Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2003 14:42:56 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO STOP and read the Nifty Warning about who should not read the stories posted herein. Their warning applies to this story. GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO After elementary school in Omaha, Nebraska, I attended the Omaha University for two years and then transferred to the University of Nebraska Law School in Lincoln. I completed a year in an Omaha law firm, passed the bar exam and am now into my 2nd year at the same firm. As a graduation present and for my 23rd birthday, my parents gave me a new Infinity sports coupe. They told me it was paid for and the dealer was waiting for me to come in to choose a color. I picked a red one. When Gary, a gay friend, first saw it he told me that it was a real cocksucker's car and hoped I'd take him cruising with we some night. It is a 2001 model but I give it a lot of TLC and it looks brand new. Yes, I'm gay (in the closet to my parents, though). I knew I liked boys when I first saw boys pissing in the urinals in grade school. I knew I was a cocksucker when a guy in high school convinced me to give him a blowjob. In fact, I couldn't get enough of it from then on out. Nebraska seemed well supplied with what was referred to, locally, as "big, fat, uncut, corn fed cocks." I just happened to have one of them. Funny, but I guess you always want what you don't have and I developed a real taste for circumcised dick -- don't get me wrong though, I've had and enjoyed all colors, shapes and sizes. At the University I had some gay friends; later, in Omaha, I hooked up occasionally for a one-night stand with guys I met in Internet chat rooms. Right or wrong, it seemed more discreet than a gay relationship and Omaha is not very open-minded. By the way, besides being 25 and gay, I am a tall, thin, blonde, blue-eyed guy and my name is Nathan Coleman. My friends call me "Nate". In April, of this year, I decided to take a vacation and drive to San Francisco. I had heard that it was quite openly gay. I had never taken the Infinity on a long trip; actually, I had never taken any long trips by car. I pushed it the first two days, staying in Cheyenne the first night and Salt Lake City the second night. The third night I stopped over in Reno and tried my luck, for the first time, at a couple of casinos -- drank a little to much scotch whisky, lost some money but still had a good time. The next morning I was, luckily, not hung over but didn't get an early start. I knew that California was experiencing some unusually wet, cold weather this Spring. There was a lot of snow on the ground in the Sierras, especially in the Donner Pass region but Interstate 80 was clear. West of Colfax the grades and curves eased off somewhat so my driving required less intense concentration. About the same time my cock seemed to be demanding more attention and I was playing with it through my pants when I came to Auburn and decided to pull off the freeway to get something to eat. At the top of the off-ramp there were chain restaurants in abundance on both sides of the freeway. To turn right seemed the easiest. Passing a Denny's, I and pulled into the parking lot of an adjacent Taco Bell. For the first time ever, I had started smoking on this trip, but promised myself not to smoke in the car. I got out, left the door open and lit one up, standing by the car to smoke it before going inside. On the opposite side of the narrow parking lot, a young guy leaned against the wall, talking on a public phone located on the wall of the building. He soon had my full attention. He kept looking at me with prolonged eye contact and, at the same time, was massaging his dick through his pants. Naturally, I found that of more than passing interest. The guy was pretty safe doing what he was doing as the phone was on the rear portion of the building where there were no windows. So, I sat on the edge of the driver's seat, door still open, and began rubbing my crotch to see what his reaction would be. He stopped massaging and sort of traced the outline of his cock along his pant leg with one finger. To me, his signals conveyed that he had a big one and it needed attention. He kept on talking. I decided to stall some more and see what evolved. As I lit a 2nd cigarette, he put two fingers to his mouth, which I took to mean he wanted to bum a cigarette from me. I held up a cigarette and he nodded his head to indicate a yes reply. I walked over to him; he told who ever he was talking with to wait a minute. I lit his cigarette and he whispered: "Wait for me." I gave his crotch a squeeze and nodded my head that I would wait. I no sooner returned to my car than he walked over and stood in front of me. With my sitting on the seat again, his crotch was practically right in my face and the outline of his hard dick was very clear. "Thank for the smoke. My name's Clair, and no wise cracks." "I'm Nate and I've known a man with your name -- if there is no "e" on the end it is a man's name.' "I know you like what you see, Nate". And with that he reached down, took my hand and placed it over the outline of his erection that showed through his pants and groped my crotch, saying: "Looks like yours needs some attention, too." "Those steps in front of your car lead down to a public john -- the building right over there, the one with the red, tile roof." "Is it safe?" "Relatively, let me grab my bag from the telephone I was using. Can I put it in your car?" When we entered the toilet, he guided me into the only stall, a large handicapped one with the stool closer to the wall than it was the stall partition. He undid my pants, pulled down my thong underpants and motioned for me to sit. He dropped his pants and moved over between the stool and the wall. (I realized what he was doing. If someone had bent down and looked under the partition, they would have seen my feet, but probably not his. He bent over so he would not be visible over the top of the stall.) I felt halfway comfortable with the situation. He cupped his hand under my chin, raised my head and tongued my mouth. Then, he pushed his cock into my mouth. It must have been 7" long and it was as thin as he was. His balls were small. He couldn't have been more erect. I started servicing him and, at the same time, I felt certain and knew that he did too, that we were both too hot for our pleasures to last very long. I was right; his cock exploded before he had time to warn me he was going to blow his nuts. It is always a struggle to swallow a guy's load when you don't know its coming. I managed, as I wanted to show him I liked it. Sometimes things turn out for the best -- just as we opened the door another guy was reaching for the handle to open it. He gave us a dirty look; once out of his sight, we got the giggles. "Nate, are you going to eat something? Can I go along?" "Sure, my pleasure." We both ordered 3 Taco Supremes with a Coke. After he ate his, he asked me if he could have another order of the same. During our conversation I learned that he was 17 and had one more year left in high school, lived in Colfax with his dad, to whom he was explaining on the telephone that he left the house without telling him because he was still asleep. He also explained his dad knew he was going to San Francisco for the weekend as it had been agreed upon last night. He asked where I was from and where I was going and was I on vacation. Then he asked if he could bum a ride. I was erecting again, just sitting there and talking to him. Also, I had my first close look at him -- he was medium tall, probably around 5'-9" or 10". He had dark brown hair, straight, parted in the middle, neatly combed and a bit thin - not quite shoulder length and sideburns. His eyes were brown. Despite broad shoulders, he was beautifully thin, even to his fingers and legs. He was wearing very tight jeans, a dark blue windbreaker over a T-shirt and dark blue, canvas shoes with a white rubber band at the sole. I told