Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 11:45:38 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 9 STOP: Press your backspace key. Return to Nifty Erotic Stories Index. Read the Nifty Warning. It applies to this story. SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 9 Chapter 1 By December Harlan was sure he was ready to take my dick up his ass, but I thought he needed a few more weeks. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt him, being afraid it would turn him off. During the second week of December, we (Harlan and I) received a written invitation from my boss and his wife, Charles and Arlene Radcliff, to attend a Holiday Party at their home in Palos Verdes. A printed, detailed map was enclosed. I talked to Jon about it and he said it was an annual thing with everyone from the office, ongoing clients and some neighbors invited. Jon told me not to rent a tux, it was not that formal, but it was still formal - like dark suit, black shoes, dress shirt and tie, etc. He asked if I wanted him to stop by and give Harlan and me a ride. I told him: Yea that would be fun. Harlan and I went to the men's department of Nordstrom's and outfitted ourselves with complete new wardrobes for the occasion The Radcliff home was enormous, impressive and quite beautiful, even though I thought it a bit pretentious. Even Mrs. Radcliff had heard about Harlan and both she and Charles gushed over him - to his embarrassment - as they greeted us at the door. I instructed Harlan that when the butler passed drinks around he could have two glasses of wine - NO MORE! We talked to all the office staff before Harlan noticed the grand piano and wandered away - unnoticed by me - to ask Mrs. Radcliff if he could play it, which thrilled her. When the piano music started I knew it was Harlan. He played light, recognizable tunes and in such fashion they didn't interfere with conversation. After a while Mrs. Radcliff called for everyone's attention, while standing at the piano, and announced that she had asked Harlan Mason, nephew of a member of the firm, who had been playing the piano, to play a few selections from Gershwin (which they had found the music for in the piano bench). When finished, Harlan received a lot of applause. I was really proud of him. No sooner had Harlan rejoined me that a short, thin, young man, who's build reminded me of Barry, came up to us, accompanied by Jon. Jon introduced him as Alex Ross, and explained they had both attended the last three parties and explained that Alex was the son of a neighbor and a teacher in San Diego. I guessed he was about 25 years old. Alex began the conversation by saying that Jon had told that he had one of the wildest weekends of his life at your house recently. I responded: Blabbermouth. I wish I had been there. We moved from the Living Room and Family room into the Library, which was more private. I asked Alex how he liked teaching. He said he liked it a lot but had his uncomfortable moments around some of the hotter of the jocks. I told him about the arranged meeting I had with a teacher I liked, Aaron Force. Alex thought it was a hot story, especially the part about my giving my virginity to Aaron. Harlan asked me why I hadn't told him about that before. I told him I had told him almost everything about my life but I guess I had just forgotten that story. After a while Alex suggested we say our goodbyes and split. He wanted to show the three of us a very beautiful place on the peninsula; Jon could follow him so we could return home via a shorter route I don't know how the hell he found it. I could never retrace the route. But we ended up at a tiny parking area on what must have been the highest point on the Palos Verdes Peninsula. It was not on top of an open hill, houses surrounded it on three sides. Spread out before us was a brilliant carpet of lights displaying every thing you could see of the Los Angeles metropolitan area south of the Santa Monica Mountains and as far east as the eye could see. To our left, the lights abruptly stopped at the black area that was the Pacific Ocean. It was a spectacular view. Of special interest was all the planes landing and taking off from LAX. Alex pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his glove compartment, offered one to Harlan, who smoked very occasionally and to me who smoked much less occasionally than Harlan. We got out of the car, stood together and looked out over Los Angeles. Harlan, as usual was talkative and animated. He commented that this must be a paradise for high school kids to make out. Alex replied that it would be well suited for that but it was strange how few people knew about it. Alex confessed that it was special to him, as he had lost his virginity here one night while he was a high school student. Harlan said he had never made out in an automobile. Continued to say how he hadn't even had his cherry popped yet. I guess that surprised Jon as he responded: "You haven't?" No, Toby thinks I'm too young, but a lot of the kids in school have had their cherries popped. In fact a couple of them brag that they get their cherries popped every weekend. I thought Jon and Alex were going to swallow their cigarettes. I felt that Harlan had confused the slang term "Getting your cherry popped" with the slang terms "Getting laid", "Getting screwed" and other similar expressions. To me he had betrayed his innocence. I immediately hugged him and said: "Harlan, I thought I loved you as much as one human being could love another, but right now I love you more than I thought possible for one human being to love another." I really want you. If you are willing I want to do it with you