Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2003 15:15:37 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS STOP and return to the page where Nifty Archives has posted a warning concerning reading the stories at this web site. The warning applies to this story. PENIS POWER IN KANSAS Thanks for selecting my story. My name is Jason Townsend. If you are to enjoy this story, I should give you a little background about the young boy and I who, together, were to discover the power of the male penis and the relationship that developed between us. I want you to feel some of the emotions I felt when I first met this boy and as we became involved in a homosexual, love affair. The story also digresses into sex between men and sex between boys, but it is part of story and the main theme is between a man and a boy. The story starts with my graduation from the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley with a Master's degree in Education in late May 2002; I was almost 24 years old, having been born on July 25, 1978. Alliance, Nebraska is my hometown. In high school I was cared for by my mother's older sister, Marian, as both my parents had died before I entered high school. In high school I played basketball. (I am an even 6-ft., 140 lb. and a dirty blonde. My jeans have a 32" waist and a 36" inch inseam - I tell you this to give you an idea of what I look like.) My shoes are size 12 (I also have the other big thing jokingly associated with big feet). In the high school showers and locker rooms I had seen the cocks that hung between other dudes' legs and knew that mine measured up. I had 6" soft and 8" fully erected; it was also on the semi-fat side with a more than generous, cut cockhead. Occasionally guys erected in the showers, so I knew I was comparing things fairly. As for high school sexual experiences, I scored zero with girls but had two different guys on the basketball team come on to me. I didn't protest because the physical contacts were warming, exciting and brought me to orgasm. The first experience occurred when a guy and I talked about and then decided to masturbate together, but as things heated up he got turned on by the size of my teen meat and went down on it. It was my first blowjob. It was soon over and I remember that I shot the biggest load I had ever experienced. He was good at servicing cock and he swallowed - he even milked my cock to be sure he got the last drop. The second experience occurred at a sleep over at another dude's house. He started messing around soon after we got into bed and we started fondling the other's rods. As soon as his fondling got me erect he said "Shit man, you've got a big one!" and reached over to his bedside table, then turned on a lamp so he could see it. That aroused me because his wasn't too much smaller than mine and it was the first un-cut cock I had ever seen up- close. Nature took its course and we were soon sucking each other. From my previous experience I decided to take his load in my mouth. I liked it despite my qualms about gay sex and I still felt it was unnatural to do it with guys At the University, I dated girls and made out with one - to be honest, it was she who made out with me. It was OK and I mean just OK, nothing spectacular. In fact, the experience just further confused me about my sexuality. As if I had not experienced enough of death in my family, my dad's mother, Grandma Mary Townsend, died three weeks before I graduated. We had visited her often on summer vacations. Grandma lived in Solomon Hills, Kansas a small town with a population of around 1,800, accessed by state highways only - well off the beaten path. Assuming 900 of the inhabitants were women you could say that 900 of the people were gossips. I attended her funeral and, after my graduation ceremonies, I took off for Solomon Hills again; I wanted to be there to decide what to do with her personal possessions, how to dispose of her furniture and sell the house. The morning after I had arrived, I heard a power lawnmower being used in the yard of the corner house, next door. It reminded me that grandma, at one time, had a guy that mowed her lawn once a week but, not knowing if that deal still existed and having noticed the lawn needed mowing, I went outside to see if I could get the guy mowing to do mine, too. As it turned out, it was a young boy. My reaction to him was something that I had never experienced in my life. I literally froze; I was so stunned by his physical appearance - he was so young and so fucking cute. He was about 5'-9" tall with bright, blue eyes and dark brown hair, an exquisite nose which flared at the nostrils plus lips and a creamy completion that any girl would die for. He was as skinny as I was (guess I forgot to tell you that "Skinny" was my nickname at the University). His smile alone was enough to make me erect. He was dressed in baggy shorts that by some miracle managed to hang