him I'd give him a ride. When we got to the car, he wanted to drive. I asked if he had a license and he replied that he did and had made the offer because he knew San Francisco better than I did. That made sense. It was not very spectacular between Auburn and Sacramento -- lots of traffic and really dull west of Sacramento for a while. Nearing Dixon, as I remember the name, Clair told me we needed gas. So he pulled off the freeway, filled the tank, took a leak together in the john, kissed a little and felt each other up before we put our dicks away. After we had been back on the freeway for a while, I happened to look over and noticed he had his dick out of his pants, it was semi-erect and he was playing with it. He saw me looking and told me to take over for him. I did and more or less fondled him all the way to the San Francisco-Oakland metro area. He alternately erected and then softened. After I had held his cock for quite a while, I began lifting my hand to my nose every so often. The smell of his big, teen dick on my hand was intoxicating. The closer we got to the Bay Area the more beautiful the scenery became. As we were crossing the Sacramento River Bridge just before Oakland he asked if he could share a room with me over the weekend. I replied that I'd like that and I was sincere in my reply, even though I knew I would be paying (what the hell, I was on vacation, had plenty of money and 4 credit cards. I was approaching the point where I was totally captivated by his looks, his youth, his cock, his voice and his manner). "Nate, I know a nice hotel on Sutter Street that is not terribly expensive and they provide free parking in a nearby parking garage. It's better in San Francisco to just use Taxis anyway. The city is compact so cab fees are reasonable. "Sounds great, Clair. Go for it." Shortly after we exited from the Bay Bridge he drove around until he found a porno bookstore with a video arcade that he was looking for. I think it was on Eddy Street. It was crummy looking on the outside. At the entry turnstile, Clair pointed to a row of small bottles on the counter of the glass-enclosed cashier's cage. He ordered four of them; I paid for the bottles and the admittance fee. Except for a seemingly new porno film on the screen (two army guys, with huge meat, making out in a jeep in the middle of a desert -- presumably Iraq), the place was totally dark. Clair took my hand and told me to just wait until our eyes adjusted to the darkness. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that the inside was worse than the outside -- it was total sleaze -- broken seats, guys standing along the rear wall, meat out of their pants, jacking off. Clair led me to the front and through an opening at the side of the screen. Nothing could ever have prepared me for this. Clair took me into a short hall that led into a one stool, one urinal and one washbasin men's room -- all without stalls or doors and all dimly lit. In the hall an older, heavy-set guy was on his knees sucking a young Hispanic boy with a man sized cock. The boy had his head leaning on the wall and his facial expression was one of ecstasy. Another guy was getting his cock sucked by a guy sitting on the toilet and a young dude was ass-fucking a guy standing at the urinal and, reaching around, jacking the guy's cock like mad. The place smelled of unwashed floors and cock juice. It smelled like raw, raunchy man sex. Yet, it was the wildest, most erotic and sexually arousing, yet potentially dangerous, place I had ever been in. We stayed a while and just watched. I don't think my dick could have gotten any harder without getting painful. Next, we went into a totally dark room that was painted all in black. Clair took my hand and we felt our way along a wall until we found an unoccupied corner of the room. He dropped his pants and guided my hand to his crotch. Then he whispered: "Nate, I'm going to uncap one of the bottles we bought. You didn't ask what they were. They're poppers -- they enhance sex. I guess you have never used them?" When I replied that I hadn't he told me that he was going to hand me a bottle and to sniff it up both nostrils, one nostril at a time. At first it would be unpleasant but it would soon make me sort of light headed and I would get a real erection -- which I already had, anyway. After I'd used them, I was to pass the bottle back to him and then go down on him. His dick was totally erect and the cockhead seemed bigger than it had before. I settled down, sort of feeling no need to hurry, enjoying his cock immensely. Every now and then he would pull away and hand me the bottle again. I was having the most exciting and enjoyable time I had ever had sucking a cock. Suddenly he pushed me off, put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. "No more for now. I just wanted you to see what sucking cock with poppers was like. If you buy us some liquor tonight and we get high on poppers, I'll let you suck on it all night. Would you like that? Not constantly but all night, or the best part of all night?" "Oh God yes!" After going through the turnstile on the way out, but not out the entry door, Clair asked me if I had a cockring and I told him no. He ordered two adjustable, Velcro ones from the cashier. The hotel was on Sutter near Leavenworth. Shortly after we got into the room the front desk called to say my car keys and claim check were in my mailbox. If I wanted, I could leave them there until I checked out. Right away, Clair took his shoes off and got into bed, atop the bedspread, and said he was going to take a nap. I read the "San Francisco Chronicle" I had picked up in the lobby. It was difficult to concentrate on the newspaper; my mind kept drifting back to Clair, the events of the day and speculating how it was going to end. Clair was a good-looking youth. I liked him very much. He had a beautiful cock and its thinness made it extremely easy and pleasurable to suck. Too, he seemed to be really keen on sex with an older man. He could fake that enthusiasm, but I felt certain that he could not fake his quickness to erect if he did not like gay sex. Shit, what's the matter with me; I'm acting like he did something wrong and I was preparing the case for the prosecution. But I just couldn't turn my mind away from the subject. Looking at him napping confirmed my appraisal of his appearance. I looked at him napping; there was not a single feature to blemish to his looks -- he truly was a beautiful, young boy. Additionally, he had a lot of good attributes and no bad ones -- a far as I had discovered. It was exciting just being with him. Maybe I was afraid something bad would develop. Maybe he would get up in the middle of the night, steal my billfold and sneak out of the room. He was a little forward in his manner and tried to be controlling but not excessively. All of his suggestions so far had worked out -- he was a good driver, did know his way around San Francisco and the hotel was recently remodeled, clean, comfortable, had a king-sized bed and was moderately priced. I convinced myself that my problem was that I considered him just too good to be true and was having a hard time accepting that fact. I decided to lie down beside him and rest awhile. I must have fallen asleep. I awoke because Clair was unzipping my pants. I raised my head and saw Clair smiling at me. "Wake up dude; you've been asleep for almost two hours. I'm just going to have a good, long look at your big dick." He finally fished it out and it was erect. He said he really liked it and added that he didn't like to get fucked but if he ever changed his mind he hoped he was lucky enough to find someone like me, adding that he really liked my foreskin, which was loose and pulled easily all the way back. "Nate, are you sure you'll be aroused and satisfied enough tonight to fully enjoy yourself? Before you answer, let me explain something. I am only oral, I don't enjoy anal. I am completely passive. I won't suck your cock, jack you off or do any of that stuff in return. I