Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 01:41:58 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SITTING ON A GOLD MINE - 2

As soon as I got back in the house, I threw my sheets and the towel Richard
had dried himself off with into the washer and phoned Josh and told him I'd
had a change of plans; I wouldn't be over until late afternoon.

He was disappointed and wanted to know why.  I told him about meeting the
guy in the red Mustang and what we'd done.  He didn't believe me.  I told
him I had the pictures to prove it.  I explained that I was pooped out and
had to get some sleep but I'd be over later.  Too, I told him about us both
working for Richard tomorrow and I'd be coming back tonight because I
didn't want miss Richard and if he wanted to he could come home with me and
stay the night.

I transferred the pictures from my digital camera to my computer, got
naked, flipped back and forth between enlarged pictures of Richard's huge
cock and jerked off.  I went to sleep on the couch and didn't wake up until
2:45.

I took the CD with the pictures to Josh's and we looked at them again on
his computer.  I had to give him a play-by-play description of what
happened all over again, even though I'd told him on the telephone.  He got
so excited I had to go down on him as he looked at Richard's cock pictures
on his computer screen.  We spent the early evening eyeballing the door to
the men's room across the street.  Josh lucked out once.  I scored zero.
We took the bus back to Redondo Beach at 8 PM.

In the morning I got up early and roused Josh.  By 7:20 we'd had breakfast
and were sitting in the Living Room waiting for Richard.  He arrived right
on time but hadn't had breakfast, so we pulled into a McDonalds on the way
and he ordered a couple of ham and egg McMuffins at their drive-in window.
Richard ate and had his coffee while sitting in his car in the parking
lot. All of us had a cigarette after he'd finished.  Richard said not to
feel bad bumming them off him he'd picked up two packs before he'd left
home.  On the way Richard told us he was anxious to get stuff over with at
the store.  Saturdays were slow and he didn't mind being closed but
Sundays, depending on the weather and what was going on in town, could be
real busy because couples came in who didn't have the time to shop together
during the week.

We had a quick tour of the store. It was large and divided into three areas
– a show room in front, a storage area at the rear with a bathroom and a
small kitchen area with a sink, coffee maker and a fridge.  In-between was
a room filled with shelves and tables, both displaying china and glassware.
The show room was being divided into several areas with new H-shaped
partitions that didn't run clear to the ceiling area. Several of the new
areas were ready for stored furniture in the back room to be moved up.  The
walls were painted or wallpapered in a variety of colors Richard had chosen
to give the areas the look of an expensive home.  They were also carpeted.

The furniture was to be moved on platforms about 6 inches off the floor
with wheels on each corner.  The front wheels turned and were steered by a
tongue and handle – the platforms reminded me, in a way, of a child's red
wagon.

Before we started Richard made coffee, saying a donut delivery was coming
momentarily.

The back door opened and in walked a real handsome dude, tall like Richard,
his hair brown but darker than Richards and his eyes brown, not blue like
Richard's.  Josh and I both recognized him.  He was the guy we'd both
interrupted while he was fucking Richard in the john across from Josh's
apartment.

While sitting the donuts on the table he scoped out Josh and me, saying,
"Well, what a nice surprise for a Saturday morning!"

Richard introduced him as Jerry Allison and told him our names. He was real
talkative and witty.  "Is everything zipped up or buttoned up in here and,
if so, why?  Jesus, Richard, where did you find these contestants for the
All American Twink contest?"

"None of your fucking business.  Later maybe.  And FYI, Michael, here, is
off limits to you."

"Oh, I see quick developments have taken place since I last saw you.  And
how about Josh, is he untouchable, too?"

"You'll have to ask him.  But both the boys are here to work. Don't get too
distracting or I'll push you out the door and lock it."

"Richard, we cant work, eat donuts and drink coffee all at the same time.
Josh, are you touchable?  Don't be afraid of King Richard.  He doesn't have
a tower to lock you in.  Just tell me the truth."