on below his waist but still appear ready to drop off any minute, a tank-top shirt and a baseball cap. He shut off the mower and said: "Hi." When I didn't answer, he asked: "Are you OK?" I then realized I must appear as an idiot to the boy - something I most definitely did not want to do, so I forced myself to quit staring at him and said, pointing to the house: "Yea, this is my grandma's house." Smiling at my still befuddled manner, he pointed and answered: "This is my grandpa's house. He said he knows you. I'm Lee Dalton." "Lee! You're the guy I've been missing every time I visit my grandma. Your grandfather is right; I've known him since I was a kid. He's been my grandma's neighbor for years. Oh, and my name's Jason Townsend. Are you visiting your grandpa for the summer?" "No, I live with him now. Do you want him for something?" He smiled again, which didn't help my efforts to collect my thoughts and speak intelligently. "No. No. I heard your lawnmower. I'm wondering if I could pay you to mow my lawn." "Sure, how about I come over after I finish here?" "Perfect!" "Are Mrs. Townsend's trashcans still in the back? I'll have to use one unless you have some plastic bags. Our cans won't take your clippings; they'll be full with just ours." "I don't know. I'll take a look." "I'll go with you. Mrs. Townsend always kept her cans behind the garage. The trash truck picks up from the alley." The cans were where they belonged. I kept staring at him, hoping he couldn't see my eyes behind my sunglasses. It was his appearance along with his manner that made him seem so youthful. He appeared to be shy - or was it just the way small town boys reacted to strangers. Maybe innocent is the right word. Talk about conflicting emotions - I was overwhelmed by his appearance; he was so young I wanted to protect him, I even felt responsible for him, and, at the same time, I wanted to suck his boy dick and fuck his boy ass. I had never wanted to fuck anyone before. I wondered what was happening to me. (Was it possible that I was in love with the kid at first sight?) When he finished my lawn, he knocked on the back door, I invited him in for a Coke and he followed me into the kitchen. After I paid him he responded: "Thanks. What are you going to do with this house, Jase?" (Already he had a nickname for me. I liked that, hoping it indicated he wanted to be friends, and, it was a lot better that "Skinny". I walked him through the house, showing him the upholstered furniture, carpeting and floors I wanted to clean, explaining that I wanted to sell the furniture, then do some painting and put the house up for sale, He was admiring the recently remodeled bathroom with its new fixtures and tiled walls, when he suddenly unbuttoned his pants and they dropped to the floor. He said: "Excuse me, but I've gotta piss." Luckily, he was one of those guys who lower their pants and underwear when taking a piss, instead of just fishing their cock out of their fly and his pants were too ill fitting not to drop to the floor; he was not wearing underwear. I say "luckily" because if he was forward enough to take is piss with me in the room, I was damn sure forward enough to sneak a look at his prick. His bare skin was beautiful, his ass cheeks were smallish, and did I ever want to grab them right then and there. I didn't get as long a look at his cock as I would have liked but saw it too had beautiful, white skin and he was cut. "Jase, could I help you with what you're going to do? I get so fucking bored with nothing to do around here." "You mean that?" "Yup!" "Well, I would want to pay you." "That's cool, too." "What time in the morning, Jase - is 8 o'clock good?" "Fine." "See ya then." The minute he closed the door I had my already erect cock out of my pants jacking it to climax. (I asked myself what the hell was the matter with me? He's just a teenager. Shit, I didn't even ask him how old he was.) I knew I'd better play it straight when he was around. Why? I was attracted to him like I had never been attracted to anyone before. I didn't even know if he was gay and had no reason to believe that he was. When Lee had said he'd see me at eight in the morning it sounded ridiculously early. I wanted to sleep late and catch up on years of studying late and getting up for early classes. After a few hours, 8 AM seemed like an eternity. God, I just had to see the kid again and I couldn't wait until tomorrow. So, I looked in the phone book, found the listing and dialed Mr. Dalton. Lee answered. "Hi Lee, it's Jase." "I know." "You do?" "I recognized your voice." "Really? Well, uh, anyway, I don't have any food in the house and was going to eat out this evening. Would you and your grandpa like to join me?" "You wouldn`t enjoy that, Jase." "Why?" "He's very hard of hearing and doesn't go out much any more." "Ask him anyway and explain that it was me who asked." After a pause Lee came back on the phone and asked what