Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 21:59:05 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - PART 4 STOP: Go back to the page where the Nifty has posted a Warning about who should not read these stories. The warning applies to this story. SMALL TOWN ATTRACTIONS - Part 4 The guy who wanted to rent the studio apartment, after his friend's last month's rent expired, came one day about noon while I was at school. My mom said his name was Steen Thornburg. Originally from Denmark, he and his mother had obtained permanent visas to care for his grandfather after his grandmother died. Steen's father had died prior to their leaving Denmark. He had lived here about five years and he recently graduated from the local college and was now employed at he same company as Pete Farrell. I was a little miffed that I had missed checking him out as my mom had agreed to his renting the apartment. He just wanted to have his own separate digs. He needed to live his own life, even though he would still help his mom. Remember my telling you I never felt the need to "come out" as most people just seemed to accept the fact that I was gay and seemed OK with it. Well, my mom surprised me after we talked about the new renter: Joey, are you and Tom having sexual relations together? I didn't want to lie, so I just admitted that we were. I thought so. And, I want you to be discreet and to be careful. How lucky could you get? I didn't want to lie to my mom and I felt lucky that she didn't ask about Lance or Pete. Of course, she didn't even know Tom had an older brother. It was already early December and Steen wouldn't be moving in until January 1 of the New Year. I was afraid to ask my mom what he looked like, so I just had to wait to find out. Mean while, I assumed he was in his early twenties. I hoped he was hot but sex with two renters was probably too much to hope for, considering the size of the town. The next thing that occurred was cleaning Pete's carpet. I arranged with him to do it on a Saturday morning. (Why should I do it while he was at work? Knowing he was practically a nudist I wanted to see him parading around the apartment with his big, thick cock in full view.) He had just gotten out of bed when he answered the door and let me in - morning piss hard-on and all. (Jesus, that cock is beautiful.) Joey, wait until I make us some coffee before you start, OK. As we sat at the table drinking coffee, Pete said: Jerry (the friend who had brought him home the night he was drunk) told me you helped him carry me upstairs and it was you who put me to bed. That's correct. Thanks Joey. I guess you were here for me when I needed you. I appreciate that. By the way, did you do something sexual with me after you put me to bed? Sort of, why do you ask? My stomach was one sticky mess in the morning. My pubes and cock were all sticky too. Not really sticky but like dried semen. I figured you had cum on me and it had dried. Is that right? Well, you made me so fucking horny that, after you went to sleep, which was almost immediately, I jacked off looking at you. You got that excited by just looking at my cock? Yes. You must really like cock and you must have shot a month's supply of juice on me. Not all cocks, but I do like yours. It's so big. Well, I will have to give you a little reward after you get the carpet cleaned. Here, let me help you move the table out of the way. I pretreated the stains, put cleaning fluid in the carpet cleaner and started in on the carpet. Pete showered and then went back and forth between the bedroom, the living room and the kitchen getting coffee, making toast, eating breakfast bit by bit - all the time naked and his cock swinging back and forth as he walked. I'll tell you, when you're cleaning a carpet looking at an erection is a big distraction. I had a hard time keeping my eyes, let alone my mind, on the spots I was trying to get rid of. When I was done, I flushed the last container of dirty water from the cleaner tank down the toilet, wrapped up the electrical cord and was ready to leave. Pete had, in the meantime, gone back to the bedroom and closed the door; I thought he had maybe gone back to bed. I knocked, softly, on the door and said: Pete, I'm finished. Come in. I opened the door and he was in bed, on his back, naked, legs spread fully apart and his cock was hanging down between his legs. Come on Joey, undress and get in bed with me. I undressed, crawled in beside him and lay on my side so I could look at him and put my arm across his chest. He moved my hand down to his crotch and put it on his still soft cock. Why do you like guys? Probably for the same reason you like girls. Guys turn you on then? Again, like you. Some guys turn me on like some girls turn you on. What do you think I do, get an erection every time I see a man walking toward me? No. I'm just curious, I guess. Apparently I turn you on? That shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Why do I turn you on? You're getting too deep for me. Why do some girls turn you on while some don't? I knew I wanted you before I delivered that letter to you. You're good looking. I don't have a particular type of man I like, except to say I do prefer thinner bodies than body builders. They are just too much for me; they are sort of beyond being real. Specifically why do you like me? Well, you're very masculine looking. I like your black hair, your cleft chin, your expressive eyes, and a lot of things all put together. I also like your large cock but I didn't know you had one until after I decided I liked you. Would my size have mattered? No. I like you and your cock is a part of you - large or small wouldn't have made a difference. But you do find it a plus? Yes. It is an extremely exciting cock. You mean, being you're gay? Go fuck yourself. You damn will know a girl would find it just as exciting as I do. So, you're going to want me to fuck you next thing I know. You might be surprised how good it would be. I can imagine that it would be. But, it would just be another of those things that seem too gay for me to get into. You let me suck you off. That's a little different. What if you were to fuck my mouth - would that be too gay for Mr. Straight? I would have to think about that. How would I go about it? Quit shitting me. There are several positions we could use and I think you can visualize them as easily as I can. Just keep fondling my cock and play with my balls, too. You've about made me hard. When it gets fully up there, we'll see about the mouth fucking. So just how would you like me to fuck you in your mouth? I think if you were standing on the floor and I was on my knees in front of you it would be easier. You are really big. I could take it easier that