Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 19:00:08 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 9 PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 9 I will try to relate the highlights of the week with the house full of KSU guys on their spring vacation without making it too long and drawn out. As you will remember, In Part 8 I accounted for Saturday, their first full day here. Despite the fact that Saturday night I had given Mark what he had been wanting from me - a good fucking - when Sunday morning rolled around, a bunch of the guys were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and I was making more coffee, when Mark came up from the basement, naked except for his jockey shorts; he walked directly over to me, stuck his thumbs in the elastic of his jockeys and opened them as far as the elastic would stretch. His teen cock was erect and positioned horizontally in his shorts. He looked me in the eye, I looked down his shorts at his beautiful boyhood, knew what he wanted and followed him when he turned and went back downstairs. Everyone in the Kitchen was watching us and gave me a knowing smile. Mark hadn't said one word the whole time. Once inside the room where he had slept, he locked the door, pulled my bathrobe back and off my arms and threw it on a chair then ripped the underpants off both of us. While kissing me, he kept moving me backwards and pushed me down on his bed, still warm and cozy from his having slept in it all night and stuffed pillows under my head. I was in for another mouth fuck. Generally, he was slow and gentle, but not this morning. His cock was filled with morning hardness and he was eager for the pleasures and sexual relief that only his penis could provide. He soon climaxed, he was so hard and so hot it was inevitable. My mouth filled with huge globs of his warm, sweet, teen cum as he ejaculated several times. He reached down, pulled the top sheet and blankets over us, even over our heads, locked our mouths into an open mouth kiss, reached down and stuck my hard cock between his thighs. He immediately reached around to feel my cockhead protrude at his back, just below his buttocks. I knew what he wanted me to do. There, just below his ball sack, his crotch area was a warm, moist place to dry fuck him. Luckily I started to cum at a point when my cockhead was not sticking out his back, so I paused to cum in his crotch, just under his balls. My warm cum lubed the area and I kept fucking him until I lost all hardness. Even after climaxing I left my cock between his legs. We stayed in that position, still covered with sheet and blankets, in the darkness for at least 10 minutes. As yet, Mark had not uttered one word. It was me who broke the silence, "Mark, when you came upstairs you didn't go to the bathroom. Don't you have to piss?" "I got up half an hour ago and pissed in your laundry sink, sorry about that. Then I came back to bed and kept thinking about you fucking me with your big dick last night and got myself so horny I just had to go up and put the make on you." (I have to go back to when this week of partying was first arranged with Pete Smith, because it bears on what happened Sunday afternoon. In agreeing to let this spring break episode take place, I had forgotten something that worried me for weeks - what if Luke, Lee's straight friend that he had gone to Denver with during the Christmas Holiday, suddenly came knocking at the door or phoned wanting to come over? Lee told me the Adamson family generally went someplace every holiday, so not to worry. But, it wasn't until one day that Luke came over and told us they were going to Oklahoma City during spring vacation that I finally relaxed.) Sunday afternoon, around 1:30, Robbie called and wanted to know if he and Chris Martin could come over. Chris Martin is a freshman, I have him for Beginning Algebra and he often came over after school with the other guys in the basement gang. After Lee hung up the phone from talking to Robbie he said he had something he wanted to tell me. It seems Robbie wanted to bring Chris with him. Robbie lived next door to Chris and two weeks ago Chris had told Robbie that he was gay. Too, in the past two weeks they had been fooling around with each other. I voiced a ton of doubts and objections, but, as usual, Lee won. He has his ways with me. However, before I relented, I told Lee to watch for them, have them come to the back door and I wanted to slip out to the garage with all of them, Lee, Robbie and Chris, to talk to them before they came in. Back on the phone, Lee gave Robbie a rundown of what was going on here, so when they came and I took them into the garage, they knew what I was talking about and my concerns. At the last minute I grabbed Mark and asked him to join in. Chris must be 14, he has a thin face, black hair, and brown eyes; he is an all over striking looking boy and his looks are enhanced by a great smile. If he were older, I think the kids would call him a nerd - he is quiet, conscientious and interested in his schoolwork. Robbie and Chris must have sensed they were up for interrogation. Mark shook hands with Chris and Chris immediately kissed him as well as both Lee and me. I guess Robbie and Mark both guessed that I was being necessarily cautious, so a little proof of Chris' sexual orientation would