Date: Sat, 04 Jun 2005 21:56:19 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: CHEYENNE Cheyenne is the state capital of Wyoming and where I live. If you clicked on the story because you thought it was going to be about the Cheyenne Indians, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am fascinated with the Cheyennes but don't have the smarts to write about them. My name is Jeremy Monahan and, at the time, I am 12 years old and live with my parents, John and Mary in a small, 2-bedroom house on Snyder Street, a few blocks south of Pershing Drive. Snyder, as well as the parallel streets on each side are filled with houses of identical floor plans, varying only in roof shapes, porch details and paint colors -- one of Cheyenne's very early, post World War 1, subdivisions. My dad's a real nice guy with a dry sense of humor and a very quick wit. He works for the Union Pacific Railroad. It's a good thing he has a sense of humor as it balances out my mom's almost fanatic devotion to church, home and her pride -- if that sounds weird you'll catch on later. Mom is English. My dad says she's what the English call house proud -- everything has to be perfect. I remember once, about two years ago, her older sister, from Illinois, came to visit us and she told me, on the QT, that the family all called my mom "Holy Mary" behind her back. I still think of that sometimes and every time I do it makes me smile. We're Catholic but I attend public schools. I don't know how that happened. For sure it wasn't mom's idea. I never question it - just enjoy it. One more paragraph of introductory background and I'll get on target. My mom and dad both were born in Illinois. My dad has an older sister in Greybull, Wyoming and a younger brother who lives in Omaha. They are the only ones from either of their families that made it west of the Mississippi. I wanted to put this in because Greybull figures into the story later on. Besides being 12 years old, I have a jack-off buddy who lives across the alley. His name is Alex. We got into this pleasurable activity even before we passed into puberty. With that passing things became indescribably more pleasurable as well as a far more frequent. In the summer we jack off together in one of our garages, both accessed from the alley. The rest of the year we generally do it in Alex's bedroom, which he shares with a high school age brother, Mark, because his mom works downtown in a woman's dress shop. My mom works at home, on and off, as a seamstress. She'd fucking die if she knew I told you that. She thinks the job is beneath her -- one of her quirks. My dad tells her she doesn't need to do sewing but she does it for spending money which she uses to buy things for dad or me or for the house, so you see she's not as bad as I've pictured her with my bitching. In fact, I love her, quirks included Alex and I sometimes do it in my basement bedroom. My dog, a little Yorkshire terrier named Feisty always alerts us before we can get into any trouble. He always barks when my mom approaches, even in the morning. He sleeps on the foot of my bed and knows he shouldn't, so when my mom opens the door leading from the kitchen to the stair down to the basement, he begins barking for both his protection and mine. I love that dog; he's my best friend after Alex. I guess they go together, but I want to be sure you know that, besides being my best friend, Alex is a real cute guy, a blue eyed, blonde bombshell. Long before we started the masturbation stuff, I had the hots for him and his brother, Mark, too, as far as that goes. So, this story really starts with a telephone call one day in late autumn. It was from my dad's sister in Greybull to tell him that her husband, after a long fight, has finally died of cancer. I have only vague memories of having been to Greybull before, but do know from dad's conversations that his sister's name is Colleen, her husband's name was Tom Battacio and he was Italian. They have four children; one named Michael who is the youngest and a senior in high school, two married girls, Dorothy and Marie, plus an older boy, Tony, who is not married but is living in sin with a local slut. All of them live in Greybull. Dad called into work and received an OK to take a week off. We went north on I- 25 as far as Casper and switched to U.S. Route 20. It was a long journey, about 350 miles, mostly boring except for Thermopolis, appropriately named because it has hot, bubbly, sulfur smelling stuff, mixed with steam, that gurgles up from the ground. Oops, I gotta stop for another explanation. Everyone in my mom's family and my dad's family is just plain middle class, nobody has a lot of money but they all have a stubborn sense of pride. So Colleen had prepared for us to stay at her house and the other arriving relatives were to stay with Dorothy, Marie or Tony. She didn't want any of family spending money for a motel room. Dorothy, Marie and Tony had fair completions like their mother but were quite obese, especially for their age. My dad had told me that Tom was short and stocky; he