Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 17:20:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert J. Cutter <rjcutter57@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Tomorrow's Prizes"  (Man/Man)  Episode 3 (Chapters 7, 8 and 9)

Disclaimer: The following is a love story.  It is a work of fiction;
neither the characters nor the situations have any actuality in fact.
There is strong homosexual content.  If this offends you, leave now.

			    TOMORROW'S  PRIZES
		      -------------------------------
			    By Robert J. Cutter

	 Copyright 2000 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved

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			Chapter 7 - Whirlwind Weeks

It was a very crazy week for Jake and me.  The chore never ceased.  In
fact, at the end of a very productive day I would have a "To Do" list with
more items on it than I began with.  It seemed to be a never-ending saga of
doing and falling further and further behind.

Jake had a thorough physical check-up at a hospital in the Albany, NY area
- a hospital that had received generous contributions from my mother's
family over the years.  One of medical research buildings on the campus was
named for my grandparents.  We were treated with great care and respect and
Jake came away from the experience with a newly found understanding and
appreciation of hospital procedures.  It was extremely comprehensive and
include MRIs, CAT scans, blood tests and god knows what else.  After a very
long day we were told to expect the full results in five to seven working
days.  We were also told to proceed with a light program of physical
exercise until we received the results.

Jake was a wonderful companion and it was really great having someone
around the house all the time.  He made great company.  He was funny and
quite sharp-witted, although his slow and slurred speech made for
difficulties and rather dragged out communications.  He loved working in
the garden and showed his prowess with tending the shrubs and the
perennials.  I knew he'd be a great asset when I planted the vegetable
garden in late April or early May.

We visited a medical supply store and bought a new crutch for him.  The old
one had definitely seen better days and I was afraid that it would break
while he was using it and cause him some injury.  In fact, we bought two,
keeping one as a spare.  I hate to admit it, but seeing Jake on his one
crutch, hobbling through the house or the garden always brought to mind
Tiny Tim, from the Dickens' classic.  But Jake was anything but tiny.

Jake familiarized himself with the town and the local merchants got to know
him and pretty much understand what he was saying if he needed to visit the
store by himself.

We were sleeping together regularly and it was quite wonderful having him
share my bed.  However, we did nothing together.  There was almost no sex.
I would jack him off occasionally but he made no overt moves to satisfy me
in any way and I would resort to masturbation frequently to relieve the
building pressure.  He would not let me give him a blow job - he preferred
to be jacked off while in the bath and occasionally I would put my mouth to
his luscious cock to satisfy my own needs and wants when he had his eyes
closed and his head thrown back.  He may or may not have realized what I
was doing but I really didn't care.

I very reluctantly came to the conclusion that Jake was not gay...and this
was a tremendous disappointment.  I had hoped that he was at least bisexual
and eventually would come around and be able to give me some satisfaction.
However, this did not happen and eventually I was able to get him into a
discussion of the situation.  Believe me when I say that it was a long,
drawn out effort.

Jake told me that most of the surfer dudes in his group had some kind of
sexual relationships with the other boys within the group.  The guys were
either gay, whereby they had sex exclusively with other gay guys in the
group; they were bisexual, meaning (according to Jake) that they had sex
with both other guys in the group or their girlfriends; or they were
straight, as Jake was.  Being straight meant that they would have sex only
with their girlfriends; however, they would let the other guys (straight,
gay or bi) masturbate them but not blow them or have sex with them.  I must
admit that it took me a while to evaluate that kinky setup.

The first time I asked Jake to masturbate me he seemed rather pleased to do
it.  However, it was not the most comfortable or exciting hand job I'd ever
had.  But he seemed to like doing it and I gave him permission to carry on.
When I came it was with a pretty good rush - but I'd had better.

So our days settled down to pretty much of a routine.  Jake would putter in
the garden, nap or read while I would do various jobs around the house,
shop and devote at least three hours a day to writing.  I got a sudden
inspiration about the direction of the show and I knew I wanted to set it
all down permanently and for the record - just in case of any future
problems.  The second year of a series is always the hardest - the
sophomore jinx year.  The follow-up to a first year's success is always
difficult and the critics are always out sniping for a moving target.