time. "What time does he usually eat, Lee?" "Early, between 5 and 6 o'clock." "Then, I'll be in there at 5 o'clock "Thanks, Jase. See ya at 5 o'clock." Well, Charles Dalton, like everyone in Solomon Hills, remembered everyone who had ever visited a neighbor who lived in the same block, especially if they were relatives. I thought that was the end of the story until sometime later he told me the whole story about his relationship with Mary Townsend, my grandmother. Charles was genuinely pleased to see me again. We went to a place he recommended and Lee was amazed that Charles had two bourbons, a salad and steak followed by dessert. I had a couple of beers and Lee had a Coke but swiped swigs from my beers when Charles wasn't looking. Returning home, Lee had forgotten to turn on their porch light, but I had a flashlight in the glove compartment and helped Lee get his grandpa into the house. Charles headed straight for the bathroom. Lee followed me back to the car. "Thanks Jase. You really know how to handle elderly people. And, I had a good time, too." With that he threw his arms around me and gave me a hug. I damn near fell off the curb and I erected. Lee didn't seem to have the same reaction or maybe he didn't get big when he erected. I almost hoped it was the latter. I didn't care how small his prick was just so he had some feeling toward me. We accomplished quite a bit in the next few days and then; I think it was Friday morning when the phone rang (the first incoming call since I had been here). Lee was closest to the phone, so he answered. "Jase, it's for you." "Who is it, do you know?" "Carl Kruger." "Who is he? Do you know?" "He's the High School Principal." Well, Mr. Kruger had heard about me (probably through the gossip mill). Would I consider teaching, beginning the day after Labor Day? Could I come over to the high school so I could sign a fax request for a copy of my University Transcript? What subjects were I qualified to teach? He told me not to worry about teacher certification in Kansas as he could expedite that. This is just an example of his bombardment and I was just about to tell him (politely, of course) to fuck off. Then, I thought of Lee and I suddenly thought this might be a good idea - at least for a years' trial. Also, it might be the most frustrating thing I had even gotten myself into - being so close to Lee - especially if he wasn't gay. I took the plunge and told him I majored in Mathmatics and I could also teach History and Spanish. "What did ole Kruger want?" "I may be a new teacher in high school next fall." I didn't get a hug for this information but a running jump that ended with his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. Overpowered, I kissed him right on the mouth. To my utter surprise, he kissed me back, not once but twice. It was his turn to erect. I could feel it; he pulled his head back and looked at me with an expression of total surprise. A look that said: "What happened?" For some reason, we were both slightly embarrassed. (I instinctively knew that I had to justify this in Lee's mind. I sure as hell didn't want him to get turned off.) "Wow! Do I get hugged and kissed like that again if I accept Kruger's offer?" "You aren't angry?" "Angry? What are you talking about? Everybody needs some hugs and kisses once in while. That was great! Thanks Lee for being such a good friend." "Jase, you're cool. I sure hope you do stay." I accepted a teaching position in the Solomon Hills High School. This changed my plans regarding Grandma's house and I explained it to Lee. Whereas, I had been cleaning the house with the intent of selling it and transporting some of grandma's belongings to Alliance to storage with some of my parents' things, I now looked at the house as a place to live. And, that changed what I wanted to do with it. Now I wanted to get some new cupboards, countertops, sink, floor covering and modern appliances in the kitchen and save some of grandma's furnishings. Too, I wanted to bring the stuff I was storing in Alliance down here to Solomon Hills. Lee knew where to call an out of town U Haul and they were very nice - agreeing to my parking my car inside their fenced, secure area where they stored their trucks, since the trip would take several days. I planned the trip to take place a few days after a local handy man was to begin the kitchen remodeling. Lee seemed to slip into a funky mood as time approached for me to leave for Alliance. I guessed what the trouble was. "Hey Dude - could I persuade you to go to Alliance with me so you could help me load the rental truck?" Excitedly, he responded: "When are we leaving?" I had told him before but now I had his attention, so I told him again. If we had risen early, Alliance would have been a one-day drive but we got a late start, so stayed overnight in Ogallala, Nebraska, which was over half way. Ogallala is on Interstate 80 and has a selection of nice