Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 17:01:54 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS -1 STOP! Press your backspace key. Return to the page that has the NIFTY WARNING about who can read these stories. The warning applies to this story. SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - PART 1 Maybe I should have said "Attraction" instead of "Attractions". Well, it doesn't much matter. The attraction is always the same. I chose to use the plural because it hangs between different men's legs every now and then. For that matter, I guess I could have used "Sinful Attractions" as the title - being sinful is part of the attraction. Too, I could have titled the story BORN GAY, but I wasn't too sure that was possible, although I have wondered about it quite a bit; if I wasn't born gay, I sure as shit got that way in a hurry. As you may have guessed, I have no intention of beating around the bush - I make no pretensions about it; I never have. I have been ape about cocks ever since grade school and never felt any need to "come out of the closet" - everyone just seemed to recognize that I was gay and accepted me for what I was, even my mom and dad. Before I go any further, I should tell you I am 14 years old and my name is Joe Farren, but my friends call me Joey, and I like that better. Its not as though I have a feminine voice, walk or handshake; I am a 5-10 tall, fair skinned boy with really blonde hair, blue eyes, a smiling face and I have all the interests other boys my age have, except for girls. I still have a boy's body, not a man's, but my dad was well built and I guess I will start developing that way when I start in high school next year. One thing about my appearance that bothers me is that my eyebrows are really dark brown, which I think looks funny with my blonde hair. My mom says it is "striking", but I'm still not too sure. Then my pubes are the same color as my eyebrows - of course my mom has never seen them. Another worry to me has always been my lips; they seem a little too perfect for a boy. Too, my mouth is always slightly open (my mom, who is also a nurse, says I unconsciously keep my lips parted the way I do because I am a mouth breather - due to sinus and other allergies). Too, I have a couple of friends in school that always tease me with saying that if I don't keep my mouth shut I'm going to make some guy horny and end up getting a cock rammed into it. (Don't I wish!) My best feature however is my dick. I am so proud of it and get so much enjoyment from it. It isn't thick but it is 7 inches long and has a nice head. Of course, with a nurse for a mother, I am cut. Despite the above, things didn't seem to get hot until after my dad died and my mom decided that she and I would be happier if we moved out west to the small, Colorado town where she had lived as a young girl. She had met my dad when he was on a vacation to Colorado but, after marriage, had moved to his hometown in Ohio. After my dad died, his parents became very controlling of my mom and in matters where they couldn't succeed they turned to being critical of her including everything that she let me do. It didn't help that we lived in an old house that belonged to my grandmother's parents; that seemed to give them, in their minds, authority over our lives. So, we found a used furniture store that came out and bought the furniture; then one weekend we had the biggest yard sale the neighborhood had ever seen and transported what didn't sell to Good Will. We were prepared to move to Colorado, after my mom quit her job and we found a place to live, which necessitated a trip out there. When my mothers' parents had died in Colorado she made a little money from the sale of their house and had invested it. Too, she had put in storage some of the furnishings and oriental rugs that her mother had - items she didn't want to have shipped back to Ohio until she and my dad could afford to buy their own home. When I saw them, in the storage facility, I fell in love with everything she had saved. Every thing seemed so coordinated, all in good taste and obviously expensive. We lucked out on an apartment and I hit the jackpot at the same time as far as my first big sexual experience was concerned. The place we selected was within two weeks of being finished (remodeled actually). It had been a 3-story building, the top 2 floor of which had been a hotel, called the "Commercial Hotel", located at the intersection First and Ash Street across from the railroad depot - now demolished. The remodeling was extensive and included the ground floor cocktail lounge on the intersection corner of the building and a small restaurant at the alley end of the building. The hotel, now the apartment, entrance was on the long side of the building on Ash Street between the lounge and restaurant. An adjacent property fronting on First was demolished to provide paved, lighted parking for the apartments. We answered a newspaper advertisement by a realtor, which resulted in his coming to our motel and taking us to look at the building. He was no taller than me, slim, had light brown hair, cut short, a nice skin, between dark and fair - closer to fair. He had blue eyes and wore what were considered hip glasses (I guess - I don't wear glasses). Anyway he was hot looking and I had a sinful attraction toward him the minute I saw him, even though I spotted a wedding ring on his left hand. The realtor was Lance Howard and he owned his