Poor Josh was so flustered, I wasn't sure he was capable of answering.  I
could tell the little shit was totally sexed up by having this good-looking
stud, which we both knew had a big dick, directing his conversation toward
him.  He was the center of attention.  He looked like the proverbial cat
that had just eaten the canary.  I understood how he felt though, Jerry was
a looker and he was coming onto Josh full throttle.

"Finally Josh answered.  "Sure I'm touchable, practically all over."  We
were still all standing; Jerry wrapped his arms around Josh and kissed him.
Josh had joined the club.  Like me, I knew it was his first time for being
kissed by a man.

Eating our donuts and drinking coffee, I thought of how new this kind of
experience was for Josh and me.  Until now, we'd been spending our time
hanging around toilets hoping against hope, waiting, hoping, waiting for
however long it took for some guy to show up that wanted a quickie blow job
and would then stuff it back in his pants and high tail it out the door.
Now, here we were eating donuts and drinking coffee with two young,
handsome dudes and they were interested in us.  Right now Jerry was
absolutely seducing poor Josh and Josh loved every minute of it.

Then, I remembered something that my first encounter; Andrew (the college
student - remember him?) had told me about some men being tops and some
bottoms.  Shit, until then I just thought some guys were gay.  I didn't
realize there were categories, other than tall, short, blonde, brunette,
big dicked or little dicked, that sort of stuff.

Now I realized that Richard, although masculine in every way, was a bottom.
Despite the fact that I'd fucked him twice and sucked him off twice, it
just dawned on me that he was a bottom.

I liked Jerry the minute he came in the door to the store.  I don't think
anyone could not like him.  He was sunshine personified; he didn't seem to
take anything seriously.  It was as if he just liked having fun as he
sailed through life and he encouraged any and all to get on his boat and
sail with him.  Then I remembered that he was always the one fucking
Richard.  I was sure he was a top.

Holy shit!  I felt as though I'd struck gold.  I hoped Josh would feel the
same.

Little did I know that before the morning was over Jerry would tell Richard
he was going for a smoke break and would take Josh with him. Outside, back
of the store, the two of them would sit in Jerry's car, kissing like mad,
with Josh's hand wrapped around Jerry's big cock and Jerry's hand down the
back of Josh's jeans and his finger in Josh's teen ass.

Well when Jerry announced a break, Richard and I took one too.  We stood in
a corner of one of the newly created room areas where we couldn't be seen
from the street, with our cocks out of our pants, fondling each other; we
had our own session of kissing, too, before stepping out onto the sidewalk
in front of the building for a cigarette.  While smoking I saw the front of
the shop for the first time.  It was as attractive as the sales room.  I
told Richard I really liked his shop and he said to wait until the end of
the day when the antique furniture was back in place in the new, completed
area.

At quitting time, Richard asked us if we wanted to work two days next
weekend and we told him we did.  He gave us each $80.00 in cash for our
work today.  Jerry volunteered to take Josh home.  Earlier, I had asked
Richard about Jerry and he told me he was a good guy and not to worry about
Josh.

I learned later that Jerry was a high school teacher in Palms, another LA
place name near Santa Monica.  I remembered having gone through the area
once, but I couldn't remember precisely where it was.  Anyway, Josh and
Jerry, talking together, decided that since Josh wasn't doing so hot in
school he should give Josh some private tutoring.  He'd taken Josh home,
went in with him, met his mother and captivated her with his looks and
vibrant personality plus the idea of helping Josh with his homework, got
permission to take Josh to dinner and a movie, took him home and got his
8-inch fucker part way into Josh's teenage hole and gave him a nice load of
his man juice as part of his first tutoring session.

Richard and I stopped at my house on the way home and I picked up my
swimming trunks.  We had a swim in the apartment complex's pool and wearing
terry cloth robes sat on Richard's second floor balcony while he had Vodka
Martinis and I had two beers before heating a family-sized frozen Lasagna
in the microwave and fixing a salad, which we ate while still in our robes.

