Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 13:15:21 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: HORSECOCK NEIGHBOR - 2 Our first stop was when we pulled off at a rest stop. The 7 urinals were all being used. When one became vacant, Michael nodded for me to go first. He soon stepped up when the first one next to me became vacant. "Jason, don't hurry, no more rest stops between here and LA." He pulled out his 9 inches and when he was finished pissing he began jacking on it and shaking it. I got immediately erect. The traffic in the toilet had eased off and then another guy took the second urinal away on the other side of Michael. He wasn't too discreet in checking Michael out and soon moved over to the urinal adjacent to Michael. When we put our cocks back, zipped up and walked back to the car, the guy followed us. While Michael was unlocking the car door, the guy who had been scoping him out, asked he if he could ask him a question. I guess Michael thought he wanted directions or wanted to know how far it was to some town, so Michael said, "Sure." "It's kinda personal, but I saw your dick in there and I would sure like to know how big it is." "Well, I've never measured it, but I think it's about 9-inches." "Are you and the boy together? Is he your son?" "Sort of but better than that. We're fuck-buddies." "No kidding, can the boy take that thing?" "He sure can; he loves it and it loves his boy cunt." "Oh shit, if you're going to LA, could we arrange a 3-way?" "We're going to LA but we're not into 3-ways, sorry, guy." "Please man, I'd pay you $500 for a half-hour session with the two of you." "Sorry, again, no dice." He walked away and we got back on the freeway. I started giggling, that started Michael to laughing and his laughing started me to laughing, too. "That guy sure wasn't willing to pay $500 for me, Michael. You must have a valuable dick." "I do. I wouldn't have said yes if he'd offered a thousand. I do have a valuable dick and you've got a valuable boy cunt. Don't forget it." "Michael, why were you exposing yourself back there, anyway? You started it all, you know." "Because I know it makes you hot to look at it. So, why were you looking at it?" "Because it makes me hot." "See, I knew that. I just said that. I like to get you all hot and worked up because it makes me hot just knowing you're hot." "Does it really?" "Of course. I've told you before you can make me hotter, faster than anybody I've ever known." "I like you hot and horny, too. It means we'll be getting into each other's panties pretty soon." "You got that right, little fuck-buddy." The next stop was when we saw a freeway sign indicating "gas and food" was available at the next exit. He filled his tank, parked and we went to the men's room which you entered by a separate door at the side of the gas station and went into the rear stall together and locked the door. Michael sat on the toilet and whispered, "No more shooting your load while you're blowing me. Give me yours first then you can suck me." Then he stood up and I took my turn. Well, I'm not the only one that has premature climaxes. Occasionally it happens to Michael, unfortunately it happened this time. And, as is always the case when it happens his climaxes must be something special, excruciatingly intense – so intense in fact that his whole body spasms and he becomes very loud and sometimes even vocal. All of a sudden (and not in a whisper) he says, "Jesus Christ! I don't understand how you do that. It's like when your ass grabs my cock when I'm fucking you. Stand up so I can kiss you." I tell you, it was embarrassing to open the stall door and walk the length of the room to the exterior door. Five or six men stared us down. We kept right on walking. Deep down I didn't give a shit. As I've told you before, the fact that Michael has sex with me is flattering to me. I'm proud of the fact and passed it off that the guys in the toilet were, among other things, jealous. If I had been one of them and Michael had walked out with someone else, I know I'd have been jealous. "Jason, are you hungry?" "Yea, I'm starved." "Me, too. I don't think I could hold out until we get to LA and find someplace decent. Just order a steak. A steak is hard to fuck-up. Besides, it has a lot of protein, which is what we need right now, having just depleted a big batch of it." Michael ordered a beer and I had a Pepsi. He ordered a large size can of beer - "Fosters" from Australia - and asked for a glass, explaining he didn't like drinking out of a can. I managed to get a few sly swigs of it from the glass. Waiting for the salad, I got the giggles again. Nothing Michael said or did could make me stop until I noticed two men sitting in a booth across the room looking at us – one of them was one of the guys who was staring at us when we came out of the toilet stall. It was kind of strange – someone I didn't know, but at the same time, knew that I sucked cocks and could take it up my ass. At least they didn't know the size of