motels. After dinner, Lee wanted me to get a six-pack of beer to take back to the room (by the way, it turned out Lee was 16 and would be a junior in the fall). We drank the beer, watched TV and turned into bed - we had a room with a king- size bed. It was the only thing available when we checked in (honest). I literally, collapsed I was so tired (mostly from the nervous tension of being so close to Lee all day and talking with him so much). I told Lee I had sinus and couldn't sleep with the air conditioning on, so we opened the window. Consequently, I slipped into bed naked, as I knew it would get a little warm without the air conditioning. At some time, I awoke, aware that I was on my back with no sheet covering me. Lee was on his side and his right hand was fondling my erect cock. I had enough sense to play it cool until I knew what this was all about. His hand squeezed my shaft and then moved down to investigate my balls and then he started rubbing a finger around the corona of my glans and over my piss slit, when he did that I shot my load (Jees, but it was difficult to shoot and, at the same time, pretend to be asleep.) I did the best I could at making a sleepy sounding moan and turned over with my back toward Lee, knowing I'd probably never get back to sleep. After a while he scooted over against my back and put his arm around me. He felt around and found my cock, causing it to semi-erect again, and kept feeling it, even my piss slit. I guessed he was curious about whether I was sticky from my ejaculation. He was also jacking himself off while feeling me up. (Holy shit, he was driving me crazy.) I wanted to respond to his advances but was afraid I would scare him off. Then he seemed to calm down but he did not take his hand off of my cock. He continued to hold it as though the mere act of holding it was a pleasure for him. Well, now I knew! When things first started I thought that Lee might be asleep. But, he had continued playing with me and then playing with his own meat long enough that I knew he was awake, his feeling my cock was not an accidental thing; he was sexually attracted to me, or at least to men. He had initiated a gay sex act and it had made him cum. My only regret was that I had not participated, but I thought that was a future possibility and that was enough to satisfy me for the moment. I spent my sleepless hours wondering how to follow up on this new development. What could I do that would not seem too blatantly forward? I really did want to get into his pants after what just happened. And, I thought my chances would be best if I followed up quickly. Lee was up before 8 o'clock, just as he was at home. He jumped out of bed and took a leak without closing the bathroom door. "Jase, Jase, Jase!" "Huh?" He told me that he had started coffee with the coffee maker on the bathroom vanity and was going down to the Lobby. (When we registered there was a sign in the lobby about a free, continental breakfast from 7 to 9 AM.) "I'm going to get some breakfast stuff to bring back to the room, if I can't put it down to use the key, I'll kick on the door and you'll have to let me in." "Just leave the door open a crack. If I go back to sleep I might not hear you." As soon as he left, I jumped out of bed, took a leak and grabbed my Rand McNally Atlas so I could be looking at the Nebraska map when he came back. The Atlas was on top of the contents in my small, travel bag. Reaching for it, something suddenly hit me - I had a cockring in one of the side pockets of the bag. I worked my balls and shaft through the ring, turned on the bedside lamp, jacked my dick until it was on the verge of being erect and I put the atlas on my lap and pretended to be looking at it. Lee managed to open the door, place the rolls and bananas he had on the writing desk and asked me if I was ready for coffee - then he saw me. "Why are you naked?" "Oh, the guys in my dorm at college hung out naked sometimes in their rooms. It just became something that seems natural. Am I embarrassing you?" "No, I go naked in my room sometimes." "Besides, I had to get up to take a piss. Guess I had a wet dream during the night; my side of the bed is slightly messy; that's why I'm lying on the top sheet. The bottom sheet is sort of a mess; I think you must have had a wet dream, too?" "Hey, Dude, don't blame me, you just told me you shot off in your sleep." "Yes, but there is additional evidence on your side of the bed." "You're shitting me. I don't remember shooting off in my sleep." "Well, sometimes you wake up during a wet dream and remember what you were dreaming about that triggered it, which is kind of nice. Then, again, there are times when you wake up, don't know why it happened and all you can do is turn over and go back to sleep. Sometimes you don't even wake up." "What's that brass thing around your dick?" "Pour the coffee and I'll tell you." He came back from the bathroom carrying