way, unless you grabbed the back of my head with your hands and then I couldn't take it. So what's the difference between my fucking your mouth and you sucking my cock? If you were fucking my mouth I think you could control the motion. I don't know, but it seems that you could fine-tune your strokes to keep them in concert with what was making you feel the most excited - especially as you approached climax. But, I think it would need to be a slow, easy sort of fuck. I don't think, especially the first time, I could take it if you just started plowing into me really hard and fast. He didn't continue the conversation, but grabbed a large towel the he had used to dry himself with and had thrown on the floor beside the bed; he spread the towel and told me to kneel on it. I don't know whether he had taken my instructions seriously or if he felt he owed me something because of my cleaning his carpet. Either way, he was gentle, took his time and even followed my idea of tailoring his strokes to fit the degree of his arousal. It was the first time I had been mouth fucked and I especially liked seeing his big cock enter and retract as he fucked me. I knew, too, that it was pleasing him, which was important to me. After changing to more rapid, shorter strokes and verbalizing about what was happening to him, I felt his cum flow down his urinary tract seconds before it spewed into my mouth. I was close to a wall and he just put out his arms, braced himself against the wall and left his cock in my mouth for a while. I didn't do anything, either. Just holding it in my mouth was satisfying and it was what he seemed to want. Well, Joey, that was one, wild, satisfying, morning cum. What a way to start the day. I could go to work relaxed and get a lot accomplished. Too bad it is a day off. Get back in bed with me and let's both relax a minute. Again, I lay on my side, facing him, with my head on his chest and my hand wrapped around his cock, which was quickly softening. Was that good, Pete? Extremely. Was it good for you? Yes. Do you like me Pete? Get real, man! This is not the first time we have had sex together. If I didn't like you and didn't like doing it with you, this morning wouldn't have happened. You're a really good-looking, young boy and you are a very talented when it comes to making my cock feel good. Of course I like you! Don't be a dumb shit. Pete's theory about getting more work done when you're relaxed didn't seem to make cleaning the halls, sidewalks and parking area any easier or faster. Maybe it was because I was eager to get finished. And, all the time I was working I kept thinking about Pete: (I sure hope he told me the truth when he said he liked me. I hoped he would do it with me again. I had wanted him to fuck my mouth so he would be more of a participating partner, before he had been so passive. But, what the fuck - I would take him anyway I could get him. I was obsessed with his big dick.) I had some stuff yet to do for my mom and then I was free to go over to Tom's. Tom's brother, Mike, was home from college for the Christmas holidays and they had invited me over to hang out and spend the night as his parents were going to a Holiday party in the evening. Right after I got out of the shower, Tom called and told me not to eat lunch as Mike was going to take us to lunch. On the way over to Tom's, I realized I had never mentioned Pete to him and decided to keep it that way. I don't know why, I guess I didn't want to share Pete. When Tom's mother answered my knock at the back door (I always knocked at the back door as it was on a landing between the main floor and the basement and had stairs right down to the basement) she gave me a hug and told me that Mike and Tom were waiting for me, so I went right down to the basement. Mike and Tom gave me hugs, too. Then Mike surprised me by hollering toward his bedroom for an Alex to come out. It turned out that Alex was his college roommate and was staying with him over the holidays because his parents had gone to the Virgin Islands for a holiday and Alex didn't want to go. I asked Alex why and he said there might be some virgins there, but he had been there before and there were no male virgins so he just wasn't really interested in going back. We went to the M & R Cafe for lunch. The cafe parking lot was full so we parked in the adjacent supermarket parking lot. When we finished lunch Mike suggested we leave his car parked where it was and hike down the railroad tracks to the river. The river had a lot of islands but you couldn't access them by the highway from town to the freeway junction, so the branch line railroad, which crossed the main line within a block of the supermarket, was the only way to get to an island in the river. We walked half way across the wooden bridge and at a built-out portion that supported a sand filled, fire drum; we descended to one of the larger islands by climbing down a bridge support. We walked about a quarter of a mile and in a grove of Cottonwoods we sat down in a circle and started chatting. Mike and Alex told us of some of their sexual conquests with both girls and boys at college. As Tom said later, what was fact and what was bragging we'd never know. True or false, the conversation was sufficient to give me an erection. The action started with Mike taking a piss and, because of watching him, every one's cock came out of his pants. As I told you before, Mike was hung 7 like Tom and myself but fatter. Alex was a bit bigger, but not much. Tom dropped his jeans and told Alex to do the same and said. Alex, we have a couple of cute, teen age cock suckers here, so lets feed them some college cock. I know they both want some it even though they've just had lunch about two hours ago and we haven't had a good cum shoot since last night in bed. Mike then told Tom since he had already serviced him, that he should do Alex for a new experience and I could do him, since I had never sucked his cock before. They might have shot a load last night in bed but Mike was throbbing hard. It was good, really good, for me but, unfortunately, it didn't last long. I guess Alex was much in the same boat as they started hollering about the same time and came almost simultaneously. Both of them pulled us up off our knees, French kissed us and, while holding us close to their half naked bodies, reached down, grabbed our hard cocks and jacked us off. That was a brief exercise, too. Alex said: Jesus guys, where did you two kids learn to suck cock like that. You are really good at it for high school kids. I told him Tom and I practiced on each other and we also had an older guy that was sort of a client or patron. Tom quietly said, so the others wouldn't hear: Don't be too sure of that - I'll explain