Michael's cock. I just hoped they didn't follow us to the car like the guy at the rest stop. I told Michael about them and said to him, "Maybe I should have our waitress deliver them a note: "Unless your first bid is $1,000.00 for 30 minutes, don't waste our time." That started Michael laughing, which wasn't too unusual. We were always joking back and forth, horsing around, and our relationship was filled with smiles and laughter. Sometimes Michael acted more like a kid than I did. I loved it when he did and suspected that he did it to make me feel more comfortable around him. In downtown LA, Michael checked us into a spectacular, high-rise, glass sheathed, hotel. The doorman checked our reservation and an attendant disappeared with the car. A bellboy took our luggage (1 piece each and a suit of Michael's, on a hanger with a plastic cover over it) and accompanied us to the room. He was probably just out of high school, a real looker and, although not out-and-out obvious, left little doubt that he was gay and curious about the two of us and our relationship – it didn't take many brains to deduce that the age spread was too far for us to be brothers and not far enough to be father and son (despite what the jerk at the rest stop had asked). Michael gave him a tip and asked him to bring up two beers and two bourbon and sodas. "Hey, fuck-buddy, let's hurry and take a quick shower before he comes back." We hadn't closed the bathroom door and had just stepped out of the shower when we heard a knock at the door. Never shy, Michael just said, "Fuck" and went to the door, towel over his shoulders, dripping water on the rug and opened the door. I thought the poor bellboy was going to drop his tray. He completely lost all his concentration and had a hell of a time recuperating. He had an even harder time lifting his gaze up to look Michael in the face. Like I was the first time, he was totally captivated with looking at Michael's 9-inch cock. I had the feeling we'd be seeing more of him. We got into one of the two queen sized beds together, watched TV and had the drinks the bellboy had brought up. I looked over at Michael; even with his head propped up so he could watch TV, he was fast asleep. I knew he'd put in some overtime Wednesday and Thursday getting ready for this trip to LA. And, adding the driving to his time at the office he'd had a long day today. I pulled at the edges of his pillows as best as I could to make things a little more comfortable for him, turned off the TV and the lights, kissed him on the cheek, laid on my side, facing him and cuddled up as close as I could get. I felt no need to be sneaky about it, I just reached down and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his huge cock – the cock I dreamed of each night in bed was now, for the first time, in the same bed as I was and for the whole night. Holding it was like a sedative. I went right to sleep. Several times I woke just enough to realize we had changed positions, so I'd just find it again, and take hold of it. Sometime, I have no idea what time it was, I began to wake up as I realized I was in a sitting position, being held that way as well as being held tightly against a body and someone was stroking my hair and kissing me all over my face. At first I thought I was having one of my homosexual dreams. But I became aware it was Michael as he kept repeating the same words, over and over again. "Sweet baby, I love you so much, I'm so sorry" "What's the matter, Michael?" I knew from his voice, he was about in tears. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I fell asleep on our first night together in bed and I didn't even make love to you. I'm so ashamed. You've been so hyped up, looking forward to coming here with me. And when I woke up you had your hand wrapped around my cock. For some reason, that brought it home to me more than anything we've done together, how much you love me and want me. "Fuck me now, right after I go to the bathroom." He took my hand and we walked to the bathroom together. We stood side by side holding each other's cocks as we pissed. Back in bed he turned on a bedside lamp. I had him turn it back off. "Fuck me in the dark, Michael." He moved me into the middle of the bed and into my favorite poison, on my back with pillows under my ass. There was very little light in the room but as he held my legs up I could barely distinguish the towering figure of a tall, slender man in front of me. I sure as hell, though, could feel him slowly slipping his big cock into my boy box, even though we'd lubed each other generously. He was taking it really slow and easy at first, until, as always his need to shoot took control and he said. "I'm close, make your boy cunt grab it." He didn't even pull out, but just rested atop me. Without words, he lubed us again. There was no need for words from me, either; it was obvious he was going to fuck me again. He spread my legs, got on his elbows atop me and told me to guide it in. I reached down and put the