Jake would need a very good night sleep in order for him to be ready and
alert the following day.  This meant that he would be in bed between nine
and ten o'clock and would generally rise at around seven.  My hours were a
little later and a little earlier and I would normally have breakfast ready
for Jake when he arose.

Carlos came by every day or so, usually to bring some message from his
father or some food from his mother.  She (her name was Carla) was a
phenomenal cook, originally from Guatemala, and able to cook absolutely
anything.  She was the type of cook who could taste a dish once, tell you
exactly what was in it and practically duplicate it on her first try.  His
father's family (his name was William, or Bill) was originally from
Germany; they had immigrated in the early 1930s and settled in Boston.
Bill always wanted to be a farmer and had a degree in agriculture from Cook
College in New Jersey.  And he was a fabulous farmer - innovative and quite
daring.  The results of his methods had spread throughout this region of
the northeast and he was celebrated by the local agricultural agencies and
honored by his alma mater.  Some of his techniques and innovations were
later copied nationwide.

On a beautifully warm May afternoon, Jake and I were out on the terrace
when Carlos came by with a fabulous smelling chicken and rice dish cooked
up by Carla.  We had been watching the maintenance crew get the swimming
pool ready for the summer.  Jake was excited about having the pool
available; he still loved the water.  I was very excited from watching the
three beautiful young men, all stripped to their waists, working in the
warm sun.  They all looked to be in their early twenties, and were all
exceptionally well developed.  It was a truly wonderful exhibition of the
male beauty.

"N-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ce!" Carlos whispered to me.

I tuned and smiled at him.  "Very," I replied.

We just stood and watched and in about fifteen minutes the guys were
finished.  One of those beauties came walking us to us.  He was carrying
papers for me to sign and I had a check for him.  First, he embraced Carlos
and they kissed lightly.  I was very surprised to see this open kind of
affection but it didn't bother me at all.  Carlos introduced me to Fran and
we shook hands.

"Gonnah be dere Saturday?" Fran asked Carlos, speaking with a heavy
southern drawl.  I was checking out Fran rather carefully; he was a true
beauty - a gorgeous redhead with huge bulging muscle, an enormous chest,
huge biceps, perky nipples, slim waist and an adorable face.

"You bet your beautiful, tight ass I am!" Carlos responded.

"How's 'bout bringin' ya cute friend here," Fran said, looking directly at
me.

"Well, why don't you ask him?"

Fran turned to me and blushed slightly.  "Wanna come t'a party Sa'day naaht
at mah place, Craig?  I kin promise ya a real good tahm.  Lotsa local
beauties'll be theyah...an' a few outta town surprahses too.  Okay?"

"Sure.  Sounds great!  Can I bring my houseguest?" I asked nodding towards
Jake.

"Sho!  Brin him 'long."  Fran looked over at Jake, who was sitting on a
chaise.  "Sho looks cute."  We all smiled.  "Surfah dude?"

"How did you guess?"

"Whale, ah know ya work in Hollywood...an' once ya haid wess coass surfah
meat ya kaint go back tuh the eass coass stuff ainy mo'."  We all had a
really hearty laugh with that one.

After the crew left, the three of us went into the house.  Jake immediately
wanted to go swimming but I told him the we needed to wait twenty-four
hours for the chemicals to circulate properly and for the water to be
filtered.  He was mighty disappointed, and went into his bedroom.

"So tell me about Fran?" I said looking at Carlos.

He blushed adorably and gave me a big smile.  "He lives in the Albany area
and I met him at a party there last winter.  He'd come up from Georgia
hoping to get work around here.  I put him in touch with Stu Donovan and he
took him on.  Good looking, isn't he?" he asked with a wonderfully big,
wide, toothy smile.

"Absolutely."  I was cautious with my next statement.  "How...how often
have you, you know, seen him."

"Fran and I are just sorta regulars.  Nothing exclusive, nothing binding,
just sorta regulars.  That's all."

I shook my head and laughed slightly.  "Shit, Carlos, I didn't even know
you were gay."