two mugs of coffee and put them both on the bedside table. "I'll scoot over, Lee, so you can sit on the edge of the bed." "Stay. I'll go around to my side and you can pass my cup over." (I imagined I could see a small tent in the front of his baggy shorts.) Anyway, he ended up on the other side of the bed, facing me, sitting cross-legged about even with my hips - without realizing it; he had selected a front row seat for the penis show I intended performing for his benefit. "What is it Jase? Tell me." "It's a cockring." I explained that guys wear them because they sort of make your cock hang out over your balls and look good when you're standing. Then they keep you from shooting a load too soon when you're getting head. "Who gave you head - a guy or a gal?" "An ex roommate; we took care of each other once in a while (small lie there)." "You mean you sucked his dick, too?" "Yes, and sometimes we would 69. Do you know what that means?" "Yea, last year a senior in High School gave me some porno mags. Some were straight and some were gay. I still have them. Want to look at them some time?" "Sure, bring them over some day. Haven't you ever had sex with a girl or another boy?' "I did, once, with this senior who gave me the magazines. We masturbated watching each other. I liked doing it but I didn't like the guy, so I never did it with him again." "I see." "Come on, Jase, what does that ring feel like?" "You mean: Feel like to me wearing it, or feel like if you were to touch it while I'm wearing it?" "Both." "Well, you can reach over and touch if you want to. I'd take it off and let you put it on but it might be too big or too small. You need the correct size for your dick so I can't tell you what it feels like to wear one." "Shit! You really mean you'll let me touch your cock?" "Put your coffee on the bed-table first; it's too early in the morning for me to cope with hot coffee being spilled down there." He felt around the ring, remarked how it felt warm from my wearing it and progressed to being a little more adventurous, as he maintained a constant dialog on how big my dick, was, how smooth it felt, how big the cock head was - in short, flattering the hell out of me, hoping, I guess, that I wouldn't call a halt to his touching game. His eyes were giving him away. I knew he was fucking hot. "You're getting bigger and getting harder. Damn, you have a big dick, Jase." "And, you're exciting the hell out of me, Lee. I've thought of a way to demonstrate how a cockring would feel to you if you had one on. May I?" I don't know what he was expecting, but I considered he had given me an opening, so I said: "Get naked." He ripped off his clothing and returned to kneel on the bed at the level of my waist. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the top of his shaft and behind his balls and gripped them hard. Within seconds his cock was totally erect and totally beautiful and I knew he had a big case of the hots. I told him I'd been curious about what he had between his legs and now I was going to take a good look. He had about a 4-inch shaft that was about _" inch in diameter (in other words it was quite thin). His glans was all out of proportion to the size of his shaft. It was huge and looked as though it belonged on a larger cock - to an older man; the head added more than an inch to the length of his meat. His testicles were small - about the size of a Robin's eggs and as exciting as hell. I loved his boyhood and I knew he was getting hotter by the second. He also had a surprisingly dense pubic bush; like his cockhead it seemed out of place on a boy and unusual because he had very little body hair elsewhere. "Oh my God. Lee! You're beautiful down here!" (I could just imagine sucking on him. With that big cockhead it would feel like a plunger going in and out.) "Do you really think so? Do you want to do something?" "I don't think you could stop me if you tried. I'm beyond the point of no return. I'm really hot for you." "Me, too. Hurry! Show me what to do. I've never done anything before." All of my previous emotions toward him flashed though my mind - being overwhelmed by his appearance, feeling responsible for him and wanting to protect him - now all I wanted was to queer him and yet I was afraid. "What's the matter, Jase?" "I'm suddenly afraid." "Me too. Do it anyway, do something, anything! I don't think I can stand it unless you do!" I turned so we were in a 69 position and both of us moved quickly and instinctively to nurse on each other's cocks. It apparently was a natural thing to do for Lee, just as it suddenly was for me. Climax came quickly for both of us. I was surprised that we both reached it at exactly the same instant. I told him when I was about to shoot and he pulled his mouth off my shaft and started jerking me with his had. I swallowed his copious, sweet boy juice. After I shot he put his mouth over my shaft again and we held the other's