end of his big cockhead against my sphincter. When he had it fully in, I locked my legs over his back and he began fucking me. It was wonderful, there in the darkness, our bodies locked together in the beautiful, forbidden act of homosexual love between a man and a boy – I was getting fucked by his big cock and kissed by him at the same time. It was as if we were the only two living beings on earth - two male bodies locked together as tightly as if we were one. Michael paused and raised himself up, reached into a bedside drawer and said: "Jason, I'm hesitant to do this, but this is so extraordinary, so dream like, I want to take us one step further. Raise your head I want to give you something, I'll explain more fully later on." He put one hand behind my head, held something to one of my nostrils that felt like the opening of a small bottle. Pinch the other side of your nose and inhale, but not too deeply." He then held it to the other nostril and I then heard him sniffing from the bottle. He had me repeat the procedure and I was aware that he again inhaled deeply from the bottle. Then he started again and took me into a dream like world of being fucked; being fucked deep by his huge, hard, fuck tool for the second time in one brief period of time, but this time it was so different. The only thing I could think of was that Michael was slowly working his huge cock, which God had given him to fuck women, in and out of my boy cunt. It had never felt quite this good before. I hoped that somehow he'd never climax and that it would never end. Again, he stopped, held my head up with his left hand and held the bottle to first one nostril and another and then to his own nose. If his cock felt good before, it was absolutely out of this world now. Before, I'd always lost my erection when he was fucking me, but this time I began to erect and for the first time had an orgasm with his cock inside me. I spewed my cum between our stomachs and within less than a minute I had a second orgasm. He kept on slowly pushing it in and out. Forbidden or not, it was what I wanted; nothing else in the world could feel this good. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being fucked by a huge cock. It was almost the size of a horsecock and I was taking the whole thing, it didn't even hurt. It was total pleasure. I was a big boy now. Then I felt his cock swell inside me; I felt it spew its love juice deep into my body. He pulled out and rolled over on his back. I turned onto my side and kissed his cheek. "Oh baby, that was something else. I've told you that you're the best fuck I've ever had. That was above and beyond anything that I've ever experienced before. I love you so much." "It was that way for me, too. I'm I a good fuck-buddy for you?" "You're the best little fuck-buddy boy that a man could ever have." "I've waited like what seemed forever for a man to take a liking to me. I'm so glad it was you. I never knew it could be such a warm, tender, exciting thing." "It might have seemed forever but it couldn't have been for too long; you're too young. You're young, beautiful, in the full bloom of boyhood and ripe for picking. I just happened, thank God, to come along and be the lucky one to come on to you when you were ready." "I really do love you, Michael." "I know, you've told me before. And, I've told you that I love you. I know, too, that we're both finding a lot of warmth, closeness and sexual satisfaction in our love. Jason, it's everything love should be and I can't thank you enough." I started to answer, but he put his finger over my lips and said, " It time we went back to sleep." With that he found my hand and wrapped it around his cock shaft. "That's so nice when you hold it while I'm sleeping. Try to keep it there, will you?" "I will. I like to hold it." Michael had told me his appointment wasn't until two in the afternoon. It was 9:30 when I awoke and went to the bathroom. Michael was still asleep on his back, the same as when he'd gone to sleep. On getting back into bed, I saw the bottle on the nightstand, looked at it and it had a name that really didn't mean much toward explaining what the contents were. I took it back to bed with me, held it in one hand and wrapped the other around his flaccid cock, resting atop one of his legs. I couldn't resist sucking on it and got it fully hard. I took a sniff from the bottle and got into some real cocksucking. It made sucking cock as dream like as getting fucked last night. After another hit, his cock seemed to get larger (whether it actually was or not) and sucking it more pleasurable, more important and I became obsessed with making him shoot. I didn't realize it but he was awake and told me he was close. I could feel him swelling in my mouth and I stopped so he could enjoy his climax, which was large and deliciously juicy. I couldn't understand how he could climax and shoot so often. Michael walked across the room and picked up a room service menu, we looked at it and he ordered breakfast. When it was