own, small company. My thoughts became nastier as we walked around looking at the units that were still available - one of his pant legs showed an outline of a really nice tube steak. We had sort of settled on one unit and he was quoting us a rental fee when he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and said: Say, I have an idea, Mrs. Farren and Joey; we haven't engaged an Apartment Manager, as yet. How would the two of you like to be co-managers? My mom asked what would be involved and why would we be interested? Well, a one-bedroom apartment comes with the job, but for the difference in rent between a one and a two-bedroom unit, or $100.00, you could live in any of the two bedrooms units still not reserved. I would also waive the security deposit, which amounts to the first and last months rent in advance. As a nurse, you surly must be reliable and Joey certainly seems old enough to keep the halls, lobby, parking lot and sidewalks clean. You could still find a job at the hospital; any manager we hired would seek a full time job. My mom told Lance that was a tempting offer then came up with something that seemed completely off the subject to me, and from Lance's expression I knew he thought so, too. What are the finished floors to be Lance? Carpeting and vinyl. Could you do the manager's apartment in wood floors instead of carpeting? I have some rugs I would like to use and I would pay the difference between the two finished floorings? (I knew if Lance answered positively, we had a new job.) Sure, Mrs. Farren, that would be no problem. We selected a unit, and then my mom announced that with the living accommodations settled she wanted to go to the hospital to make a job application. Lance suggested that he take us to lunch then back to the motel and while she was at the hospital, I could go with him to his office and work out the list of duties, and other details of my new job. I sat across from Lance in the booth at the restaurant. He asked both my mom and me a lot of personal questions and we found out that he was married and had two girls, one three and another five. (My reaction to that bit of information was, Ah Shit!!!) But, by the end of lunch he had me highly confused because he looked at me a lot and paid more attention to me than men usually direct toward boys. Lance introduced me to his secretary, Sally, and told her to hold his calls as we were going to go over the Commercial Apartment manger's duties. He told me the owner lived in Colorado Springs and was a fanatic for accountability. He gave me a receipt book and told me I was to give it to him each month and he would Xerox the receipts for my mom's records. He gave me copies of the rental agreements to date, a canvas moneybag and all sorts of instructions. He was very thorough, very business like. All the time, I sat next to him, as he had told me to do and took notes of his instructions. Our legs made some contact (intentional or otherwise) and he occasionally turned and established eye contact. Neither of us made an initial move - physically or verbally. It just suddenly happened. All of a sudden it just happened! We leaned toward each other and he took my head in both of his hands and kissed me. In fact, he stuck his tongue in my mouth (I didn't know what it was called at that time, but my cock sure realized that it was a sexy thing. Then, maybe it didn't just happen - maybe he was putting the make on me.) I'm sorry, Joey. I'm not. Do you mean that? Yes. I'm not in a happy situation as far as my marriage is concerned Why? The next warmest thing to my wife is an iceberg. She just doesn't like sex, thinks it is dirty, on and on. On the other hand I love sex and require a lot of it. I like sex, too, but have never had the change to experience a lot of it. Would you like to? With you I would. Do you like me? Do you feel attracted to me? Do I make you hot? Tell me. Yes - all of those things, my cock is already hard as hell. I reached down and grabbed his cock and it was as hard as mine. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I wondered what he wanted me to do, though. I was just a little bit afraid. Why don't we pack up now and take the long way back to the motel. The long way was going down to the river, across the bridge and quickly turning south on an unpaved road that roughly paralleled the river. We weren't too far down the dirt road when he pulled over to the side of the road, unbuckled, unzipped, spread his fly open and fished his dick out of his boxers. He had me do the same. Holy, holy, holy!!! It was the first man cock I had ever seen in the flesh. It was no longer than mine but thicker and had a big head that peeked out the end of a loose foreskin. The shaft was smooth, not covered with veins and when he hooked the top of his boxers under his balls I saw that they were shaved. I had heard of guys doing that but I had never seen shaved balls before. They were a real turn-on. I was fascinated with every detail of his genitals and really loved looking at them and feeling them. For about 2 or 3 miles at 25 mph we played with each other's erect meat. I knew he was as hot as a 3-alarm fire, but no way could he have been hotter than I was. My dick had never been as hard and I was so afraid that I was going to shoot before we really got started doing anything. He turned off on a narrow, dirt road, toward the river, found a place to turn around and used it so the car was facing the road paralleling the river so