do like to kiss and be kissed, cuddled and talked to -- both lovingly and dirty. There, I've said it. If I sound like a date that's going to be as cold as an iceberg, I'll leave if you want me to." "How about that? I have a question for you: Are you into B & D? If you aren't, you better not try to leave or I'll have to tie you to the four corners of the bed with your legs spread out so I'll have full access to your man-sized, boy dick." He moved atop me and literally swabbed out my mouth with French kisses. (And he thought he was frigid.) He rolled over beside me and told me to put his my arm under his neck. I asked him if he would tell me why he decided to spend the weekend with me. He replied that he thought I was good looking, he knew I was hot for cock because we both took a chance in the toilet at Auburn. I was an enthusiastic but gentle cocksucker. Whereas a lot of guys did it for self-pleasure, it was evident I did it to pleasure him, too. He was hoping to hook up with a man he fancied but when he met me he decided why wait look further; he knew he had found someone far better than he ever thought he would. In telling me this, all of my doubts vanished. "Nate, do you want to shower before we go out? I showered this morning. I think I'm still OK." "Me too, and by the time we get in bed you might be a little smelly down there -- not raunchy but a little smelly if you know what I mean. I like the smell of a crotch. It turns me on." "Let's have a cigarette instead. It must be a smoking room. There are two ashtrays in here." He suggested we go to Fisherman's Warf for dinner. I asked what it was like and he said it was a popular tourist trap, a lot of junky souvenir shops, quite a few restaurants and local gays cruised there. We walked up Sutter Street and hopped on the running board of a cable car going to Beach Street, walked one block down to Jefferson, continued on to The Embarcadero for a while, and then turned and went back to a restaurant that Clair said I'd like. It was an Italian restaurant and the waiters were all undoubtedly gay. It was an interesting place and the food was very good. I knew that Clair couldn't be served alcohol so I didn't drink either. I told him I was sorry, if he were of legal age we could hit a few bars. He told me not to worry about it but suggested we have dessert and coffee and hang out for a while. If I wanted an after dinner drink he didn't mind. After a while he took a trip to the john. He was gone longer than it took to take a leak and he returned with a guy that, I assumed, he had met in the john. The guy was young, very possibly the same age as Clair, or even younger. He had black hair, a tad curly and cut in a casual style. He was not as thin as Clair, but a bit taller and his body was youthful and trim. He had an attractive face. He wasn't feminine looking -- delicate or fragile might be better words. Clair introduced us. The guys name was Gabriel Ponton -- he said it was a French name. Clair motioned for our waiter. Gabriel said he had already eaten but ordered a Hennessey Brandy. Naturally, I wondered what was up. Our waiter told us he would like to move us to a booth in the rear corner, a little warmer than our table by the front door and a little more private. After the waiter re-seated us, he asked Clair and me what we would like - we responded the same as Gabriel. The waiter surely had to know they were not of age, so I asked Gabriel what the deal was. He responded that our waiter overlooked his age because he was always trying to hook up with him after he got off work. When the brandy was served Gabriel and the waiter started talking to each other and, while he was occupied, Clair leaned over and said: "I've invited him back to the room with us. It will be cool. I'll explain later; just trust me." Going back to the hotel in a taxi, I asked Clair if we shouldn't stop at a liquor store. He responded that he didn't want me to go in a store, buy liquor and then come back and get in a taxi with two teenagers in case I was seen by someone and reported. When the cab pulled in front of the hotel, Clair asked if I had a $100.00 in cash. He took it, handed it to the cab driver, saying: "Nate, here, (pointing to me), would like you to go get a quart of Cutty Sark Scotch and a cold 18-pack of Bud. Please bring it up to Nate's room. It's 914 isn't it, Nate?" I confirmed to the driver that it was 914. Then Clair told the driver to take the cab fare out of it, too, and keep the change. Then, on the sidewalk, Clair said we had time to walk a few doors down to a small store to pick up a tube of K-Y and a pack of condoms. This confused me as he had said he was oral only. We did beat the cab driver back to the room but not by much. When he knocked on the door, the boys ducked into the toilet so he wouldn't see they were in my room. Meanwhile I had given Clair a look that he interpreted correctly -- "What the fucks going on here?" He mouthed his reply -- "Wait." After the driver had left, Clair made a trip to the ice machine down the hall and then poured me a man-sized scotch and water -- equal to at least three bar drinks. "Nate, take your drink and go sit on the john a minute. I'll holler when we're ready for you to come out." (See, I told you he was bossy. I couldn't believe that I was beginning to like it.) I couldn't hear what the two of them were saying but I could hear them giggling once in a while. I was beginning to wish I had grabbed the "Chronicle" to bring with me when Clair popped in; he was completely nude and totally erected. He asked: "Is every little thing fine in here?" and added, "It won't be much longer and I'll call you to come out, meanwhile get undressed but don't play with yourself because that's not nice." I waited longer and Gabriel came in, nude except for a thong carrying a second scotch and water. I realized what they were doing -- the smell of pot drifted in the door. "You guys are smoking pot, aren't you?" He replied that they were and wanted to smoke a joint before we started anything but were a little leery that I might not approve. I replied that I didn't use it but I was not narrow-minded. He then suggested that they wait and share a second joint with me if I wanted to try it. I told him I'd try it, reached over and pulled his thong down; his erection sprung out - a strong 6 inches with a nice head. In fact both he and Clair had cocks that far exceeded the description "nice", they both had a set of absolutely beautiful, male genitals -- balls and all. What fascinated me the most with Gabriel was that he had shaved his pubes and his balls. I looked around more -- he had no body hair except on his forearms and his legs below his knees. I told him to him turn around and I spread his ass cheeks. He either didn't have any hair there or he had shaved it absolutely clean. His asshole was a beautiful pink. (How could I be so lucky, two beautiful boys and I was getting too hot, too early.) "I guess you are the reason Clair bought the condoms." He replied "I sure hope so, especially since I see how well hung you are -- you're really a big boy." In response, I admitted that I had never fucked a boy before. He told me that the learning curve would take about two strokes after I've gotten it all the way in. He added that he was extremely choosy about who he let fuck him, he had a tight ass, and he didn't want it all stretched out by guys he only marginally liked -- he didn't need fucking that desperately because he could be fully satisfied with oral sex. I asked him how many times he had been fucked and how long had he been gay. "I've always been gay, it seems, but I just moved to San Francisco, and never had a chance until now to be open about it. I've only been fucked twice -- guys with real tiny dicks, so I really want to try it with a big one. I've only been sucked off about four times. Like Clair, I'm passive, but maybe not to the extent he is from my talking with him." Clair called out for both of to get our asses back to the room. The first thing I noticed