Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 17:44:34 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 4 STOP - Return to the page where Nifty posts a warning about who should not read the stories on this web site. The warning applies to the following story. PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 4 Lee and I made it to school in the morning by the skin of our teeth. After dinner he went into the Study and flipped on the TV. When I joined him I asked him to turn it off or click mute on the remote control. "What's up?" "I just want to talk to you, Lee?" The little prick scoots his butt across the sofa, puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "OK dad." At that point I might as well have reached down to the coffee table, picked up the remote and turned the sound back on. His words and actions had just proclaimed that there was no way I was going to say anything that he would take seriously, react to or not squirm out of. Lee called me "Jase" sometimes and "Dad" sometimes. He called me "Dad" when he was going to get emotional over how much he loved me, how glad he was that I had adopted him or how he reveled in our life together - when he was going to seduce me - when he was going to con me out of something - when he knew I was going to start a father-son lecture. In short, the prick had me by the balls, he knew he did and he knew that I knew and couldn't help it. I started anyway. "Lee, how did you get into that business on the table last night with Billy?" "I don't know. It just happened. You know how stuff just happens. Did it upset you?" "To a degree, but I was obviously in the minority. Everyone else certainly enjoyed it." "Obviously it did upset you and not just a little bit or you wouldn't be bringing it up." "Lee, what happened last night was only the indirect cause of why I'm upset. I guess the main thing I want to talk about is our lifestyle. Last night led me into a real self-examination. Was I being a bad parent - agreeing to join that group - letting you drink beer, not telling Kurt to forget the sex club? Forget the sex we have together, we started off that morning in Ogallala and it is both a strong bond between us and one reason your granddad wanted me to adopt you. But after I adopted you, I'm thinking I should have assumed more of a traditional parental role, become more responsible. I'm feeling guilty." "Jesus, Jase! You've got the whole thing wrong! The whole fucking thing!" I started to rebut but he held up a hand and stopped me. "Let me make my speech now, Jase. You brought up Ogallala. Well something you don't know is that you didn't soil those sheets because of a wet dream, neither did I. Working here in the house with you I tried to seduce you, dropping my pants and pissing in front of you, working stripped to my waist, all that stuff - hoping to God you liked boys and would be attracted to me looking at my bare skin. You could have taken my boy cheery anytime you wanted to without protest. I prayed you would. I needed you so much. Our sex didn't start in Ogallala". Even before we crawled into the same bed, naked, I was already so sexually frustrated that I was nearly in tears. Jase, you thought you had a wet dream but you didn't. I caused it - I was feeling you up and jacking myself off playing with your big cock. Oh, Jase, I love you so much." Again I tried to intervene, but he put his fingers across my lips and said, "Please, let me finish." "Jase, before you came along, I didn't have a life - I was more or less a loner and not very happy. Who knows where I would be if gramps had lived, or if he'd died and you hadn't been here to take me. God, you can't imagine how terrifying the thought of being left all alone in this world is to a kid, a teen aged boy, even for me who is about to leave the teen years behind. God, I would have been scared shitless. So, what I'm trying to say is that no matter what had happened, sooner or later I would have experimented with alcohol, tobacco, drugs, sex, you name it, just the same way a lot of teenagers do. You may or may not have screwed with the timetable but you sure as hell didn't cause it and you have never let me go overboard. In some ways you are strict. Something else I want to tell you before I shut my mouth is that I bet you don't have a clue that every kid in school, boy or girl, is so fucking envious of me they can hardly stand it. Why? Because you are my father, you are my dad and it shines through every day that there is no doubt that you love me or that I love you, that we respect each other, that you treat me as an intelligent person, an adult, which is exactly how every kid in school would like to be treated by their dads. We can laugh and joke together, smile at each other and aren't afraid to touch each other, even at school. Jase, there are both