Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 14:53:51 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: CALIFORNIA BOY COCK 3

Richard absolutely would not give up on letting him move in with me.  After
a week, he wore me down.  He had paid a months rent on his one room digs in
case he did find work, and moved in with me, slept on the air mattress, used
my washer and dryer and I gave him pocket money for cigarettes and beer.  He
ate his meals with me and when he found a one or two day job, I fixed a sack
lunch for him. I won't try to kid you for a moment, I liked Richard, I liked
his big cock and he was company.  It didn't turn out, though, to be a case
of getting it when I wanted it but a case of when he wanted to give me some,
which most often came when I was not expecting it, like one Sunday morning,
I was sitting at the kitchen table, bare above the waist, nursing a mug of
coffee and reading the comics section of the Sacramento Bee and started
laughing at one of strips I particularly liked.  Richard, who had been in
the shower when I brought the paper in, appeared behind me, he was naked and
leaned over my shoulder to see which comic strip was making me laugh.  "I
always like that one too." He told me and then draped his cock, 8 inches but
not erect (maybe he'd been working it up in the shower) over my shoulder.  I
turned my head to look at it and he began rubbing it against my neck and my
cheek.  That was enough for me and enough for him.  It was time to "take
care" of him, as Randy called. It.  I'm telling you this so you'll know what
I mean that it had to be Richard who wanted it.  Within two weeks he moved
back to his own one room apartment.  He'd found work with a contractor
building a new house and it had every prospect of lasting for quite some
time.

The move gave me mixed emotions.  He had been like a safety valve for me.  I
still missed Mickey terribly, worried about and thought of him so much that
I sometimes needed a little relief now and then - if for nothing more than
to get my mind above my belt for a while.  The first morning after Richard
moved out, I left the door ajar as I walked a few feet to pick up the
morning paper.  As I turned around I saw a tabby cat going in.  It meowed up
a storm in the kitchen and kept looking up toward the counter tops.  There
was no way to misinterpret what it wanted - it was hungry.

It had a collar around its neck, but no ID tag.  It was so friendly I knew
that it was not just some stray that had been roaming the neighborhood.
After feeding the cat some of my breakfast and eating myself, I took her to
the post office in the car with me and stopped afterwards at Apex's one and
only veterinarian.  He told me that it didn't belong to any of his customers
that had cats, it wasn't wild, in fact it had been declawed, was about 3
years old and was a female.  He guessed someone in town had moved long
distance and couldn't take her so had left her behind.  Being the sucker
that I am, I decided to keep her.  Her being a tabby cat, I guess, is what
led me to name her Abby. (Tabby - Abby - I must have been hard pressed for a
name at the time.) The same morning I went to the local market and bought
both dry and canned cat foot, bowls, a plastic tray, cat litter, and a pet
bed for her to sleep in; a few days later I phoned the vet's office and made
an appointment for Abby to get whatever kinds of shot cats needed.  Within a
week it was as if it was Abby's house and I was the one that had walked in
when the door was open; she had completely taken over.  I guess cats are
that way.

The following week, Jim and I got to talking about how nice the summer had
been, so much cooler than the temperatures the TV gave out on SAC and Jim
warned me to expect much colder temperatures than SAC in the winter.  Next
Sundays newspaper was filled with ads for winter coats, gloves, hats, etc.
I found an advertisement for a department store in Roseville, a little
easier to get to than SAC, so having nothing more important to do, I went to
Roseville to get some clothes for winter.  I'd walked only a few doors down
the mall from the department store and walked into a pet store out of
curiosity to see if there was anything I thought Abby could use.  At eye
level was a cage of puppies, all in a pile sleeping one on top of the other
- except for one who kept looking at me and wagging its tail at me.  I put
my finger through the cage, she began licking it and it was then I realized
it was a girl. The sign on the cage said "Yorkshire Terriers - $250.00".
Unfortunately a young sales clerk was right on top of me.

"Aren't they the cutest little things?  They are pure Yorkshire Terriers but
without papers.  People who breed the dogs and can document their lineage
want a hundred or a hundred and fifty more than we sell them for.

The one that was awake kept standing with her two front paws on the cage
bars, looking at me, whimpering.

"That girl is the brightest of the litter.  She'd make a wonderful pet."
The puppy's little bare, pink stomach was so cute and so was her hairy
little face and big, dark eyes.

"I've got several packages already, I don't think I could get her safely to
the car,"

"We have cardboard carrying cases with handles and I'll carry her out to the
car for you - my boss won't mind."

I looked around and found a lease, a dog's bed, a feeding bowl and a water
dish and handed the clerk my credit card.  I'd stop at the market on my way
home and get some dog food.