later. Walking along the railroad tracks going back to town, Tom and I fell a little behind the other two. It was not intentional; it just happened. What was that about your remark "Don't be too sure", Tom? I've been meaning to tell you. Have you noticed we haven't seen anything of Lance since we went to Denver with him? Yea. Well, shortly after that he engaged a new office cleaning company. You know Karl Mueller in school, don't you? Yea. Well his dad owns the new cleaning company. He hires a lot of young guys including Karl. So? Have you ever seen Karl in the school toilet, taking a leak? Yea, he's hung like a fucking horse. Right. And Karl is the one who is cleaning Lance's office after office hours, Monday through Friday. So? Karl says he is fucking Lance every evening. Lance stays after hours to be there when Karl is cleaning. Are you sure it's not the other way around? Nope. I'm positive. Straight from the horses' mouth, if you get the connection. Karl says Lance takes his horse cock easier than anyone he's ever fucked and Lance can't get enough of it. Once in a while he sucks Karl off and, again, he can take the whole thing, clear down to the root. So, why should he need us? He might come back to us but not until Karl is out of the picture. Tom, I'm glad. Why. Well, I will never forget the first time I met Lance. I thought he was absolutely the most, but then the longer I had sex with him, the less it seemed to mean anything to me. And, it worried me because of my mom and I managing the apartment. I couldn't see how to get out of the sex relation gracefully. Why did you grow to not like sex with him? It was all for Lance's self-gratification. He didn't give a fuck whether you or I received any pleasure from it. Well, I never really thought of it like that but you're right. Tom, don't get angry, but we do it with a feeling for each other. There is some love between us that we exchange with each other during the sex act and at all other times, too. Tom, I can really say I love you. I hope that doesn't bother you. Joey, why should it offend me? I feel exactly the same about you. You are the best friend I have ever had and also the best fuck buddy anyone could have. So, out in the open, walking down the railroad track, we held hands all the way back to town. Mike looked around a couple of times, smiled and gave us a "thumbs up" sign. After Tom and Mike's parents left for their party, out came the beer and porno videos were loaded into the VCR - some new ones Mike had recently picked up. After a while we took a break. Tom and I went up to the kitchen and made a salad using packaged greens from the supermarket and Mike ordered pizza. We had to stay upstairs, as Mike thought having the pizza delivered to the back door might be confusing. Joking around, Alex dared Mike to go to the door naked when the delivery boy came. Mike took the dare. He went to the door naked, except for a towel draped around his neck. He even jacked himself a few strokes to make his dick bigger before he opened the door. Sorry, I just got out of the shower when you rang the bell. The guy came in and waited while Tom went to the kitchen to get his billfold. It was kind of embarrassing for all of us as we could just tell the guy was wondering why the hell one of us didn't answer the door, being we were dressed. Anyway we had a good laugh afterwards, as the guy was obviously a little disturbed by Tom's nakedness - enough so that the bulge in his pants indicated he would have liked to stay and help us eat the pizza - among other things. After we had eaten, Tom said he thought we should order another pizza and all of us should be naked when the guy delivered it. After the pizza it was back to the porno films again. As I told you before Mike was bisexual and I figured, from the conversation at the river, Alex must be the same. The new films were straight, but at least they were new. Tom and I had played the old ones so many times we knew them by heart. Typical of porno films, all the men were super hung and the women getting fucked did a lot of screaming. We all sat on a blanket that had been spread out on the carpet in the middle of the room with a coffee table on one corner of the blanket for us to put the beer cans on. The arrangement made for a lot of groping and helping each other out when one guy got over heated by some scene in the video. At the end of the first film, Mike turned the TV off and said he was tired; exams, packing stuff to bring home plus the drive had finally gotten to him, so he and Alex disappeared into Mike's bedroom. It was now about 10 o'clock and the basement was getting a little chilly. Tom said it was too late to turn the thermostat higher, so we, too, elected to go to bed. We went to bed but, as always, we started talking instead of trying to go to sleep. Joey thanks for telling me how you feel about me. I knew you felt that way but it was nice to have you put it into words. I do love you Tom. I think you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, your almost translucent skin, your dark hair and your young boy physique - especially the prominence of your shoulder blades. I love every thing about you. And I want to thank you for being my friend. Joey, to erase any and all doubts you might have about our relationship, I can tell you I love you as much as you love me and in every way that you love me. Spooned together, our bodies perfectly conformed to each other's, despite the whispering back and forth but yielding to the beer we had consumed, we fell asleep. It was a deep sleep, uninterrupted by dreams. Neither had any pressing wants or needs. We were warm, contented and exhausted. At some time between falling asleep and dawn, I was vaguely aware of Tom getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. When he returned, he resumed his position - spooned up to my back. I was about to return to a state of total sleep when I felt Tom lubing my boy pussy with a slippery, greased finger. Shit but the lube was cold. I knew what he was up to but I didn't move or utter any sounds. I just thought the path of least resistance would be to let him do what he wanted, thinking he might get just his cock head in and shoot right away. Mainly, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Did I ever miscalculate. He was totally horned up and his 7 inches were rock hard. He penetrated me as deep as his boy dick could reach in one, continuous and quick movement. He took me by surprise and not wanting to wake Mike and Alex, and above all his parents, I turned slightly so I could bury my face in my pillow to muffle the sounds I was making. Luckily, it turned out to be a rather quick fuck and Tom followed it by whispering in my ear that he was sorry. He