tonight. I thanked Alex for showing us this magical spot and told him to try to get over to see us Christmas day, for dinner, or if that was impossible as least to visit us. Nobody said much while Jon drove us home. Harlan and I just sort of smooched all the way, cocooned in our own intimate little world. Harlan immediately began making a bed on the floor in the Living Room with the drapes wide open on the large, front window. He wanted to do it there, not in bed. (Don't even ask me why.) So, that is where Harlan lost his virginity. He was ready. We had a sexual coupling that we would both remember for the rest of our lives. Both of us were a lot happier together after that evening. Christmas was not far away. We bought a tree, decorated the house and Harlan actually baked for a week preparing for Art, Frank, Matt and Barry - fruit cake, mince-meat tarts, seed cakes. I could only marvel at his talents and knew I could contribute nothing to the dinner he was preparing. Jon came for Christmas dinner, scheduled for 4 o'clock. Harlan explained to us all that there was not a lot of meat on a goose, so he had, also, fixed a boned, stuffed, leg of pork. The meal ended with a plum pudding and Art was ready to take Harlan home with him. Alex arrived in time for the plum pudding and a few after dinner drinks. I was so proud of Harlan. This kid I had found sitting on the grass in Alondra Park had turned into a passionate lover and a personality that had succeeded in uniting my Colorado friends and my new California friends into one, extended family, except for Clay and Kim. Harlan hadn't had a crack at them yet. Chapter 2 As I think back on it, I don't think I had ever mentioned the date of my birthday to Harlan. I even forgot it was coming up and didn't wake up to the fact until I was changing the date on my office desk calendar and saw it was January 15th. I went home planning on telling Harlan it was my birthday and take him to diner. I was late getting home and when I turned into the driveway, the house was completely dark. I wondered if Harlan had forgotten to tell me about some obligation that would cause him to be late, too. I went in the front door and switched on the lights in the Entry Hall. Suddenly lights when on in every room in the house and from every direction came Greg, James, Bernie, Harlan and a boy I didn't know - all shouting: "Happy Birthday". Bernie introduced me to the new boy, saying: "Uncle Toby", this is my friend Stephen. Stephan came out to me a couple of weeks ago. Now he is a friend of everyone here. He was even more beautiful than Bernie. Nobody had the right to be as beautiful as that kid. I put out my hand to shake his but he wrapped his arms around me and said: "Can I call you Uncle Toby, too?" I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. We all went into the Family-Dining room. A hundred gas filled balloons were clinging to the ceiling. Harlan brought out Champaign, flute glasses. Some of the boys had Champaign and some had beer in the flute glasses. The kitchen emitted the wonderful aroma of Harlan's cooking. After quite a few more drinks, Harlan served dinner. Harlan had made my cake, frosted with whipped cream and ringed with candles. After the cake, Greg got out of his chair and came and stood beside me. Uncle Toby. I have been elected to be the Master of Ceremonies tonight. The first thing that we want to do is to present you with a gift that we all chipped in and bought for you. With that he placed a box, about the size of a shoebox, wrapped with fire red, metallic paper and tied with black, satin ribbon in front of me. When I got it open it was stuffed with tissue paper. I dug around and as soon as I saw a portion of it I knew what it was - a black jockstrap with a black, satin, zippered pouch. It was a duplicate of the one Greg wore that wild night when all the boys' bed hopped when Art, Frank and Matt were here. Everyone began chanting - Put it on. Put it on. Put it on. I started undressing to the chant of - Everything! Everything! Everything! so, I did a striptease while I undressed and put the jock strap on. Then everyone pushed back their chairs and undressed to reveal they were all wearing identical straps. Then Greg announced that Stephen going to present the first act for tonight's show. He stood in front of the fireplace and did a wonderful imitation of Marceau Marcel in his Glass Box routine and then in the Glutton. He closed the Glutton by licking nine of his ten fingers, then sticking the last one in my mouth. I couldn't believe how good the kid was in pantomime. The next act required my being blindfolded until I heard the music start. The music was for the Can-Can. I took off the blindfold to see the guys lined up according to their height, with tiny, red, hostess aprons over their jock straps, kicking their legs up in unison and hollering like crazy. When it ended, they held the aprons up, unzipped their pouches, flashed me and ran out of the room. When that ended Harlan called a time-out, went into the kitchen and returned with the remains of the cake with renewed candles. He placed the cake on the floor and Greg asked us to sit in a circle around it. He called on each one and in turn they all made a short speech. All of which were around the theme of how happy Harlan and I had made them by opening our home and hearts to them, giving them a place to really be themselves without fear of embarrassment or censure and how they all loved us and, as I had probably noticed when they greeted me at the door, they had all decided to call me Uncle Toby Harlan lit the candles and at that moment I noticed, for the first time, the cake had some toothpicks