Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 11:30:42 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 11

STOP: Press your backspace key.  Return to Nifty Erotic Stores Index and
read the Nifty Warning.  It applies to this Story

SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 11 (ACTUALLY A CORRECTION TO PART 10 PART
10 THAT WAS PREVIOUSLY POSTED)

Chapter 1

After my birthday, things seemed to quiet down.  It was a new report card
period for Harlan at school (by the way, he was a great student and brought
home good grades - which he admitted had really improved since he and I
were living together.)  At the same time, I became busier than usual at the
law office.

Things remained much like that until Clay called me and asked if he, Kim,
and Ann could come out for about 10 days spanning the President's Day
Holiday in February.
  I immediately arranged for some vacation time.  They stayed at the
Disneyland Hotel.  Harlan and I spent the two days with them that they
toured Disneyland.  Harlan and Ann became inseparable. When she was tired,
Harlan carried her.  When she was sleepy, Harlan carried her while she
napped.  He took her on rides and to attractions that were geared for
children, which Clay, Kim and I were glad we didn't have to participate in.

I invited Charles and Arlene to dinner at my house.  It was a lively
reunion for Clay and Charles.  Everyone pretty much remained quiet and
listened to the two of them talk.  President's Day we spent on a wonderful
beach just south of Ensenata, Mexico.  The beach, at low tide, was about a
quarter of a mile wide, with cliffs on the land side and tremendous waves
crashing on to the beach on the ocean side.  Little rivulets of water
traveled almost from the ocean to the cliffs.  It was unseasonably warm and
the next day we all had painful sunburns.

Next, Kim discovered the multitude of department stores in the area,
through the newspapers.  Harlan knew the metro area far better than I and
he spent two days with Kim while she went on a spending spree.  This
provided the window Clay and I had been looking for.  Kim delivered Clay to
my house and picked up Harlan to be her guide.

Her car had barely backed off the driveway than Clay and I had stripped
naked.  He was hungry; he was desperate to satisfy his hunger.  His 8
inches of man flesh plowed into me and, all too soon, a lake of ball juice
flooded into my body.  But, unbelievably, within that brief interval, he
had touched every one of my pleasure spots, had aroused me until I was
insane with the pleasure he was giving me.  I had asked him many times
before and he had tried to tell me, but there was no way I would ever learn
to fuck like he fucked.

Our first day together we, more or less, spent in bed and each of us had
more than one orgasm.  The second day, I guess we were both a little spent
but were just about to get involved when Stephen came around looking for
Harlan, because Harlan had missed a few days at school.  Stephen said he
had been talking to Harlan on the phone but still wanted to check on him.
I introduced Stephen to Clay and went to the fridge to get him a beer.
While in the Kitchen, I poured Clay and me each a Scotch on the Rocks

We all pretended an interest in the TV, for a while that is. The interest
in TV was fake from the beginning.  It didn't take long until a remark,
with sexual content, was made and laughed at.  After a while, a hand was
placed on a thigh.  Then, someone unzipped their pants and soon everyone
displayed their erections.

Clay asked Stephen how old he was and Stephen replied that he was 17.  Clay
remarked he had fucked me when I was that age and had never fucked a
teenager since.  Stephen, the smart-ass, said: "He was that bad, huh?" I
had to laugh even if I was the butt of the joke.

In retaliation I said:

For that remark I think Clay should fuck your 17-year-old ass right now.

Clay looked at me.

I think he wants you too, he probably wondering what a dick as big as yours
would feel like slipping into his hole.

Have you ever been fucked, Stephan?  Stephan briefly told him about the
Jock Strap Club and my birthday party.

Clay could hardly contain himself.  I left the room and brought back my
satin pouched jock strap and held it out for Stephen to borrow.  He
undressed and put it on.  We went into the bedroom.  I sat, cross-legged,
on the bed beside Stephen and jacked off as Clay proceeded to show him how
an 8-inch cock felt in his ass.  Stephan either moaned or screamed with
delight the entire time.  No sooner had Clay climaxed and pulled out than
Stephen unzipped his pouch and pulled me over to bring him off with my
mouth.

Stephen, you have a truly sweet little boy ass.

And you really knew how to fuck it, how to make it feel really good.  Clay
and Kim were flying home on Sunday.  Saturday he showed up early at the
door and said Kim thought Ann should be kept quiet today, as she was pretty
tired out.  This gave Clay a day with both Harlan and me.  There seemed to
be no secrets among the members of the Jock Strap Club.  Stephen had told
Harlan about getting fucked by Clay and he insisted that it was now his
turn.

I think Clay enjoyed his stay - he had fucked two teenage boys and me.

Before let to go back to his hotel, Clay said both Kim and he wanted me to
promise to come home and visit them somewhere around Memorial Day.  And, by
the way, she said that you, Harlan and I could all go to Estes Park for a
weekend of fishing.  I explained to Harlan what fishing meant to Clay.
Harlan had never been out of California and he was ready to go the minute
Clay suggested it.

