Date: Fri, 05 Mar 2004 17:05:38 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Couldn't Believe My Eyes

Thanks for selecting my story among all the options you have on this site.

My name is Joe; I live in Denver. It is late February of 2004.  I am 27 yrs.
old, a dirty blonde, 6ft. tall and kinda skinny. I left town this morning
for a short vacation.  I was kinda bummed out with work, feeling sorry for
my self - you know how it goes sometimes - so decided to split for a few
days.

It was about 9 AM when I cleared the outskirts and was on I-70 headed for
Kansas City to see if I could get some gay sex from some cute guy I could
work up a fancy for. I could have stayed in Denver and looked, but another
city seemed a little more adventurous for a vacation. The car had been
recently serviced but I forgot to fill the gas tank before leaving.  So, I
was just beyond the state line into Kansas when I had to pull into a gas and
convenience store.

I pumped the gas, put it on a credit card, went into the store and bought a
cup of coffee and a chocolate bar.  I had parked about half way down in the
parking lot to the side of the store and when I was walking back to the car
I saw this young boy, blue eyed, with brown hair down to his shoulders;
black, rubber soled shoes; worn, black, denim pants that were so fucking
tight you could see a perfect outline of his boy cock, including the
cockhead through his pants.  He had a black, wind breaker jacket, a red,
flannel shirt and was just in the process of flicking a cigarette butt out
into the parking lot.  He was so fucking cute, so fucking sexy, so fucking
hot and so fucking raunchy - well, not raunchy, he was clean - I guess it
was that he displayed a devil may care attitude.  He appealed to me so much
that I literally, couldn't believe my eyes.

Within one second he had reduced me to a zombie.  Luckily he woke me up when
he spoke.

"You going east?"

"Yea as a matter of fact - Kansas City."

"Would you give me a ride?"

I was so fucking taken with him that I'd loved to give him more than a ride.

"Sure."

He picked up a small backpack and I opened the trunk for him to put it in
there.  Once in the car, he asked if I smoked. I replied that I did and he
asked what brand. I replied Kools but offered to go back in the store and
buy him whatever brand he preferred.

As he had walked to the car, I noticed he was limping.  I asked him what was
wrong with his right foot and he said he had sprained it last night.

Back to the cigarettes, he named some economy brand and I went back in.
Going back, approaching my car, he wasn't in sight - I couldn't believe he
would have split without his backpack

I thought maybe he had gone to the men's room, but as I got close enough to
look in the window he was leaning over and just out of sight, which he
explained by saying a cop had been cruising the lot and trouble was just
what he didn't need.

"Are you in trouble?"

"No but the cops seem to like to harass me.  I'm just avoiding them."

Back on the Interstate, he introduced himself as
Michael Bowman, saying everyone called him Bow.  Within another 20 minutes,
he twisted around in his seat, reached over and started to unzip my pants.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting your cock out so I can suck you off."

"What do you want to do that for?"

"Most guys demand some payment for the ride and I was going to make my first
payment."

"Bow, you don't have to, believe me."

"But I want to."

"Are you gay?"

"You could say that, I have two older brothers and two older sisters.  My
old man fucked all of us before we were 13 and whenever he wanted to after
that; and my older brothers had me sucking their dicks ever since I was 8
years old."

"Didn't your mother ever try to stop him?"

"Yea, but he told her to mind her own fucking business.  As long as his kids
were living under his roof he had a right to do with them what he wanted and
the older boys had every right to get me to suck their cocks."

"Jesus, where did you live?"

"In the Ozarks."

While we were discussing his life as a child, he proceeded to take my cock
out of my pants and was slowly masturbating it all the time we talked.  When
he completed his last sentence in the conversation, he went down on my 7
inch, rock hard tool and proceeded to give me a very slow head job; he was
so slow and easy it was almost erotic.  It was certainly the best blowjob I
had ever had in my life.