Having been with him the whole day, and after a couple of beers I was ready
for sex and he was, too.  It started during a TV commercial break when he
came back from the kitchen with a refill in his Martini glass, parked it on
the coffee table and sat down next to me as close as it was possible
without sitting on my lap.  He started kissing me. It developed into open
mouth, tongue-sucking kissing.
  All the while he fumbled with my robe until it was wide open in front and
was playing with my cock as we kissed.

Shit, I wondered if he was a bottom after all.  He was sure coming on to me
right now.  I began to think maybe I hadn't understood what Andrew had told
me but things changed as fast as they had started.  He took me by the hand,
led me into his bedroom, got into bed face down and threw me a tube of K-Y.
He was a bottom!  His bottom was hot.  My dick was hot.  I lubed him.  I
fucked him.  I fucked him as hard as I knew how.  I fucked him for a long
time. All the time I hoped some of what I was doing was right.  It was all
so new to me and I was desperate to please him.

Then it ended.  I reached orgasm, left it in a while until it began to back
out of its own accord as it softened. We shifted our positions, stayed in
bed facing each other and he began kissing me again. I felt the sheet under
us was wet. I had pleased him.  He'd cum while I was fucking him.

By now it was 8:30 PM and I had no idea when my mom would be arriving home
from Vegas.  Richard said Sunday nights the traffic would be heavy and it
could take as long as six to eight hours to get home to the South Bay area,
but that was not much help, as I had no idea when she'd left Vegas.  To be
on the safe side, we dressed and Richard took me home.  The house was dark.
I'd made it.  We sat in the car.  He kissed me, thanked me for helping out
and told me he thought I was terrific.  Then he asked me if I was
comfortable with our relationship.

"I am but I worry about what would happen if my mom found out.  She
wouldn't approve and I'd hate like hell to have it ended."

"Mike, for what's it's worth, if you and I are comfortable with what were
doing, that's the most important thing. We'll just have to be careful.  I'm
not going to say it's wrong because I don't believe it is.  At least it is
no more wrong than a man and a woman.  Less wrong probably than between two
people cheating on their marriage vows or two high school students chancing
the girl won't get pregnant.  None of what I've said justifies it, though.
It's frowned on by society and forbidden by law. All and all, it's a
confusing mess.  I'll never be able to figure out what attracts two people
sexually to one another."

"Richard, I don't think it's just about sex.  I love you."

"I love you Mike.  That's what I've been trying to tell you without using
the word.  I thought it was better that I know you felt the same
way. You're so young, so beautiful and so good in bed.  I never hoped for
anyone like you because I never imagined anyone like you actually
existed. I feel as though we were meant to be."

I didn't respond but I felt the same way.  I thought of Josh saying it was
a one in seven million chance.  How could it have come true if it had not
been meant to be?

We parted knowing each other was committed to continuing the relationship
and we wanted to get together as often as possible but the details would
need discussing.  It was two hours before my mom got home and I was in bed
when she did.

However, before she did, Richard called me after he'd arrived home and we
again told each other how deep our feelings were.

I also called Josh and found that Jerry had just left.  I told him my story
and he told me his.  He was as lovesick as I was.

The difference, however, was what I had feared.  In the period of one
Sunday, Jerry, without his being aware of it, had become a father figure to
Josh.  So, I decided to confront Josh about it.

"Josh, do you have some time to talk."

"With you, you know I do.  Why ask?"

"Well, I know you remember when my dad died and I sure remember when your
dad and mom got a divorce. When my dad died, I knew what it meant.  It
meant he was gone. I'd never see him again.  I'd never have a dad for the
rest of my life.  I guess the finality of it all made acceptance easier,
though.  But, when your dad and mom got divorced and he moved to Oregon you
didn't accept it as final, as I can understand.  There was always the
chance that you'd at least see him again, sometime.  See the difference.  I
had no chance but you did.  Then, a couple of years down the road, I was
content to be on my own, but I think you were always looking for someone;
even if he wasn't your dad you needed a man who would be a father figure.
Shit Josh, I'm no fucking expert in this stuff, but what I'm saying is
don't let yourself get hurt by Jerry."