He looked at me with an almost "come hither" stare.  "I am, Craig.  I
definitely am."  He paused, drew a deep breath and spoke rather hesitantly.
"When we, the two of us, used to play together, I...I always felt myself
being...being attracted to you.  You were so cute, so goddamned cute and
cuddly...I don't know.  I useta love when we would play rough and you'd
hold me.  I wanted that more than anything.  Of course, you were a lot old
than me, but it didn't matter one bit.  I was still incredibly drawn to
you...but never did anything...I just didn't know...know how you'd react."
He looked directly at me, his gaze burning into me.  You're still
exceedingly cute and very handsome, Craig...and I'll bet very cuddly."

I put my hand out and he grasped it.  He then threw both of his hands
around my waist and pulled me forward; I lowered my face and kissed Carlos
full on his beautiful, luscious lips.  It was an exquisite kiss - robust
yet gentle, friendly yet intensely erotic.  We went into the house and
slowly walked to my bedroom...and locked the door.


					Chapter 8 -Afternoon With Carlos

His body was absolutely stunning.  I could not believe that my little
playmate from all those years ago had developed into such a thrilling and
completely compelling adult.  He was lying on the bed and was completely
naked.  We had slowly undressed each other and I thrilled at the sight of
Carlos.  I had rubbed various area of his body while undressing him
including his ears, nipples, armpits, his beautiful ass mounds and his
tantalizing crotch, and I became more excited as I serviced each new region
of his incredibly tight, compact and awesome frame.

He held his arms open to me and I quickly moved to him and joined him in a
huge, all encompassing body clench.  We rubbed all parts of our bodies
together and the feeling, to me at least, was phenomenal.

"California seems to agree with you, Craig.  You look and feel
great...really great!"

"Physically it agrees...mentally it doesn't."

"Well, I'll be honest with you, if you had blonde hair you could pass for a
surfer boy."

"I may be in good shape but not that great."

"Oh, yes you are!  Don't put yourself down.  Believe me.  It's true!"

I know I blushed at his extravagant statements.  "Maybe I'll bleach it.
How's about tomorrow?"

"I'd love to help," he practically cooed in my ear.  He also did something
else to my ear - ran his tongue all around it, into every crease and
crevice.  It was really so comforting to feel him doing this.  It had been
so long since I had someone in my bed that could do with me, and for me,
what I wanted him to do.

Meanwhile, I ran my hands over any area of his body that I could reach.
Carlos' body felt wonderful - his skin was smooth, he was relatively
hairless and his muscles were taut and terrifically hard.

When I had first seen him naked on the bed, I was immediately aroused and
very, very wanting - I totally wanted his body and anything else he could
and would give to me.  I wanted our bodies to be together, locked in
fabulous and passionate love.  Carlos was extraordinary good looking and
just about the direct opposite of my young, crippled surfer boy.  I found
everything about him so generously and genuinely desirable.  I was in
heaven.

I maneuvered myself up closer to him - the tremendous heat emanating from
his body and the wonderful aroma he was giving off had me sweating with
passion and desire.  He was completely pleasing - he was everything I
wanted in a man right now - he had everything - and, unlike Jake, he was
completely and totally willing, anxious for my love, and right here in my
bed.

Carlos moved his hands behind his head and was so incredibly delicious
looking.  His body was very, very muscular, and so magnificently
proportioned.  Even though he was short (I'd say about 5'-6" or 5'-7" and
weighted about 135 to 140 pounds), everything was in spectacular form and
shape.  My mouth was literally watering at the sight of this incredibly
compact stud.  Why was this guy so perfect?  Was I exaggerating his beauty
and desirability in my mind because of my striking out with Jake?  Or was
Carlos really this highly luscious and this perfect?

I slowly let my eyes traverse his magnificent form.  He was grinning widely
and his perfectly straight, very white teeth almost glowed.  His face was
so handsome, so masculine, yet still so boyishly good looking.  His
superbly sculpted high cheekbones looked almost startling with that big
smile playing across his face.  He was beautiful, adorable and cute - all
rolled into one compact, scrumptious package.  His various aspects shone
through.

All the features of his face combined to make a magnificent whole - his
small, delicate looking ears (how I longed to suck on them and push my
tongue into each and every small, delectable crevice).  His large, almost
hypnotic dark eyes, beautiful thin straight eyebrows, and with long dark
lashes magnificently highlighting each eye (I so wanted to kiss each one
repeatedly).  And then there was his gorgeous upturned little nose, so
delicate and so beautifully sculpted.  His beard was so sparse that it
looked like Carlos barely needed to shave.