cock in our mouths until we came down from our sexual high. I quickly turned around and held him tightly; we kissed and kissed some more and tongued our mouths. All of my doubts about my sexuality vanished. I knew I was gay and there was nothing that I wanted more that sex with Lee. I loved him and I loved being intimate with him! Finally I suggested a shower and led him by the hand into the bathroom. Typically teenager, he had a remarkable recovery - his erection returned and he played with my dick in the shower until mine, too, erected; he seemed to both love a man cock. I hoped it quickly became a case of need as well as want. We had exited off of Interstate 80 and were traveling north, about 50 or 60 miles short of Alliance when he reached over and grabbed my crotch asking if we could do it again. I was torn - I didn't want to say no to him, yet I knew I just couldn't shoot another load, my balls just weren't capable of it, so I responded that we could do it anytime he wanted to but I doubted that I could blow a load again so soon. "God, Jase, I don't know what's the matter with me. "I'm out of my mind horny. I've never felt like this before. What the fuck is happening? Suddenly, the only thing I want is your cock and I can't get enough of it." "I understand, Lee. I feel the same. Unzip me and play with it until I can find a place to pull over. This truck isn't quite like a car. I don't want to get off on some dirt road that would be difficult to turn around on." When I found a spot to pull off the road, he said: "Jase, just let me play with it some more. If that bothers you, I'll take my hand off and just look at it. I know I can shoot if I jack off while just looking at it." "You are so fucking hot! Do what ever you want to. If you want to, go down on it, Baby - suck it. I think that's what you want to do." He pulled down his pants and then mine. Taking my suggestion he quickly swallowed me. He was a good cocksucker; starting with the cockhead he progressed to taking the whole thing deep into his warm, wet mouth. Looking at him eagerly going for my manhood, knowing he was enjoying it, I started to get worked up again. I couldn't reach far enough to wrap my hand around his erection, but I was able to use the tips of my fingers and thumb on one hand to circle the corona of his enormous cockhead. That touching, and watching him work on my cock, did its magic. I began hollering "Oh yea, Lee, suck it, make me cum, suck it Baby! To my surprise, he swallowed my cum this time and everything time thereafter when he gave me head. When finished, Lee wiped his lips with his hand, smiled at me and said: "I can't believe men's cocks are such damn, fucking, exciting things to play with." I grabbed him, pulled him up on the seat, pushed his head against the seat back and kissed him as I jacked him to climax. His lower body reared up from the seat. He shot his load as I wiggled my tongue around in his open, receptive mouth. We weren't 15 minutes on the road when Lee turned sideways in his seat, leaned his head against the window and fell asleep. I guess he was as sleep deprived as I was. I felt like paying him back and copping a feel while he was asleep. God but I loved him! We stayed the remainder of the day, that night, one more day and another night in Alliance before starting back home. We got more sex than we did sleep. During the return trip, Lee had composed himself a bit. At least he was down to sex at night in bed before going to sleep, again in the morning and once more sometime during the day, as his urge dictated. I realized that if I were to keep him as a lover, which I desperately needed and wanted to do, I had to face up to the fact that he was a teenage cum machine and I was going to need to satisfy his new found lust for cock. The upside was that I had finally satisfied all my doubts about my sexuality. I was as queer as they came and I loved boys - if he wore me out it would be a wonderful way to die or go crazy. By the time we arrived back in Solomon Hills Lee and I had both had more sex than we had ever had previously in our entire lives. It seemed to have transformed us. We were happier, more vibrant, and more confident, laughed more and obviously had a different outlook on life. More important, we felt easy and natural being around each other. Above all else, though, we were in love. While on the road, Lee had told me his dad, John, (Charles Dalton's son) had died some years earlier. After his death and when his mother was about to get married again, her husband-to-be told her he didn't want a kid from her former marriage hanging around. It was then that she asked his grandpa to take him. A short time later his mother was killed in an automobile accident. He didn't really miss his mom. His dad had been more important to him in growing up and it was his dad who he missed. I interpreted (right or wrong) that this bit of voluntarily given information