them a tongue bath or a brief suck.  There was no
variation in that routine until something occurred in the
film that got to him and he hollered:

"Jack it man, jack it!"  He had us stand and told me to
move behind him, stick my cock between his legs, reach
around him and jack him just like I was jacking myself off.
When he climaxed his load shot three feet out onto the
carpet.

After that, he turned off the TV, led me by my hand into the
bathroom to piss.  We never did get our pants back on until
the following morning.

He told me to go back to the Study; he detoured via the
kitchen to pick up the Vodka and Scotch bottles, returned to
the sofa and he plugged in another video.  Later he left and
came back with a bath towel, spread it over the cushions and
told me that he wanted to fuck me.  I tried to dissuade him.
He sweet-talked me, he held the poppers bottle to my
nostrils, he held my drink to my lips and he smothered me
with kisses.  He managed to get me erect again by sucking
me.  I couldn't believe how consumed he was with having sex
for the third time in one evening. Each time he tried to
push it in, I complained that it was too big.

At the same time, I wanted it.  The excitement I felt from
his warm, naked body, his big cock and his silken scrotum
all pressing against my flesh were unbelievable, as was the
realization that he wanted me.  I was, again, mesmerized by
the power his hard, warm penis exerted over me.

Suddenly, he jumped up, switched off the TV and all the
lights in the house, closed all the blinds, returned to the
study and switched off the lamp by the sofa.   He told me to
sit up and said:  "Let's go at this a different way."

He pulled my legs to move my butt out to the edge of the
sofa.  Kneeling over me and on the sofa, he crowded against
me so as to make full, frontal body contact with our torsos
including our erect genitals caressing.  Then, he began
whispering:

"Here we are, Jase, two handsome, virile, young men with
hard, masculine bodies and big, erect cocks, sexually
attracted to each other, a little tipsy and all horned up.
It's late at night, completely dark and we are as alone as
if we were the only two people on earth.  We are free to
explore each other's naked bodies in the most intimate of
ways.  I'm telling you this because no two men could get to
this situation and do what I want us to do unless they were
both cock lovers.  Feel mine, I know you like it as much as
I like yours.  Hold it for as long as you want; holding it
makes it feel good.

Now I want to begin doing things to you and whisper at the
same time.  And, I want you to do the same things to me as I
do to you.  He ran his tongue all over my lips, barely
touching them.  It almost ticked.  Then he asked me to open
my mouth.  He stuck his tongue in and told me to suck on it.
He stuck his tongue in my ears and bit my earlobes. He
licked my armpits.

"Did you fuck Lee last night? Was it good?  Did you like it?
Did Lee like it?"

"Yes, and It was indescribable.  I think Lee stays awake
half the night checking me out to see if I have a hard-on.
I am always waking up with him sucking my cock.  Now I'll
probably be waking up with him lowering himself down onto my
erection. When he gets home, I know he's going to go
straight for my zipper."

"Tell me how you got him hot.  Did you suck his nipples -
pull and bite them?  Did you eat out his ass before you
fucked him? "

"Well, no.  I didn't do those things, but I did get him
hot."

"Shit, Jase, I've got to teach you how to get a guy really
hot.  It makes things so much more intense when you get a
guy to the point where he's begging for your dick.  I'll bet
you didn't even finger fuck him before you stuck your dick
in."

"But back to doing things in the dark, Lee sounds like me.
I love doing stuff in the dark.   Feeling without seeing is
more exciting for me than being able to see, too. It's
amazing how your imagination plugs in.  Have you ever fucked
a woman?"

"Once, but she fucked me."

"Well, there is nothing like a virgin male pussy. It's the
ultimate sexual pleasure for a cock! The one bad thing about
a big cock is that you always have a big bulge in you pants.
Every girl in high school was after me, even girls with
steady boyfriends.  I didn't realize until my senior year
that what I really wanted was to do it with boys."

He was biting my nipples and fondling my balls at the same
time.  "God you have exciting, big balls.  I think the male
scrotum has to have the softest skin in the world."