Chapter 2

The second week in May I went into Charles' office and asked him for two
weeks off, even though I hadn't quite worked a full year to be entitled to
a vacation just yet.  Jon went with me and offered to trade me if Charles
had a problem in letting me off.  Charles said he had absolutely no problem
with it and wanted to know where I was going.  When I told him I was going
to visit Clay and Kim, he was so excited I thought he was going to suggest
he go with me.

I neglected getting airline reservations until it was too late to go over
the Memorial Day weekend, so we left the Wednesday after the weekend, flew
to Denver and procured a rental car for the duration of our stay.  Clay and
Kim would not hear of our going to a motel.  We stayed in their rear
bedroom, which had fond memories for me.  The morning after our arrival,
after Clay had left for the office, Kim suggested we go to the cemetery, as
I had never seen the bench that was placed on my parent's unoccupied
gravesite.  The bench was beautiful as was the inscription the monument
company had carved on it "In memory of John and Debra Mason and the dates
of their births and deaths".

We had just started to look at it when Harlan literally fell to his knees
and began sobbing his heart out.  I got down and wrapped my arms around him
asking what was the matter.  Finally, he was able to mutter "My mother's
name was Debra, too".  Damn, all the times we had talked about our mothers;
neither of us had ever mentioned their names.  Kim also knelt down and held
Harlan.

Finally, he calmed down a little bit and then, for a reason I couldn't
understand, started to apologize.  Kim stopped him saying:

Harlan, you don't need to apologize.  I think you have just accepted your
mother's death.  It will be easier for you now.  You know what?  I believe
your mother is here with you right now.  I believe Toby's mother is here,
too.  I think they are telling you both that they accept you, they are
happy you are together and they can rest now.  I feel they blessed you.  I
feel they blessed us all.

The next day, while Ann was napping, Harlan and I walked down town and
window- shopped Center Avenue.  It still had a small town atmosphere; the
merchants still had attractive window displays.  We paused to look in the
windows at Cramer's Jewelry Store.  I suddenly had the urge to buy Harlan
and myself rings.  When we went into the store, Taylor Smith, wearing a
suit, tie and dress shirt, walked around the counter and hugged me.  Bill
Cramer followed him and did the same thing.  They were both amazed and
pleased to see me.  I, too, was amazed at the change in Taylor.

I introduced Harlan.  Taylor asked: Are you two a couple?  Harlan replied
that we were and had been for almost a year.  (Finally I was out to
Taylor.)  Bill said that his wife had died shortly after my parents and he
and Taylor were now together, too.

They asked if I had just dropped into to say hello.  I told them that,
actually, I was interested in buying rings.  Harlan soon spotted two gold
rings with platinum edgings in a rope design.  They were both the same
size, but both of us had long, slim fingers and they fit perfectly.

I asked the price and Mr. Cramer explained they were hand fashioned and on
consignment from a Denver artist/goldsmith.  They were therefore expensive
but to show his and Taylor's best wishes toward Harland and me he would
give them to us at the price the artist wanted - no markup.  I knew they
were a bargain because I knew it was very difficult to work gold and
platinum together.

Harlan kissed me right in front of Bill and Taylor.  He really loved the
rings and had never had one before.  In fact, neither had I.  I always felt
a little self-conscious wearing any type of jewelry.

One evening Kim and Clay had a dinner party for us.  I could have died when
I saw the guests arrive.  I guess they had assembled elsewhere and walked
into the front door all in one group: Taylor and Bill; Art, Frank and
Barry; Conrad and Sharon; Aaron and Lee.  I literally could not believe it.
I about wet my pants seeing Conrad and Aaron again.

On our fishing trip, Trail Ridge Road, over the Continental Divide had just
opened Memorial Day; to celebrate Harlan's first visit to Colorado, Clay
drove us up to the Divide.  The roads were freshly plowed and the sides
were piled high with snow.  Luckily, Clay had supplied us both with some of
his winter jackets.  We didn't catch any fish but Harlan enjoyed the
fishing of the type Clay and I enjoyed.

Back home, we did some research as to where Harlan's mother was buried.  He
was a bit confused about it as he was only fourteen at the time.  It turned
out she had been buried next to her parents in Ventura, California.  We
visited the grave and I felt certain that Harlan had, indeed, finally
accepted his mother's death.

On the plane, coming home from Denver, we sat by a strikingly handsome,
young man from Denver, who frequented Los Angeles on business.  Harlan,
always full of gab, had him into a conversation before the plane took off.
He gave Harlan his business card and Harlan supplied him with our names and
telephone number.  I, too, got involved in the conversation.  Less than a
month passed, he was in town again, wanted to take us to dinner.  We
accepted.  We invited him back to the house.  He accepted.  We had sex.  He
was one hot dude.  I came to the conclusion that Harlan would never let us
want for friends - old or new.

The End