When we stopped for lunch, he seemed to be limping even worse than before so
we went to the men's room and I had him take off his shoe and sock and show
me his foot.  It was terribly swollen and discolored.  After lunch, and back
in the car, I had him take his shoe and sock off again.  I always carry
supplies in the trunk during the winter in the event a blizzard should
strand me.  I brought back a pillow and a blanket, had him rest his foot on
the pillow and cover it with the blanket.  I told him the next fair sized
town we hit I was going to pull off and take him to a doctor or an emergency
room.

I explained our problem to the receptionist and the doctor saw us within
half an hour.  He put an air-bag brace on Bow's foot (the doctor's
description) and told us he normally gave his patients crutches to use but
we could buy a pair being we weren't local, as he wanted Bow to keep his
weight off his foot. He also gave him some Tylenol Codeine, saying if he had
an adverse reaction to it, just buy regular Tylenol instead and take 2 every
3-1/2 hours despite the instructions on the bottle, which we did.

Kansas City in one day was a lost cause - too many stops.  So we checked
into a good, national-chain motel where we could get room service for food
and beverage.  After several drinks and dinner, Bow asked if he could shower
first. After he was back in the room, he wasn't shy, but toweled himself off
right in front of me - and I watched, of course I did. He had a beautiful
teen age cock about 4-1/2 inches flaccid and probably another inch erected.
I asked him if his foreskin retracted over his cockhead.

"Why don't you pull it back and see?"

Who could refuse that invitation, so I did, and it did and Bow pulled me
down and locked me into a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Damn, I wanted sex with him
right then and there, but he told me to shower first as he wasn't going
anyplace.

When finished, I took a towel with me to dry off.  Bow had stripped one of
the beds, was on his knees with his tight little buns stuck up in the air.

"Fuck me Joe, fuck me.  I need a good fucking real bad."

It was until that moment, totally oral, which was   soon to change.  I
guessed, since he'd been fucked before that a great deal of gentleness would
not be required.  Even then he kept telling me to slow down;
He wanted it to last as long as possible because it felt so good and he
liked my big cock inside him.

Finally I climaxed in his love hole, he collapsed and I collapsed on top of
him.

"That was my first time, Bow."

"Well you did it like you'd been doing it all your life."

"Let's get up and have a cigarette, Joe."

When we finished, he had developed a hard-on; I got on my knees in from of
his chair and, taking a lesson from him, slowly sucked it. The sexual
experience frightened me - I knew I was developing very strong feelings for
the kid - I was almost in love with him.

He motioned for me to get in the sack with him, pulled my arm around him and
we talked for a while.  He had been in Colorado Springs looking for a friend
he knew but couldn't find him.  He had two bummer guys give him lifts on his
way back. He was really glad when I had picked him up.

I woke up at my usual time, my arm still around Bow.  I looked at him and he
was still dead to the world, so I managed to go back to sleep and woke for
the second time with him kissing me at 9 AM. We had breakfast and stopped at
a small grocery store on the way out of town to buy a big of frozen peas - I
wanted him to try cold packs on his ankle.  He didn't like wearing the brace
because it was uncomfortable.

The conversation was a lot more open, even intimate to a degree, than it had
been the first day.  I had him sit sideways, back against the door and put
his feet on my lap to keep his sprained ankle elevated to some extent.

He was from Nevada, Mo, south of Kansas City and roughly about half way to
Joplin.  He was going home to see his mother and then was going to split
again. His mom was living with his oldest brother and he had practically
kicked Bow out of his house.  Bow said he was a real nerd and a total
homophobic.

I offered to take him to Nevada the next day but he didn't want me to as he
didn't want to spoil my vacation.

I insisted and told him I liked him a lot and didn't want him hitchhiking
with his sprained ankle.

That night in Kansas City he got stoned on beer and really opened up to me.
He pulled me down beside him on the bed, flooded me with kisses and started
crying.  He became very emotional.