I looked down his body after I was finally able to drag my eyes away from
his remarkable face.  His body was awe-inspiring - I mean, totally
awe-inspiring.  As I've already said, he had a petiteness to him but it was
a magnificent petiteness.  Everything was in such incredible proportion
that it was absolutely breathtaking.  I don't mean to sound overly effusive
and gushy, but Carlos was one of the great specimens of manhood I had ever
come across.  And right in my own backyard - literally!

My eyes continued to traverse his body, from his magnificently muscled and
sculpted arms (with incredibly sweet tufts of hair in his armpits), down
his wonderful shaped and incredibly well defined pecs (each crowned with a
gorgeous, beckoning and fully erect little tit), to his gloriously chiseled
abs (standing out in fabulous high relief).  I could not have been more
delighted.

And then...and then my eyes moved to the area of Carlos' crotch.  And it
was like nothing I had ever seen or encountered before!  I was absolutely
stunned at what I saw.  Carlos had the most diminutive cock I had ever seen
on a mature man.  When I had glimpsed it earlier in our session, I thought
it only looked small because of the angle I was at and the subdued lighting
in the room

But as I now was able to see his entire package in greater detail, I was
quite taken aback by the really small size of Carlos' equipment.  His cock
was very small and the scrotum under this cock did not seem to be very much
bigger.  In fact, I had to look twice to even see the ball bag.  It looked
like it just wasn't even there.  It appeared to be nothing more than a
wrinkled, darker piece of skin at the base of his dick.

The hair in his crotch was very sparse and what there was was very dark,
much like the hair on his head.  He was uncircumcised and had a beautiful
and quite long foreskin.

I didn't stare too long; I didn't want Carlos to become too aware of me
staring at his dick.  I certainly didn't want him to become too
self-conscious of my actions.  I continued looking down his body, at two
beautifully muscular legs, just lightly hairy, the hair only below his
calves.  And what wonderful, small, exquisitely shaped feet and gorgeous
toes he had!  They were endearing and lovely...and, again, exceedingly
cute.

I had never been with a man who was so...who had such a...well, frankly,
who's cock was this small.  I didn't know how I'd react or if I was even
reacting - and Carlos could see that information written on my face.

However, something changed all of that.  I suddenly noticed that I was
leaking an incredible amount of pre-seminal fluid.  I could feel the
wetness of it all.  I was unable to ever remember having anything like this
copious amount of pre-cum pumping out of me.  It was a veritable torrent.
I now knew, and this absolutely confirmed it for me, that I was extremely
aroused by the sight of Carlos and his body...and that I was even turned on
by the size of his diminutive dick.

"Everything about me is small, isn't it Craig?" Carlos said with a certain
wastefulness to his voice.  It broke me out of my own reveries.

I nodded and flashed him a big smile.  "Yes, that's true.  But you are also
extremely desirable...and exceedingly beautiful...and enormously
attractive, Carlos.  Everything is so magnificently proportioned.  I
absolutely...and positively adore everything I see!  You are gorgeous!"

He gave me a warm smile.  "Thanks a lot, Craig.  You're a good friend."

"And I hope to be an even better lover!"

He smiled again and spoke hesitantly.  "Some guys I've been with...you
know, they've thrown me out of their beds...when they, you know, when they
get a look at my...my equipment...or my lack of it."

"Well, sweetie, I may just have to do the exact opposite of those stupid
assholes.  I may make you a permanent occupant of my bed because I find
every single thing about you - even your so-called lack of equipment - to
be absolutely luscious...and completely desirable!"

He gave me a delectable smile again and I knew that I was totally under his
spell...I was enraptured with this beautiful, young guy.  I was
tremendously desirous of having that exquisite small cock in my mouth,
working it for all it was worth, sucking its full length, letting my tongue
explore the area under his foreskin, and then moving behind his scrotum and
the entrance to his most private area.

I put my arms around him and hugged him close to my body again.  I was
almost afraid of smothering him; I was so much larger than he was.  He
seemed so delicate and small despite his great muscles and superb build.