"I like yours' better than mine.  I love your shaved
genitals."

"Please, give me some!  I'm going crazy just thinking of my
cock, all greased up, slipping slowly, and deeply into your
unfucked pussy.  Please, give your virginity to me. My big
cock in there will make you happy you let me take you.
You've got me so hot."

"You've got me hot, too.  You're very good at sex talk and
foreplay.  I love it.  Was Nate a virgin?"


"No, but he's a wonderful fuck; while I was fucking girls in
my high school, Nate was getting fucked by boys in his high
school.  And foreplay is just the prelude.  If you let me
in, I'll make a real man out of you.  Nobody is a real man
until he's been fucked by a big cock."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I really do."

"I think you'd say any thing to get me to let you put it
in."

"Yes I would.  But, I mean everything I'm saying. I'm
begging you.  Let me in.  I've never fucked a man virgin."

With that he threw his arms around my neck and kissed me so
hard and so long it was a new experience - like it was the
first time in my life that I had ever been really kissed.
At the same time he squeezed my cock.

I lost all resistance; in fact I wanted him to fuck me.  I
told him I'd try.  So for the second time that night, I
submitted to the Power of his Penis.  He lubed me while I
lubed his cock.  It was so hard that I thought I could feel
his pulse in it.  He positioned me much the same as I had
Lee, squeezed his shaft and put his cockhead against my
sphincter, rubbing it back and forth before he began his
entry.

When he succeeded in getting his cockhead in, he paused,
squeezed my cock and told me to just relax a while.

"God but you're tight, it has got to hurt some, but when I
get it in, I'll let you relax again to get used to the
feeling of having a cock inside you.  When I begin to fuck
you, it will start to feel better.  You better take a big
hit from the poppers; I'm going in now."

He was slow and gentle, but it still hurt.  Finally I became
more comfortable with it.  Then I begin to wish that he
would never stop.  He really turned me on when he kept
telling me to clamp my ass muscles and make my pussy kiss
his cock.  It seemed to drive him wild and I too got a rush
of excitement.  He hollered like a Banshee.  I was really
surprised when he climaxed; I had never envisioned that I
would actually feel him shoot inside me.  He ended the
session with passionate kissing.  I had just learned two
things from Kurt - I could take a big dick and liked being
fucked - and now I knew how to really fuck.  I thought I had
known how to do it but until Kurt did it to me I realized I
hadn't known shit about it.  I also knew that I would never
sit on this sofa and watch TV without thinking of this night
- getting seduced and fucked, for the first time, by Kurt
Maxx.


"Was it good for you?"

"Oh, yea - you're incredible, absolutely incredible, your
cock is incredible.  I never dreamed it could be like that.
The whole thing, the darkness, your whispering to me, the
way you seduced me, the way you made me want you. Your
gentleness, the way I could feel you cum inside me; it was
all so new and wild - so good."

I'm glad, you're incredible yourself - a good cocksucker and
a fantastic, tight fuck.  Also, you took it like a man.
Thanks, Jase, thanks for letting me be your first.

I don't know why it crossed my mind; it just sort of popped
out of my mouth:  "Has Nate ever fucked you?"

"Baby, let me tell you something:  "Men with cocks like the
two of us have should never let a queen fuck them - never!
And that's what Nate and Lee are, I don't know how they
started off being gay but now they're queens; and you and I
have turned them both into size queens in addition to being
just queens.  They'll never get enough of our big cocks.  If
we keep them totally, sexually satisfied we have complete
control over them, and don't you forget it - never let Lee
fuck you."

(I realized that he was talking about Penis Power, although
he didn't call it by the label that I had attached to it.)

We cleaned ourselves up and flopped on the closest bed, in
the first floor bedroom.  Kurt, though, was wound up and
wouldn't shut up.  He was full of talk.