thought I was asleep. I responded by saying: Asleep yes, dead no. Next morning, Tom said he was as bad as Lance. I told him that was bullshit. What he did was because we were friends and he suddenly needed me. In, fact as close as we were to each other it was kind of his right, as I saw it, to do whatever he wanted to me and anytime he wanted. Being fuck buddies, we had to take care of each other. Chapter 2 - Steen became both a friend of my mom's and a friend of mine. He didn't have a lot of stuff to move; it was all packed in boxes at his grandfather's house and I helped him make several trips to get it up to the apartment. When he paid the rent, he always chatted with us. And, unlike some of the renters, he always paused to exchange a few words when he met us at the mailboxes, in the halls or out in the parking area. He was our favorite renter. Christmas came before we were prepared for it, as always. The week before Christmas Mrs. Thornburg, Steen's mother, called and invited my mother and I to have Christmas dinner with Steen, her father and herself. Mrs. Thornburg was so gracious over the phone my mom couldn't refuse, especially since she had received the day off from the hospital. As she said, the hospital had down staffed for the day because fewer people get sick on the holidays than at any other time, for some strange reason. Per the invitation, we arrived at 2 in the afternoon and dinner was scheduled for about 4 o'clock. Besides my mom and I, Steen's mother had invited Pete, (knowing he and Steen worked together - that was a surprise) and Mr. and Mrs. Erickson, next-door neighbors. Steen explained that Mr. Erickson had a combination snowplow and blower and cleaned every one's walks and driveways of snow every time it snowed. Everyone's meant every house in the block on his side of the street. A selection of cocktails was offered, and my mom agreed, in the spirit of the holiday, to my having first one and then a second Manhattan, which Steen mixed. Even Pete had cocktails (Martinis) instead of his usual beer. Although my mom didn't know of my relation with Pete, I was, secretly, proud to have him as a friend. It soon became obvious during the conversation that he was a very highly educated person, aware of current events and a great conversationalist. Don't get me wrong though; he did not come across as arrogant or as a show off. He just came across as a brilliant, likable young man. It turned out to be a really nice Christmas party. Half way through the stay, Steen's grandfather was calling me Steen. Steen told me not to let it bother me; it was probably because of my blonde hair. He and his mother were accustomed to his confusion. Some days he thought Steen's mother was his wife instead of his daughter. Speaking of snow, the weather evolved into a warm, dry winter; we did not have any snow until mid-January and that was not significant. My mom knew (having lived here as a child) and others verified that it was not too unusual for eastern Colorado. We managed February without much snow but everyone warned that March, even April, could bring more snow that January or February. It was the last of February when Steen asked me if Tom and I (Steen had seen Tom with me numerous times and knew we were close friends) would like to go camping some weekend with him and a friend of his, David Morgan, who he knew from college. He explained David was a camping and fishing freak and he had tons of camping gear, so we wouldn't need to bring anything. I accepted for both Tom and myself, knowing Tom found Steen, with his tousled, blonde hair, striking blue eyes, faint accent and boyish body as intriguing as I did. So, Steen said he'd get David to schedule a weekend. Steen told me David was a tile setter and had been all through half of his high school years and all of his college years; he worked for his dad, who owned Morgan's Floor and Wall Coverings. Tom agreed and then persisted in questioning me for details I didn't yet know about: Where are we going? What does David look like? How old is he? Who will we be sleeping with? Finally I just said: Shit, Tom? Why don't we just schedule a pre-camping inquisition? Then, on the other hand, why don't you just live with the excitement of discovery and the comfort of knowing I'll be with you? As it turned out, Steen and David provided our parents with the information that we were going to Crawford Canyon, as he knew the property owners, Bill and Mary Kroger. It was not accessible to the pubic and therefore safe from intruders. He also gave them his cell phone number and the Kroger's telephone number as emergency numbers (the Krogers were ranchers and the family had owned the property like forever). Also, David turned out to be unusual but still hot looking. He was over 6 ft., the tallest of the group, very slender, with brown hair and blue eyes. He also had airplane ears. Now I know that description does not verbally add up to being handsome, cute or sexy - just believe me he was all three. For my part, I wanted to run my hands down the front of his pants the minute I saw him. He drove up to the apartment's parking area Friday afternoon as soon a Tom and I had finished school. He had a new, Ford, extended cab pickup with a camper top over the bed. Steen, Tom and I threw our stuff into the back - we didn't have much, only our personal stuff. My mom had made me take some stuff I didn't want to take and was kind of embarrassed about - like thermal underwear. Steen ushered Tom and me into the back seat and he sat in front with David. The ranch was about 20 miles north of town and then about 4 miles west of the highway turnoff. The entry to the property was close to a significant, railroad, bridge structure; David said it was built to span the canyon area and not because of flood danger. David had a key to the padlock on the gate and a half mile into the property we took a right turn at a fork that descended into the fifteen feet deep canyon and ended at a 100 ft. wide sandy beech without an ocean - just a small, shallow creek. The camping gear David had was unbelievable. A large dome tent, a thick foam, vinyl covered, exercise mat from his house plus a similar, but smaller, padded mat from the back of the truck (together they just about covered the floor area of the tent) a double sleeping bag plus a double one belonging to Steen, a propane camp stove, two insulated coolers, a propane lantern, wood and kindling for starting and maintaining a camp fire. This was in addition to flashlights, garbage bags, blankets, air pillows that we inflated plus food and bottled water in an amount that we would never in the world consume before Sunday afternoon. Did I forget to mention cooking and eating utensils? David didn't forget