boys and girls at school that would die to have the same relationship with their parents as I have with you. Neither is there a teacher who wouldn't love to have the same relationship with their children. You know Jase, there is one, simple, little thing that we do that the kids and teachers, even Kruger, think is the greatest - you let me call you Jase and they know I do it with respect. Can you believe it? That just blows their minds." "Now hold on. Nobody, and I would know if there were, has even the most remote inkling of the sexual relation we have. Jase, why should you feel guilty? You have no reason to feel that way. Jase, I love you so much I can't even begin to explain it to you. I'm sorry, I can't go on." I managed to say, "You just did explain the whole thing and you did it beautifully." As had Lee, the night he came back from Hays, entered the house, came up the stairs to the attic and woke me up sucking my cock in the wee hours of the morning, I broke into tears. As I had done to him that night, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly until I could regain my self-control. He did a little crying, too, but he knew I was the one that needed the hugging. (Note: I knew that Lee was telling the truth about the teachers; from the time we had the Christmas Open House they had been telling me, one by one, how nice it was that Lee had participated. They couldn't imagine their kids doing the same. And, they had commented on the relationship between us, wishing their husbands could interact with their children as I did with Lee.) Lee turned off the TV, locked the door and switched off the lights, one by one, as we walked toward the stairs. Again, there was no sex; we were not fucked out, we were emotionally drained. We did a lot of kissing and said we hoped to spend the rest of the week taking it easy, but that was not to be. Friday afternoon, after school, Lee received a call and in the middle of the conversation turned to me asking if it would be OK with me if Jeff Wright stayed overnight with us. I asked who he was and Lee told me he was Luke Adamson's brother and he needed some help. So, I gave him the answer his blue eyes seemed to be asking for, "Sure, that's fine." Lee told me he was on his way over and hurriedly explained that Luke's mom had been married before and Jeff couldn't get along with Mr. Adamson so his father took him - Luke is 15 and Jeff is 17; he lives in Salina. He had come for a visit, found out from a neighbor of Adamson's that they had taken off for the weekend. He was leery of starting back home because he had heard on his car radio warnings of a possible blizzard and he didn't have a cell phone. "I guess Jeff uses his father's name and Luke uses his step-dads' name." Lee said yes and explained that Luke's younger sister was really a half- sister." Jeff arrived wearing very tight jeans, a red flannel shirt, a black, leather jacket and heavy, black boots. He had brown hair with ends bleached, brown eyes and earrings. Salina was much larger and evidently more hip and more open minded than Solomon Hills. The two boys went down to the basement, played pool and caught up on what had happened to them since they'd last seen each other. Jeff knew, through Luke, that Lee's grandpa had died and that I had adopted him. Soon, the temperature began to drop and blizzard warnings were continuing on the Radio and TV. Lee came up and asked if I would mind if Jeff and he cruised around town for a while to see if they could run into someone they knew. They were gone about an hour, returned home, asked if they could have a beer out of the fridge. It was about 4:30 and darkness was beginning to take over. At five I went to the basement and asked them what they fancied for dinner. Jeff suggested they go to the market pick up steaks and some packaged salad mix and he'd pay. I agreed to the idea, knowing the propane grill was clean, went outside and moved it onto the driveway, out of the wind. We ate about 6:30, Lee set the Dining Room table so we could eat in there; he even lit a fire in the fireplace. Jeff had brought an apple pie and we had it with vanilla ice cream and coffee for dessert. We switched on the TV and watched, waiting for an update on the blizzard; when it came it said the storm hadn't moved into Kansas, was still in eastern Colorado and the threat to Kansas was downgraded by the weather bureau. I told Jeff that since he didn't have a cell phone he might as well stay just to be on the safe side. Lee began surfing with the remote and found an old movie that had already started but which none of us had seen so we watched it. I settled down with a Scotch and the boys had a beer. Jeff remarked several times that he really liked grandma's 36" TV. The movie ended, Jeff asked if we had any videos and I directed him to the bottom shelf on one