Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 20:49:47 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: LOTSA LUCK IN ARIZONA

Until about a year ago I lived in Vermont.  Then,
unbelievably, even to me, I received a telephone call
from an attorney in Phoenix, Arizona; I was the sole heir
of a man my age with whom I'd served in the army
during Desert Storm, as the operation has become
known.  I couldn't figure it out; we were good friends
and had stayed in touch after we'd left the army so I
guessed it must have been our close relationship in the
military.  Despite the "Don't ask -- Don't tell rule" Gary
and I discovered the truth one night, we were both gay
(we were both masculine and looked straight but
emotionally we were just flaming hot 	queers, horned up,
both desperate for sex).  We went for each other like
there was no tomorrow, which was a distinct possibility
considering the time and place we were in.

Gary was a good looking, well built guy and a top
when it came to sex. I was versatile, preferred young
boys and had never sought out anything different.  But
the night Gary started fooling around; I would have done
it with any man that had a prick of any description
between his legs. We were sleeping next to each other,
under a truck, had been for several hours; there were
other guys sleeping under nearby trucks.  I was out like a
light but still became aware when Gary opened my fly,
fished my cock out and started fondling it. In a matter of
seconds he had me erect.  I just remained motionless,
waiting to see how this scene was going to play out.  I
didn't have to wait long before he started blowing me.
After he swallowed what must have been a month's load
of cock juice, I pulled him up and started kissing him
passionately as I pushed my hand down under his belt
and wrapped it around a big, warm hard-on.  It was just a
matter of minutes before he put his hand over my mouth
and our bodies became one, united in a homosexual love
act between two men and his cock started fucking my
boy pussy. It was a long, pencil cock topped with a huge
cockhead.  When he'd pull it out to take another plunge,
it felt like that big cockhead was vacuuming my whole
insides out with it. Finally he discharged his magical, life
giving semen deep inside me and with his whole body
weight on me, he breathed heavily -- his cock was
satisfied momentarily and he was exhausted. I was, too,
and I remember that was the only time in my life that I
wished I was a female, a female whore that worked in a
cat house and could lie on my back all day and get
fucked in my pussy by cock after hard cock, by little pee
pees, by normal sized cocks, by huge cocks, by cut cocks
and cocks that hadn't been circumcised.  Shit! I was sure
I was going cock crazy.

That started him off.  From then on he fucked my
ass, fucked my mouth, dry fucked me between my legs
and in between times talked dirty to me to get me horned
up, telling me how much he needed to get off in me and
several times he told me he loved me.  If he was telling
the truth he was the only person in the world that did.
After we were both discharged, he came to Vermont and
we even took several Caribbean vacations together. I
defy you to find a boy to play with in Vermont, so I
always welcomed Gary with open arms and open legs. I
knew he wanted me, too.  The guy was the best dirty
talker I'd ever known and could have me begging to fuck
me or let me suck him off in a matter of minutes.

The attorney called to tell me Gary had died; I was
his sole heir and the attorney want to set up a meeting
between us in Phoenix.  Thinking Gary's estate might
total four or five thousand dollars, as my net worth would
be, what with my car loan and all if I were to cash out, so
I asked if he couldn't just mail me whatever I had to sign.
He responded that he thought I should come out to
Arizona, as there were properties to see, brokers and
bankers to meet and other good reasons.  I told him to
give me four days and I'd be there.  It sounded like Gary
might have left me more than four or five thousand after
all. Maybe he was telling me the truth -- maybe he really
did love me.

It was all over. I didn't even bother returning to
Connecticut, I just called my landlord on the phone, told
him to call Goodwill Industries and have them take all
the personal possessions in my apartment as I wouldn't
be renting the apartment any longer, quit my job, closed
out my bank account and changed my address on my
credit cards.  I'd never have to do one more lousy day's
work in my life. Gary was loaded -- really loaded, a house
to die for, several apartments and a net worth of around
nine million.  The biggest surprise though was that his
only vehicle was a three-year-old Chevy S-10 pickup
truck with a camper top on the bed-- the smallest one
Chevy makes.  You know what?  After I drove it once, I
paid the loan off on my Mustang and never looked back
to any place I'd ever lived before or any thing I'd ever
done in my past.  That little pickup made me feel as close
to being a cowboy as I'd ever get in my life.

The house, overall, was small.  It was also
extremely modern.  All the rooms, including the two
bedrooms, were huge.   There were only two, interior
doors -- the doors on the two bathroom-dressing rooms.
The house was all one space but strategically placed,
walls afforded all the privacy required.  Desert
landscaping took a little time to get used to after New
England but the view from the hill it was on was
spectacular, especially at night and it had a security
system I had to call the company that installed it to come
out and explain to me how to work it.  Phoenix is not a
huge city population wise but it is second only to Los
Angeles in land area.  From the living room you could
see most of it and watching planes land at the Sky Harbor
airport in the distance was an endless fascination.