After I got him calmed down and somewhat composed, he asked, "Joe, you said
you liked me a lot, can I ask you something?"

"If you promise some more kisses, you can ask me anything."

What he said next blew my mind, "Do you think I could be in love with you
after the short time we've known each other?"

"God, Bow, I know you could.  I feel exactly the same toward you", pulling
him over toward me and returning his flood of kisses.

"Can I go back to Denver and live with you?"

"Are you sure that's what you really want?"

"Positive, I don't want to get jealous thinking of all the boys you'll be
fucking, now that you know how its done. I'll return all the love you feel
for me and I'll give you all the sex you desire."

"Don't be too sure about that last statement.  I'll probably be in your
pants pretty often - you're so fucking hot. I get the hots just looking at
you".

"Sex is part of love as far as I'm concerned, Joe."

Our declaration of love was interrupted when Joe announced that he had to
use the toilet. I handed him his crutches, he left the door open and I could
see him pissing like a Trojan - emptying his bladder of the beer he had been
drinking.

Before he returned, I stripped one of the beds and helped him undress.  His
cock was tenting his shorts as soon as I unbuckled and unzipped his jeans
and pulled them off his feet.

I have had a lot of sex with a lot of men, but, I can truthfully say, this
was the first time I ever made love to a man.  The most wonderful thing
about it was that Bow returned it with his love.  It went on like what
seemed forever, rubbing our hands over every part of the other's body,
fondling the other's cock, kissing, our erections getting stronger and
stronger until it was impossible to deny them the release that they desired.

He moved over onto his back, raised his legs in the air, I mounted him and
my rigid cock slipped easily into his boy box.

I was determined to be gentler than I had been last night.

When I was approaching climax, I told him I was about to cum and he pulled
me down atop him and into an open mouth kiss, I poured my love juice into
his tight little boy hole.

He too, was ready; he lowered and parted his legs and I slid down his body
and took his swollen hardness into my mouth. I didn't have time to do
anything else.  His boy juice immediately started flowing into my mouth and
his body jerked spastically with the intensity of his climax.  I reached
down, pulled up the covers and turned out the bedside lamp.

Joe rolled over facing me. He not only wanted both my arms around him but he
had me wrap both my legs around him.  We talked and ultimately Joe reached
down and started masturbating me.  I retuned his actions and we slowly
brought each other to our second climax within a few short minutes.
Plastered together with our warm, sticky cum, we fell off into what would be
another night of deep sleep.

The brother's house turned out to be pretty dumpy looking and the house
matched the neighborhood.  I helped Bow negotiate the steps up to the porch
and told him I'd be back in an hour and a half.  He said make it one hour.
When I returned, he and his mother were in the porch swing waiting - I
guessed that maybe his brother wouldn't even let him in the house.  There
was also a small, battered suitcase on the porch at the top of the stairs.
They walked over to greet me, he introduced me to his mom and she asked me
if I was certain that it was all right for Bow to live with me.  I told her
it would be my pleasure and she thanked me, told me to make him mind and to
write once in a while. Back in the car, we turned around to wave and saw she
was crying.

With his feet on my lap, we took off for Kansas City.  I told Bow I had an
e-mail friend in Omaha that I had told I was going to Kansas City. (The
friend's name is Jim Bunning,) He wanted me to go to Omaha instead, but I
told him I'd drop by on my way home.  I asked Bow if he minded, which of
course he didn't.  I knew from corresponding with Jim that he had a thing
for boys and when he saw Bow and we explained our new relationship his jaw
really dropped.

"Jealous Jim?"

"Fuckin 'A' I'm jealous!"

"Sorry, Jim, but we aren't sharing."

      "Tightwads!"

We had some beers and then went to a restaurant, all
having steaks, which Jim said Omaha was noted for.  He invited us to spend
the night, but I could tell Bow's ankle was bothering him after having his
feet on the floor under the table for so long.  Besides it hadn't taken me
many nights to get hooked on both spending my nights with Bow and giving my
cock a workout pleasuring his boy box before going to sleep.