of the bookcases behind my desk. He couldn't find anything he was interested and asked if we had any porno flicks. Lee looked at me; I gave him a slight "I don't know" gesture and responded, "What exactly are you interested in, Jeff?" "Well, fuck movies, or better yet, bi-sexual - maybe gangbangs, that sort of thing, ya know." Well, I did know but at the same time I didn't know for sure what he was fishing for so I told Lee to help Jeff look in the bottom file drawer in the desk; he knew where I kept the key. Lee gave me a dirty look. I had two films I had been given by a guy in college and Lee didn't know about them. Jeff came back with both of them, and asked if he could have another beer. I picked up my glass and Lee followed me to the fridge and wanted to know why I had those videos. I told him and he accepted it, we went back, me with a Scotch and Lee with 2 beers. Those bi-sexual moves are all pretty much of the same ilk but I put in one that I thought fitted Lee's description, hoping he might reveal a little of himself while watching it. The plot, if any porno flicks really have a plot, was a series of scenes that started in a small grocery store just before closing time. In one aisle, a group of men and women had collected around a guy exposing and masturbating himself. The one and only casher was anxious to close and began looking down the aisles and asking people to checkout, including those watching the masturbator. Some shoppers did check out, the cashier locked the door and joined the action. He told everyone to move into the back room because he had to turn out the lights. After introducing the scenario, it moved along the predictable route of these movies - guys with huge dicks and women, who liked to suck cock, have their pussies eaten, twats fucked and their tits mauled, guys paying attention to the other guys as well as to the women. Fucking, screaming, close in cum shots - you know the picture. They were short videos and Jeff insisted of watching both of them. The second had fewer actors and a different scenario but other than that it was much the same. Jeff asked for another beer. Besides drinking beer his erection was transmitting through his jeans so clearly that I knew it was hanging down the inside of his left leg and was of a size to be interesting. He had no compunctions against giving it an occasional squeeze or a rub, thinking all eyes, like his, were glued to the movie. His comments followed a pattern: Jesus! Look the big dick on that black guy. Jesus! Look at the big dick on that skinny guy. Jesus! Look at this or look at that. The only variation being: Look at him plowing that cunt. Never did he comment on the girls, their looks, their shaved pussies or their tits (always big). This is not to say that the men didn't turn on Lee and me, too. I told Jeff he could sleep in the Bedroom down the hall, past the Bathroom. He asked where Lee and I slept. I told him upstairs in the attic Bedroom. He invited himself right up, much to my dismay. Lee and I begged off of going upstairs immediately saying we wanted to clear the table and load the dishwasher. Lee was as irritated as I was and we hashed the matter over. Lee told me we should tell him to get out; for one thing he had been looking forward to getting humped. I responded that I didn't know what to do - I'd like to tell him to take a hike, but he was Luke' brother, Luke didn't know Lee was gay, which didn't matter unless Jeff initiated sex and we refused him, or otherwise turned him off, he might tell Luke stuff that just wasn't true. We agreed to let Jeff lead the way if sex became an issue - let him do what he wanted to. Jeff's clothes, underwear included, had been tossed on the floor, he was in bed and in the middle. I didn't dare even look at Lee. We got in bed, naked as we always do, our backs to Jeff and turned out the light. You could feel the tension in the air. Nobody made as much as one move or one sound until at least a half an hour had passed and Jeff booms out, "Lee, are you jacking off?" Lee, still in an irritable mood responded, "No, what the fucks the matter with you?" Another five minutes passed and Jeff says, "Jase, are you jacking off?" Lee turns on a lamp and with a defensive attitude says, "Why are you asking Jase that?" Jeff responded instantly by throwing the down-filled comforter to the foot of the bed. He had a magnificent erection ready for inspection. We didn't spend any time inspecting; Lee had his mouth over it in a flash. Meanwhile, I inspected Jeff's other attributes. He was nice, very nice, a patch of hair in the middle of his chest and a treasure trail leading from his navel down to his pubic bush; other that that his torso was hairless. His legs were a different story. He had the hairiest legs I had ever seen on a young man. I got out of bed to get a better