looked like a wrestler. Michael, on the other hand, had the Italian completion of his dad and the tall, slim body of the Monahan' s; his hair was short and tousled and his eyes were almost black. He was handsome as all get out. I stared at him every time I thought it was safe to do so. Aunt Colleen's neighbors brought in food for dinner, a small town custom. After we returned from the recitation of the Rosary at the mortuary, I learned I was to sleep with Michael. I didn't know it at first but it turned out to be a big thing for me despite the death of his dad and the upcoming funeral. We got ready for bed and both of us were wearing flannel pajamas -- hey guys, don't knock it. It's fucking cold in Wyoming! Even though I was a little wiped out from the trip up here, I woke, God knows what time, and Michael was on his side, facing me. It was obvious he was asleep; the fly of his pajamas was open and his dick was sticking out and touching my body. I woke up startled. It was the biggest, hardest, fucking, cock I could imagine. Damn, I wanted so badly to see it but it was dark in the room. I was so excited though that I couldn't resist reaching down to cop a feel. Well, actually a long feel because he seemed to be sound asleep. I was careful, but I kept feeling it long enough to determine he was circumcised and he had big nuts. I guessed his fucking dick to be at least 7 inches long. I kept feeling around for too long. I shot a load right on Aunt Colleen's sheets. Shit! Michael sort of moved as if he were trying to spoon up to my back so I turned my back to him, pulled my knees up and he threw his arm around me. It felt so warm, so comforting that I finally dropped off to sleep but not before I rehashed what had happened and decided it confirmed that I was queer -- nothing but a, queer boy. I always thought Alex and my fooling around was just kind of a fun game; now I knew differently, I was a fairy and wondered how I'd cope with it. I'd heard nothing but bad about queers. God, how could I cover it up? I had no idea. The day mom found out, they'd take her to the hospital in an emergency vehicle, sirens screaming. I slept again with Michael the second and last nights of our stay. Despite my concerns about the first night, they didn't keep me from playing with his dick again. If he woke up I'd just deny it was on purpose, act groggy and say I was asleep and also sorry. I purposely had a real intense climax the last night. I jacked off while holding Michael's monster cock. I'd planned things out and had a wad of Kleenex in my pajama pocket to hold over my dick when I shot my load. Before we got back to Casper the next day I had to ask my dad to stop twice to go to the toilet. I had to beat off. I was so fucking horny after last night. The following April, my dad, wanted to go back to Greybull to see how Colleen was managing. She'd already sold her house and bought a small, one bedroom bungalow with a living-dining room combination plus a kitchen and a small, add- on bedroom accessed off an enclosed back porch. In the bedroom you could see the exterior siding of the house so you knew it was added on. Colleen said she didn't think it had been intended for use as a bedroom, but it served. This time mom and dad were to sleep in Colleen's bedroom, she was to sleep over at Dorothy's and I again got to sleep with Michael. One evening the three adults went to a movie; Tony was now working at the local theater and wanted them to come, probably because he wanted to prove he could get them all in free. Tony was kind of a nut, anyway. Michael had seen the movie and didn't want to go, so I stayed with him. Not knowing how long they'd be, Michael and I got ready for bed. We both put on pajamas and bathrobes. (April in Northern Wyoming doesn't mean warm temperatures.) He stretched out on the sofa and I sat in front of the sofa on the floor because there was no other seating that had a front-on view of the TV and Feisty liked putting her head on my legs and napping. During the first commercial, I looked around to talk to Michael and his bathrobe was open and his huge, fucking cock was hanging out of his pajama fly. He didn't catch on all the time the movie played, so I shifted around sideways so I could look at it occasionally. I wondered if he was trying to get me to make a move on him, but it turned out he was just ignorant of the show he was putting on. I found this out later. But I'll tell you I enjoyed looking at it -- it was huge even if it wasn't erected. It was smooth, no veins going every which way and his cockhead was big, pink colored, beautiful and the most exciting thing I'd ever seen in my life. His bedroom wasn't too well heated and we cuddled together for warmth on all three nights of our stay. Of course you know without my saying it, I left tired and practically slept all the way home; I'd stayed awake most of each night listening to his breathing, making sure he was asleep before I pleasured myself by feeling his genitals again. Also, I over indulged again and this time I caused him to orgasm. What I also found out