Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 19:10:26 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 12 PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 12 Dear readers and friends. I say "friends" because so many guys have written me during the course of posting chapters to this story. Some have written back and forth to me two or three times and I have developed a real e-mail friendship with them. I am putting PART 12 in the form of a letter because it will be the last chapter for reasons I will explain later. Yet, I do not want to end things abruptly, so I will cover, in an abbreviated fashion, all that has happened in Solomon Hills up to the date of this writing - December 15, 2003. Actually, there is a second reason for brevity - neither Lee nor I have met any new friends so I have described all of the friends with whom we have had male intercourse, down to the intimate details of the sexual encounters. Then, too, there gets to be a pattern between sex partners. They tend to repeat each time that which excites them the most and gives them their greatest satisfaction. I want to qualify that last statement about patterns and satisfactions where Lee and Mark are concerned. They are young sex fiends and are always coming up with something new and different to either please or torment. Maybe they are correct. Variety is a good thing. And if an experiment doesn't work - just try something different next time. By the end of August, Kurt, Nate, Lee and I had managed to finish Lee's grandfather's house and were about 3 Saturdays of work away from finishing Nate and Kurt's; it was finished sufficiently, though, that they had moved in. We cleaned and polished the furniture from Lee's house in the garage and had an auction from which he made a surprising amount of money. Kurt told us not to list the house with the town's sole realtor because he also sold life insurance and his real- estate business was a sideline to which he gave little effort. So, we just ran advertisements in the local newspaper as well as in papers in several adjacent towns. One evening we got a call and arranged to show the house the next afternoon after school was closed. The house sold to the first couple that looked at it - an elderly farmer and his wife who wanted to move to town and leave the farming to a son and daughter-in-law who had been living with them. Again, Lee made a sum that more than justified the expenditure of money and labor that we had expended. He was one happy teenager. I was happy about it, too. By the way, before I forget, Lloyd Smith showed us Lee's farm properties. He recommended renewing all existing leases but advised us not to sell any of the properties. Besides the work on the two houses, I had grandma's yard enclosed with a tan colored, concrete block wall and had a concrete floor poured under a roof extension to the garage that she had erected a number of years ago but never got around to putting a floor under the roof to complete the project as a covered patio. There was a door from the back Entrance to the patio and there was a gate out to the driveway so we could get a lawn mower into the area. On Kurt's advice, I had him install a doorbell so that when anyone rang the front or back door bells we'd hear it out on the patio. Thus the gate from the patio to driveway was inaccessible to visitors - preventing unexpected interruptions. All visitors had to enter through the house. It was money well spent. Kurt, Nate, Lee and I did a lot of evening and weekend partying out there before the weather turned cold. We had a lot of fun, naked most of the time; sometimes one of us would get overly horny looking at cocks and give everyone blowjobs. Mark Anderson and both Pete and Lloyd Smith joined us frequently. One night the front door bell repeated rang. I went to answer the door and it was Pete Smith, completely stoned. Kurt helped me bring him out to the patio. I made coffee but nothing seemed to help him. Kurt and I dragged him up the stairs and Lee and I played with his dick for several hours before going to sleep. The real bomb of the year came just before school was scheduled to resume in September. Carl Kruger abruptly resigned and left town for a new job. The school board had an emergency meeting to select a replacement. There was no time to advertise the vacancy and interview applicants. The end result, to my utter astonishment was that they selected me as Temporary Principal until school resumed after the Christmas/New Year Holiday, or until January 2, 2004. Their explanation was the teaching staff said they all respected me and told the board I had a good rapport with the students. As well as I knew John Anderson, I didn't know he was President of the School Board and have wondered what part he played in my selection. But, the end result was that I have been far busier than I was the last school year. I miss the classroom environment but do enjoy settling the disputes occurring between teachers and students. One day a teacher sent Chris Martin to the office over a dispute about his conduct in her classroom. To discipline him, I told him to lock the door. I pushed my chair back from the desk; he unzipped my pants and gave me a mid-morning blowjob. He was a talented cocksucker, especially so when you considered his age. He didn't spill one drop on my pants and departed with thanking me for my fairness toward him. Mark Anderson talked his dad out of making him go to college - at least for one year. I think his dad will demand he go next year. So, he was still around and came over to the house at least once a week, usually on a Friday or Saturday evening, to spent the night in bed with us, me in the middle with a cute, sexy, oversexed boy on each side. The basement became a hang out place the minute the weather turned cold in Fall. I worried, as I had last year, that the neighbors would start complaining about the situation, but the boys parents, the teachers and everyone else that knew about it accepted it for what it was - a place for the high school boys to hang out with friends - a place that had adult supervision (some anyway). Summer 2002 neither Lee nor I had a vacation (of course we were not really dad and son until the last week in August). Then the Summer of 2003 slipped by and we still hadn't gone anyplace together. So, I have booked a Caribbean cruise during Christmas vacation. Lee doesn't know about it yet - thought it would be nice surprise to spring on him the day before the vacation started. So, for the last time - I want to thank you for reading my story. Don't worry about Lee and I. We're going to be together for a long time. Read something recently that I thought was pretty neat: "The past is history. The future is a mystery. Today is a gift; that's why they call it the present." My wish for you is a Happy Holiday and a Happy Everyday. Love ya, Jase