could indicate Lee was looking for an older man who would be a father figure and, with his sexual orientation, such a father figure might also become his homosexual lover. At least, I found it interesting to contemplate. We were back home a few days when Lee asked me if he could take a day off; a friend, Luke Adamson, was going to Hays (Kansas) for the day with his mother and his younger sister. The mother had asked Lee to go along. I asked if he needed money but he said he hadn't spent any of the money I had been paying him so he had plenty. I gave him some, anyway. I was working alone when Charles hollered through the screen door for me. "Hi Charles, come on in." He looked around at what Lee and I had accomplished; I fixed coffee and sat down with him in the Kitchen. "Jason, since Lee is gone for the day, I wanted to come over and talk to you." (For some reason this raised my alert level immediately.) "Can I ask you a question?" (Oh, shit! Here it comes!) "I hope I have the term right. Are you what's known these days as Gay?" (Holy, fucking cow; what is the old man leading up to?) "Charles, I don't know how to answer that question." "Jason, the best way is to be honest. Your answer will never go beyond the two of us. Neither will it change the admiration I have for you." Then, he added: "Before you answer, let me tell you that your grandma thought maybe you were and I always suspected Lee was the same way. After my wife died, Mary Townsend was so wonderful to me - taking me out to eat, taking me to the market, taking me to Mass, taking me to doctor's appointments, taking me everywhere, inviting me over for dinner. We watched TV and spent the evenings together. Except for marital relations, Mary replaced my wife. If it hadn't been for Mary's love and attention I would not be sitting here with you, drinking coffee. You and I have known each other for a long time, not day by day, of course, but closely. With all the times Mary and I talked to each other about you and Lee, I began to see you as a son and Lee became almost like a grandson to Mary. Mary was in much better health than I; it is so hard for me to believe that she is gone." "Yes, Charles, I am gay. Will you tell me why you are asking?" "Because, whatever the two of you did on your trip to Nebraska, Lee came back transformed. You performed a miracle on the boy. And, truthfully, I appreciate it; I have been worried about him for a long time. And, that leads up to the main point of my asking you all this personal stuff, Jason. I don't want Lee to know, but I want you to know that my last visit to my doctor was bad news. While I am still alive I want to change my will. I want you to become the executor of my estate; I want to give you power- of - attorney. Also, I want you to adopt Lee, now. Never in my life had I ever been so surprised, so overwhelmed, so confused. Finally I managed a response: "Charles, first you asked me a question and I told you I didn't know how to answer it. Now you make a statement and I don't know how to respond to it. As you advised, I will be honest. And, honestly, I'm overwhelmed. I feel if I were to accept, Lee and I would be bestowed with legitimacy concerning our relationship - probably a blessing in a small town. Yet, I feel too young to accept the responsibility." "I feel the need for complete honestly between us, Charles. I Iove Lee more than I ever thought it was possible for one person to love another. I hope, but I can't tell you for certain if Lee feels exactly the same way or if he is experiencing a first time, teen infatuation that may or may not last. The last thing in the world I would want to do is hurt him. God, Charles, until a few weeks ago I didn't know what loving a boy could be like. Now I can't imagine the implications of being responsible for him, although I have always felt protective toward him. God! I'm not even making sense, I'm so confused." "You're making sense to me. Your reply confirms that you are a trustworthy, responsible and caring person, not that I didn't already know it, which is why I just loaded all this stuff on you." "Charles, I really want to say yes, but can you give me a few days to think about it. Too, I feel we should tell Lee before I decide, including your last visit to the doctor. Lee should have the final decision as far as I am concerned." "Fair enough. I want you to know, Jase, that I feel selfish asking you to do this. But, I just don't want to die without having made arrangements for you to look after Lee. Sorry about that." "Hey, there is no need for you to feel that way." About 5:00 Charles called saying Lee had called to tell him they were going to eat and go to a movie before starting home and it would be late. Consequently, Charles and I ate dinner out together. I was tired and went to bed early, upstairs in the attic that had been converted into a large bedroom with a small bath and closets under the low part of the