to bring some. He even had a small, dome tent for storing the coolers, firewood and other supplies. What impressed me most was not the quantity of David's gear but the cleanliness of it and how organized he seemed to be. I also noted he was a very clean person, right down to his fingernails. There was so much gear it took us some time to unload it, erect the tent, get everything placed where David wanted it, start a campfire and get out the steaks he had brought for supper, plus the liquor Steen had brought. Also, we dug sort of a military latrine (a trench in the sand, about a hundred feet from the camp site for relieving your self) although from David's example we just sort of pissed where we wanted to, just so it was a suitable distance from camp. Notice I said suitable. I did not say discreet. In fact, I got my first sneak look at Steen and David's prongs as they were pissing. Lance's was almost 7, cut; it was kind of thin and it seemed to twist a little to his right (guess it had a little hard going for it too - at least it looked that way to me). David's was no longer than 5 inches but what it lacked it length it made up for in thickness and a nice large cock head, which was ever bigger around than his shaft. His balls were the biggest I had ever seen. (So why the fuck was Tom so worried about sleeping arrangements so long as we got to sleep with one of the guys rather than together.) Of course, it might be better if Tom and I did sleep together. I had not even the slightest hint that Steen was gay and I hadn't even seen David until a few hours ago. It might be agonizing sleeping with either one of them, sporting an all night erection, trying to behave myself. Since I drank cocktails at the Christmas party, Steen didn't bring any beer. Before putting steaks on the propane grill he asked what Tom and I would like to drink. We tried a sip of Bourbon, a sip of Scotch and both settled on Vodka Martinis, complete with Vermouth and an olive. Steen cautioned us to sip them slowly, which turned out to be good advice. After the first one, I accepted a second one knowing it might put me on my ass. The grill was small and David could only cook two steaks at a time. Lighting a campfire, in a circle of stones that had contained previous fires, was the first thing we had done. After the fire burned down there were ashes where David buried four, large potatoes wrapped in foil and then added more wood to the fire. They turned out to be the most delicious baked potatoes I had ever eaten. He timed starting the steaks to coincide with when the potatoes would be done. It was a great meal and Tom and I both thanked David who responded that he liked to camp out but he didn't like hardships, which was why he owned so much camping stuff, and he also liked to eat well. After dinner we sat around the fire chatting, shooting the bull, when Steen went into the supply tent and produced a bottle of brandy - another drinking adventure for Tom and me. I wondered if they were going to get us drunk and then make a move on us. (I hoped so. But, I'd have to be careful to stay awake so I could enjoy it.) Finally, around 9 o'clock, David, who I noticed was a light smoker, said he was going to go take a leak and smoke his last cigarette for the night. Tom of course smoked, and I was just woozy enough to say I'd join them and have one, too. Steen said he'd get the pillows inflated and the sleeping bags opened up while we were gone. Before David shoveled sand on the fire, he said we should determine who was going to sleep where. He tossed a Quarter to Steen and said: Steen, put this on the sand in front of you and place it heads up. I will put a Quarter in front of me, tails up. He then flipped Tom and I each a quarter and told us to flip them and the one who turned up heads would sleep with Steen and the one with tails would sleep with him. Shit. I had never before realized that each side of a Quarter had a sexual connotation. Wouldn't you believe it Tom and I both got tails on the first two flips. On the third flip Tom got a head and I got a tail. So Tom was to sleep with Steen and I was to sleep with David. With this kind of a coin toss, it seemed to me there were no losers. David shoveled sand on the fire but brought the lantern inside the tent while we undressed. Both the men stripped so Tom and I followed suit (fuck the thermal underwear.) The double sleeping bags were side by side so each would fit on the vinyl covered, foam mats. David really spooned up against my back and after a few minutes put his arm around me with his hand up high and covering my armpit. I was actually beginning to relax when Tom started laughing, almost hysterically. David said: What's going on over there? Tom replied that Steen was tickling him. Sounds like fun, should Joey and I climb in with you? Don't you dare. Then I hollered out in pain. So Steen asked what was going on in our sleeping bag and I replied: David just pinched one of my nipples and he pinched it really hard. It hurt. I was just seeing if he was awake. That was how it started. It evolved into much more. I tried to tune out the conversation between Steen and Tom, as I didn't want it to be a distraction from what David was doing. I love your nipples, Joey. They are so big for a boy. Do you think so? I know so. I saw them when you were undressing. I saw you were wearing a cockring, too. I didn't know my nipples were big but I know your cock is really fat. With that he kneeled over me and began sucking and biting on first my left and then my right nipple. Then he changed the sucking to where he put his open lips over not only a nipple but also the area surrounding it and really sucked hard. No body had ever done that to me. For that matter no one had ever as much as remarked about my nipples. I couldn't believe how much it seemed to arouse him and hot it was making me. I reached around behind me and checked his dick. He really was aroused and his cock was warm and soft to the touch despite being erect; l loved holding it. When David progressed beyond my nipples he made similar comments about my cock. You must realize there were four of us in the tent and, even though Steen and Tom seemed gainfully employed, David and I spoke with low voices or whispered. God, Joey, you are beautiful. I love your body. I saw how pronounced your ribs, collar and hipbones were when you were undressing. And, your pale skin drives me up the wall. I guess you like boys? Yes, can I make love to you? That's a dumb question but the answer is yes. He pulled me around so we were facing each other. His hands explored every inch of my body, he French kissed me until I thought he would never stop, he sucked my balls, he sucked my cock and with every new thing I could