delivered, he got up and answered the door, completely naked, his flaccid cock swinging as he walked and asked the bellboy to put the tray beside the bed because we were going to have breakfast in bed. The poor kid, his eyes were about to pop out of his head, looking at Michael get back into bed. It was completely obvious that we'd slept together all night. The second bed was completely made up with bedspread and all. Michael signed the bill, gave him a 5 dollar tip and said: "Want to see my boy toy naked, too?" "Sure!" With that, he whipped the sheet off of me and the kid had a good look at both of us. "Jesus. Thanks. I enjoyed that, and believe me, I'm jealous." After breakfast, we showered together and got dressed. Michael put on a dark, blue suit, a dress shirt, a tie and black shoes. He was really a handsome young dude. It was the first time I'd seen him dressed up that close. I put on a pair of tan pants and one of the two dress shirts that my mom had made me take, along with a tie and brown leather loafers. When Michael came out of the door from where he'd had the interview, he was all smiles. In the car he explained that he'd signed a big contract. The guy he interviewed was about 55 years old and remarked that he was impressed with Michael, as he knew what he was talking about and he was exceptional in presenting himself because he was very relaxed, not nervous as a lot of young men were. "Did you tell him, you'd done a lot of relaxing last night and this morning?" "No, but Sunday night and Monday morning we're going to do some more relaxing. I'll try not to fuck you two times, one right after the other, though." I wish you would. That was so hot. Michael, I hate to tell you, but I think you're turning me into a boy whore. I just can't get enough of you." "I know baby, and that's great with me. I can't think of anything more exciting than having my own boy whore. But you fucking better never give it to anyone else." "You know you're the only one. I'm your very own, private fuck hole." "Jason, you used the word `whore'. You're far from being a whore. A whore does it for money. You and I do it because we love each other and it is the most intimate way for us to express that love. I want you to know that I can't get enough of you either. I was never really able to get my cock totally hard until we started having sex. The first time you sucked my cock on the patio, I knew what total hardness was like, I knew I'd found the answer to my dreams. I really do love you and in more ways than one." I started to cry. "Oh shit, Jason, not again, please. If you're trying to tell me that you love me, I already know that." Michael leaned over and kissed me before he backed out and left the parking garage. "OK, Jason, next stop Disneyland." Michael took off his suit coat and tie, opened his collar and I took off my tie. There was a line, even buying tickets and getting up to the entrance gate. Even in line there were a lot of young girls staring at Michael. Again, as I've said so many times before, I was so proud being with him. He was so fucking good looking; I knew a lot of those staring wanted him but I was the one that was getting him. I was his fuck-buddy. Those girls wouldn't understand that. Disneyland was absolutely fantastic, as I suppose it is to every kid the first time he sees it. Michael knew of a decent place to have dinner. It was way after dark when we left. We had intentionally waited until it got dark, so we could watch the fireworks. Just out of the parking lot, Michael asked me if I liked the poppers and said he'd forgotten to explain that was what they were commonly called. I loved them. Good, I'm going to go back a different way, even though it's a little longer. I know a porno bookstore and arcade in Garden Grove where I can buy them. "What do you use them for?" "When I want a really good long jack-off thinking of you, when I'm at the office. I go to the men's room, drop my pants, slip my boxers down, and get high on them jacking off thinking of you." "Do you really think of me when you jack off?" "Hell yes, who the fuck else would I'd think about?" It was a question but I didn't answer it. I just told him I always thought of him when I was jacking-off. He made one more stop at a liquor store for bourbon, club soda and beer. Before backing out from the parking space at the liquor store, he squirmed around and took his pants off, saying, "I've gotta wear my monkey suit again Monday so I want to keep it clean. He reached over, took hold of my hand and placed it on top of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it. It was over an hour before we got to LA. He got off the freeway and parked on a side street to put his pants back on. We were both so fucking horned up that when we got back to the room, we didn't even turn the TV on. Michael sat in one of the lounge chairs and motioned for me to sit on the floor between his legs. He downed a few highballs and I had a couple of beers. Michael had the bottle of bourbon on a small