was six beer cans on the nightstands beside the bed. Clair pointed me to one of the wingback chairs in the room and told me to scoot forward on the seat. He wrapped one of the Velcro rings around the top of my cock shaft and under my testicles, then, standing, the two of them took turns binding the other's package (Gabriel must have had his own ring -- a brass one.) Gabriel walked his big erection, newly bound, over to the dresser, opened a package of cigarettes and emptied it of a number of cigarettes until he found another joint, carefully wrapped in thin plastic. He warned me that the first puff would be a chocking experience, like one's first cigarette. They sat in front of me, on the floor, and we passed it around. I asked the question: "What is this stuff supposed to do to you?" Gabriel, or Gabe, as we were now calling him, told me that he wanted Clair and I to try it because, among other things, it made you feel laid back, kind of permissive and at the same time so fucking horny you couldn't believe it. He continued that Clair had picked him up because he had told him of our plans and he wanted to take part. Being our first experience with pot, we'd have to be a little careful with the poppers, but he, too, loved the idea of prolonged sex more than thing he could imagine. He hoped we could achieve it. Clair switched the floor-lamp beside the chair to low and the two boys positioned themselves on the bed and on their backs, next to each other with their adjacent legs together and their legs toward the edges of the bed raised and spread a wide as possible. Gabe opened a bottle of poppers for his use and Clair told me that he and I would share one. He didn't want me to spill it on myself and to keep my thumb over it when I passed it back to him. Those two young boys, crotches exposed to my view and waiting for, wanting, me to take care of their homosexual needs, were the most beautiful and most sexually arousing things I had ever seen in my life. While I stared at their big cocks, I wondered which boy I should start with but decided that Clair might take offence if I didn't start with him. Despite the fatness of Gabe's cock and the length and thinness of Clair's, their two cocks had some things in common -- their smoothness, absence of raised veins and their large cockheads. As hot as I was, I still had the sense to realize that to go directly for their cocks would be wrong. So, I decided to start at the top and work my way down slowly. If someone started to boil over, I could back off and let them cool down. So, I moved astride Clair and began by tracing one finger slowly and gently along the top of his eyebrows, his eyelashes, the sides of his nose, his lips and then the edge of his ears, knowing these to be sensitive areas. I pressed my lips on his, he opened his mouth and I gave him a long, hard, passionate, open mouth kiss. "Oh my God, Clair. You are one beautiful, sweet boy and you are so fucking hot to play with. I can't believe you." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gabe watching us and playing with his dick, so I spoke, sharply to him. "None of that, Gabe. That's not to be part of the game. If I want your cock jacked, I'll do it -- understand? " For the first time I noticed Clair had quite good-sized nipples, so large in fact that I immediately went for them. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, sucked on them and gently bit them with my teeth. I had never been a tit man, but I was enjoying the hell out of his. I backed off and noticed that they had enlarged, were flushed with color, and stuck out as if, in a way, they were having their own tiny erections. I imagined I had made them quite sensitive -- maybe even a little sore. I vigorously rubbed both of them with the palms of my hands at the same time. His whole body jerked, he raised his head, opened his eyes and looked at me saying: "My God, what are you doing?" "Playing with your nipples. You did say I could do anything I wanted with you." He replied: "No body has ever done anything like that to me before". I didn't respond to his statement, but scooted down, held his cock straight up and in one quick motion deep throated him. With the whole 7-inches buried in my mouth I froze, just keeping it there -- not sucking -- just holding it in my warm, wet mouth. He hollered for me to suck it. I pulled off his cock and said. "In a while. I'm going to give Gabe a little attention now. Remember, we're supposed to make this last a long time?" Not wanting to duplicate everything on both of them, I grabbed one of Gabe's arms and put it over his head. Then I really did a tongue job on his armpit Because Clair had such a strong reaction to the job I did on his tits, I more or less gave Gabe the same and he reacted much the same way. Earlier, I'd chastised him for jacking himself so instead of sucking him, I stuffed and sucked both of his testicles into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue, while I slowly moved up and down his shaft with a thumb and a forefinger. Before he got too hot, I stopped, moved up and swabbed his mouth with my tongue. I announced our first break, but before anyone could react Gabe said: "Wait, Nate, you lie down, I want to try sucking your cock." He was a little tentative at first, but soon got in the hang of it and was doing such a hot job at it that I had to stop him. From his expression, Clair was obviously taken aback by this. I wondered if he might be just a little bit jealous. After the break, I told them to stand up while I sat in the wingback chair. Bending forward, I started tongue dancing over their dicks, concentrating on their cockheads -- specifically their piss slits, switching back and forth between their cocks. All of us were hitting hard on the popper bottles. I was really high on them and they did, indeed, enhance cock sucking. I don't know if it was the poppers, but it was the first time my mouth ever got so drooling wet while sucking cock. Even when I had a mouth full of cock, my saliva seemed to find enough space to drool out between their cocks and the corners of my lips. Their cocks became coated with my saliva and slippery as hell. It sounds a little disgusting describing it, but the effect was beyond fantastic. I was a seasoned cocksucker, but I had never enjoyed sucking cock more. Their totally hard cocks slipped in and out with such ease and it somehow seemed to be the way cocksucking was meant to be. For some reason I remembered being with some straight dudes one night in a bar in Omaha and listening them to talking about fucking broads -- especially about one guy talking about his expertise in that field -- how he could make women cum again and again and how it added to his pleasure when their cum coated his cock and made everything so wet and slick and how the women screamed with pleasure. Suddenly I wanted these boys to fuck my mouth. I hollered at them "take turns fucking my mouth". It was really hot even watching their firm, teen bodies pump their big cocks into my wantabe pussy. Clair was the first to reach the point of no return, he began moaning, rammed his 7" all the way in; I immediately grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight to my face so he could neither move nor retract his throbbing tool. While I held his body tight against my face, it kept jerking. He was having spasms. I could feel his cock pulsating and I could tell that shooting his wad was a very intense moment for him. His cock discharged an unbelievable volume of sperm into my mouth. (I wondered if that phenomenon, too, was an effect of the poppers.). I had to pull off of Clair. Gabe, damn him, was jacking again while watching Clair. No way was there time to do anything except to secure my lips around the rim of his cockhead and enjoy his cum flow. Again I marveled at the amount of warm, sweet, cock juice he pulsed out of his dick. It seemed, to my absolute delight, as though it would never end. While swallowing his boy juice, my big, ole, fat dick erupted -- entirely of