view of Lee swallowing his dick. He saw me stand and said, "Man! You're hung. Ram that horse cock up my ass." I crossed the room to a dresser where I kept the KY jell and when I returned Lee had brought him to climax. Jeff had arched his back raising his mid section up and off the bed and his cock was shooting white, ropes of cum into the air and one after the other. "I waited and then asked him. "You still want to be fucked?" "Oh, yea, man, just give me 5 to catch my breath." "How do you want it?" He rolled over onto his back, reached around and spread his cheeks. I lubed and entered him. The minute I got it in about 3 inches he began to complain. "Oh shit, take it out. You're killing me." "What do you want me to do?" "Put a couple of inches in and fuck me that way." "Well fuck you Jeff, and I don't mean with my horse cock." I didn't even try to put it back in. "What's your game, Jeff?" "I don't understand? What game." "Don't give me that crap. I recognize a game when I see one." "What do you mean, man?" "You asked for it, so here goes. You wanted to watch a bi-sexual movie, you commented on all the big cocks, how they fucked and rarely ever commented about the girls. You rubbed and played with your erection all through the movie, invited yourself into our bed, asked me to fuck you and then couldn't take it. If that isn't a game tell me what is." (Note: I had taken all the psychology courses required for a Degree in Education but I couldn't figure Jeff out. He was a contradiction to everything I'd learned.) "To start with the beginning. I honestly didn't want to drive back to Salina, Lee was the only one I could remember of Luke's friends - Luke was always talking about Lee. I really liked both of you guys when I saw you. I guess you want to know about me sexually, too?" "That might be interesting." " I had a few girls I liked and scored with but they wouldn't let me do it a second time. I like to fuck, but I'm weird, I guess - I can't get into kissing, tits, eating pussy, so I don't get them worked up and I just go on and fuck them anyway. I guess I don't satisfy them, so they break it off with me. Shit, I've developed such a complex. Tonight, I didn't want you guys to think I was gay, so I asked for a bi-sexual film, thinking it might lead to something. I don't know and I have no objection against it, but I wasn't sure if you guys were into gay sex or not. Jase, if you want me to leave, I will." "I think you've finally been open and honest, so just stay." "Can we go on and do something together?" What do you suggest that you can carry through with, and what kind of foreplay do you think you can engage in?" "Please, Jase, you or Lee guide me. Will you?" Lee got out of bed and opened the drawer where we keep our cock rings then went down stairs and came back with a bottle of poppers from of the fridge. (To keep this story on the truth mark, Lee and I don't use poppers every time we have sex - our sex is hot - we don't need them.) We use them occasionally - when a sex partner wants to use them - and when special circumstances warrant.) He returned to bed, told me to face Jeff, turned off the bedside lamp and pulled up the sheet and the comforter. I took it that Lee was going to take charge and I was right. I don't know what kind of foreplay they had but, after a while, he told Jeff to throw his left leg over me and I knew, from Jeff's grunts and oaths when Lee entered him and when he handled Jeff the brown bottle and told him what to do with it to dull his pain. I was surprised how long it lasted. Lee really fucked him; to quote Kurt, he made a man out of him. When Lee had shot his load into Jeff's ass, he asked me, "You erect, Jase?" "Big time!" Feed this guy some cock, make a cocksucker out of him and then told Jeff to pass the bottle back and forth with me. If the truth be known and he wasn't already a cocksucker, I did, indeed make him one. If I as much as paused, he pleaded with me for more. In fact, his pleading was so in earnest that I decided to practice a little deliberate denial. The second time I popped my dick out of his mouth it practically sent him into trauma - like a guy who was suddenly denied access to the drug he was hooked on. His cocksucking finally got him off and he fell back and into exhaustion. Lee and I soon followed. Jeff, full of thanks and apologies left Saturday morning after breakfast. Before he left, however, I gave him a little farewell speech: "Jeff, I hope you enjoyed last night after all the preliminary troubles. Now you know a little about the guy side of bi-sexual relations. My advice, if you want to re-explore the gal side, is to find an older woman and just outright tell her you want her to teach you how to fuck. You've got a nice dick and I'm sure some women in her thirties would be keen to get fucked by a teenage cock; she