table beside the chair and I guess I wasn't keeping track of what he drank. Anyway he got, how can I say it, I guess `antimated and talkative' will do. He really wasn't drunk and his speech wasn't slurred. "OK, fuck-buddy, I think I fucked you twice last night and pretty hard. Get me off sucking on it tonight. Let's give your boy puss a rest until tomorrow night." "Can I use the poppers? It was so fantastic sucking your cock in bed this morning with them." "OK, but for your information, you're off the bottle once we get back home, except for a very special occasion." "Like what? What kind of occasion? "Like when I'm so nervous and wound up that I need your puss or your mouth to work off my super hard-on and I've been unable to do it in the men's room at work." "Geez, I'd be afraid to use them in the garage. I have no concept of time when I use them." "I know, but just wait until my wife calls me at work some day and tells me she's got to work late. I'll call and ask your mom or dad if you can come eat out with me and maybe go to a movie afterwards. Instead of a movie, we'll go to one I've seen before so I can tell you about it and we'll shack up in a motel together and have some fun." "You can think up the wildest schemes some time." "I get both desperate and inventive where you're concerned. You've got me hard already, sniff your poppers and go down on it." We were both beyond ready. We went to bed; actually he wasn't in bed, only his body was and his legs were over the edge and spread wide – much the same as he had put me on his patio table with my legs hanging over the edge, the first morning we met. On my knees, between his legs, I took his huge cock into my mouth. After a hit on the poppers, I was sucking away when Michael said: "Do you realize what you're doing?" Thinking I was doing something wrong, I said, "No, what am I doing wrong?" "You aren't doing anything wrong, Baby, it's just that you're taking the whole thing, the whole thing for the first time." "I am?" "Yes and don't make me sorry I told you, I would sure as hell don't want to mess you up." I started again and when I got to going, I realized that I was taking the whole thing, the whole 9 inches!" I felt that sucking Michael's cock was taking me somewhere I'd never been before – some unique world open only to boy cocksuckers - open only to boys who loved man cock – boys who loved big cocks – boys who were size queens. It was a very special and wonderful world; so dreamy and, yet, so filled with joy; I thought Michael's cock had been the key that unlocked the gate. The only thing that mattered was that I had a big, hard cock in my mouth that I was sucking. It was Michael's cock; he needed to cum and I could trigger that cock and make it deliver its cum. All I needed to do was keep sucking. Then he brought me back to the real world, to the hotel room. He rose up and with him hands under my arms pulled me up and onto the bed. "Get into bed baby. You've really got me going. I want to suck on yours. Turn around so we can 69. I knew what he meant even though we'd never done it before. It was just too good, too hot for me. My body began to jerk and I started shooting into his mouth. That must have made it too hot for him. His love juice started pouring deep into my mouth. We were climaxing at the same time. We were spent, totally spent. Michael turned around so his head was at the top of the bed, pulled up a sheet and a blanket, took my hand and placed it on his cock. Took one of my legs and pulled it over atop him and we went to sleep. The next morning he kissed me awake. "Come on babe, let's shower and check out. We'll eat breakfast at one of the coffee shops off the lobby." "Are we on short time, or something?" "Not really, I just have a big thing planned for us on the way to San Diego." He wouldn't tell me what it was. Somewhere in Orange County he got off the freeway and went into a convenience store and came out with a plastic cooler. I guessed we were going to have a picnic. I'd forgotten all about being close to the ocean but it turned out that a beach was were we were going. He got off the freeway when we were kinda close to San Diego, found a place to park and by making two trips we carried stuff down the path to the beach. I stayed with the first load while he went back for the second. He had planned on this all along; he even had a beach umbrella, towels and blankets. "Michael, I wish you'd clued me in before we left home. I didn't bring a swimsuit." "Don't worry about it. The ocean is still kinda cold until July and it's a nude beach anyway." I watched him strip. "Come on, don't be bashful. Do I have to take your clothes off, too?" I felt kinda shy doing it in public. The closer it got to noon, the more people started arriving and, believe me, they all gawked at Michael's tall, slender body and his big dick hanging down between his legs. After we'd been there less than two hours a wind came up, blowing in from the ocean, and the sky turned, not cloudy, but gray – no