"Are you doin' okay, Craig?" he whispered into my ear.

"I'm doin' great, Carlos!" I responded with enthusiasm.  "Absolutely great!
How you doin'?"

"I'm doin' marvelous.  All my wishes are coming true.  I have you in bed
with me...after so many years of hoping and praying and wondering and..."
He smiled at me and I thrilled at the sight and feel of him.  He was warm
and so delightful cute and so very, very cuddly.  The feel of his small
dick pressing into the area above my crotch was sending waves of passion
and jolts of electricity through me.  It was exquisite!

I drew my head back slightly and looked at his face again.  I studied it
intently and deeply and, I think, meaningfully.  Carlos was so utterly and
completely desirable - he was just what I wanted and so deeply (and
desperately) needed.  Why hadn't I known this before?  Why hadn't I noticed
him before?  Why had I ignored my former playmate for so many years?  And
what happened now to trigger this passion and completely uncontrollable
lust in me?  These were the questions that needed answering...but not now.
Now I had Carlos...and now I wanted to ravish his superb body, make sweet
unending love to him, and have the two of us become one.  Friends becoming
lovers, lovers becoming unending friends.


					Chapter 9 - Evening With Jake

Jake and I were eating dinner and the animals were begging for food.  We
ate in almost complete silence, hardly speaking to each other.  I thought
the food I had prepared was exceptionally good - a barbecued loin of pork
served with sweet potatoes, broccoli and cheese biscuits.  I ate heartily,
having had plenty of "exercise" this afternoon with Carlos.  Jake just
seemed to be picking at his food and not eating very much.  When I asked
him if anything was the matter, he shook his head.  He continued to nibble
at his food and finally got up and hobbled very slowly to his room.

After I cleared away the dishes, wrapped the leftovers and fed the animals,
I walked to his room.  The door was closed, which was very unusual.  We
normally slept together in my bed and he usually kept the door to his room
opened all the time.  As I walked up to the door, I heard sobbing coming
from inside.  The only thing I could think of was that Jake had somehow
injured himself and was crying.  The sobbing continued and I knew I would
have to go in and speak with him.  I lightly tapped on the door and there
was no response.  I knocked harder.  Still no response.  Then I heard Jake
shouting.

"Guh...way...Gray.  Guh...way!"

"What's the matter, Jake?  What's wrong?"

"Juss...guh...away!"

"Is it something I've done?  Tell me!  Please speak to me!  I know
something's bothering you."

There was silence.  However, I heard some movement in the room and Jake
slowly opened the door.  He moved back and seated himself on the bed, his
chin hanging down against his chest.  His backpack was on the bed and some
of his clothes were also spread out.  It looked like he was beginning to
pack his belongings.

"Ahm...go...in...Gray.  Ahm...go...in...tah...morrah...morn...in."

"But why do you want to leave?  Haven't you had a good time here?  Hasn't
it been nice?"

He nodded.  "Verr...ah nith.  Buh,
ah...nee...tah...get...ah...lawn...on...mah...trip."

"Okay, Jake.  If you say so.  Fine.  I'll let you pack you stuff then."  I
turned to leave the room, then turned back to look at him again.  "This was
rather sudden, wasn't it?"

"Nah...weely."

"You've been planning all along to leave this week?"  He nodded.  "Okay, if
you say so."  I left, walked into the family room and turned on the TV,
again watching a baseball ballgame.  George and Ringo came in and settled
on the couch next to me.  And about ten minutes later I heard Jake dragging
himself slowly down the hallway.  He came into the room and sat down in
"his" chair.

"Ca...ah...tell...ooo...sum...tin, Gray?'

"You can tell me anything you want, Jake.  Or not, as the case may be."

He nodded slightly and looked directly at me.  I was almost overwhelmed by
his boyish beauty.  I had been taking him for granted for the last couple
of weeks but now I saw once again the incredible good looks that first drew
me to him even though he looked so forlorn and ragged that first day when I
found him in the barn.

He sat completely still for a minute or two and did nothing but stare at
me.  Then, he took a deep breath and began to speak, in his usual very slow
and very halting manner.
"Ah...ah...herd...ooo...an...Car...low...in...beh...tuh...day."