we would have some warning if another car approached. After some more kissing, Lance asked: Joey, have you ever been fucked in your boy cunt? You mean my ass? Yes. No, I haven't Shit, I am almost out of my mind to fuck somebody. Sorry, but I'm afraid it might hurt. And you are right, so we won't do that. Have you sucked cock before? Are you afraid of mine? If you were going to fuck me I'd be afraid of it, but I know how to suck and would really like to suck your's. Take off your shoes and slip off your pants and underwear. He stripped and moved to the back seat where he could lie down with his legs dangling outside the car. He told me to stand, just outside the door, between his legs and bend over to suck him and also to take a look up the road every few minutes. We both got so involved we soon forgot about the lookout business. When I sucked his love pole into my mouth, I realized it must be at maximum hardness and he probably wouldn't last long with his cunt-starved cock enveloped in the warmth and wetness of my mouth. He must have been having similar thoughts because he said: Joey, take it easy, this is the first time together and that alone will make it super hot. Just go slow, take breaks, and watch your teeth, OK? I did take it slow (why not make it last - I didn't realize sucking a man cock could send a cocksucker into such a wonderful world of fantasy and sexual pleasure - I would be happy if it went on forever). At the same time, I wanted him to know I knew how to do it, even though it was my first time on a big cock. I'd seen pictures and read stories on the Internet with some of my buddies back in Ohio. After sucking his shaft for a few minutes I switched to sucking his shaved balls. Then I grabbed the top of his nutsack while his nuts were still hanging and really pulled on them for a while and sucked his dick like mad before I released them. When his balls began to rise up in the sack I knew he was close, so I reached between his legs and started fingering his asshole. He had a wild climax and I managed to swallow the most of his huge load. Neither of us moved for a while and I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt it getting soft. Then I told him to lift his legs up in the air and I slowly sucked and tenderly jacked him, alternating between the two. He objected somewhat in the beginning, saying he was too sensitive, but I told him to just lie back and enjoy it. As a result, he climaxed the second time and I think from his reaction it was more intense than the first time. It made me so hot I shot my load the same time as he did. He lowered his legs, sat on the edge of the seat and wrapped his arms around me. Did you cum, Joey? Yes, at the same time you did. Gawd, if you were a girl, I'd marry you. As it is, though, we're going to have an affair. Did you like sucking me as much as I enjoyed you doing it? Better than I ever imagined it could be. Are you willing that we do it again; I mean kind of regularly? And, I mean after your mom starts working and her shift hours are established. Yes, as often as it can be arranged; I don't think I could ever get enough of you. Then joking, I asked: Will your wife mind sharing that big cock of yours? That's not a problem. She doesn't want it so I'll stop giving it to her unless she asks, then I'll ram it to her hard and heavy. She'll complain I'm too rough and I'll reply I wouldn't be if she gave it to me more often, then we'll be back on her schedule again. Joey, one thing - can we keep at it until you are able to let me fuck your boy pussy? Now that I've had sex with you I want to have you inside me. It would be more of a union between us than sucking your cock. When we got back to the motel we saw my mom's car, so he went into the room with me to see how she lucked out at the hospital. She was all smiles and said they wanted her to start the first of next month, which was 9 days away. Lance said that was short notice and suggested she leave the car in his office parking lot, let him drive us to Denver in the morning. That way we could fly home and get a small, rental truck and return with the possessions we had not sold. He emphasized that would be less expensive and less tiring being she was on such short notice. Mom agreed. I really didn't get much sleep that night thinking of Vance. (Who can sleep with a hardon and sleeping in the same room as my mom I could hardly jack off?) Besides I wondered if he had meant all that he said. I couldn't be more excited. I was having my first love affair, even if it was with a man instead of a girl. And, I worried that he might not like me as much as he had said. When we got to Denver International and while mom was getting tickets, he asked me if I had to use the men's room. So I followed him. We stood at adjacent urinals and purposely lingered. Men were constantly coming in and out but he found a moment when he could turn slightly toward me, so I could see his cock. He was near to being fully erect. On the way back to the ticket counter, we stepped over toward the wall, out of the way of traffic and he said: What you saw in there will be waiting for you when you get back. It will be yours whenever we are able to arrange a get together. I can hardly wait, Joey! I felt so much better after that. It was reassuring. I knew he wanted me again, as he had said yesterday. The downside to it was I would be hard most of time until I got in bed and was able to jack off. END OF PART 1 - MORE TO FOLLOW.