feel his excitement mount and mine increase right along with his. Finally he reached up to the top of the sleeping bag and fished through the pockets of his jeans until he found a tube of KY. He positioned me on my side, lubed my teen hole and entered me ever so slowly. I loved every minute of it, as it was so apparent that he was being careful and didn't want to hurt me. I knew he wanted to please me as well as himself, all through the sexual foreplay as well as the fucking he was now giving me. When he finished, he reached around me and jacked me to climax. He left his cock up my ass as we relaxed. Joey, it would have been nicer for you if you could have been on your back, with your legs in the air, but I was afraid that if I unzipped this sleeping bag enough to do that it would have been to damn cold for us to keep our erections up. I loved it David, it was warm and cuddly the way you did it. Don't apologize. David had some wipes to clean us with and he went with Tom and I to the latrine when we needed to use it. When we got back into the tent and into the sleeping bags it took some warming up before we could go to sleep. When we managed it, I really did go to sleep. In fact, it was almost 9 in the morning when Steen and David woke us with mugs of coffee and an announcement that breakfast was ready. They brought bacon and eggs into the tent and Tom and I ate in bed, so to speak, while Steen and David sat beside us on the sleeping bags eating their breakfasts. David explained that he didn't fix large quantities as the Kroger's wanted us to come up to the ranch house at noon and, knowing Mary, he was sure she would have a noon meal all ready when we arrived. We took David's pickup to the ranch house, which was not as I expected (a sprawling one-story structure). It was a two-story boxy looking house just like a lot of the older homes in town. David explained that the original house had burned down in the 1930's. Even though the house didn't look like a ranch house, Bill Kroger sure looked like a rancher - cowboy hat, wool shirt, denim pants, leather jacket and boots; his face looked like leather and his hands were hard and rough when he shook hands with us. Mary turned out to be the mothering type (David had said they had three sons) and immediately took Tom and I under her wing and wanted to know if we had been warm enough in the tent, had David fed us properly - that sort of stuff. The meal she had prepared was no lunch - it was a full-blown dinner; she had roasted 2 Pheasants and a Duck in one large roasting pan, prepared mashed potatoes, vegetables and a home made apple pie. We all ate like we hadn't had a meal for days. When it was time to go, Steen and Tom said they wanted to cut down into the canyon, as Bill had told them there was a way, and walk back to camp along the creek. I rode back with David in the truck. Before he started the engine he reached over and grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment. I noticed a couple of bottles of poppers and asked him why he hadn't used them last night. Shit, Joey. Those have been in there since I went to Denver last week, hand me one. He opened it and smelled it. They seem OK. I thought maybe they had frozen or something. Then, he put one in his jacket pocket. We were no sooner out of sight of the ranch house than he stopped, reached over and felt my dick through my pants. Show it to me, Joey. By the time I fished it out it was fully erected and I decided to show him my balls, too. As soon as I had myself exposed I reached over and tried to unzip his jeans but he took over and hauled his genitals out so I could see them, and he, too was erect. Joey, the sun is out and it's not too cold; get out of the truck and wait. I'm coming around to your side. He sat on the floor of the cab, between the edge of the seat and the door, with his feet on the ground, pulled me toward him and engulfed my cock in his warm, wet mouth. With my cock held in his mouth, he sniffed poppers first in one nostril and then the other. He handed me the bottle and I did likewise. After I climaxed we changed positions and I sucked on him. There was no clean up necessary after this sexual encounter. We just stuffed our equipment back in our pants. Jeez, David, I really enjoyed that. Do you like sucking cock? I like everything that has to do with man sex but I like to suck cock better than anything else. It is my favorite. Shit, I wish Bill and Mary's youngest son, Jason, were home from college this weekend. He is hung. I mean he is really hung - a minimum of 8 inches, he has a large, cut head and he loves a cocksucker hanging on his dick. You can suck on him for a long time before he shoots his load. As we expected, we arrived back at camp prior to Steen and Tom. In fact, it was over and hour before they showed and when they did they both had silly grins on their faces. We knew they had been up to something, too. We were about talking Bill and Mary and deciding what we wanted to fix to go with hamburgers for supper when David's cell phone rang. Tom and I were sure it was our moms checking on us. It wasn't our moms but it prompted Tom and I to check in at home with David's phone. The call was from Jason, instead. He had come home unannounced and wanted to know if he could join us after an hour or two. He had come home unexpectedly and his parents had told him that David and some guests were camping in the canyon. David told us that Jason drank only beer and we better make a beer run to Perry, a small town about half the distance it would be to go back home but in the opposite direction. I volunteered to stay at the camp in the event any hikers came up the creek, from under the railroad bridge, or something else happened, thinking someone should be here to watch the gear. David thought that was a good idea and left me his cell phone along with the Kroger's telephone number. Jason showed up in half an hour, instead of an hour or two. He had silver colored Mustang and he was all and more than David had described him as being. He was very tall (of course his cowboy boots added to his height), had long legs encased in tight jeans and was wearing a leather jacket over a red, tee shirt. The shirt was tight fitting as he had broad shoulders and well developed pecs. From his chest he slimmed down into a perfect "V" shape. His hair was dirty blonde and long enough that he wore it in a pigtail. He slammed the car door shut, walked toward me and said: Hi. I'm Jason. You must be Tom or Joey, right? Joey. The others have gone to Perry to get some beer. They didn't have to do that. I've got some. David was worried about it. He said that was all you drank. David is such a worrier. Didn't he bring any camp chairs to sit on? No, he brought