So that was it.  That's what's been bothering him.  He'd been spying on us.
He'd been surreptitiously listening at the locked bedroom door as Carlos
and I had our delicious matinee interlude of hot, passionate sex.  It was
obviously troubling him.  Well, maybe he couldn't stay with a practicing (a
very practicing) gay man, despite what I had thought.  My ability to
satisfy him by periodically masturbating him to powerful orgasms was
obviously not sufficient to make him stay.

"I understand, Jake.  I understand perfectly about you not wanting be
staying in a house where gay sex is occurring.  Yes, Carlos and I are both
gay - although I only found our recently that he was bent my way.  I'm sure
you've known, since we first met, that I'm gay."  He did not react.
"Christ, I've said it enough times and mentioned it in stories and
anecdotes."  Now he nodded his head rather slowly.  "Did it disturb you to
know we were together?"

He nodded very slightly this time.  "A...witte..." he said with not too
much conviction.

"Why did it disturb you?"

He just shrugged his shoulders and looked at the floor.  "I remember you
telling me all about your surfer-dude buddies out in California and how
there were gay guys and bisexual guys and also straight guys.  How you all
got along so great together.  Didn't you?  Helping each other and
satisfying each other's need?"  He nodded his head slightly.  "Then why
should what Carlos and I did this afternoon - in the privacy of my own
locked bedroom, I might add - bother you?"

He did not respond but just continued to stare at the floor.  I was getting
more than a little annoyed with his attitude.  "I think you're applying a
double standard here - one for your surfer buddies and one for me."

Cindy wandered into the room, slowly over to Jake and sat at his feet.  He
leaned forward and scratched her head.  He smiled at her and she closed her
eyes in appreciation.

We both sat quietly with our own private thoughts.  I don't know what Jake
was thinking about but I was replaying the magnificent afternoon of
lovemaking with my wonderful Carlos - my magnificent Carlos - my thrilling
Carlos.

It was wonderful and so very fulfilling - among the best sex I've ever had
- with anyone!  And this despite the immediately apparent size and supposed
limitations of Carlos' penis.  Why did I even think of his dick as being
diminutive?  That was really stupid of me!  Carlos' dick was a perfect size
for me and my repertory of strange likes and dislikes...absolutely perfect.
It presented entirely no problems at all...absolutely none.

He cock fit so comfortably in my mouth - no gagging, no aching, not
straining, no nothing!  It was marvelous.  I was able to work on his entire
length and that incredibly luscious foreskin without any problems at
all...absolutely no problems.  I treasured every second!  He was delicious
- absolutely delicious!

When he reached his climax it was totally delightful.  He didn't produce
torrents of jism (his rather small testicles just couldn't produce that
much) and I was able to handle his output just fine - very comfortably,
without any problems whatsoever.  Carlos was very tasty, in more ways than
one.

Then he worked on me and I exalted in the feel of his hands and mouth
working on various parts of my body.  I continued to experience the feeling
of never having been this hot before; maybe it was the thought of us, as
boys, playing and swimming together that made me this way.  Whatever it
was, when he begged me to fuck his beautifully sculpted, muscular, rather
tight little ass, I was only too happy to oblige.  He was so fabulously
inviting and so marvelously ready.  It was an incredible lesson in
lovemaking.  It was lovemaking the way it should be and all too often is
not - it was relaxed, comfortable and reassuring to both parties.

After the fabulous sex, Carlos and I cuddled and kissed, held each other
and napped for about an hour.  We then showered, had a light snack before
he headed home.  It was a great afternoon, one that I hoped would be
repeated on many, many occasions in the future.  When he left, I had a
warm, serene, loving feeling envelop me.  I was very contented.

I snapped myself out of my reveries and looked up.  Jake was staring at me
again.  He looked worried and maybe even a little scared.  I smiled at him
and he managed a smile back, but there was still a look of uncertainty and,
to some extent, there was fear written on his features.

I slapped my knees and stood up; his eyes followed me.  "Okay, Jaky!  Let's
get you packed and ready for the road again.  You're right!  It's time for
you to move on."  I helped him stand up and handed him his crutch.  "It's
going to be a big day tomorrow.  Let's get going!"


			   (To Be Continued...)


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