eaves. (I should tell you, because of what follows, in Solomon Hills people rarely lock their doors unless they are going to be out of town for several days. In fact, my grandma's house keys were not on the same chain as her car keys and I still haven't found them.) It was warm, and I went to bed in the nude, as I usually do, and didn't even have a sheet covering me. I was sleeping soundly until I became aware someone was sucking my cock like mad. I hadn't heard anyone come into the house or up the stairs or undress and get into bed with me. Of course I knew it had to be Lee. I said: "Baby, it's all yours, go for it!" I hadn't masturbated when I went to bed so he took a large load from me. Then, he moved up beside me and we threw our arms around each other. After a five-minute silence, during which I was able to look at the digital alarm clock and see that it was 1:30 in the morning, Lee started to cry. I asked him repeatedly what the matter was and to please tell me but it was a while before he was able to speak. "Come on Lee, I'm going to snuggle up close and hold you tight and I want you to tell me why you're crying." "I want to, but I'm afraid to." "Why? "Because you'll think I'm crazy." "I already think we're both crazy, so why not start?" "I don't know what's the matter with me; we got home at 9:30 and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even jack off. All I could think about was you and doing it with you. I love you so much, and your cock, too. Until we started messing around together, I didn't even know it was possible to love another man, let alone love a cock. I can't explain it to you, but in addition to loving you it's like you have a power over me and your cock has a power over me. I don't even need to feel horny. I just want you to me near me all the time and I want your cock all the time; it's like your cock pulls me to it. Can you explain that? That's why I came over. I just had to have you." I kissed the back of his neck and his cheek and told him that I loved him, too. "Lee, I feel exactly the same; so, as I said, we are both crazy. I don't know that what we feel about our cocks has a name. But, I guess it wouldn't be too far off to call it Penis Power. It stands to reason that God created both men and women in such fashion that the area between their legs is highly charged sexual area. In the case of men and women, it was necessary to assure procreation. In the case of men who are gay, the male genitals are capable of exciting intense, highly charged, sexual desires in other males. Does that make sense? I never experienced it until I met you. I think your genitals are the most beautiful things that I have ever seen. Believe me, I love you and I love your cock and balls. I could spend the rest of my life, doing nothing but playing with them. Of course, that is impossible. Like the other parts of the human body, they, too, need periods of rest." "Jase, do you feel it is wrong, what we're doing?" "No, is that what's worrying you?" "I feel it would be wrong to do it with some boys, because they would think it was a forbidden thing to do. But, doing it with you seems so natural and right." "Lee. I tried it once with a girl in Greeley. I can tell you that I couldn't spend my live with a woman. The first time I saw you mowing the lawn, I knew I wanted you. With what we feel for each other it just can't be wrong." "Did you really? I wanted you the first time I saw you, too." "Jase, is there some way that you could be my daddy and I could be your son - even if it was just kind of an oath or a secret pact between us?" "Lee, tomorrow, we need to both talk to your grandpa. He talked with me today, and he approves of what we are doing. I'm serious. But, I want him to talk to us when we are together. There is more to it than that and I want him to explain it to you. Lee, lets go over and leave a note for him on the kitchen table, and then come back here for the night." "Alright. Let's do it naked. That would be exciting". Lee wrote the note before we left. Taking a flashlight, we crossed through the backyards and placed the note on Charles' kitchen table, left and did some kissing and fondling on the way back. Before going upstairs we grabbed some beers from the fridge. Safely back in the bedroom, Lee started giggling and laughing, which seemed to sexually excite both of us. Lee had started crying after he had sucked my cock so he hadn't shot off yet. I got between his legs, stuck my middle finger up his tight little boy pussy and took his big cockhead between my lips. I rotated my lips around his corona, paused there a while before going down on his shaft and then started sucking his cock and, at the same time, finger fucking his ass. The windows were open; it is a wonder the neighbors didn't hear him when he shot his load into my mouth - always hungry for his boy cum. TO BE CONTINUED - Comments would be both appreciated and answered.