everything else. Guess he forgot the chairs? Probably on purpose - didn't want them to get scratched up by the sand. He is somewhat of a neatnik. More like a fussy old maid. But a wonderful guy, don't get me wrong. He thinks you're something special, too. Oh, so he was talking about me. Nothing specific, just that you were good friends. (I lied a little there.) He went back to his car, returned with a six-pack of beer and threw me a can. Don't know if you're old enough to drink, but you probably have been drinking out here. You got that right. Probably should have added - among other things. Where did David dig the latrine? It's up stream, just at the edge of the Cottonwoods. Fuck it, that's too far to take a piss on a ranch. So, he walked about 10 feet from the tents and pissed. He turned around, facing me, to shake off the last drop and stuff it back in his jeans. If I had been drinking from a can of beer when he did that I would have spit it all over. Joey, lets sit in the car. It's better than sitting cross-legged in the sand, which isn't too warm this time of year. He left the driver's door open and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the storage compartment in the door. Want one Joey? Sure. I'm not really a smoker - just when someone offers me one. My mom thought you and Tom were a couple of stunners - in the looks department as well as your manners. You really impressed her. Well, she was pretty impressive, too. Yea, she really is. Before she told me I figured the two of you must be lookers if David had brought you camping. Why do you say that? Surely you know? Don't tell me that he and Steen didn't get into your pants last night. Not really. No kidding? Don't shit me. I can't believe they behaved themselves. Well, we were in the sleeping bags, naked when they made their moves. No pants to get into. God, you had me going there for a while. What happened? So, in answer I described what had happened between David and me and what Tom had related to me about what he and Steen had done. Boy, Joey, I damn well wish I had been here. My roommate has had the flu for a week. He's the one who services me and he hasn't been up to it, so I am horny as hell. I can see you have an erection. Of course your jeans are pretty tight to begin with. It's impossible for me to hide an erection no matter what I'm wearing. It looks like a big one (I didn't mention that David had given me a pretty graphic description of it). You interested in helping me out? More than interested. I would love to get it in my mouth. In fact, I can hardly wait. Are you going to let me do it? With that he reached over, kissed me and said: It would be pretty hard to deny anything to a young boy as cute as you. How old are you? Fifteen. This is going to be delicious for both of us, believe me. He said he thought we should do it on top of David's sleeping bag and use a blanket to halfway cover us up. He thought the bag would be too restricting if we got inside it. Joey, I don't want to seem as particular as David, but I want to raise my knees, spread my legs and have you be comfortable and your face right in there for a long session. That's the way I like it and I know you will too. If you need to pause, that's OK. Every thing will be fine as long as we make it last. Its too satisfying a thing to rush it to completion, know what I mean. It's fun doing it. I never could see the point in rushing things to climax. Sounds good to me. Have you ever used poppers? Love them when I'm sucking cock. (I saw he was about the same size as Pete and I felt confident that I could pleasure him, which I wanted very much to do.) We both took a hit from his brown bottle. When I got my face in his crotch it smelled so clean and yet had that exciting odor that is unique to a man's genitals. I loved it and I was ready to start. I made sure my mouth was moist and I worked my lips over his cock head and moved them up to his cock root. He was already fully erect. Of course I varied the way I played with his cock quite often, each time noting what seemed to excite him the most. Jason reached down and pulled me up on top of him now and then for a break and he would kiss me so hard and long I was afraid my lips were going to be bruised. He was really in heat; I guess you could call it. He must have told me the truth about his roommate being sick. He sure seemed to be desperate for it. What I enjoyed the most was he kept talking to me saying such things as - You like that big country dick, don't you? - Take it slowly baby - it's all yours - Oh Joey, you are making me feel so damn good - that sort of thing. Finally things got so hot that delaying tactics were out of the question. I felt his cock get even harder, he screamed at me that he was ready to cum and pleaded with me to bring him to climax. I swallowed his cum, wrapped my hand around his shaft and laid my head on one of his legs. I had never felt so totally exhausted from sucking a cock and, at the same time, so happy, so satisfied. Joey, is there something in the tent that I can use for an ashtray? Try your beer can. Smart-ass. That just shows you how totally exhausting that was for me. Just reach around the tent until you find your cigarettes, matches and beer can without disturbing things down here. Why? I want to go to sleep with my cheek on your leg while I'm holding and looking at your dick. Joey, that was so great for me. I hope it was for you too. It was. It was also the best ever. When I finish this cigarette, we better get ourselves put together again before the troops get back from Perry. Shit, I forgot all about them. Guess we were lucky they didn't show while we were in the middle of it. I figured they would be a while. The beer hall is the only place in Perry to buy beer and they happen to have a pool table, too. I knew David couldn't pass up playing a few games of pool. He is a good player and loves to play for money if he can find someone dumb enough to play with him. Do we have time to do it again. Not now, but don't worry. I guarantee you that there will be a next time and times after that. Scoot up here, we do have time for some more kissing. When I scooted up he realized I hadn't cum, so he turned me on my side, scooted down and took me in his mouth. I didn't take as long as it had taken him to climax. I lasted only a few seconds. The troops returned soon after we had gotten our act together. They didn't know how long Jason had been here, so there were no remarks made concerning what we had been up to. Chapter - 3 Within 15 minutes after the troops had returned, David's cell phone rang. It was Mary; she called to say she had been watching TV when a blizzard warning for the area interrupted the program she was watching. The blizzard