sunshine at all. Michael unfolded a couple of the blankets, told me to stand up and he wrapped one around me and another around himself. "Summer in Southern California is unpredictable until July." We ate our deli sandwiches and each had a couple of beers, the cans of which he had covered in an insulating, foam rubber covering – both to keep them cold and hide the contents of the cans. "Jason, we skipped our morning routine – you didn't suck me off, so how about cuddling up to my back. I'll drop my blanket and you can wrap yours around the front of me as well as around yourself." It was nice being co close to him, both nice and warm. He took one of my hands and put it on his cock, already totally hard and erect. "Jack me off, then we'll change positions and I'll do you." It was great holding his cock. He seemed to have planned on working in a lot of things this weekend - stuff we'd never done before. Reaching around his body and jacking his big cock was so exciting, in that position it was kinda like I was jacking myself which made me wish mine were as big as Michaels. Maybe it was best it wasn't, though. If mine were that big I'd be masturbating all the time – non-stop. "Oh babe, you're making it feel so good. Take it slow, make it last." He twisted his head around and kissed me, just as someone was walking past. They smiled. I wondered if they could see the blanket moving up and down in front of his crotch. As I've said before, there's little that bothers Michael and I was getting to be the same way. I really think I'd consent to any place and time he chose to give it to me. Although this was the first time I'd masturbated Michael, I was getting more and more attuned to him, more sensitive as to how close he was to climax. This time I knew and moved my hand around his cockhead so I could feel his cum as it pulsed out of his big dick. He should have done it to me first. Whenever I did anything to him first was a guarantee that I'd cum pretty quick after he got started and I did. "Michael, I've got to use the toilet." "There aren't any. What do you have to do?" "Piss." "See those big rock formations down to the right? As I remember, go past the first group and into the second group. Be careful some woman doesn't rape you." When I walked into the second outcropping of rocks, there was a guy, about 17 or 18 years old that was jacking his dick like mad. I stopped because I couldn't resist looking. "Don't stand there suck it." I no sooner got my mouth around it than he shot. That made me hard and I had a hell of a time pissing. The sun began to come out again and the wind died down, so we took off the blankets and sat on the beach towels and decided to stay awhile longer. All of the people passing had up until now just looked at us, but none stopped until a white guy and a teenage, black dude walked up to us and asked if they could chat awhile. Michael and Tony, the older guy with the black teenager, introduced us. "I'm being presumptive, Michael, but is Jason your boy toy? We're curious because that's Jay' relationship with me." "Yea, among other things." His reply seemed a little sharp, but I didn't think much about it until later. "You guys from San Diego?" "No, we're from the Bay area." That time he lied. Tony, the older guy, had a kinda tiny dick, but Jay had enough cock for both of them. He was bigger that Michael and I estimated it as 11-inches. He was a really nice looking kid and he kept looking and smiling at me. "How long are you going to stay at the beach, Michael?" "We're about ready to leave now." "Why don't you come by the house and have a couple of drinks on the terrace and watch the ocean awhile?" Michael looked at me and knew I was for it, so he said, "OK. We'll follow you." "It's kinda hard to find, with a tricky freeway off ramp involved, too. Jay has a driver's license, let Jason ride with him and I'll ride with you in your car." They helped us carry our stuff back to the car and Jay and I walked about two blocks to Tony's car. The house turned out to be a little north and west of San Diego and overlooked the harbor instead of the ocean. On the way Jay and I talked incessantly. "Is Tony an Italian?" "The name sort of suggests that but it is a nick name for Anthony. He's English actually, lots of English are named Tony, as in Tony Blair." Michael seems like a real nice guy. Tony is a prick, though." "Really." "Yea, difficult to get along with." "Sorry about that, Michael is wonderful. He's a neighbor of mine, married and I live right next door. He's wonderful to me." "Tony is a real ass. Fucking me is all he'll do, no sucking no jacking, no kissing. He calls that queer shit." "Can't you leave?" "Don't I wish, I just graduated from high school, can't find a job that would support me so I'm stuck with him for a while." "I really was fascinated with your cock." "It get's a lot of stares at the beach. Michael has a nice one, too." "I know. It was the biggest one I'd ever seen until I saw yours." "If you wanta look at it some more, unzip