"I grab you Mike.  And, even though we grew up without fathers we sure as
hell didn't grow up without brothers.  That's what you are to me Mike."

Damn, the little bastard almost had me in tears but I managed to say,
"Thanks, Josh.  I feel the exact same way toward you.  I'm glad we've
finally said it out loud to each other, even if it is over the phone."

This led to other topics of conversation.  Neither of us had told about
seeing Jerry or Richard in the service station toilet or that we'd been
sucking cock in Alondra Park for quite some time.  We decided it would be
best not to tell them, either.  Both of us had committed ourselves to a
relationship.  Both of us had details to work out.  Both of us were happy.

Then we got on to the intimacies of our new sex life.  I told Josh what I
knew about gay guys being classed broadly as tops or bottoms and how I had
sized Richard up as a bottom and presumed Jerry was a top.  Josh agreed but
added classifications didn't draw clear boundaries though and he thought
Jerry was flexible because they'd both sucked cock as well as Jerry fucking
him.  By the way, he admitted to having one sore asshole.

The conversation quieted my concerns about Josh and after we hung up I was
able to go right to sleep.  It wasn't until the next morning that my mom
told me what time she got home.  Before she left for work and I left for
school, I hurriedly told her that Josh and I were walking up La Cienega and
saw an advertisement in a window for part time help on Saturdays and
Sundays, how we'd been hired and we were each paid $10.00 an hour or $80.00
each for our first Sunday. Of course it was part a lie but I could hardly
tell her I met Richard in Alondra Park brought him home, fucked him and
sucked his cock. I guess you'll understand.  You wouldn't have been able to
tell your mom the truth either in such a circumstance.

I forced myself to get Richard out of my mind while in school or I couldn't
have concentrated at all.  As soon as school ended, I called him on my cell
phone.  He was as hot as I was and said he couldn't wait until next
Saturday.  So we decided to meet at the library on the pretext I had to
look up some material for a term paper.  This was lie No. 2 that I'd told
my mom.

Before leaving to meet me, Richard had phoned a motel in Manhattan Beach,
another beach community adjacent to Redondo Beach and reserved a room.  He
was familiar with the motel and knew you accessed the rooms by an outside
balcony instead of through a lobby.  When we'd talked on the phone we'd
agreed to meet at the same café we'd had breakfast at on the Saturday after
we'd first met.  It was closer than the library and I was walking.

In the motel it took us less than a minute to undress each other. We
immediately got into fondling each other's cocks, kissing and rubbing our
hands over each other.  Everything was exciting to me because I was doing
it with Richard.  Damn, I even liked the way his hair looked on the back of
his neck.  I loved everything about him and I loved him so much it was
ecstasy to be with him and agony when I wasn't.  What really surprised me
though was he wanted us to 69, saying he thought we should try out
everything we'd ever heard of about gay sex.

Two weekend's later a group at mom's office arranged a surprise birthday
weekend for her in Las Vegas again.  It was to be a surprise, but when she
balked at going again so soon, her boyfriend had to tell her it was a
surprise weekend birthday party for her arranged by some of her friends at
the office.

Wednesday before she was to leave, I asked her if I could camp out at
Richard's while she was gone.  Her answer was totally unexpected.  She
wanted to meet "this Richard" as she referred to him.  I told him and he
arranged to come by Thursday after work.