sometime later was that he was fully aware of what I was doing but hadn't stopped me and had actually enjoyed it. I kept hold of it long enough to realize it was jumping around and his cock juice was spurting out of it getting both the sheets and my hand sticky. I knew what had happened; I took my hand away and rolled over with my back to him. I don't know if a 12 year old kid making an older boy's cock juice is a big deal to you but it sure as fuck was to me. I was so fucking worked up and shaking; I actually thought I was going to have a heart attack, even though I didn't know what the symptoms would feel like. Michael would be graduating in a couple of months and was seriously considering entering a seminary to become a priest. Shit! The seminary idea didn't fly. Later in the summer he went with some other guys to Yellowstone Park, met an elementary schoolteacher from Denver and went home with her. Aunt Colleen was devastated, especially because this teacher "just had to be 5 or 6 years older than Michael". Colleen just couldn't understand it. The girl's name, by the way, was Carol. Maybe Colleen couldn't understand it, but I could. The teacher had probably seduced him and got his 7 inches of man meat up her twat and wanted that big cock and big balls to be all hers, in bed with her every night - the bitch. I hated her even though I'd never seen her. Michael and Carol had been together two years before I saw Michael again. In July, Aunt Colleen had gotten a ride to Denver with a friend and called us on arrival in Denver to tell us when she was going to go back to Greybull -- Michael and Carol were driving her back and they planned on arriving Friday, staying over Saturday and Sunday and going on up to Greybull sometime Monday. My mom about pooped her pants. It wasn't that she didn't want to see them; it was just such short notice and, according to her, so many things to do to get ready for them, over half of which my dad and I agreed, later, were totally unnecessary. But the easiest out was to pitch in and do every item on her list. Sleeping arrangements were the trickiest. We didn't have in-town relatives to pawn some of them off on. I figured either my dad or I would be sleeping on the couch in the living room but my mom didn't want him on the couch, he worked hard and needed a proper rest, and she didn't want Michael and Carol to sleep in my bed because she didn't want Carol see the basement. That's my mom! The basement has a small bath, under the first floor bath, that was installed when I was old enough to sleep out of earshot of my parents. The rest was one big room containing the gas furnace, a soapstone laundry sink, washer, dryer and hot water heater. That's what bothered her. What a snob (sorry I called you that mom). It was what was called a half basement, as it was half the floor area of the house. My dad had spray painted the exposed, floor joist ceiling, walls and roller painted the floor. Mom had made curtains for the windows. My bed had a keen spread and there were a couple of large, matching rugs on the floor. There was also a study desk and a couple of lounge chairs. Good furniture -- not something picked up at a second-hand furniture store. What was wrong with it? Only my mom knew. In fact it was a hell of a lot better than Michael's room in the small house they moved into after Uncle Tom died. They arrived about 2 PM Friday afternoon and offered to go to a motel but dad asked them if Carol would mind sleeping with Colleen and if Michael would mind sleeping with me in the basement. They didn't mind and that settled it. Carol had never been to Cheyenne, only through it. Michael had been here but not for any extended stay. So, after dinner, in dads van, everyone, including Feisty had a tour of downtown, including the old UP Railroad Station which had been converted to tourist type shops and offices, the capital building, the Warren Air Force Base, the Frontier Days rodeo facilities, the airport and some of the newer housing areas -- all small time stuff except for someone who came from the numerous small towns strung out along Wyoming's highways, some so small, as the joke goes, that slow down and resume speed were printed on the front and back of the same speed limit sign on the highway through town. It was not fucking cold today but fucking hot instead, even in the basement. Michael and I started getting ready for bed. Michael was quicker than I was, tossed his jockey shorts on the floor, said, "Excuse me, Jason, but I'm going to sleep naked, it's not exactly bone chilling cold tonight" and tumbled into bed naked with his big fucking cock sticking out 90 degrees from his crotch. If his bone was an accurate thermometer his comment on the weather was 100 % correct. Instantly, and in one movement, mine assumed the same stance as Michael's. There was nothing I could do about it, so I got into bed and moved to turn off the beside lamp and was about to tell Michael if he needed to go to the toilet to jab me with his elbow and I'd turn on the light for him, but I never got the words out of my