Being snoopy, as most people are, I looked around
in Gary's cabinets, closets and on his desktop computer.
The first letter in his documents had my name on it,
Richard Lourdes, which I've forgotten to tell you.  He'd
left me a list of porno sites to access on his computer and
the passwords required, the location and combination to
his floor safe, bookstores and steam baths in Phoenix and
several escorts he recommended.  He also gave me a few
tips on picking up guys, which certainly multiplied with
having money.  Phoenix has a couple of good (good and
raunchy) bookstores with video arcades and theaters and
one excellent steam bath as it turned out.

But I've gotten so excited just telling you about
stuff, I've forgotten some really important items.  Gary
had named me as a half brother in his will (which the
attorney said he knew I wasn't but since Gary named me
as such and by my legal name it would be impossible to
prove otherwise), continued that Gary had established a
Family Trust and I had to be relative to be named in his
will.  He then explained it saved on taxes and I would
have to pay taxes on only the money I took out.  The
proprieties were all income producing, so it would last a
lifetime unless I just went wild.  The second surprise was
that the attorney said the first thing we should do was go
to Gary's veterinarian and pick up Gary's dog.  It turned
out to be a Highland Terrier, named Sparky and cute as
hell, he was happy to see anyone that got him out of the
Vet's, was excited when I put him in the pickup and
wagged his tail off as soon as I put him down in the
house.   In a few days' we were the best of friends.

I damn near chocked when the attorney told me his
fee.  But, he deserved it.

Within a month and before the desert heated up to
blowtorch temperatures, I decided to take a trip to Las
Vegas, contact the property manager up there and have a
look at the medical building in Vegas that I'd inherited.

A two lane road, Arizona Route, US-95 was the
the shortest route I could find on the map even though it
might not have been the quickest; it took off northwest
from Phoenix, though Vicksburg, Kingston and across
Boulder Dam.  Just south of Vicksburg I had to piss and
Sparky was acting like he did too.  Luckily we came to a
rest stop with a little creek, trees, lawn and parking set
back from the highway. While walking Sparky I noted a
young blond kid arguing with a guy around forty, in need
of a shave, obese as hell and dressed in black, baggy
pants and shirt. I looked at him because black is
something you'd never want to wear in the desert.  I put
Sparky back in the car and opened the widows an inch --
it was my turn to take a leek.  I hardly had my dick out of
the leg of my boxers when the blond kid steps up to the
urinal beside me, backpack on his back.  He was one of
those guys that don't just take it out but unzips and
lowers his pants and with the whole thing in his hand
starts to leek.  We checked out each other's meat.  Shit, I
was hung almost seven and he was fatter and nearly
eight.  I tried to look discretely as he got it out.  He knew
I was looking, though, and took his time as he skinned
his foreskin back over his big cockhead, I erected
immediately on seeing it emerge. The little shit was
purposely teasing me and succeeding, too.

He said, "That drip that was talking to me is trying to
pick me up.  Please give me a ride, anywhere, wherever
you're headed!"  We walked back to the Chevy together
and I used the automatic to unlock the doors.  The fat guy
hustled over and was pounding on the passenger side
window.  We were saved when I honked and he turned to
see a Highway Patrol Car coming into the rest stop.  That
was the first and only time I was ever happy to see a cop.
The kid said, "Thanks" and then things seemed to get a
little awkward, which I didn't want to happen, so I asked,
"What's your name?"  He replied, "Billy Ray".  I asked if
he was from the south, he sounded as though he was.
"Northern Arkansas, in the Ozarks."  Then I asked how
old he was. "Thirteen."

I couldn't help it so I said I thought he had a huge
dick, especially for a boy.  He said he'd gotten it from his
daddy.  His brother had a big one, too.

"Ever done anything with it?" and he said, "Jack
off."  He'd never done anything with his brother and he
was afraid of his father because he'd fucked both of his
sisters when they were twelve but his mom had warned
him if he ever tried to fuck Billy Ray she'd kill him.  For
the first time I'd had a chance to really look at him.  He
was a dirty blonde in both color and the fact that it
needed washing, his hair, medium length, swept back at
the sides as though the wind was blowing.  His brows
were dark brown and his eyes were blue -- all in all a
striking combination.   What really fascinated me was
that the had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen on a boy
and they looked erect, as if someone had been playing
with them and had him all aroused. Shit, I'd love to
tongue them, myself.  His body, arms and legs were all
skinny, which to me was another plus.  After he finished
answering my questions he unzipped his fly and slid his
denim shorts down to his knees, pulled his foreskin back
again and asked me if I wanted to feel it.  The minute I
wrapped my hand around it he sprung a boner.  Holy shit,
he just had to be the cutest boy I'd ever seen -- perfect in
every way and I had the felling that I could get to him.