He came in carrying a long, rectangular mirror, designed to be hung
vertically.  After introductions, he explained to my mom he had seen our
entry the morning he'd picked me up the first morning I worked for him and
he'd noticed the chest in the hall and how I'd told him about spending two
days stripping enamel off of it and my mom's staining it and finishing it
with dull varnish. (It vaguely resembled a Bombay Chest except that the
ends weren't flared that extremely.)  He explained the mirror as an item
he'd purchased from an estate sale.  It was not an antique and he'd had no
luck selling it but thought it would look good above our chest and would
like to give it to us.  My mom was a little embarrassed but accepted it.
It really was a lovely mirror.

She introduced herself as Carolyn and asked Richard if he'd like a drink.
He said he'd love a Vodka Martini.  (I'd clued him that Vodka Martinis were
her favorite drink).  We followed her to the kitchen and we all sat at the
kitchen table after she'd mixed the drinks.  I had a coke.

So far, so good, I could tell she liked the mirror and Richard arrived
looking like a candidate for Congress in a dark blue suit, black shoes,
white tie and a red, power tie.  That impressed her, too.  She realized
he'd stopped by on his way home from the antique shop.  His 6'-2" height
and lean, basketball player build didn't hurt anything either.  Neither did
his deep, masculine voice and polished manners.

Then she dropped her bomb.  "Richard, I've sometimes wondered if Michael
and his friend Josh were gay.  Wondered but didn't worry.  They're young.
A lot of boys go through stages and drop them just as fast as they
initiated them.  But, with you, I frankly am a bit worried.

"That's understandable, Carolyn. He is just 16 and I'm 27.  I think its
natural you should have questions about our relationship."

"Exactly, and just what is your relationship?"

I piped in and said, "Mom, that's not fair.  I don't ask you about your
relationships with your boyfriends."

"Michael, that's impertinent.  I think you should apologize to your mother,
and since you chose to be impertinent in front of me I think you should
make the apology now, in my presence."

He'd defused her bomb.  She saw he was probably a good influence on me.

"Michael, do you mind if I speak for both of us."

"Go ahead."

"Carolyn, you are correct about Michael and Josh.  However, I would rather
Josh tell his mother about his sexual leanings rather than you relaying
what I have told you.  Michael was gay when I met him.  I had never had any
desires for a teenager before we met.  We met by accident, we fell in love,
as hard as that probably is for you to imagine, let alone accept.  But it
happened and I'm confident it is not something Michael considers a
phase. As to our relationship, it is like any relationship between two
people who love each other.  As you know sex between two people, including
men and women, can vary from vanilla, though kinky to the rough stuff.
Michael and I are totally satisfied with vanilla.  Michael determines what
we do. Despite my age and height, I am totally shy.  Michael, despite his
being a high school sophomore and his slight build, is the opposite.  He is
very controlling and assertive, so what we do depends on what Michael wants
to do.  You asked, I've told you.  I hope I didn't embarrass you.  Would
you like another Martini, I would and I'll be glad to mix them if you do."

"Please, it will give me a minute to think."

"Carolyn, if I may continue, Michael and I are both hoping that you will
allow him to move in with me when he graduates from high school.  The plan
is for him to work weekends until he graduates and full time during Summer
Vacations.  In turn I will pay for his college education.  He wants to go
to UCLA Med School or the USC School of Architecture.  Doctors make much
more money than Architects, but what he'd be the happiest doing is the
important thing I believe.

(He scored again.  My mom had never asked if I was interested in going to
college, what fields I was interested in and she knew that Richard had
talked the subject out with me even though we'd known each other briefly.)

"I must say, Richard, you are very convincing.  I'm still confused though."

"That's understandable. Neither of us probably knew which way this meeting
would turn.  However, Michael wants to spend the weekend with me because
I've told him the apartment complex where I live has a pool.  Do you think
you could grant permission for that."

"I would guess so.  The two of you would probably arrange time together
anyway and I'd rather know where he will be rather than my forcing you to
do things behind my back."

"Thank you Carolyn, that's very gracious of you."