mouth. The minute my hand moved toward the lamp, Michael said, "Leave it on Jason and let's talk a while before we go to sleep. We can do it quietly so they won't hear us upstairs." I turned to face him and said, "I'd like that." "Me, too, Jason, more than you realize. That's what I want to talk to you about." Damn, I hadn't the foggiest what he was leading up to when he started explaining, "Remember the last time you were in Greybull. We watched a TV movie together, you were sitting on the floor with Feisty and I was stretched out on the couch." "Sure, why?" "I didn't know it but when we went to bed I figured I must have been exposing myself to you because in bed you were the horniest little fucker I'd ever slept with. You kept playing with my cock and you finally made me shoot a load. Don't say anything, I'm not angry. I just wanted to tell you I had never been so hot in my life but you were so young and innocent, I was afraid to do anything." "I wish you had. It would have meant a lot to me." "Me too, but as I said I was afraid." "Are you afraid now?" "No, are you?" "No, what did you want to do that night? Do you remember?" "I wanted to fuck you. I'd never fucked a girl, let alone a boy, but I wanted to stick my cock into your cute, little ass so bad." At the same time he reaches around me pulls us tight together, moves his hand down my back to my butt and sticks his finger in my hole. Holy shit! That was the last fucking thing I expected him to say. Suddenly I was scared to death because some high school kid had told Alex it hurt like hell and made him bleed. With Michael's big cock it would hurt like two hells. I didn't even ask him if that was what he still wanted to do, but tried to steer him away from the subject. I couldn't think of anything intelligent and came up with "Can I see it?" He threw the sheet down to the foot of the bed, lay on his back and said, "Play with it. I know you want to. I knew you wanted to the minute I walked in the door." I had to ask him how he knew, but not right now. He knew I was beside myself handling his dick. "Jason, we're not prepared to fuck tonight so relax and enjoy yourself. It's been a hot day and I'm probably kind of smelly down there. Do you like the way cocks smell?" "I don't know?" "I do and the way balls smell, too. Go down and see if you do." Did I ever! I'd never smelled anything like it. I thought I was already maxed out on horniness but I went up a notch or two higher. "What have you done with a guy?" I told him about Alex." "Just masturbating? You mean you've never sucked cock?" "No." "Christ, you want to learn on mine?" Even if I hadn't done it what else could "sucking cock" mean? It wasn't too hard to figure out. I looked at his hand fondling his erection, it was so big and seemed to be getting even bigger and I said, "Yes". "Get between my legs and take your time. Open your mouth wide, don't hurry and watch your teeth, don't scrape them over my skin." With that he opened his legs, I got onto my knees between them, took hold of his cock and lowered my mouth over the top two or three inches, ready to suck my first cock. I really got into it. I not only yielded to temptation, I went into it head first and at full speed. I was doing fine until Michael put his hand atop my head and said go down on it all the way. I just got started with that when he pushed me off, jumped out of bed and said, "I forgot something, crossed the room and fumbled around in his travel bag, came back and got into bed on his back again. "Sorry, I'm ready now. You're doing fine." He sniffed from a small bottle. Shit, was he on drugs? I asked him what it was and he just said it wasn't for me, to just get back down on it. I was beginning to wonder why it took him so long to get off. Alex shot faster just being masturbated. Then he was out of bed again, walked to one of the lounge chairs motioning for me to follow. He scooted forward to the edge of the seat and spread his legs, I kneeled on the floor and put his slippery, saliva covered cock back into my mouth. It happened shortly after he'd taken another long sniff from his little bottle, put his hand on my head and pushed it all the way down on his erection. His big cock erupted and he began to groan with pleasure. I couldn't pull off and his sperm kept shooting into my throat. I had to swallow some of it or choke; some of it drooled out of my mouth and when he let go of my head, I looked down and it was all over his big cock making it as shiny and wet looking as if it had just been waxed and there were globs clinging to his pubes, where some had drooled out of my mouth. Jesus, it looked so sexy. I imagined it must be what a cock looked like when it had just been pulled out of a twat! "Clean my cock up now." "What do you mean?" "Bathe it with your tongue. Include the pubes. It's part of being a good cocksucker." I did as he'd instructed and I realized he was instructing me because this was my first time. When I finished, he put his hand under my arms, raised me off my knees and gave me my first blowjob. Holy shit, I wondered why