me and drag it out." It was soft and was quite a struggle to get it out of his fly. It was so different from Michael's. Michaels was a smooth tube of cock flesh; Jays was full of veins including a big one that seemed to run straight down the middle of the top. Michael had a large cockhead; Jays cock tapered down and his cockhead was small. I not only looked at it, but I felt it up and then began jacking on it. "Oh God, Jason, that feels so good. Make me cum." "I don't really know how, it's so big. What do I do?" "Turn a little in the seat, squeeze the back end with your left hand and concentrate on the head and the first four inches of the shaft behind the head." It didn't take long. He was too hot. "Grab a Kleenex, and hold it around the head. If I get cum on Tony's car, he'll kill me." Like Michael's, it didn't seem to matter much whether it was hard or soft – it was practically the same size either way." Michael asked to use the phone and called the hotel to say he was in town and would be checking in within a few hours. The person on the phone told him he'd had a call Saturday evening from a woman who identified herself as Mr. Gallagher's secretary saying your appointment had been changed from 1 PM tomorrow until 8:30 AM. With that knowledge Michael wanted to leave after an hour, max. We had a nice time, Michael and Tony talking mostly to each other and Jay and I together, as we'd done in the car. As well as drinks, Tony fixed a great variety of nice snacks, which tasted good after the beach. In the car, on the way to the hotel, Michael said he couldn't understand why the appointment had been bumped up. He also remarked that he couldn't relate too well with Tony. For some reason, he didn't like him, he didn't dislike him, but there was something there that seemed to raise a flag. "Did you and Jay get along in the car?" "Yea, he's only 18" and I proceeded to relate Jays remarks about Tony. "I knew there was something weird about Tony" and we dropped the subject. At the hotel desk, Michael asked the clerk how long it took to drive to Tijuana, Mexico. "Well, it's now 4 o'clock. Traffic coming back across the border will be thinning in about 2 hours. If you're going to eat dinner down there, you should be able to get back by 8:30 or 9 at the latest. "Could you give me the name of and directions to a restaurant that you'd recommend?" The desk clerk did and drew Michael a little map. He staid it wasn't a fancy place but had a brisk trade with Americans and the food was excellent. Michael suggested we skip the salad and we both ordered `steak asada' which I enjoyed tremendously. We had a desert that was like a custard. I think it was called a flam. It was also good. We had gone down a few steps from street level to get to the door to the restaurant. We noticed there were a lot of shops if we went down a few more steps. "Michael asked me if I wanted to pick up something for my mom, but I told him maybe next time. Actually, for some reason, I didn't want mom and dad to know I'd gone to Mexico. There was still a line at the border getting back to the states, but we were back in the hotel room at 9:30. "Jason, I'm still feeling a little guilty about having fucked you two times in a row. Let's try something oral again tonight, something we haven't done before. Too, I want us to forget the poppers, OK?" "Anything you want to do is fine with me, Michael, because I know I'll enjoy it." He positioned my head on three pillows at the very top of the bed and, with both of his hands on the headboard of the bed, he stuck his cock into my mouth and began fucking it. That big, wonderful fuck tool again took me into a world far removed from California. I closed my eyes, thought of how beautiful Michael was, how beautiful was his big cock meat that was working itself in and out of my mouth, how beautiful were his egg shaped balls that were slapping against my chin and how intoxicating they smelled and how delicious his cock juice would be when he satisfied himself in my mouth. I couldn't believe how Michael had changed me in such a short tome, now my third night in bed with him since we started on his business trip. Each night he had taken me deeper into the delights and thrills of sex that I knew were obtainable only in love making between a man and a boy. I knew, full well, that he had changed my life forever. There was no turning back. Thank God he was enjoying it, too, and was not in a hurry. My mouth was drooling; I had his shaft so slick with my saliva that it was slipping effortlessly in and out of my mouth. When his pace quickened a little, I knew he needed to cum and more urgently with each stroke. My mouth was the vehicle he was using to achieve climax so I knew I would spoil it if I didn't just leave him to his own means. So, I waited, impatiently, until I could sense a swelling of his shaft and in his urinary canal. When he did climax, I considered it payment in full for his hurrying me out of bed quickly in the morning in his eagerness to get started