Looking at my name on the credit card, the clerk said, "Mr. Townsend, have
you ever had a dog before."

"No."

"When you pick a name you should pick one that ends in an 'e' sound, even if
its not spelled that way - like Sally, Lucy or Sadie, those kind of names.
They say puppies catch on to their names faster when they have that sound at
the end."

"I immediately thought of 'Vicki' and just as quickly forgot it, mulled over
some more names - Carrie, no, then the name of a girl I'd liked way back in
junior high school came to mind and I told the clerk I was going to call her
Cece.

"One more thing, Mr. Townsend, here is a vet's record of all the shots she's
had.  But, you should make contact with your own vet as soon as possible in
case of an emergency need.

The car was hot, so I rolled the windows down to let it cool off, sat on the
edge of the front, passenger seat, door open and my feet sticking out the
door and played with Cece.

Suddenly it dawned on me I had a cat at home. Cece kept licking my hands or
my face and I knew there was no way I could take her back to the store.  She
slept all the way home with her head on my lap and all the while I was in
the market buying dog food.

Once home, Abby started immediately attempting to secure her turf and tell
Cece what her bounds were going to be.  They both made very careful, slow
advances toward each other when they thought they get by with it.  By
bedtime they had made no progress but evidently decided to call a truce
until tomorrow.

I put a towel beside the bed for Cece to sleep on but that was no dice, even
if I held my arm over the edge and petted her.  After a long trial at this
and other ways to calm her down, I lifted her up and put her down by my
feet.  She immediately walked up and put her head on the pillow.  I guess
she thought if it were good enough for me it probably would be comfortable
for her too.

September changed into October, at first the days didn't vary much from
September but every night became increasingly cooler.  Then, as if October
were a lucky month for me, good things started happened.

First, Dick called from San Francisco; he was coming up here with 3 other
guys to go fishing.  On the day they arrived, I had lunch with them at the
Lodge before they went on up higher to camp out at Hidden Lake.  Two days
later, mid-afternoon, he knocked at my door with 6 trout.  They'd had
phenomenal luck and were eager to share with anyone who would take some.
Frank and Randy came over for dinner the following evening.

Next, one day, during the noon hour, Carolyn called and wanted to come up if
I was going to be home.  I backed the car half way out of the carport so
that we could sit in the shade and assembled two folding chairs and a small
table.  On her arrival I put both Abby and Cece on leashes and secured them
to the leg of my chair. They always seemed content to be where I was after
Cece had conducted her usual sniffing around routine.  Carolyn mostly just
wanted to talk.  Like me, she still worried about Mickey, where he was and
why he'd never contacted either of us.  We found no answers, even after we
ran through several scenarios.

This time she was more direct in blaming her husband than she'd ever been
before and was beginning to wonder and worry if something was wrong with
him, if he was having a health problem, maybe he had a brain tumor or
something else that was causing his outbreaks of violence, concluding it was
useless to talk to him.  He had no patience with or respect for doctors.

After a while we went inside and I fixed a teapot of Earl Grey Tea and
opened a tin of Walkers short bread.  Mickey had sort of dropped out of
being the topic of discussion until Carolyn, out of the blue, said:

"Jase, I think I should tell you that, although Mickey didn't tell me, just
a mothers' intuition probably, I know Mickey is gay and I suspect that you
are, too. I know he talked of you all the time and I know he spent a lot of
time socializing with you in addition to doing odd jobs.  I'm glad the two
of you were close friends.  He didn't make friends easily.  I think he
needed you, or someone like you, long before you and Vicki were married."

"Carolyn, I can't say I'm not surprised, because I am.  Neither can I deny
what you've said and I wouldn't even if I thought there was a chance of
getting by with doing it, because it's true.  I'll go you one even better
though, Mickey and I were lovers and we were, at the same time, in love. I
don't know if you're ready to accept that, or not.  I just threw it out so
you'll understand that his disappearance has been very emotionally draining
for me and I worry about him constantly.  I know it has been the same for
you."

"Believe me I do underhand.  You have been the only one that understands
what I've been going through, because you've been going through the same
thing.  I don't know that I could take it if I didn't have you to talk to.
And, I think we better change the subject again, or we'll both be crying."

I was also happy when Lynn Rogers started calling me saying that the
interest in Vicki's house had picked up.  She'd shown it twice in the past
week and one other realtor had shown it as well.