probably be in order, so Mark said to Chris, "Show us your cock." He unzipped and took his cock out of his pants. "Robbie then said, "Lower you pants and pull down your shorts, show them the whole thing." He was one of those boys blessed with a good- sized member early in life - he had a nice piece of boy meat for just being 14. I was in every respect similar to the, circumcised penis that Mark had. Robbie led again. "Mark and Lee, Chris had shown his, I think it's fair we all take ours out. Jase, will you show him yours?" "Lee saw my reluctance. This wasn't the turn I thought things would take." "Oh, come on dad. Be a sport. Chris is trying." So, with Robbie, Mark and Lee, I dropped my pants and jockeys. Chris immediately exclaimed, "God, I didn't know they got that big." Mark asked him, "If Jase would let you do whatever you wanted to do at this minute, what would you want to do?" Chris didn't answer; instead, he reached over, lifted up my cock, put the first two or three inches in his mouth and began jacking his cock. He was now hard as hell and, like Mark, almost 6 inches. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and said: "OK. Boys, let's go in the house." A couple of guys were drinking beer at the kitchen table and I introduced Robbie and Chris to them. Their eyes lit up. I guess Mark putting the make on me earlier had gotten around and they were now of the idea that young boys were sexy things and might be a lot of fun. Since Lee had been on the phone to Robbie and we had been in the garage, everyone got a nice surprise after Robbie and Chris hung their jackets on the hall tree in the Entry and we went into the Study. There, watching a porno was Jon. He hadn't been there when Lee and I had left for the garage. Jon did not constantly watch porno films, but there he was, same as yesterday, no shoes or socks, naked above the waist, stretched out on the couch, with his enormously long cock sticking out of his purple corduroys, unbuttoned at the waist and unzipped with the fly spread wide apart, just as I had spread it yesterday. I introduced him to the Robbie and Chris. Lee, Mark and Robbie were fascinated with Jon, but of course they had seen large cocks on their dads, on Kurt at the club meetings and Mark and Robbie had seen mine, but man cocks were a hot, new thing for Chris. He went over and knelt on the floor in front of the couch. He might have decided he was gay a short, two weeks ago, but I guess he came by cock worship in a hurry and that is exactly what he was doing, worshiping Jon's exquisite example of manhood. Jon smiled at him and Chris took out his dick and started masturbating himself. Jon is a man who doesn't seem to have much to say but he stopped Chris. "Chris, that is something you can do alone when you are in bed at night. You don't need to do it here. There are other, better things to do here. Are you through puberty, yet? "Yes." "Take off your pants and show me." When Chris dropped his jeans, Jon told him he had a really nice bush for a young boy and a big cock, too." "Do you really think, so?" "I know so. If there's one thing gays are knowledgeable about, it is male genitals. I'm going to raise my butt up and I want you to pull off my pants then take off your jeans and your shoes." When accomplished, Jon turned on his side and scooted his back as close to the back of the sofa as possible and directed Chris into a 69 position. "I'd like to suck you. Do you want to suck on mine?" "Yes, but I don't think I can take all of it." "Don't worry about that, few people can. Just have fun with it. And I'll help you cum." I moved over and knelt at the edge of the sofa to keep Chris from falling off. (If you believe that, you'll believe anything - I just wanted a close-up look at the action. I wanted to see my cute, 14 year old, Beginning Algebra student get his rocks off for the first time with a man giving him a blowjob and while he was sucking part of a huge cock in his mouth.) I knew that, besides sucking a big cock, Chris was changing his life forever. It made me reflect on how off-and- on an attitude I had about my own sexuality and to wonder how many exciting experiences I had missed as a result.) Jon turned out to be the perfect man for Chris to have his first adult experience with. He didn't crowd Chris or do anything that would cause him discomfort or arouse distaste. He didn't even give Chris a blowjob. He simply took Chris' penis into his mouth and gently cupped his testicles with a hand. Chris' cock was now encased in the sexual warmth and wetness of Jon's mouth and his balls were nested in his warm hand. Jon knew the boy would climax without being sucked on. Maybe he was remembering the first time, as a boy, he had sucked off a man. Chris, however, fully aroused during his cock worship, went after Jon's love pole with enthusiasm. I think it was more than just enthusiasm. As young and inexperienced as he was, he was making love to Jon's penis, he was experiencing something of which he had thought about, thought about so often, in fact, that it had become a dream, an obsession, a consuming sexual need. And, those desires and needs had started to produce strange and powerful feelings in his groin; feelings that he could only relieve by beating his meat. In time Chris had realized all these strange feelings were brought on by thoughts