"Richard, I don't believe I'll be able to concentrate on what you've told
me while I'm at work tomorrow, or in Las Vegas either, so I might as well
tell you what I'm thinking right now.  I'm disappointed, as any mother
would be, that Michael is gay, although there are several gay persons where
I work and I cannot see why they're discriminated against.  They're very
nice people.  I wish Michael had told me when he first realized he was gay,
not that it would have made things easier.  But for now, I'd rather see him
spending time with you than with a lot of people I can think of.  I have
only these reservations, you'll never hurt him and if he wants to terminate
the relationship later, you'll be understanding and gracious."

"Carolyn, I do agree to your terms and you are not only gracious but
magnanimous."

(We won.  Richard and I hadn't mapped out a strategy but as it turned out
it was even an easy way for me to come out of the closet.)

I walked around the table, hugged and kissed her and apologized again for
the remarks, I'd made.

The evening ended with Richard taking my mom and me both out to dinner.

Jesus, I couldn't wait for Friday night to come.

When it did come, Richard left the store early and picked me up a few
minutes after I walked in the door from school.  My mom wasn't even home
from work so I left her a note.  We went to a very expensive restaurant in
San Pedro called Nitches and Richard's reservation was for a table by the
window that looked out on the ship channel and we saw a cruise liner slowly
heading toward the exit from the harbor, people waving, about 75 feet from
our table.  The cruise liner was followed by a couple of container
freighters after a while.

In his apartment, as always we undressed immediately, erected immediately,
kissed and somehow managed to move locked together toward the bed.  It was
as if we couldn't tolerate a moment apart, even though we were in the same
room.  It was beyond sex, beyond exciting, it was intense, it was
beautiful, it was love, it was that which could only happen between two
males who in love brought each other to climax naturally and easily and in
the only way two homosexual lovers could – together.

After climax, Richard pulled me over atop him as we recovered; our sperm
bonding us together like glue. I was totally happy, totally content.  I
knew that before we went to bed for the night we'd make love again, as we
would Saturday morning, afternoon and night and the same Sunday before he
took me home.

The most memorable part of the weekend, was Saturday afternoon after lunch,
when Richard undressed in the living room, kneeled on the floor and asked
me to fuck him.  Seeing him from behind, on his hands and knees on the
carpet in the middle of the room, his butt sticking up, his ball sack
hanging down and his huge cock pointing down, I noticed that there was a
tube of flesh the same diameter as his cock running up behind his ball sack
a good four inches before it reached his love hole.  Jesus, it made his
cock look as though it was a foot long.  Plus that, his cock and his balls
and his love hole were all lined up – all of his sexual equipment in a
straight line.  I was looking at all of them.  And, then it happened, I
shot my boy juices all over his carpet.  I was so angry with myself; I
started to cry.

Richard got up and wrapped his arms around me.

"I really fucked up Richard."  And I explained what had happened to me.

"Oh baby, don't feel bad.  I think that was truly wonderful"

"How could it be?  You wanted me and I failed you."

"It's beautiful, Michael, because what happened confirmed the intensity of
your passion and love.  I know you love me.  I love you.  That could only
happen if you truly loved me."

"Can we try it again later?"

"Of course we can.  That's another reason I love you.  You've got a dirty
mind.  You're always thinking of sex."

The whole time together was beautiful and Sunday night I had a sore ass
hole to remind me just how beautiful it was.  Although he hadn't penetrated
me as deeply as he could have, he got at least half on his cock in me and I
experienced him climaxing inside my body.  I felt his cock discharge his
cum inside me.  His fucking me was the last of the experiences we tried –
the last because we'd already done everything we could think of.

As usual, I phoned Josh before I went to bed and, as always, we exchanged
experiences.  I had to admit that Josh was way ahead of me when it came to
taking cock up his ass.

I didn't care.  I was happy with Richard and cherished my time with him and
enjoyed whatever we got into as concerns sex.

I still believed that we had gotten together because it had been meant to
be.

What I didn't know was that fate was not through with us.

TO BE CONTINUED

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