Bow was such a sweet kid. I still couldn't actually believe he was going to
be living with me.  And sex with him was unbelievable - better than I
imagined sex could ever be.  I guess he needed to learn at an early age how
to give a man a good fuck and a good head job.  But that was just the small
part of it.  He was so passionate and roused so much passion in me and the
feeling of love that flowed between us raised our love making far above the
level of sex.  I felt so lucky to have him.

Denver was a 7 or 8-hour drive, counting gas stops and pit stops but not
counting 2 times out to play around in the car. His right ankle was the one
he had injured and his sitting sideways in the passenger seat with his feet
on my lap placed his left foot at the top of my crotch.  I had thought that
I just had to be abnormally horny, but Bow had me beaten by a long way.
Twice he started rubbing my pants directly over my crotch until he could
feel my erection and then he gave that a good workout through my pants. Then
he'd take his legs off my lap, expose his erection to me and start unzipping
my pants.

"God, Joe, find someplace to stop, and fast."  Then he'd start jacking off.
The second time it happened I just had to pull off on the shoulder of the
road and hit the flashers so we could satisfy our lust for each other's
cocks by having ourselves a good cocksuck, in the full light of day with
vehicles roaring by at 70 miles per hour.

He loved my modest house - my hobby was gardening and the yard was
spectacular, although not at this time of year.  I was in a romantic mood so
I went ahead and unlocked the door, went back to the car on the driveway and
carried Bow over the threshold.  He was a little embarrassed by that - fem
he was not.  I would have been embarrassed; too, if I had thought any of my
neighbors had seen me.  Bow had mellowed a little.  He was not quite so
'devil may care' in his outlook. Guess, meanwhile, I had grown a little
bolder.

He hobbled to the fridge and tossed me a beer, opened one for himself and
plopped down on the couch, beckoning me to sit down beside him.


The fridge had bacon, eggs, a loaf of French bread, jam - breakfast sort of
stuff, but I knew that Bow would be hungry - the kid ate like a horse - so I
suggested we have a pizza delivered, which he was all for.  More beer
drinking as we waited for the delivery, sitting snuggled together on the
couch watching TV and fooling around; I had a huge erection when I answered
the doorbell.  The delivery boy looked right at my crotch looked at Bow
sitting on the couch and gave me a big wink.  I had the feeling he'd have
joined us if I has invited him in.

Bow had never seen a male, porno movie, so I had him select a CD and we
played it. When it was finished, we took our erections to bed and started
fondling each other and rubbing our cocks together.  Despite having shot two
loads already in the day, the movie had us overly excited.  We didn't get
very far, when Bow put his arms around me and kissed me, our cocks erupted
at exactly the same moment and our hot, sticky cum spewed all over our
stomachs.

"Joe, I'm so glad I found you.  I love ya tons and I am happy for the first
time in my life - really happy."

"Thanks for telling me, Bow.  You expressed my feelings exactly. You are the
best thing that has ever happed to me.  I love you, too."

I just have the weekend left before returning to work on Monday, March 8.
Today we went to a mall and got some new clothes for Bow including a heavier
jacket, eventhough the weather would soon be warming up.

If there is a good time to end this story, it is probably now.  I want to
spend all the time I can with Bow over the weekend getting him settled in,
giving him my office phone number, my cell phone number, buying groceries,
orienting him with the neighborhood, showing him were he'll be going to
school, that good stuff. Probably between work and making love to Bow, I
probably won't have a lot of time to continue it.

Right now its sorta like we are on a honeymoon - we need and spend a lot of
time with each other, we can't seem to keep our hands off each other and our
cocks in our pants.

If you like it, I will try to add another chapter sometime in the near
future.

Thanks again for selecting the story and also for reading it, JOE