was forecast to hit in about 3 to 4 hours but these predictions were not always reliable. Mary told us we could probably make it back to town but if we were uncomfortable in trying we were welcome to come up to the ranch house to weather it out. We decided to try for going home. The wind would be at our backs and if it did last for a couple of days, plus a day or two for the highways to get cleared and for Bill to clear a road to the highway seemed just too much. Our families would be nervous wrecks even if we called them every hour. Jason helped us load stuff into the truck and break camp. Everyone got a good hug from Jason, including Tom, with whom he had been unable to spend much time. In addition to the hug, I got a squeeze on the dick from him and a wink. On the way back to town, David called Steen's mother, Tom's and my mom and his dad to let them know we had heard about the blizzard and would be home in approximately 40 minutes to an hour. It was an abrupt end to what had been a great outing. By the time I got home, my mom was at work and the phone rang just seconds after I walked in the door. It was Tom. I had expected it to be my mom, but she couldn't always call when she wanted to. Knowing me about as well as he knows himself, Tom knew something had happened while he had been in Perry with David and Steen. I want all the gory details. Nothing gory happened. Then give me all the sticky details. Jason, in one word is hot! He has a huge cock. He's very participatory, which, as you know, I love and need, so I know it is good for my sex partner, too. Shit, do you suppose we'll see him again? I can tell you it is almost certain. I don't know if he was into boys before, but he is now and I don't want you to thing I'm bragging. It's more like a case of he just discovered boys are nice. So, now it's your turn. What do you mean? Don't be a dumb ass. You know what I mean. I mean what about Steen? To use your one word approach, Steen is fun! He is the first person I ever met that made sex fun. And I mean a lot of fun! It was a real eye opener for me; like, I mean, it was a case of: "Hey, lets play around and have fun with each other's bodies. Lets pleasure each other. We will probably never get married, but we're together now, we're hot, we both naked and have erections, we both need to pop our nuts. Let's enjoy the moment and hope it leads to other moments. And, his curved cock can scratch itches you've never had scratched before. Wow. I'm sorry the blizzard happened. If it hadn't I'd probably be with Steen right now and you'd be with David. I know. So what was David like? I think David is really something else. You couldn't have helped but notice that he is a very responsible guy. He spent the whole trip making sure each of us was OK and had everything we needed or wanted. Sex wise he has a fat dick with a huge cockhead, he is passionate and at the same time gentle. Shit, David, Steen and Jason are all guys I hope we get to see a lot of. And, that brings up a problem, Tom? What's that? Well, my mom knows I'm gay and she right out and asked me one morning if you and I are getting it on with each other and I told her we were. Does your mom know you are gay? Well, yes and no. I think she has her suspicions about Mike being bisexual and about me being gay. On the other hand, there has been no discussion on the matter between either one of us. OK. So here's my concern: You need to be a little cagier as concerns the three guys. Steen is a renter in the apartment building. It is natural that I see and talk to him once in a while and that opens opportunities for us to get together. David and Jason both know Steen, and they could get together with him in his apartment without suspicions being raised. And, that could involve me. Unless their meeting is prearranged, how could you get involved? I can't just call you and say: " Tom, the guys are together, get your ass over here if you want some action." Shit, Joey, you're trying to solve problems before they happen. Lets just wait and see how things turn out. For instance: I am sure there will be more camping trips and they would be above suspicion. I'm not worried. I'm just disappointed I'm not sleeping over with you. Yeah, man, what could be hotter than screwing each silly for the duration of a blizzard. Sounds like a warm and intimate way to cope with the weekend, doesn't it? As it turned out, Tom was right. We didn't get to see Jason too often because of his being in college. But, we did see him when he came home and Tom became as infatuated with his big, fat cock as I was. We also became really close to his parents and my mom and Tom's parents, though Tom and I, also became close friends of Bill and Mary. There were also some great camping trips back to Crawford Canyon and other places David knew about. Summers, we went fishing together at near by lakes. What my mom and Tom's parents actually knew about our sexual orientations and adventures, we never did know for sure, especially in Tom's instance. However, they never made waves about it, never questioned our friendships with the three guys or with each other. Tom and I often talked about how lucky we were to have adult friends like Steen, David and Jason. They were good confidants, which was important at our age. Too, all three of them, in their own way taught Tom and I many things about being gay, how to accept it, when to be cautious, and above all how to open ourselves to enjoy the many pleasures that are so exciting and so unique to sex between males. To close this story, I want to tell you that the following autumn my mom was reading the local newspaper one Saturday morning while eating breakfast and noticed a house for sale at 411 Oak Street. She just about went wild. That was where she had lived as a child and she called the realtor who had placed the advertisement immediately. After she had arranged a time to meet the realtor to look at the house, I said: Mom, I think you're reading that advertisement strange in a way. Do you want to know something else that is strange about it? What? Tom lives at 409 Oak Street, right next door. We've just got to buy that house. Think of the wear and tear it will save on Tom's and my bicycle tires. We did buy the house. Tom and I were back and forth between houses almost constantly. We were always together; in fact, when we finished high school, neither wanted to go out of town to attend separate colleges or universities, so we both went to the local college. POSTSCRIPT: To the readers who have followed this story, I apologize for the delay in posting this last chapter. My house is for sale and that has occupied a lot of my time here lately. Thank to all of you who have written to me. That I really appreciate.