its own free will. Some of my spurts hit Gabe's legs and some of them went between them and messed up the carpet. All of us collapsed. I fell back into the chair. The boys flopped on the bed. No one moved, no one said anything, no one did as much as cough. I won't say for how long, I really don't know how long we were in this state of total bliss, this state of recuperation. Finally I did glance at the digital clock on the nightstand; it had been almost three hours since we had walked into the room. I went over to the bed and squeezed into the space between the two of them. Still later, when the silence was finally broken, it was broken by Clair saying: "Who wants a cigarette." Gabe and I both replied: "I do." Clair lit one and passed it to Gabe, lit another and passed it to me, lit one for his self and placed an ashtray atop my stomach, bent sideways and laid his head on my crotch. I was the second to break the silence by saying: "So much for our all night sex party, we just blew it right out of our piss slits." Clair answered: "Don't be a dickhead, it isn't even 2 o'clock yet." Gabe piped in and reminded me that I hadn't fucked him, either. I suggested we should wait awhile longer before starting again. Clair, kidded me, saying I was just whining. They stubbed out their cigarettes, took mine and stubbed it out. Clair raised his head a bit and sucked my cock right into his mouth. I was about to say that he had told me he didn't suck when Gabe sealed my mouth with an open mouth, tongue swabbing kiss. It was a good try but it didn't work. As far as that goes, nothing worked immediately. The two of them tried pleading, threatening, dirty talk, sick humor and almost everything else they could think of. Nothing worked but I was enjoying the attention immensely. They poured me a Scotch on the rocks (I vowed to drink this one very slowly) and each of them began nursing another can of beer. Then, something took place that no cocksucker could ignore; I noticed that both of them were developing erections. There was no way in the world that a cocksucker could not erect in the presence of two teen age boys showing, offering him their big, hard cocks. They knew I was ready. I started to get up but they pushed me back down again, took away my drink, pulled me down and away from the headboard, worked a couple of pillows under my head and put the popper bottle under one nostril and then the other. Gabe straddled me and began to slowly fuck my mouth with his fat fuck tool. I loved watching that big thing sliding in and out and feeling his balls slapping against my chin. He stopped for a while, but didn't remove his cock, reached down and gave me the bottle again, explaining it was practically empty so take some really good sniffs of it. I actually liked the nearly empty bottle better than a full one. When he resumed his mouth fucking he still seemed in no hurry at all; then I felt Clair put his lips around my cockhead and slide them all the way down my shaft to my pubes. This was my first time at sucking and getting sucked at the same time -- it was just too damn good. I climaxed big time and spewed my cum into the receptacle that Clair had so lovingly provided -- his warm, damp mouth. The two of them must have plotted this scene together; Clair no sooner remarked that he could actually feel my load with his tongue as it moved down my urinary canal, than Gabe pulled his dick out of my mouth and dismounted my chest. With one of them on each side of my head and their cocks right in my face they both started jacking off. I watched with fascination as they flogged their meat just inches from my face until their scrotums began to shrink, rise and snuggle up to the bottom of their shafts. First one and then the other threw his head back, moaned loudly and put his cockhead to my mouth, let the gift of their young bodies stream into my mouth, paused and milked their urinary canals of the last, precious drop. It was past time for me to say "Uncle". I explained that I had spent 4 days traveling and then gotten into this sex marathon, plus the fact that I had consumed too many drinks. I told Clair I loved his changing his mind and sucking my cock and told Gabe I was sorry we hadn't gotten around to fucking his ass. That is the last thing I remembered until some time later I had to piss and crawled out the foot of the bed rather than ask the guys to move. Returning, I spooned up to Clair's back but my sinuses began to bother me, so I turned over toward Gabe. I was almost back to sleep and was just vaguely aware that Gabe was going to the john. I heard the toilet flush and was back asleep when Gabe awoke me for the second time -- I was erect and he was unrolling a condom over my hard-on. I guess I said something because he told me to just go back to sleep, which was dumb -- no way could I do that. The next thing Gabe did, after returning to bed, back toward me, was to reach around and guide my condom covered erection to the entrance of that pink little asshole I had looked at earlier. When he managed to get my cockhead inside his ass lips, I asked if I should push. He replied "really slowly". It took a long time but together, a little pushing on his part and a little pushing on my part, we achieved it. He reached around, found my hand and closed it around his erection. He had said earlier he'd wanted to get fucked by a big cock, so, to kind of pay him back for waking me up, I began pumping and jacking him slowly. It didn't last long, I was filling the condom with my cum and his whole body stated jerking. It was obvious that he was climaxing, too, and that it was a prolonged, excruciating cum for him -- so excruciating it must have been pleasurable and painful at the same time. Once up and showered we went to a restaurant/bar next door to the hotel and they were still serving breakfast. We ate a big breakfast, deciding we wouldn't need to eat again before dinner. We had the hotel desk-clerk get the car for us and crowded into it. Clair drove and Gabe sat in the front, passenger seat to navigate -- Gabe had lived all his life between San Francisco and San Jose in one of the small towns on the peninsula and knew San Francisco intimately. We drove along the bay to the Golden Gate Bridge, crossed it and looked at Frank Lloyd Wrights' Marin County Courthouse, returned, went through the Presidio and stopped at Cliff House, drove and walked around Golden Gate Park, sort of doubled back and drove down Hwy. 1 along the ocean, not quite to Santa Cruiz, but to a beach parking area and walked along the beach, barefooted. We ate in China town and then walked in the Union Square area. I was amazed at the number of pedestrians -- a real contrast to Omaha and what a city should be like. Finally Gabe told us he just lived a short ways on the other side of Market Street, he had to go to work in the morning and as much as he'd like another night with the two of us he really did need a good night's sleep. We all said goodbye, exchanged hugs and kisses right on the sidewalk, exchanged address and parted company. Clair said he should go home, but rather than hitch hike at night he'd like to stay over with me, if I was leaving Monday. I had intended on staying another day but very much wanted to take Clair back to his hometown -- Climax. I remarked that his hometown had an appropriate name for him. He had put some of the beers in the small, hotel fridge and we both had a few drinks. Of course, we had another round at sex, didn't get out of bed but snuggled, had another round, and talked for over two hours. Going through Sacramento, I asked Clair how we were doing for gas (he was driving) and he said we could get it in Climax and he'd walk home from the gas station. The closer we got to Climax the more I noticed Clair was becoming quite emotional and I asked him if he wanted me to drive, but he said he was OK. When we had fueled up, he pulled into a parking stall beside the station, we exchanged addresses and telephone numbers -- I gave him both my office and apartment