might even cheat on her husband to get some. Let us know how you make out" Lee and I went back to the Kitchen for a refill on our coffee and I noticed Lee had written on a note pad the words "Lloyd Smith" Holding it up, I said, "What's this?" "Damn I forgot to tell you. Lloyd called just before you walked in the door yesterday and then with Jeff phoning I forgot all about it. He invited us over tonight for a light supper." "I should call him back." "No, I accepted for us. We are to be there at 4 o'clock. So we went back to bed and set the alarm for 2 o'clock. I was intrigued. I'd wanted to hook up with Lloyd; he seemed interested, yet, at the same time, he held back. It was almost like he was being evasive. Lloyd's house was a two story Colonial, brick, painted white - one of the very few brick homes in town. A single story portion jutted out in front at the north end and provided protection for the Entry from the north wind. The Garage was attached at the south end of the house. Lloyd's son, Pete, home for the weekend from college, greeted us at the door, and led us into a large Solarium at the back of the house. Walking into it was like walking into a different world - a rain forest in some tropical country. He explained that Bobby was spending the weekend at the Andersons and his dad was upstairs showering. "He puttered around so long with his plants that he forgot the time and said to give you his apologies." After looking around the room, Pete said, "Lee go upstairs, the door immediately to your right is Dad's room. See if you can hurry him up." Then, to me, "Jason" let's go to the Library and have a drink. The Library was entered through the Living Room but also had an exterior door. Pete explained that the arrangement allowed his dad to take unexpected, business related callers into the Library without having to invite them into the house proper. "Do you ever drink Martinis?" "I'd love one." He mixed them, motioned me to the couch in front of the fireplace, told me liked to sit sideways so he could put his drink on the long table running behind the couch. I did likewise, Pete slipped off his shoes, so I again followed suit thinking the reason was to prevent putting your shoes on the leather cushions. After several sips of our Martinis, Pete moved his foot between my legs and rubbed them against my crotch. "I know Lee, but this is get acquainted time for me with you. Guess you went to your first Tuesday get together at Anderson's this month?" "Sure did?" "Did you like it?" "You know I did!" "Dad wants to talk to you about it, later on." "Do you mind my exploring foot?" "It's given me a hard on." "Me, too." With that he gets up, locks the door and mixes the 2nd Martini, sets them both on the table, gives me a wet kiss and says, "I never like to let an erection go to waste", and reaches for my zipper. I put my feet back on the floor and reached for his." Young boys are handsome to different degrees. Some mature faster than others and acquire a manlike handsomeness. Others are between being handsome and being beautiful - almost like a woman. Pete stopped just short of being feminine in his good looks. He was breathtaking and when I saw his cock, I fell in love with it. It was a strong 5" and the head was large enough to be a prominent feature. He was cut but from the head down to the circumcision line and his penis was red. It intrigued me; it looked so tender, so sensitive, almost to the point of soreness. Mine evoked the standard response, "God but you're big." When our pants came down, I saw that, as a member of the Anderson Club, he too was shaved. Like my dad, I'm mostly oral, Jason. Take me first and then I'll take you. He sat on the couch, with only his white sweater on - no undershirt, and pushed his butt out to the edge of the couch. On my knees, between his legs, I cupped a hand below his balls, fondled and explored his teen cock and began to service him, as slowly and erotically as I could. He lay back on the couch closed his eyes, rested a hand, gently, on each side of my head and enjoyed the blowjob I was giving him. Then, it was my turn. He did even more exploring than I had done, holding his hand with fingers extended along the underside of my shaft and kept moving them up and down. He said he was feeling the weight of my cock. "Jase, can I call you that? I noticed Lee and my dad both call you that." I leaned forward and kissed him to indicate my consent. "What does it feel like to have a really big cock? I don't mean when you're having sex; I mean when it's soft, tucked away in your pants and you're just standing, or sitting in a chair, like in your classroom in front of a class. Do the kids see it hanging down your leg? Do they stare?" "I think I see what you're driving at. Yes, I am aware of it. There is a certain amount of heft to it even when