to San Diego. His big, man cock began to throb and his cum shot in spurts out of his piss slit and down into my throat. It was delicious, much sweeter and nicer than the custard we had for desert in Mexico. He moved down to take my swollen cock into his mouth and to receive my cum. Afterward, we just hugged, cuddled and kissed. I loved to run my fingers through his long, silken hair, and a finger across his eye lashes, his lips, the edge of his ears and to play with his nipples. He was beautiful, every detail of him was beautiful and sexual and exciting. Put together he was totally beautiful, totally handsome and totally masculine. At the same time, he was warm, gentle and kind. His most perplexing characteristic was that at times he was reckless, as in the men's room on the way down here. Other times, he was actually quite shy. What I loved most about him though was our sexual life together. Time and again he told me to do what I wanted to do; there was no need to ask. That seemed to give me a sense of freedom and confidence when I was with him and as we undressed each other to begin lovemaking. That night I didn't hold his cock. The minute we got into bed to go to sleep, he cuddled up to my back with my head on an outstretched arm under my neck. His other arm was over my chest and a hand over one of my nipples. He also had a leg thrown over me. I was immobilized but at the same time I felt totally loved and wanted. I fell into a deep sleep instead of fretting about this being our last night sleeping together. My first semi-conscious recollection was feeling for his cock to wrap my hand around it. I awoke in a panic. He wasn't in bed with me. I had forgotten about his early morning meeting. On the bathroom mirror he had stuck a note – "Hated to wake you. Get breakfast at the hotel restaurant or have it delivered and charge it to the room. Be back ASAP. Love you so much, in so many ways. Hugs and Kisses, Michael." I kept the note and still have it. I pissed, showered, got dressed and ate in the hotel restaurant. At 10 AM Michael returned full of his success and happiness. He grabbed me around the waist, whirled me around and put me on the bed. In bed, beside me he told me what had happened. "The meeting was changed to early morning because Gallagher was having a board meeting and he wanted them to hear my presentation. It went so smoothly and with Gallagher's recommendation the board approved a new contract to run 10 years. The one before had to be renegotiated every year." "Congrats. I'm so proud of you and so happy for you." "Jason, you turned my business trip into a real vacation and a lucky streak, all at the same time. You know what, though?" "No. What?" While the board was making up their mind, all I could think of was that time in your bedroom when you got under me and watched while I jacked off on your sheets. "I've asked you to do some dumb stuff, I guess. My trouble is I could get off sucking your thumb." "Jason, nothing you want to do is dumb. I know you love me and we're just experimenting so far, and it's all been good for me." "Really?" "Really, and now I have a dumb thing to asked of you as soon as we get naked." When we were naked he told me he wanted to kneel over me with his cock in front of my face and I was to reach up and jerk him off. "I won't last long baby. Don't be gentle. Grab it and jerk it hard and fast." The big thing really was hard. I reached up and lubed it, wrapped my right hard around it and started jacking it. Oh what a beautiful site. He looked enormous, especially his cockhead. "Harder, Jason. I' really need to shoot. I'm so tensed up." With a few more seconds I gave him the relief, the release from tension he so badly needed. His cum spewed all over my chest and my face. He immediately moved down and licked it up, telling me to keep my eyes closed. "Collapsed atop me he said, "Thanks Jason." "Thank you." That was to be our last sex act until we got home. We did stop to eat lunch and later on to take a piss. But Michael behaved himself. No exposing his cock, except in the car. Before I got out to go into the house, Michael reminded me I had two more months of vacation and we'd absolutely go on another trip, go camping, go somewhere to have more love making time together. As I walked into the house I had mixed emotions. I was happy to be home and I was sad I wouldn't be sleeping with Michael again tonight. God but I loved sleeping with him. Tuesday we were taking on the cell phones together as we jacked off at our windows. Thursday we were sucking cock in the garage and Saturday I no longer had to depend on the rents leaving the house. We stripped the wax off of the kitchen two bathrooms. The Master Bed Bath was carpeted. Of course, we did some sucking and Michael fucked me again. Vacation was fantastic. Life at home wasn't so bad either. THE END Thanks for reading my story. Thanks to all that have e-mailed me. I have answered most of you but will answer all e-mails as soon as I can. Love and kisses, Jason