Alex and I hadn't been doing this. After a short respite, he got up and pulled a small bottle of bourbon out of his travel bag and asked if there were any cups or glasses down here. I brought a small, sturdy, paper cup back from the bathroom and he sent me back for two more with instructions to fill all three half full of water. He filled one up with liquor, asked me if I wanted to try one, I nodded yes and he filled another but not as full as he had his. He'd evidently made another trip to his travel bag as there was a pack of cigarettes and a throwaway lighter on the table by the chair and he'd opened another window. We both smoked a cigarette and used the cup as an ashtray. As we drank and smoked, he sat in the chair, legs spread apart and I sat on the floor and stared at the 7-inch cock I'd just sucked off. We threw the cigarette butts in the toilet to be flushed down in the morning. Once we got back into bed Feisty decided it was past time to go to sleep. I picked her up and she went down to the foot of the bed. Facing each other, Michael threw one leg and one arm over me and kissed me long and hard with lots of tongue - another first for me. In a quiet voice, he said, "Jason, do you realized what we did was not just fooling around. We had sex together. Do you know the difference?" "I guess I'm not too sure." "We penetrated each other's bodies, even if it was only in the mouth. We achieved orgasm and discharged our sperm into each other's bodies." "Michael, can I tell you something?" "Anything you want, Babe." "I think I'm in love with you." "It's too soon for you to say that but I hope you're right." I fell asleep in Michael's arms and didn't wake up until Feisty barked to tell me my mom was hollering down the stairs from the kitchen door. "You two wake up down there. Breakfast will be ready in an hour. Get yourselves showered and up here. Your dad wants the both of you to help him with something. OK?" "OK mom, my feet are on the floor." Michael and I both looked at each other with a quizzical expression wondering what my dad wanted, so we showered together and got our asses upstairs. What my dad wanted was to tell us that Claude Sherman's son, Bob, had left for Urbana, Illinois early to stay with and help his grandparents for the summer. He was going to the University of Illinois in September and Claude had given him the money to buy a new computer back there and Bob had said to give his old one to me. Claude had been in town yesterday, drove by dad's office, and the computer was in the storage area of dads van. After breakfast he wanted Michael and I to help him carry it down to the basement, as he had to get to work. At breakfast we learned that mom, Aunt Colleen and Carol were going shopping, which we both knew would last until late afternoon. In fact before leaving she told us where to find stuff to make sandwiches for lunch. Even Michael knew who the Shermans were, they and the Monahans were both from Urbana and the two families had been friends back through several generations and there was one marriage between the families, way back when. Claude and his wife Alice lived on a ranch north of Hillsdale. We no sooner got the computer unloaded than mom announced all of us were invited out to the ranch for Sunday dinner. Later in the basement Michael asked where Hillsdale was and I told him it was about 30 miles east on I-80 to Burns and then north of the Interstate about 7 miles and the ranch was a couple of miles northeast of what was left of Hillsdale. "What's it like?" "It's nice. Just north of the house is Lodgepole Creek. The house was built around 1890 before electricity but was electrified later. They have a furnace but there are no heat ducts upstairs. Mrs. Sherman always gave Bob and me electric blankets when we slept up there and told us not to freeze our noses. It's a neat upstairs, sloping ceilings and narrow, dormer windows. I always liked to go there when I was a kid." "Is Bob gay?" "I don't know. He never did anything to me, anyway." "Do they have horses?" Sure, and I'm certain Mr. Sherman will saddle some up for us if we want to ride." By the way, the computer Bob gave you is just like mine, a Dell, and probably about three year's old and it's been updated with a Windows XP operating system. It's a good computer and the printer here is a HP Jet printer." "That doesn't mean anything to me, but I guess you'll explain stuff as you hook it up." I no sooner got the words out of my mouth than someone called my name through the back door screen. Feisty didn't bark so I knew it was Alex and hollered for him to come on down the screen wasn't locked. I had told him about Michael coming and before that I'd told him about my sexual adventures with him in Greybull. I introduced him and Michael said, "Alex has the right idea wearing shorts, lets change, Jason, before we start working. Alex started to ask about the computer, but stopped in the middle of a sentence when Michael dropped his jeans to the floor, threw them on the bed and rummaged through his travel bag (neither of us had put on underwear