of the male sexual organ and never by thoughts of a vagina. He came to realize, with some fear, that he, even though still a boy, was a queer, a homo, a fruit, at best a gay. In desperation he turned for help to his best friend, a friend a couple of years older, a next-door neighbor; maybe he could him. As some Supreme Being, who believes that we are all created in his image, had guided Chris to Jon a few minutes ago, to the perfect man to guide him through his first adult encounter; that same Supreme Being had, a few weeks ago, led Chris to the perfect confessor, Robbie. I don't know what transpired, but Chris had found a warm reception, not rejection. What I do know is that Robbie, the son of a minister, had he not been able to help Chris, would have taken him by the hand and remained with him as Chris talked to his father, Robert. Whatever happened, Chris had received assurance that being different was not being bad. Watching Chris pleasure both Jon and himself with his loving attention to Jon's incredible penis, I was glad I had consented to letting him and Robbie come over. Again, Jon proved to be a perfect partner. He had probably never partnered with a young boy but he quickly found and yielded to the excitement that is so inherent in sex between an adult and a boy. It was to be expected that Chris would climax first. His slender, teen body began to spasm as his cock erupted into what must have been the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. I told him to keep sucking on Jon, as the best was yet to come. I knew the boy had Jon hot; he was taking a good 6 inches of Jon's cock. Then, sure enough, it happened. Jon began hollering at Chris to pull off as he was going to cum. I encouraged Chris to keep on sucking. "Oh my God, Oh my God. I'm going to cum in your mouth." Chris knew what he meant but he kept on sucking until it happened and he had his first load of man juice. I was surprised, though, that Chris swallowed it. I had taken my dick out and masturbated as I watched them. I climaxed at the same time Jon did. Luckily I found a Kleenex in my pocket to shoot into. Although Chris and Jon had experienced climaxes intense enough to make their bodies jerk, they had been very tidy. They had swallowed their rewards. I didn't want to be the one to make a mess. I went to the Kitchen and checked on how the ham was baking and started preparing potatoes and other vegetables when the four boys walked in and asked if Chris and Robbie could stay for a sleep over. I agreed, and by phone their parents agreed. The four boys walked, together, to Robbie and Chris' homes to pick up a change of underwear and some toiletries. The evening drinking started, but I forbid Chris to indulge. Frankly, I was pooped and disappeared into the attic before the choosing of partners began. Later, when I was awakened by Lee getting into bed, I told him I wanted to check on Mark, Robbie and Chris, as I felt a responsibility toward them. So, I went down, turning on lights, as every thing was quiet. I locked the exterior doors, and walked around until I was satisfied all of them were OK. Each of them was fast asleep, safe and wrapped in the arms of a man. Chris and Robbie were in the first floor Bedroom, sleeping one on each side of Jon. Mark was in the same basement Bedroom as the night before, sleeping in the twin sized bed, wrapped in Nick's arms. When Nate had thanked me for taking them in for their spring break, he told me he had connected with Lee and that was his first experience with a boy since, he himself had been a boy. Lee told me he liked Nick, so I felt Mark was safe spending the night with him. Jon and Nick had just experienced, for free, what men all over the world, from Berlin, Amsterdam and London to New York, San Francisco and Los Angeles paid large sums to get. Large sums paid to agencies, clubs, or, on the streets to pimps or to boys themselves, all for the privilege of bedding a young boy for sexual purposes, many of which are probably kinky beyond my imagination. Going back up stairs to cuddle up to Lee, I thought - Shit, what is going on here. This place has almost become a whorehouse. One night's sleep didn't sufficiently refresh me, so I started slipping up to the attic for afternoon naps. One afternoon, I awoke to find Nick sitting on the other side of the bed, legs crossed and smoking a joint. "What a wonderful way to wake up." "Sorry, Jase, I came up here to shower and saw you taking a nap. I love to look at guys when they're asleep, it's so erotic somehow." "I know what you mean." (Shit, if he only knew what I'd done to him Friday night.) He still hadn't shaved so he was extra sleazy looking now. That, and other things about him, only added to his desirability and to the hardness of my penis. Remember, Pete and I had put him to bed in his T-shirt. Now he was stark naked which exposed 3 tattoos. One was a ring around his upper, right arm - sort of a linkage of leaves or chains. The second was an English bulldog, open mouthed, ready to bite his left nipple. The third arched across his stomach, in ornate, Old English script spelling out "S M O K E", what ever the hell the intended message was supposed to convey. I had always thought tattoos were graffiti on the human body, nothing more, and I never wanted one, myself. But, now, all hot for sex with him, I