The third week in October the weather deteriorated rapidly.  It began on a
Tuesday night.  The wind blew all night.  I couldn't sleep and even the
animals were restless.  By daybreak Wednesday the wind died down and was
replaced by a daylong drizzle.  Thursday it was a slow steady rain all day
and Friday it was torrential. I figured the nice things that had been
happening to me in October had come to an abrupt end; I spent the day
reading a book and fixing a large pot of one of Vicki's best achievements -
homemade chicken-noodle soup.  The book was a mystery that really got me
going.  I smoked too many cigarettes while reading it and at 7 o'clock I was
still buried in the book and hadn't even had my first high ball of the
evening when the phone rang - it was Lynn, she wanted to know if I was going
to be home for a while as she needed to come up; she had something that
required my prompt attention, which I assumed meant that she had had a
reasonable offer on Vicki's house and needed me to sign acceptance or
refusal documents.  Being it was such a cold, miserable night I decided on a
Manhattan instead of my usual Scotch and Soda, took Cece out under the
carport roof to see if she was ready for her evening pee or poo, and she
accomplished both (I'd clean it up in the morning), I picked her up, wrapped
a towel around her and dried her paws, took her in and finished my
Manhattan.  The funniest thing about my taking her out when she had to go to
the bathroom was she started repaying what she must have thought of as
kindness and followed me into the bathroom evrerytime I went in there and
stayed with me until I left.

A car honked right in front of my carport; I opened the door and looked out.
  Lynn's red Mustang, engine running and headlights on was in front.
Someone in with a long, cape like raincoat was bent over getting something
out of the trunk.  Whoever it was slammed the truck lid and Lynn started
backing out of the driveway.  God in Heaven, it was Mickey.  We hugged and
hugged and hugged some more and he warned me not to kiss him because he had
a terrible cold.  He explained my dilemma on how Lynn he had happened to
meet.

He'd hitchhiked from San Francisco starting this morning, went to Vicki's
house a little over two hours ago, saw the for sale sign, didn't want to
call his mom, so he called the number on the for sale sign to see if they
knew where I was.  Lynn immediately came to the house to pick him up, took
him home and ran his clothes through the dryer while he changed into dry
shoes and drank a mug of hot tea. She loaned him an old raincoat of hers and
drove him up here.

"That was really kind of her and it was a good thing she didn't know you
lived less than a block away."

When we finally calmed down, I saw he really did look pale, tired and
obviously was not feeling well. I asked him if his clothes were completely
dry, he said they were.  I got him a sweat suit of mine anyway and had him
change into it saying that the house didn't heat all that well when it was
really cold out l and I used them as pajamas.  He wanted something to drink;
I gave him a Manhattan, thinking it wouldn't taste all that much like hard
liquor. He remarked that he liked it and asked for a second one, which I
also had before dishing up the chicken soup of which he had one and a half
large bowls.  I had him take two aspirin.

He didn't feel like answering any questions.  I asked him if I should call
his mother.  He was against it in fear she and his dad would drive up
immediately   and he was afraid of his dad. I told him we really should
contact her; she'd been as frantic as I had been.

"Mickey, just to protect you, right after I talk to her I'll go out and move
the car to the parking lot of a hotel called the Lodge.  There's always a
lot of cars parked there overnight, and I'll walk home - it's only a block
and a half away.  We'll turn out the lights and go to bed, which you need to
do anyway and if they knock at the door, we'll ignore it.  It they persist
I'll call the police.  I swear to God nobody is ever going to attempt to
harm you again."

So I called Carolyn, told her the good news explaining he was well and safe,
related to her Mickey's concerns about her coming up here tonight.  He
wanted to go right to bed and that I'd have Mickey call her in the morning.
He didn't want to talk about anything tonight so she knew as much as I did
for the time being.

To play it safe I moved the car, returned home, turned out the lights,
pulled out the lower part of the trundle bed and moved it over in front of
my computer desk.

I told Mickey the bed was too small for both of us but he wanted me to lie
down beside him and hug him until he went to sleep. He was on his back; I
put my arm across his chest and tucked my hand under his armpit. He took my
hand, slipped it beneath the waistband of his sweat pants and placed it
right on his flaccid cock.  His going to sleep didn't take long.  Cece, of
course had begged her way into bed with us but was content, for once, to
stay at the foot of the bed.  When ready to get into my own bed I moved
Cece, too.

Sleep eluded me.  Did Lynn know I was gay?  Was her closeness to Vicki
because they had a sexual relationship?  Surely Mickey had come to stay
instead of for a visit?  Finally I drowsed off and the night turned out to
be uneventful and it was late morning before Mickey awoke.  I was up at 7
o'clock - Cece had to go back outside again and I went with her; I never let
her out on her own.  Mickey was still feeling squeamish and couldn't decided
on anything he fancied for breakfast, so I convinced him to try Cream of
Wheat with milk and
brown sugar sprinkled on top.  He also had a cup of coffee, took two Tylenol
and got back into bed to wait for his mom.  I taped a note on the door for
Carolyn to just come in, as I knew Mickey would fall asleep again.  He had
called her and she was expected around 11 o'clock.  I was going to take Cece
with she but she and Abby had decided to be civil to each other, at least
for the moment, and they were already positioned on the foot of the bed with
Mickey.  Leaving, I told him I
had left a can of coffee, bread and butter out on one of the kitchen
counters, told Mickey where the soup was and his mom would know how to heat
it in the microwave.  Anything else he needed and couldn't find he could
call me on my cell phone, I'd left in on the computer desk.