this morning) and his big cock dangled and flopped back and forth as he pulled on a pair of gym shorts with a slit up each leg. I don't know what the material was, maybe cotton, but it was that thin clingy stuff and he made a big deal of adjusting his cock and pulling on the legs of the shorts until they felt good to him. He might as well have left them off. They were a little tight and being clingy too, his cock read right through them, even the cockhead. I had to turn my back while I got a pair of denim shorts out of my bureau drawers and put them on. I had an erection, I looked and Alex did, too, which I knew was the purpose of the show Michael had put on. As we progressed and he bent or sat on his haunches his cock would pop out into view. I was having a real tough time controlling myself and Alex was close to the drooling stage every so often, himself. Alex and his brother had a computer so Alex knew more about it than I did as Michael looked over what we had -- computer, monitor, printer, surge bar, lots of cords and wires, all the software that had been loaded by Bob and all the software disks and instruction booklets that came with the computer and Michael explained everything, briefly, again including the fact that it had a Windows X P operating system, all with a seductive look in his eyes and an occasional crotch rub. I knew what he was doing. He was getting both Alex and me hot. By the time we went to bed I'd be so fucking hot I'd be begging him to fuck me despite how frightened I was. In an hour or so, Alex announced that he had to go; his mom was taking him to the supermarket with her. I hate to admit it but I was kind of glad to see him go. I knew that wasn't nice but I'd already grown possessive of Michael. "Does your dad have any beer, do you know?" "Yea he generally keeps some in the fridge. "Would you go look and bring me down a can if there is any? I'll replace it later." When I got back to the basement he was sitting in my desk chair stark naked. He'd even kicked off his flip-flops. He said he was running some checks on the computer that he'd explain to me later. I sat in one of the lounge chairs, drank a coke that I'd brought down with his beer and not much talking passed between us until he said, "Jason come over here and look over my shoulder." I was a little to his left and looked over his shoulder at the monitor, thinking he was going to show me something. He sure as hell did, he showed me his big cock, hard as a rock, and he was rolling his big balls around in one of his hands. He rolled the chair back away from the desk, turning it so he was facing me and spread his legs. His cock was at full mast. He thanked me for the beer, took his hand away from his genitals and said, "Does this give you any ideas?" "God yes!" "Your shorts are tenting. I guess it's making you hard as well?" "Yes" was all I could manage, I was breathing as though I had been running. "What's wrong? If you're waiting for me go get into bed and go to sleep before you make a move you're going to be waiting all day. Get down on your knees and worship that cock "How do I worship it?" "Just look at it, as close as you want to but don't touch it. Keep looking at it until you fall in love with it, until you want to make it feel good, make me feel good, make it cum." It was a good description. The more I stared at his cock and his low hanging, big balls, the more beautiful his genitals became and I did begin to love them -- for their own sake and because they belonged to Michael and because he was sharing his manhood with me for my pleasure as well as his. "Michael, I'm in love with your cock, can I suck it now?" "You did that last night. My remark about waiting until I was asleep before you did something was a reference to your playing with my cock in Greybull when I was asleep. Why don't you just move closer and get it right in your face and jack it off while you're looking at it." I jacked it but slowly, I wanted to make it shoot and, at the same time, I hoped it didn't because I wanted to keep jacking on it forever. Finally, when I knew it was getting close, Michael said, "Put your mouth around it and don't spill any. If you're going to make me cum you've got to learn not to spill any." After he came, I bent over, head against his stomach and I could hear it gurgling and, I guessed, digesting food. Somehow it seemed as much of an intimate thing as jacking him off or sucking his cock had been. It was so alive. "Well we better eat lunch. And I want you to eat lightly and drink a lot of liquids." "Why?" "Mainly because I just told you to, but also because after dinner, and I hope it's reasonably early, I'm going to give you a couple of prepared enemas. Tonight is pay back time. I'm going to get in your boy pussy." "I understood what he was saying but I wasn't happy. I was still afraid. First the shoppers came back and my dad wasn't far behind them. Michael told him about having one of his beers and dad replied no replacement was necessary, tossed him another one and he came down to the basement to see what we'd