praised each tattoo, one by one, rubbing my fingers over them and sucking the nipple where the Bulldog was poised. In other words I displayed an interest in them as an excuse to arouse Nick. Dressed, he was an OK handsome guy. Naked he was just pure sleaze; he hadn't been born that way but he had cheapened it himself by allowing some needle artist in some cheap tattoo parlor to choose some insane design to indelibly scar his body with. He was probably drunk at the time. But, above and beyond all this, he had one, magnificent, captivating feature that redeemed everything else - his cock, which looked to be 7" eventhough flaccid and it's unique juncture with his cockhead, plus his large, hairy balls. Too, although, some would call it another distraction, I loved the smell of his body. I was glad he had detoured on his way to the shower. To be fair in describing Nick, I should also say he was a very masculine person - the most masculine of all the KSU guys and, that alone made him desirable. To get him would be almost as much fun as seducing a straight dude into his first homosexual encounter. "Do you want to share a joint?" "OK. But I've got to go to the Bathroom and get a drink of water, first." I put on my bathrobe and detoured by the kitchen to grab a bottle of Scotch and a bottle of Vodka, my objective being to get him loosened up. When I returned he was on his 2nd joint and we shared it. His ultra fat dick was completely flaccid but it was still long enough and his balls hung low enough that they both rested on the bed between his spread legs. Damn, I was getting to be such a horny asshole it was actually embarrassing. Like the first night I saw him naked, I couldn't resist staring at his cock. Nick saw me staring and the message was obvious - I wanted him. He said, "Take your jockeys off!" (I thought to myself: Fuck, he's a top. I was hoping he was a bottom. I wanted to fuck the shit out of him. Now I was the one that might end up getting fucked.) The prick had me, or so we both thought. He had spread his cards on the table, so to speak (actually it was the sheet) and displayed the Power of his Penis. But it turned out I was not yet defeated. When I lowered my jockeys, my erect 8" cock with its big cockhead, sprung from its confinement into full exposure and full glory as a large, excited and erected specimen of manhood. By accident, the spot where I stood, beside the bed, taking my shorts off was bathed by a shaft of sunlight, somehow directed by tree limbs, the eaves on the house, or some other circumstance, directly onto my lower torso. My penis was bathed in the golden light and my cockhead shined, as it had never done before. Nate was staring at it; he was transfixed and his cock rose to full erection, it was as big as mine. I had won. I would now top him. I would suck his cock and I would fuck his love hole "Damn, Lee told me you were hung, but I can't believe it. You're every bit as fucking big as that guy Kurt. And, damn, look at that piss slit!" Now in command, I took charge of the game and started by saying, not asking, "Light up another joint." I had already shared half of a joint and he had had 1-1/2, so far. I wanted him not in the condition that he was when he was in when he was flopped on my bed Friday night, but I did want him so sexually aroused that he would be ready for fooling around and agreeable to anything I suggested or attempted. I had in mind loving up his cock with my mouth and then fucking his ass - fucking it good - I had the hots for the sleazy dude and I intended taking him in a big way. We were, at this point, on our 2nd drink and 2nd shared joint. After we were finished with the joint, I made my move and started fondling his fat cock and big balls. He gulped his second drink. I bent forward and kissed him as I pinched his nipples and slowly masturbated his cock. "What are you going to do?" "You probably have a computer and know what `downloading' means. Well I'm going to do a little down throating on your fat dick. I liked it the minute the guys dumped you on our bed. After that I'm going to grease up and slip my big dick into your fuck box." "Which reminds me, who took my jockeys off." "Pete" "I can't find them, I even looked under your bed." I pushed him back on the bed. His fat penis and balls, his hairy arms and legs looked just too damn good. I was going to go all the way. I reached into the lamp table drawer and found a half full bottle of poppers and the tube of K-Y. Took a hit from the bottle, put on the cap and threw it on the bed. I went down on him. He picked up the brown bottle and took a hit, laid back and obviously enjoying being sucked. Oh God, Jase, don't make me cum if you're going to fuck me. He pushed on my shoulders trying to lift me off his cock. Please, fuck me. I had him hot and I didn't want him to shoot either, so I pulled off and asked him how he wanted it. First, he wanted to lube me. He squeezed a good amount on his fingers and twirled them around my cock and over the head. I then lubed his chute. He held his legs in the air and my cock slipped between them and disappeared into his love hole. His cock was pointing up and flat against his stomach. His balls hung down almost to the entrance to his love hole. Looking at his genitals excited me as I was entering him, making me even harder. He was going to