I was almost as paranoid as Mickey about his dad, so I parked in the block
up on a side street that no houses faced.  From there I could see past a
vacant lot and through the space in front of Frank and Randy's house.  If
his dad got out of the car with his mom I go back on the pretext that I'd
left my billfold in another jacket.

Finally I settled down with my book, smoked too many cigarettes again and it
was 2'oclock before I looked at my watch.  When I looked across the vacant
lot, Carolyn's car was gone.  I had no idea how long she'd been gone, but I
went back home.  Mickey was back in bed but Carolyn had piled a bunch of his
winter clothing on the sofa.  At least she had accepted the fact that he'd
be staying with me and not going home.

Two more days and Mickey was over his cold. I knew because he called out my
name as soon as I came back in from taking Cece out at 7 o'clock.

"Jase, have you ever gotten horny when you've been sick?"

"Probably, but I'm that way so often I probably didn't identify it with
being ill."

"I took my sweat off, lying here naked waiting for you to come in.  Do you
want to get in bed with me?"

It was a stupid question and I'm sure he knew the answer before he even
asked.  I dropped my sweats on the floor as I walked to the bed.  He held
the top covers up high and I could see his naked body and his boy cock,
already erected, as was mine.  Once I was in bed, he scooted down under the
covers.  I could not see but I most certainly could feel that glorious
sensation of his mouth opening, moving down on my penal shaft and closing
momentarily before sliding up and down my manhood.  God, it had been so long
and I had sometimes wondered if it would ever happen again.  It was a warm,
intimate act of love between a man and a boy and, as always with Mickey, it
was beautiful because as he had told me long ago, we were making love as
well as having sex.

After I had an orgasm and after he had to - just sucking on my cock had
triggered his, we went to the bathroom and then got back into bed.  He lay
facing the wall and I crowded up to his back and put my arm around him.

"Jase, I'm ready to tell you about what I've been doing if you're ready to
listen?"

"If you're sure your ready, then I'm ready, too.  I know that you and your
dad had a heated argument, your mom intervened and you were out the door.
This much your mom related to me.  By the way she had hoped you had come up
to spend the night at my house.

"I would have loved that but I was afraid he might look for me there.  I had
a backpack already packed, with my driver's license and birth certificate in
an envelope.  It had been ready for weeks.  All I had to do was grab it and
I was off.  I also had nearly $500.00 from working for Vicki and for you.  I
hitchhiked to San Francisco and in a couple of days I found an early morning
job at a Mc Donald's and another guy that worked the same shift took me home
with him.  It was a one-bedroom apartment and had seven kids living there
after they accepted me. They let me live there rent free until I earned more
money.  Most of them were hustlers.  One of the guys got me a job at a
waiter in a regular restaurant where he worked.  I was off work there at 8
PM and I, too, started hustling after I got off work, with some advice from
the other guys as where to go, all that stuff.  Mostly the guys that picked
us up were older and all they wanted to do was fuck.  The only good thing
about the whole deal was the money.  Lots of time they'd just let you find
your own way back to wherever you were going. I got sick of it and came back
home.

"Did the guys who picked you up wear protection?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you call home or call me?"

"I was afraid my dad would find out.  I hope you're not angry, Jase."

"I'm not so don't worry about it."

That night we were kind of late going to bed; Mickey had been sleeping so
much he just wasn't tired, so we watched TV.  Cece was now able to jump up
on the lower portion of the trundle bed so she was already asleep. We turned
out all the lights except for one of the lamps located at each end of the
bed.  With Mickey on his back, head, raised up so he could watch my man cock
slowly enter his body, I began to fuck his boy hole.  I was hot for his body
so I had to keep reminding myself to take things easy.  I was filled with
passion because of the love I felt for him and lust of not having had him
for so long, but I wanted it to be good for him as well as for me.

As soon as I was able to establish a slow, rhythmic motion he closed his
eyes and the corners of his mouth moved up to indicate a small smile.  He
was obviously enjoying being fucked.  Having climaxed once earlier in the
day, I was able to fuck him for quite a while.  His cock became flaccid
while I was entering him but after we'd gotten further into fucking it
slowly erected, began to spasm and poured out his cum on his stomach.  Mine
filled his love hole.

TO BE CONTINUED