accomplished. Michael explained we'd moved his 2-drawer filing cabinet over to the wall to put the computer on and turned my desk and abutted it to the file cabinet. We'd put the monitor and the printer on the desk. We'd then used the five-foot high bookcase to hide the desk and file from the bedroom area to keep it from looking too much like an office. He'd already explained to me that in that location I would have a little time to get out of any porn site in case someone came downstairs. Dad asked a lot of questions, seemed pleased and Michael finished up by telling dad that Alex had been over and given him the name of a local, reasonably priced internet connection and he'd subscribed for me using his own credit card. We could renew or terminate it a month from now if we wanted to. "Uncle John, to allay the rumors about minors on the Internet, let me show you what's available that's very worthwhile.' He clicked on a Yahoo search engine, typed in "Union Pacific Railroad" and the wealth of information about the UP that came up was amazing. Then Michael typed in, "American Civil War Battles Tennessee" and another screen full of references came up. Michael clicked on the listing for Shiloh, and a lot of information came up on that battle. "Uncle John, Cheyenne is probably better than Greybull, but I remember when a teacher assigned a project the library was soon depleted of all relative references except encyclopedias that couldn't be checked out and I was pretty much left to struggle on my own. With a computer and an internet connection, Jason won't even need to go to the library." Dad was convinced; he and Michael had another beer and went out to the backyard patio to drink them. I helped Carol set the table in the dining room -- best tablecloth and napkins, best china, best silverware, best glassware, best of everything. I told you my mom was house-proud and a proper table setting was a part of her pride thing. Eating lightly didn't turn out to be a problem. We were having lamb chops and I hated them, so I had a vegetarian dinner with ice cream for desert and probably the fourth Coke for the day plus the sixth glass of water -- pissing every thirty minutes it seemed. We had eaten at 6 o'clock and it was 8:30 before Michael said, "We finished installing Jason's computer, now I want to teach him a little about using it." (A lie as we'd spent the whole afternoon doing that and Michael had made me take notes about everything). Carol piped in, "Sometimes I hate computers. I'm a computer widow some nights so get used to being a computer mother, Mary." Dad added, "Go ahead, guys, better get it wound up tonight; we might be late getting home from Hillsdale, tomorrow." Back in the basement, Michael spread a bath towel on my bed, placed me on my stomach, went to his travel gym bag and came back with a plastic bottle labeled "Fleet Enema". He took the cap off and with the nozzle on the bottle squeezed the contents up my ass, told me to keep still until I urgently needed to use the toilet, walked over and sat down at the computer. "What are you doing with the computer now, Michael" "Checking and writing the down the names of the free, gay sides I like and a gay chat room". I was feeling very uncomfortable. Michael kept telling me to hold on. I did for as long as I could stand it and finally ran to the bathroom. Michael was right behind me, stood in front of the toilet and pressed my head next to his stomach. "Damn, I'm glad that's over with!" "You mean half over with. I have to give you another one." We'd consumed almost an hour and a half with the enemas. I went upstairs barefooted and put my ear to the kitchen door, the TV was off and there was no light coming under the door. Jeez, I loved the foreplay leading up to getting fucked, Michael and I on the bed face to face or one of us atop the other, Michael kissing me all over, fondling my boy cock or sticking his finger in my ass, or taking my hand and wrapping it around his big, hard boner. He was making love to me. He really was and he was making me hotter by the minute. "OK, let's try it, roll over with your back to me and raise one leg into the air. That's the easiest position for a beginner. He felt around for what he'd previously shown me and called lube. He stuck a greasy, wet finger up my hole and rubbed it on his cock. "Are you going to wear a rubber?" "No, a naked penis will be easier for you. I'm going to push it in now, take a deep breath" and followed that comment with, "Damn you're tight." "And damn, you're big; it fucking hurts!" "I'll take it easy." "You fucking well better, I'm about to stop and scream out in pain right now." He stopped and said, "I've got the head in." "That's all!" "I know. It feels like more. I'll stop an wait a while before pushing it in further." I realized he was trying not to hurt me. I realized he was probably being far gentler than the guy who'd fucked Alex's high school friend. Maybe I wouldn't bleed. To be truthful though, the only enjoyment I was getting out of it was that I was pleasing Michael, who had wanted to fuck me ever