be one, hot fuck. From the way we had first started out, I thought he might be a top, but once I started plowing him, there was no doubt but that he was a cock-loving bottom. He was a sleazy little pussycat that loved to be fucked. He liked my big dick up his twat. I knew I could fuck him for as long as I could hold out. I didn't give a shit if he shot his load first or not, if he didn't want it after he climaxed it was going to be tough shit, I'd just push him back down on the bed and continue fucking him. I thought of the first time I had fucked Lee; he just closed his eyes and went into a fantasy world. Not Nick. He turned into one wild ride. After two pauses for poppers, he really got heated up; he made fists of his hands and was actually pounding me on my chest and hollering at me. Oh my God, I've never been fucked this hard. Don't stop! Don't stop! When he climaxed he was such a wildcat that I shot my load deep into his body at the same time. I didn't pull out of him; I just leaned back a little, reached down and began masturbating his cock, which still had a little hardness. I knew it was agony for him, he was trying to raise himself into a sitting position, but I pushed him back down and continued masturbating him. I made him pop his nuts for the second time and then we collapsed together. Once down from his high, he got into a kissing mood and was kissing me all over. With his whiskers it wasn't too great for me, but I let him continue. After the way I had fucked him I felt I owed him a little something. Well, things didn't go as I had envisioned. But, you can't plan sex, it just seems to steer its own course. Especially with two men, attracted to each other and all sexed up - when they get to going on each other anything can happen and, believe me, it generally does." We showered together and went downstairs. When I looked at the clock I was shocked. Nick and I had fooled around longer than I thought. I hadn't gone to the market, looked in the freezer and there was nothing that I could defrost in time to fix a decent dinner. I decided the easiest way out of the dilemma would be to go to what Lee and I called the Sleazy Diner, the one where he had spent the evening with his shoe off and wiggling his foot in my crotch. (Guess this was my day for sleazy things.) To do otherwise, everyone would be drunk before I could get anything on the table. Kurt had been quitting early ever since the on-going party had started and the minute he and Nate arrived we went to the restaurant. Before Kurt arrived though I had started a nose count. Robbie and Chris had left; I wasn't too sure whether they had or not, so there were 10 of us. I knew Millie would push some tables together so we could sit as a group. When the table was ready and we were walking toward the back of the restaurant, several men in booths, with their wife or families, greeted Pete and shook hands with him. Once seated, it became obvious that everyone was sneaking looks at us. That was understandable. It was not every evening that 8 handsome studs and two cute boys sat down as a group. As it happened, maybe with a little shuffling around on Matt's part, I ended up sitting with Matt on my left and Randy on my right and directly across from Lee. (I knew what that was going to lead up to as far as sneaking sips from my drink and his playing footsies.) Pete suggested that we all order the same thing or our meals would be brought out one by one over a period of 30 minutes. He further suggested the T-bone steaks, as they were sort of the house specialty. Before Millie, the waitress, took our meal orders she took our bar orders. Pete was seated next to Lee and convinced me to have a Martini. If you remember, Millie is the waitress that always brought an extra glass for Lee when I ordered beer, because she had seen him sipping from mine. Tonight, I'll be damned if she just didn't set a Martini in front of Lee and another in front of Matt. The little shits both gave me a big wink, but I don't think anyone except Pete actually noticed. (God the owner and I could be locked together for the night in the County Jail if someone outside the group had observed what was going on.) Second round of drinks, the same thing happened again. Thank God the steaks finally arrived. They were large T-bones and very good. As you know, boys don't chew and swallow their food - they just seem to inhale it, so Matt and Lee were the first ones finished and they, almost as if they had prearranged a signal, started their tormenting. The worst part about it was that there were no tablecloths hanging down to block sight lines. First came Lee's foot, shoeless, wiggling in my groin. Next came Matt's hand, first placed on my leg then groping and then trying to unzip my pants. Randy, seated to my right sensed something was going on and he leaned back in his chair until it was resting only on its two rear legs. He looked over and said: "You seem to be a popular guy with the boys." "A little too popular for a restaurant. Sometimes they're incorrigible." "It's a good thing you have the patience for it." "Right now my patience is a little thin. Would you consider changing seats?" "That might be fun. They are cute as well as being mischievous." We changed seats. But it did not deter Lee or Matt. Lee's foot just played in another crotch and Matt's hand