numbers. Clair leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then said: "I just can't do it! I knew exactly what he was talking about and told him "I can't either!" Both of us had tears in our eyes that betrayed our emotions. He backed the car out and practically raced up a rural mountain road until he found a parking area. We locked the car, walked into the forest, grabbed each other in bear hugs and kissed like I had never before experienced. I felt him reaching down, with one hand, undoing my Levis then his own. He had fished out his long, thin 7" boy cock, which I now considered to be the most beautiful male penis in the whole world, slipped it all the way into my pants, between my legs and started dry fucking me like crazy -- never letting his lips part from mine. I urged him to stop. I had never seen anyone so super charged, so fucking hot. It was as if he was going out of his mind. I dropped to my knees and took his sweet boyhood into my mouth. He was quick in climaxing and so was I -- right in my pants. I told him what had happened; I took off my shoes, my pants and my underwear and started to toss them away. He grabbed them and put them in his pocket (he wanted them for a souvenir -- cum and all), braced me while I put on my pants and dusted my socks off before putting on my shoes. It seemed to take forever walking back to the car, leaning into each other, holding hands and kissing. Our passions were dampened, or at least put on hold when I couldn't find my keys, which he had handed to me before we started our dash though the forest. We retraced our steps and I had evidently lost them in the process of taking off my pants. We both realized we hadn't solved anything, just intensified our feelings for each other, and had added to our problem. We decided to have lunch before I started on. When he asked about seeing me again, I told him I had another two weeks vacation due, but another lawyer had to cover for me while I was gone, I had a busy schedule and felt I should wait before I took off again. Then we agreed that Memorial Day and the 4th. 0f July were the next upcoming 3-day holidays and agreed that I'd fly to Sacramento, rent a car, drive to Climax and we could take it from there. In the meantime, I'd phone him at every stop enroute. By the time we finished lunch we were both a little more calm. But, for me, it didn't last. I stopped at a convenience store in Truckee and noticed the beach sand on the floor mats when I was getting back into the car. From there to Reno I kept reliving the weekend and began to realize that there was more between Clair and me than our enjoying a weekend fling together. I kept trying to calm myself down by saying a relationship with a boy was not what I really needed right now -- career wise and all (despite the fact that the senior partner of my firm was a closet gay, told me as much, and, I consequently admitted to being gay, also). However, having a live-in, teenage, boy toy was by no means a common occurrence in Omaha. Then, my parents didn't have a clue as to my sexuality. I decided I had to rethink this whole thing long and hard. I waxed back and forth all the way to Reno. I guess I didn't really grasp the fact that all men had two heads -- one on their shoulders and one on their cock - and they sometimes competed for attention. When I arrived I decided I needed more than the same, cheap motel I had stayed in on the way to California and ended up in a really posh hotel/casino I had seen advertised on a billboard on the way into town. After a couple of scotch and sodas, I ate at one of the hotel restaurants, started to play poker, couldn't even begin to concentrate, so switched to the slots but they couldn't hold my attention. Back in the room, I dialed room service for a couple more high-balls. When the bell boy delivered them he asked how I was tonight and for some reason I responded "lonely". He told me it happens in hotels. I asked him if there was a lot of sex to be had in Reno. He said there tons of sex in Reno, but it was all very expensive and advised me that it was safer to have him arrange to have a girl come to the room than it was to pick one up on the street or in a bar. I guess I hesitated a little too long and he added: "or boys". (For some reason I remembered that Gary -- my gay friend in Omaha -- the one that told me I had a cocksucker's car -- had once told me the best cure for any problem was a strange piece of ass. Anyway, the bellhop was out the door, assuring me that he'd be right back. When he returned, he had a small notebook with pictures of women and men, with a description of each and the amount they charged. The price for women seemed to go up with their looks and/or the size of their boobs. Men's' rates escalated in proportion to their age, looks and the size of the blessing their creator had bestowed them with between their legs. I asked the bell boy if they took travelers checks or credit cards. He replied "only cash". I signed some traveler checks which he took to the manager to cash. When he came back I told him I liked the young guy with the huge tool -- (at $300.00). He didn't question me but told me to give him several choices and he'd go down the list -- he'd pimped for them all before -- he knew what to ask and being early in the evening he knew I'd be better off with someone who hadn't shot his load yet. Later, he escorted the young guy to my room. I offered him a drink from the host bar, he accepted, I asked him what he liked to do. "What ever you would like to do that would get you off in an hour". I had a condom from San Francisco and told him I wanted to fuck him then suck on his big dick. At the time I didn't know, but have heard since, that these pay-for-sex encounters rarely turn out very well. This one did, the kid was warm and obliging, had a nice asshole, even though it was apparent that he was not a tight virgin. I fucked his ass for a while, but didn't shoot, wanting to save that while jacking off when sucking on what looked to be an 8" or 9" horse cock. The sucking and jacking produced the desired result. He dressed, I rated him a 10 and tipped him 15%, per the bell boy's recommendation. $300 fucking dollars and it do much for me -- it just added guilt to my indecision. I made me feel cheap and dirty. It was then I fully realized, for the first time in my life, the vast difference between sex for carnal satisfaction and sex for and because of love. It was not late. I phoned Clair. He was out of his mind happy, but I could tell he had been crying. Talk about feeling cheap. I wasn't worth a fucking penny; that's how cheap I felt. I asked him if he wanted me to come back tonight. He said that it was raining in Colfax and snowing above 2,000 ft. elevation and the highway patrol was not letting cars start over the summit without tire chains. He said he knew I had to get home. I told him I'd call from Salt Lake City and Cheyenne. Half way to Salt Lake City I finally realized I could use my cell-phone. I called him and told him I could call him even while on the road and gave him my phone number told him to call whenever he felt the need. So we talked In Salt Lake City, Rock Springs and Rawlins, Wyoming, plus Cheyenne. I tried several times Thursday to get him after I crossed the state line into Nebraska -- Sidney, North Platte, Kearny, Grand Island and even Lincoln, with no luck. I didn't panic but was sorry I couldn't find him at home. No sooner had I pulled into my assigned parking stall in the lot adjacent to my small, 3-story apartment and was getting my luggage out of the car than I heard someone hollering my name. I looked toward the street and it was Clair running toward me -- he practically knocked me over with his embrace. God but he was excited and his excitement immediately transferred to me. "You aren't angry at me are you, Nate?" "Funny boy, I've been worried about you all day but now I've just got to be the happiest man on earth!" "What if I told you I'm going to stay with you?" "Go on tell me, make me even