since I'd made him shoot off that night in Greybull. In a way, I was saved by the bell. I was about to ask him to pull it out when he moaned and I felt his big cock shooting it's cum into my ass even before he had the whole 7inches in. "Aw shit, it just felt too good in there." Sunday morning we went to an early Mass at the cathedral, had breakfast down town and were at the Sherman ranch before 11 AM. After sandwiches, Claude asked who wanted to go horseback riding. Carol said she'd been on a horse once and that was once to often. Claude saddled up two mares, Maud for Michael and Molly for me. We rode down to the area we'd be having the picnic, a grove of trees on each side of the creek, and then turned West to another thicket of trees and North, out on to the prairie. We just let the horses go at their own, walking gait and when we returned to the picnic area, Michael wanted to get off, sit on the benches of one of the picnic tables and smoke a cigarette. I asked him if I could have one too, thinking it would impress him that I smoked. "Thanks for last night, Jason, I know it wasn't all that enjoyable for you." "Oh but it was. I knew you wanted to do it and I did too although I wasn't too good at it. I wanted to make you happy." "Jason, Friday night, you told me you loved me. Do you still feel that way" "Yes, only more so." "How can you be so sure?" "The power a big penis holds for a gay boy." "You're gay, then." "Yes." "Does Mary know?" "Shit, I hope not but I think my dad does and he seems to be comfortable with it." "I am, too." "I can't believe it. Why did you hook up with Carol if you're gay." "I didn't know it at the time. Her house in Denver is near Washington Park. One night she was out with a group of women, so I stopped at a bar on the way home, then at a john in the park. I thought I had to take a dump and the stool had a view all the way down a row of urinals. A guy came in and, instead of pissing, started masturbating. I fucking couldn't believe it but it excited me and I got a hard on. The guy came over, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants, bent down and began sucking my dick, took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and I masturbated him. We both climaxed at the same time. That started me going back there several times a week until I realized that I was gay and after that sex with Carol was play acting on my part." "Didn't she begin to suspect something's wrong?" "I suppose she does, but I think I'm about to be traded in, like a used car, on a new model." "Why?" "I think some of those women's groups she been going to are phony. I think she's found some stud with a bigger dick than mine." "Do women like big cocks? "Some do, some don't care about size." "Maybe this new car she's considering guy comes with air-conditioning and TV, too." It took him a while but he smiled and told me I had inherited my dad's sense of humor." We walked back to the barn leading the horses by their reins. God was I glad to get off the bench I'd been sitting on. Riding a horse the day after you'd been fucked for the first time is not an activity I recommend to you. You can't believe how sore my asshole was. That night in bed, Michael said we better not do anything because his mom and Carol wanted to get an early start. We went to sleep with me cuddled up to his stomach and an arm around me. In the morning, I asked him when I'd see him again and he replied, "With the way things are going with Carol, probably sooner than you think." He was right. I had been back in school for about two weeks when, one evening, Michael called to ask if it was convenient for him to come out for a short visit. He had split with Carol, arrived in Cheyenne this morning and lucked out in finding a job at the Cheyenne Airport and was going apartment hunting tomorrow. Dad told him to forget the apartment and room with me if he could stand me. Michael offered to pay but my mom said to forget that, too as, she'd work it out of him because John was often too busy to do the jobs around the house that she wanted done. At that point I loved my mom and dad more than I ever had in my life. We visited, watched the evening news on TV and went downstairs at 9 o'clock. We stripped in less than half a minute and were in bed. Between kisses, I sad, "Michael you can fuck me if you want to." "I do and I will believe me but not tonight." He turned around, took my cock in his mouth and since his was right in my face as well as being hard as hell, I took his in my mouth, something we'd not done before. Feisty began barking; the little turd knew exactly what we were doing. Michael was eager for me to go to sleep because I had to go to school in the morning. He turned around and spooned up to my back and Feisty, instead of going to the foot of the bed, took the liberty of spooning up to my stomach. What a wonderful, warm way to sleep. Maybe I wouldn't need flannel pajamas this winter. THE END. HOPE YOU ENJOYED. IF YOU DID MAYBE I'LL ATTACH A STORY ABOUT THE CHEYENNE INDIANS SOMETIME - SOMETIME WHEN I'VE DEVELOPED MORE SMARTS.