just had another fly to unzip and a new cock to play with. The fact that they were playing with new meat just served to intensify their efforts. At one point, Randy's mouth dropped open and stayed that way while he gasped for his next breath. I don't know whether Lees' foot and Matt's hand had succeeded in getting him off, or what. It was fairly obvious by this time that the 4 of us would be sleeping together tonight. Driving home, Nate was in the front passenger seat and two teenage monsters had Randy between them in the back. The others rode in Pete's car. It took less than five minutes to drive home but in that time they had pulled his shirttail out of his pants, had his pants unzipped and he had four busy hands down the back of his pants, poked in his fly, up the front of his shirt playing with his nipples. It was a distraction even to my driving. Once in the garage, Randy put himself into some semblance of order and the four of us walked directly to the stairwell and climbed up to the attic. The two boys went into the bathroom and I could hear the shower running and them talking and laughing. If nothing else came of this week-long party, it had brought Mark and Lee closer together than they had ever been and that was a good thing. As Randy and I undressed, Randy said, "I've never been with a young boy before. What are we going to do to them?" I chucked and replied, "Those two are so wound up, I think you should have asked what are they going to do to us. I think our main activity will be protecting ourselves from them. I hope you can stand being tickled. They are both good at tickling attacks." I described Randy when I met him in the Kitchen the first morning they were here - tall, 6'-5", with long blond hair. Just now I say his cock so I can tell you it is somewhere between Jon's and mine in appearance - probably just shy of 8", thin but not as thin as Jon's, a cockhead that was just right for his shaft and his balls were good sized - like the size of a walnut. Just as we finished undressing, the bathroom door opened. Mark and Lee walked toward us, holding hands. Their beautiful joysticks were erect and protruded 90 degrees in front of their smooth, skinny bodies. They were an arousing sight - Mark with his man sized cock and Lee with his sweet, thin member, capped with that cockhead as big or bigger than mine. Their skin was paled by the lack of sun during the long winter and absolutely free of even the smallest blemish. Their hair was combed, but still wet. They were so clean, their hair was so neatly combed and the fact that they were holding hand made them look younger than they actually were and more innocent than I knew they were. Randy looked at them, almost in disbelief. He knew they had been having as much sex as any of the men in the party group. He knew they were as knowledge as to what males do with each other in bed as he himself was. By the time they walked across the room and stopped in front of us, Randy was already fully erected just from looking at the two. He dropped to his knees in front of the boys and looked at them, up and down, until he finally said: "Jesus. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. May I touch your genitals?" Both of them nodded their consent. After Randy finished, Lee went to the bathroom and came out with two large, bath towels and some Vaseline skin lotion. They had us lay on our stomachs and they started giving us both massages. I was glad that Lee chose me. I was surprised he gave a damn good massage, after which he fucked my mouth. I guess he and Mark had been sharing the things they liked to do with each other. They wanted me to turn around so my head was at the foot of the bed, so Randy and I could watch each other as we fucked the boys. I was so glad that Lee had chosen me and let Randy have Mark. Lee's cock had tasted so good and felt so good when he fucked my mouth. I really enjoyed his super cockhead as he pumped it in and out of my mouth. Of course, both of them liked getting their boy boxes fucked. Both of them were on their backs. Before I shot my load, Lee told me to stop and jack him off while my dick was still hard and still inside him. We both climaxed before Mark and Randy so went to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. One that was done, Lee threw his arms around me and just didn't want to stop kissing me. I loved it when he was in one of his kissing moods. While Randy and Mark were cleaning themselves up, Lee said he thought it had been fun having all the KSU guys, but he was glad they decided to leave Good Friday morning because he was lonesome to spend the remainder of the Easter Vacation with me - nobody else around - back to the two of us having sex during the day and in bed before we went to sleep. I told him I had missed him, too, eventhough we had slept together every night. As soon as the lights were out, we got into our usual position with my arm around Lee. Sometime during the night though, I must have turned over facing the middle of the bed. Shortly thereafter, I woke because Randy was masturbating me. I felt down, found his erection and did the same to him. We both climaxed and then continued to hold each other's cock until we fell back asleep. All of that time, not one word was spoken between us. TO BE CONTINUED All responses will be welcomed and answered.