happier!" There were a few cans of beer left in the fridge from prior to my vacation. I tossed one to Clair and opened one for myself. I told Clair there were a couple of things we should take care of before we attacked each other sexually. I told him to call his father and I wanted to talk to him, too. Then, I had to call my mom to let her know I was home. After Clair talked to his dad he handed me the phone. Clair's surname was Mueller, so I addressed his dad as Mr. Mueller, assured him the Clair was waiting for me when I got home, I was very happy to have him move in with me and I'd take good care of him. He wanted to know something about me, so I told him I was a lawyer, had a two bedroom, rather spacious apartment in not a new, but not an old, building either, and I had family in Omaha. I told him Clair didn't seem to bring much with him and if he wanted to pack up some of his belongings at his convenience, send them UPS collect to the office as they had an account with UPS and I would send him several labels, so there would be no question when UPS picked them up. The conversation evidently lasted longer than Clair expected; he knelt down between my legs, spread them apart, unzipped my pants and worked both my cock and balls out of the fly, kissed my cock and sat looking at it erecting as I continued talking to his dad. Pulling my free hand down he sucked on my fingers, pulled off my shoes, ran his hand as far up my pant legs as he could, all kinds of distracting stuff. His dad asked if Clair would be enrolling in school. I told him that, by coincidence, a high-school classmate of mine had just become Assistant Principal of the high school nearest the apartment, I was sure he would let Clair start without transfer papers; I would take Clair there Monday and find out exactly what kind of records would be required and how to obtain them, saying I'd call him back on this Monday evening. His dad ended the conversation by saying he felt a lot happier about things now that we had talked and he thanked me for visiting with him. He said I sounded like a nice, level-headed young man. I told him again, not to worry; I realized that Clair's most urgent need right now was for me to become an older brother or a father for him. He laughed and said that might be hard to do as Clair liked to be bossy. I told him I'd already experienced that and actually I kind of enjoyed it when he bossed me once-in-a- while as it showed he was concerned about me, just the same as I was concerned about him. Phoning my mother would just have to wait. The minute I put the telephone down Clair was on top of me. I told him to wait, picked him up and bodily carried him to my bed, rumpled and unmade from leaving early the morning I left for California. "Oh Baby, it's going to seem like we're married sleeping in my own bed with you." He didn't reply but smiled while frantically jerking my clothes off as I stripped him of his. If it is technically possible for two persons to simultaneously rape each other at the same time that is what Clair and I did to each other. We were desperate, greedy, sex starved and so frantically disorganized that we could not seem to proceed beyond kissing, fondling squirming all over the bed, keeping body contact, pawing and squeezing the other's genitals, as if it was the first time we had ever seen or touched another male down there. Finally, Clair flopped himself in the middle of the bed and told me to play with his nipples, hard, make them really sore, he wanted them so sore they'd be sensitive all day tomorrow as a constant reminder to him of what we had done. He was no longer passive, we were on each other for over an hour until we had both exhausted ourselves -- he was truly a young, cum factory. After climax, he could erect faster and get into the game for another round quicker than anyone I had ever had relations with before. He finally dropped off to sleep. I spread a thin blanket over him, as the air-conditioning had made the apartment almost too cool. Before he woke up, I called my mother. Sunday, we opened the door, hollered "Hello", and walked in. My mother was in the kitchen and I introduced her to Clair. It was obvious she liked him from the word go and asked how long he was going to visit. He replied: "I'm living with Nate, now." (Shit, I had forgotten to tell Clair that I was in the closet to my parents." She didn't hesitate but told us how nice she thought that would be. Seeing my expression, she added that she had always known. My dad came up from the basement. Mom introduced Clair, told him our news and he, too, was OK with it. (That was easier than I ever thought it would be.) Dad had just poured me a drink and handed Clair a beer when my older brother, John, arrived with his wife, Peggy, and their son Kevin, a 6 year-old and in the first-grade. Peggy kissed me and shook hands with Clair. Dad fixed John and Peggy drinks and gave Kevin a small coke in a plastic tumbler; John took his drink, went into the family-room and started watching sports on TV; he didn't ask if I had a nice vacation -- I assumed he was having a bad hair day (he could be a grouch at times anyway). The rest of us remained in the kitchen and visited. Kevin took a shine to Clair right away; it was obvious that Clair related well with kids. Peggy, Clair and I helped mom carry the food to the dining room. We were just into the main course when John finally decided to come out of his shell. He looked at me and said: "Well, I see you found yourself a cute, San Francisco fag to bring home." (Deathly silence all around) Clair didn't hesitate long until he replied: "Well, thank you, John; I've had a lot of girls tell me they thought I was cute, but you're the first guy that ever said that to me. I'll take it as a compliment." Thing were getting a little too hot. I excused myself from the table, stood up and told Clair: "Come on, we're leaving:" He shot back "Sit down!" (Stunned silence followed this time from everyone.) I sat back down. My mother looked at me and my dad about chocked on the food he had in his mouth. Kevin interrupted the fray by asking: "Clair, what's a fag?" Very calmly, Clair responded: "Kevin, I think your dad meant to say Gay; it isn't a word used very often now but it means the same as happy." Then, addressing me, he said: "Nate, I didn't take offense at what John said. I guess the truth isn't always what hurts the most. You mother and dad seem comfortable with my being here and I don't get a chance to enjoy a good, home cooked meal very often. Can't we just cool it and enjoy our dinner?" John announced that he was leaving. Peggy told him that he knew she never cooked an evening meal after eating at mom and dad's at noon. Leave if he wanted to, but she was staying and I could take her home. Wow! I was beginning to enjoy things. Family arguments were rare in this house, but Clair and Peggy seemed to be in control, so I decided to just eat my meal and enjoy it along with the argument. It was neither deadly silence nor stunned silence but silence did prevail for a while, until Clair, addressing my dad, said: "Mr. Coleman, Nate tells me that you work for the Union Pacific Railroad." My dad replied he had worked for them since he graduated from high school and probably would until the day he retired or died, whichever came first -- glad to have found someone who expressed an interest in his job. "The reason I asked is that John misspoke, I guess he assumed I was from San Francisco. I'm not. I'm from a small town on the western slope of the Sierras -- Colfax, California. Not an important town but it was named for a Civil War General. Of course the building of the Union Pacific west from Omaha and the then Central Pacific east from Sacramento was closely connected to the Civil War Era. Lincoln foresaw the need for a transcontinental rail line. In his mind it bound California to the rest of the states and thought that was a necessary thing to do, even a military necessity. Lincoln had to oppose the Southern States who wanted the line