it's flaccid. And, yes, I do catch both boys and girls staring at it occasionally. But it doesn't bother me enough that I've consider having it shortened." He kept interrupting his sucking to say, "God, but sucking you is so great", or making other, similar comments. He left no doubt but that he was enjoying it and I gave him a good-sized reward. He got up, unlocked the door and we continued talking until we finished our 2nd drinks. At one time he asked me if I wanted to have his dad and I replied very positively that I did. He then said, "I'll give you a clue, he wants you, but you're going to have to take the initiative". When we joined Lloyd and Lee in the Solarium, they were sitting in the tiled, center portion, furnished with patio type furniture, drinking Sherry and Lee was more animated in his movements and more talkative than I had ever seen him. It was obvious that not all of it was attributable to the Sherry since Lloyd was much the same way. The two of them had been having sex. I was a bit miffed. Lee had gotten to him before I had. The light supper wasn't quite as light as I had imagined - salad, steamed Salmon, escalloped potatoes, vegetables and French bread with cake and coffee for dessert. The conversation Lloyd wanted to have with me concerning the Anderson's Lodge centered on its size. Lloyd thought the place was ideal for our purposes but just too damn big. It would be hotter with only half the main room lit and only one of the bedroom wings used. He also thought coffee should be available before people started home - sort of a sober up thing. If I agreed with him he was going to call John Anderson. When it came time to leave, Pete kissed me in front of Lloyd, held my hand a little longer than it took for a goodbye hand shake and said, "I hope you enjoyed the evening as much as I did; I look forward to the next time." On the way home Lee remarked that Lloyd and Pete were really nice and kind of different than most people in Solomon Hills. I asked him in what way? He replied - "More refined, more polished, more gracious. I don't know. I guess I'm trying to say they have a lot of class." In bed, I asked Lee what he and Lloyd had done. He asked me why I thought they had done anything and I told him because I could read him like a book. He responded by telling me I should go first and tell him what Pete and I had done. Throwing his technique back at him, I asked him why he thought we did anything? "Really, Jase! I can't read you like a book, but I don't have to. You're honesty sometimes comes out as transparency. When you saw Pete open the door I thought you were going to fall apart right there on the doorstep." I told him what Pete and I had done, he thought the foot business was sexy and said the next time we watched TV he was going to try it. Lloyd and he had also had oral sex. I asked him if Lloyd had come on him and he replied no, it was the other way around. When I entered Lloyds' bedroom the bathroom door was open and he heard the shower running, I went in and hollered and Lloyd said he be out in a few seconds. He came out, dried in the bedroom and I saw he had a nice cock, but didn't think anything more about it until he started to get underwear out of a chest of drawers and he erected. God, Jase, you've never seen anything like it. You're always talking about Penis Power; well I just dropped to my knees. He said he didn't think I could take it so I told him to at least let me try. "So what was so special about his erection, it's size? "No! It starts straight out from his body and then it curves down to point at the floor. I' didn't know cocks came that way. I was mesmerized." Lee hadn't been fucked last night and neither of us had slowed down in our need for sex, so I wasn't surprised when Lee turned on the light, threw the comforter aside, grabbed my cock and went down on it. The next day, Sunday, was to be the last quiet weekend day we were to have together for some time. Donna Adamson, Luke and Jeff's mother called and started to apologize for Jeff having imposed himself on us. I told her it wasn't an imposition that we'd quite enjoyed him. And, besides they were always so good to Lee, trips to Hays and the Holiday trip to Denver. She said they were very fond of Lee, he was such a nice, polite young man; then added that she wished Jeff wouldn't dress as though he were a punk rocker. I told her I had seen lots of teenagers who dressed like that but he was really a very nice young man. Donna said that one's children sometimes had dual personalities, one for their parents and one for people outside the home. I agreed. There was no way we could have prepared for the remainder of the winter days. It was a good thing we were at least a little rested when we returned to school Monday. TO BE CONTINUED - Comments would be both appreciated and answered.