"Jase, another thing - that wasn't the last time for us
tonight.  Hell, I haven't even given you a blowjob.  Just
because Nate will never fuck me, I want you to fuck me.
We're going to keep Lee and Nate well fucked, but we are
going to fool around together; we are fuck buddies as of the
moment you let me in your puss."

"Doesn't that bother you, like maybe it's cheating?

"There are two ways to look at cheating.  If you keep you
partner happy and realize they are the one you love, I don't
believe it is cheating to fool around just so you keep it
clear in your mind that there is a difference between sex
and love."

I see your point but it still bothers me and it might be
very difficult to arrange."

"As the old saying goes - Sex will find a way."

"How can you shoot off so often?"


"I don't really know. I just can.  Even when I was growing
up and first started jacking off, I never seemed satisfied
to shoot just once.  I've always been able to turn around
and shoot another load.  I like shooting multiple loads -
doing it exhausts you and I like the total, relaxed feeling
it gives you.  Why, do you want to do something now?"

"Shit, you've got to be kidding?"

"No, I'm serious.  If you want to, I'll try, but I won't
guarantee that I'll be able to shoot the fourth time, but
who knows.  The secret is getting totally aroused again."

"I'll pass for now.  I'm wiped out."

I tried to sleep but I couldn't seem to get off.  I was so
aware of being in bed with his big cock, alternately
softening, erecting and pressing against some part of my
body. If I were near to dropping off, I'd wake back up.  He
was insatiable and that excited me.  I feared I could easily
get to feeling the same way toward him as Lee was about me -
shit, how many times a week could you do it?

My mind wouldn't close down, so I tried Lees' trick. I
reached down, wrapped my hand around Kurt's big, warm, soft
cock.  I didn't do anything to it; I just held it.  I now
knew why Lee was always doing that to me; it was like a
pacifier is to a baby.  I finally feel asleep, my last
conscious thought was wondering if boy babies who loved
their pacifiers a little too much matured into cocksuckers.
It was noon before we woke up.

Kurt had gotten up, taken a piss and flopped back down on
the bed and started pestering me to wake up.  If I wanted
to, he would take me out to eat.

I elected to make breakfast; I knew it was too late for
breakfast at a restaurant.

"What time is Lee getting home?"

"He told me the late tomorrow night or early the next day.
He's going to call to confirm."

"Care if I hang out with you.  You fix breakfast, I'll strip
these sheets and the towels we'll use to shower and get them
in the washer.  After we eat, I'll help you cleanup from the
party; as a neatnik, you kinda dropped the ball on that
one."

We finished the clean up at 3 o'clock; Kurt suggested we go
to the hardware store and pick out some new lock sets for
the exterior doors, so I could lock them if I wanted to.  It
was a good idea; I never had found grandma's keys.  Kurt had
the locksets changed in nothing flat.  I wanted to go to the
grocery store.  Kurt wanted to take me out to Dinner.  We
decided to have a couple of beers before we left.  Kurt got
horny, again.  (I had wondered ever since we had gotten out
of bed how long his late night fuck would placate him.)

"Hey, fuck buddy!  Do you remember telling me you liked my
shaved genitals, last night?"

"Sure I do."

"Well, let's get a surprise going for Lee."  I had learned
in the past 18 hours or so that there was not much to be
gained by arguing with Kurt.

He had the looks, personality, conning ability and cock to
get anything out of me that he wanted; so I got a towel, my
razor and some shaving cream.  He scooted the kitchen table
over by the sink, reached under the sink cabinet and found a
plastic pan, filled it with hot water and positioned me on
the table, legs up and spread; he then proceeded to make my
genitals as hairless as his.

Before I could get off the table, he lowered himself atop
me, kissed and began to get us both erect and finally said:
"Better quit this while we can."  After the grocery and a
steak dinner, we said goodnight and each went home.

I put on a bathrobe, flopped on the couch and started to
watch TV, some time later I awoke, feeling cold, grabbed a
blanket from the bedroom, turned the TV off and went back to
sleep on the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED - Comments will be appreciated and answered.


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