built from New Orleans to Los Angeles." And, I'm sure you know of all the Civil War Generals that worked on the behalf of the Union Pacific -- General Grenville Dodge who surveyed the route west through Nebraska and General Jack Casement who spearheaded the laying of track through Wyoming. My dad asked him how he had gotten so interested in railroads and Clair told him his grandfather had been a station agent on the Southern Pacific in Colfax until he retired and he still had a lot of his grandfather's old "Railway Gazettes", which he treasured and as a boy spent hours dreaming about trains and all the privately owned railroads, their names, the maps showing where they all went and the detailed passenger train schedules. He had just brought my dad into our camp - dad had found someone interested in railroads. Clair concluded by saying he had a book which he would ask his dad to send -- "Nothing Like it in the World", by Stephen Ambrose, which was about building the transcontinental railroad." My mom piped in: "Do you like books, Clair?" This led to their dominating the conversation for the next 15-minutes -- history was at the top of their serious reading and murder mysteries headed their light reading. Continuing they agreed that John Lescroart and P. D. James were among the best in the field, both liking the way the two authors wove the same characters into all of their books. Clair scored again; he had just put my mom in his pocket. John was still visibly up-tight, yet quietly seething and to the degree that I was almost feeling sorry for him. Clair made eye contact with me (we were sitting across the table from each other) we smiled and I reached my hand out across the table (I don't know why I did it, I had never done anything like it before, but Clair was on the same wavelength). He reached across the table and we momentarily touched our forefingers together. Children, as you know, never miss anything and Kevin asked Clair: "Why did you touch my Uncle Nate's finger?" "Well, Kevin, when you can't say something in words, something like `I like you', you can say the same thing by touching fingers." "Do you like my Uncle Nate?" "Very much." "Does he like you?" "Why don't you ask Uncle Nate?" I nodded and Kevin stuck his little hand out, forefinger extended and, being still on the same wavelength, Clair and I simultaneously extended our hands and touched his forefinger with ours." All women are, I guess, and for certain my mom is a romantic. By this one simple act of touching fingers, Clair was on the way to becoming her newest and favorite son. At the same time, Clair had guided me into revealing a side of myself previously unseen by my family and unknown to myself -- a warmth, gentleness and tenderness. We left no doubt among those at the table, except John, of course, that we were two young men in love with each other, wanting to include my family in that love, demonstrated in touching Kevin's little finger. Yet, in love to the extent that if my older brother couldn't accept the fact I would have to say goodbye to him - in love to the extent that I had no choice, despite any heartbreaking consequences that might result, but to begin a newfound life with Clair. When, only halfway unaware what I was doing, I shook my head and escaped my thoughts, I told mom and dad that Clair and I should be going. Mom and dad walked us out to the front porch to say their goodbyes. Clair started to apologize, my dad broke in and said it wasn't necessary -- John had just demonstrated what an asshole he could be. Clair, addressing my mom, said: "Mrs. Coleman, I should have told you I tend to be a little bossy with Nate sometimes. I didn't mean to startle all of you." She laughed and said that she had enjoyed the episode; I needed someone who could boss me, adding that I was never too good at accepting direction from others when I was a teenager. Everyone hugged and we were on our way. Once out into the street, I said: "God, Clair, you were brilliant. I was so fucking proud of you. You were so smart, so well read, all that stuff." "And you're a little dense! I always assumed you had a brain -- being an attorney and all. The problem is we're still too fucking overwelemed with each other's genitals to even look for anything beyond them." "I hope that feeling never diminishes." "Don't worry; it's going to get stronger. We'll just have to content ourselves with slow discovery of what lies beyond man sex." I'm giving you one month to train me how to take your cock up my ass." "You mean my big, fat, corn-fed, uncut, Nebraska cock." "If that's the same one that has a big head, you guessed. Don't tell me you've been hiding a second one? Oh, and the first session starts tonight." "You'll have a sore ass Baby." "It can't be any worse than my sore nipples. And, I like it when you call me "Baby". Call me that all the time when we're alone; it makes me hot." "As if you needed anything to make you hot." Well, we continued going to mom's every Sunday but John and his family never showed. It wasn't until last Friday- near the end of June - that he made contact with me, by calling on the phone one evening. He asked if he and Kevin could come by. I replied: "Sure". In about half-an-hour the door intercom rang, I buzzed the door so they could come up and Clair and I together opened the apartment door when he knocked. He was holding Kevin, but wrapped his free arm around my shoulder and motioned for Clair to join us. Any and all of our remaining ill feelings just seemed to drain from our minds. John started crying so hard that he started us all to crying. Clair broke the reunion hug and took Kevin into his arms. John was a mess. "I'm so sorry, Clair and Nate, so terribly sorry. So ashamed. So miserable. I guess I was so shocked at mom's that I was angry you had sprung your and Clair's situation on me so suddenly, but now I realize there was no warning, no preparation that you could have given me. The whole thing was my fault; I was just prejudiced about gays and finding that my own brother was gay just caused me to fall apart. Can you guys forgive me? Clair, can you let me be your older brother? I really want to. I love you, I love Nate. I'm so terribly sorry." Clair interrupted: "Hey bro being terribly sorry is where you started. Don't torture yourself again by a repeat. I've always wanted but never had a big brother -- in fact I've often wondered how things might have turned out for me if I had. I can't think of a nicer big brother than you. Sure I'll let you; I even want you to be." I asked: "Can two gays kiss their big brother?" John pulled us together; we took turns kissing each other. John said: "Wow! You guys are pretty good at that -- in fact you're almost too damn good. I might consider taking lessons from you." "Clair warned him that kissing could become addictive." Kevin had calmed down and wanted kissed -- the three of us took turns. Kevin giggled. SO --- here ends the story. Clair and I are totally immerged in our new life together and Clair is about ready to take my Nebraska, corn-fed endowment up his pretty little backside -- I'm going to try this weekend. I am eager for the day that he can. From what I've concluded to date, through somewhat cautious experimentation, is that his love hole will be a really warm, tight, slippery place to do some serious boy fucking. He thinks it will make us feel closer to each other. He's mistaken; to feel closer than we do is impossible, but it keeps his pecker up in the meantime by just thinking about it. So, I don't dispute him. It would only start him off on a bossy session again, and I'd have to stop him by kissing him and unzipping his jeans at the same time -- a lesson I have learned from him. SO (again) --- if there are any readers who have followed the story to the end, presuming there were any to start with, it would sure be great if you could spare a moment to e-mail me if you liked it. Suggestions as to how I could improve my next attempt are welcome. The best to all of you and my kindest regards.