sticking in it, the long kind with fancy cellophane curls around the top (the kind used to serve some types of snacks). Greg told each of them to choose one of the picks. The first two pulled out long picks and groaned in disappointment. Then Stephen pulled out the short one and Greg announced that Stephen and I were to provide the last act of the evening's entertainment. Again, Harlan asked for a short time-out. Greg instructed everyone but me to go into the Living Room; later, he took my hand and led me into the room. Twenty-four lighted candles were aglow on top the piano (I was now 24) and Stephen was spread out, naked on a sheet that had been placed on the carpet. Greg informed me that Stephen's short toothpick meant that he was the lucky one tonight. One of the kids slid pillows under his ass. Greg removed my jockstrap, as all the other's removed theirs. Greg said: "Fuck him Uncle Toby - he's your present. And, don't worry; all of us have been in his ass within the past two weeks. He is completely deflowered and likes it." It was our ritual to initiate him into our newly formed Jockstrap Club. It is now your pleasure to complete his initiation; believe me, it will most certainly be his pleasure to take your big dick. Who could resist! His body was as slim and milky white as Bernie's. His cock was significantly bigger and he had the most extensive, lush, black bush of pubic hair I had ever seen on a teenager. I had spent the evening stealing looks at portions of his bush that his jock strap just couldn't hide. He was an active sex partner, thrusting his pelvis up with every stroke I made. As we fucked, in the middle of the circle of teen age boys they all jacked themselves off and, one by one, shot their crŠme onto our bodies. After we finished and had partially recuperated, Greg extended his hand and helped us stand up. Each boy, in turn gave us a bear hug and a long kiss. After everyone said their goodbyes and left and when Harlan and I were in bed, I told him: I know that party had been well plan, rehearsed, and staged as to Stephen getting the short straw. However, I have a few questions. Ask me. How did you come by those jock straps? We pooled our money and Greg's neighbor got them for us on the Internet. I hope you appreciate yours. Greg had to let his neighbor fuck him before he would agree to do it. I've heard about that neighbor, before. Next question - Why did you stage the Living Room floor as the location for me to fuck Stephan? I though it was a special spot in the house for you, even if I had the good sense keep the blinds closed. It is, believe me. One more, Harlan - How did you know it was my birthday? One morning, about a month ago, when you were in the shower, I saw your billfold was unfolded and on top of the dresser. I saw your driver's license through the plastic window on one side and found out when you were born. No more questions, but I do want to tell you that tonight was the best birthday party I ever had. With that I put my arms around him. Just a note, but if you wondering why Robbie hasn't been mentioned lately, his mom called me one evening and told me not to pick him up the next weekend. His grades had been slipping and his dad had grounded him, to a degree. He was only allowed to come to our house every third weekend. He is sort of a little shit, but I must admit I missed him. More to follow. Then, I got a telephone call from Clay. He, Kim and Ann were going to visit us for a week or ten days over President's Day in February. 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. If she fell asleep Harlan carried her until she finished her nap. He took her into attractions that Clay, Kim and I didn't care to bother with. I invited Charles and Arlene to dinner at my house. It was a lively reunion for Clay and Charles. President's day we spent on a wonderful beach just south of Ensenda, Mexico. The beach, at low tide, was about a quarter of a mile wide, with cliffs on the land side and waves as high as the cliffs crashing on the beach. Rivulets of water from the waves reached almost to the cliffs. It was an unseasonable warm and sunny day. We returned home with sunburns. Then, Kim discovered the department store advertisements in the newspapers, so on Saturday and Sunday, Harlan, who knew his way around better than I did, rode with her and guided her around on what amounted to a two-day spending. This was the opportunity Clay and I had been hoping for. Every time we were able to be alone for one minute - an errand to the supermarket for Harlan or something similar - we had been groping each other, sneaking a kiss and dying to get into bed with each other. I hadn't had his cock, still my favorite, in my mouth or my ass for over half a year but it was still as familiar and pleasing as a pair of old shoes. He hadn't forgotten how to please me either. Bernie came over looking for Harlan, but continued hanging around even though I told him Harlan wouldn't be back until dinnertime. Clay whispered to me how hot looking the kid was. I said, right in front of Clay: Bernie, Clay thinks you are hot looking. You know I have always thought you were something special, too. You and I have had it on together. Would you like to do something with Clay and I together? I came over hoping to do something with you and Harlan. For some reason I woke up horny and have been that way all day. We went into the bedroom and undresses. Clay kept remarking to Bernie, how beautiful he was, his fair skin, his uncircumcised boy cock. Bernie, from Harlan, knew we were long time lovers and wanted to please us both at the same time while we made love together. How can you do that Bernie? Just stand