"Do you want to jack me off?"  I replied, "God yes
and that's not all I want to do but I don't want to go off
the road, either.  According to the map there's a little
town called Vicksburg up ahead a short way.  Mind if we
check into a motel?"  He replied, "Fuck no, I haven't
slept in a bed since I left Arkansas and I'd like to play
with yours, too.  Yours is almost as big as mine."

Once in the motel, we both said we needed to
shower.  I was going to suggest we get in together, but
Sparky said he needed a walk so I showered after we got
back.  Billy Ray came out with a towel tied around his
waist.  After I'd showered, he was spread-eagled on the
bed, playing with himself.  It anything turns me on it is
seeing some young boy playing with his dick and
especially when his dick is big and he's got an erection.
Sparky was enjoying watching him, also.

I put Sparky on the floor and we literally attacked
each other.  His body was hairless -- I thought maybe he
was late reaching puberty.  His boy cock was the biggest
I'd ever sucked and I had a hard time with it until I
remembered that a cocksucker's duty was to satisfy the
dick he was sucking, not himself.  When he was about to
shoot, he reached down and started jacking me.  We
climaxed together, he in my mouth and me on the sheets
between his legs.  He'd reached puberty all right.  He
pulled me up beside him and threw a leg across the area
of my groin and we both fell asleep.

Again, Sparky played alarm clock.  It was time he
was fed and time we, too, had something to eat.  I looked
in the phonebook to find a restaurant but Billy Ray said,
"Let's make do with McDonalds."  We both had
chocolate milkshakes and Billy Ray had three
hamburgers and two orders of fries. On the way home he
asked, "Can we stop at a liquor store?"  I asked why and
he said he wanted to get drunk."  I asked if he'd ever
been drunk.  He said no, but he wanted to get drunk with
me tonight.  And, we did, after we walked Sparky a
couple of blocks and got back in the room.

After several beers, he started telling me about one
afternoon, on the school bus a couple of years ago, how
an older boy from a neighboring farm, had him sit on the
back seat and how the guy, Joey, took his cock out and
made him play with it, how big it was and how the guy
had him get off at his farm and call his mom to tell her
were he was and Joey would walk him home.

I asked what Joey looked like and Billy Ray said
he was ugly.  There was only one girl that would have
anything to do with him but even she wouldn't let him
put it in her.  It was too fucking big for one thing. She'd
let him eat her puss and tongue her clit, and if he got her
really hot she'd let him finger fuck her while she jacked
him off. Then he asked me if I knew what a clit was.  I
told him I wasn't too sure but if you spread a girl's pussy
lips the clit was a little piece of flesh that stuck out and
was very sensitive, then asked him why Joey was telling
him all this stuff.

Because it made his dick hard and seeing his dick
hard made me hard and then he'd let me suck him.

"Did he ever suck you?"

"No, he said he wasn't going to waste his time
sucking an eleven year old, baby cock that couldn't shoot
juice."

"Then why did you do it for him?"

"Because he fucked me in return."

	"And you liked that?"

	"After I got used to it.  It' hurt and made me cry at
first."

	"I'm being curious, but you never messed around
with anyone else?"

	"No, Joey said if he ever got a scab on his cock or
if it ever swelled up, he'd know I'd been fucking around
with someone else and he'd kill me."

	"Did he really mean that?"

	"I don't know, I never wanted to test him and,
besides, I had him almost every day and never had the
need for another boy."

	"I think you mean until tonight?"  I'd caught him
by surprise but he admitted it and then said, "Fuck me
Richard!" reached over, unzipped my pants and hauled
my hard cock out.  I explained that I was a versatile
bottom and then had to explain both terms to him.
Despite all he'd told me, I suddenly realized the terms
didn't mean anything to him.  He didn't even know he
was what society called gay or homosexual.  All the kid
knew was that he got off with men by sucking their cocks
and getting his boy pussy plowed by big, country dick.

	That was more than good enough for me and I
answered him with, "Billy Ray, I'd do anything to make
you happy.  In fact, at that moment, I felt as though I was
the luckiest man in the world.  I got up, tossed him
another beer, rummaged through my luggage, found
some lube, got back in bed, lubed my cock as Billy Ray
watched with his big, blue eyes, pulled him down in the
bed, raised his legs over his head and told him to hold
them there, looked at his big cock, foreskin already
retracted, closed my lips around his swollen, purple knob,
sucked it until he began to squirm and then guided my
dick into his boy pussy, slowly sank it all the way in and
fucked him.  He'd told the truth.  I wasn't hurting him.
He was enjoying it.

	Afterwards, I slipped on pants and shoes, no
underwear and took Sparky outside for a few minutes.
Back in the room I turned out the bedside lamp, snuggled
up to Billy Rays' back, thinking he was asleep until he
turned over, threw a leg over me and said "Thanks"
I said "Thank you."  He said, "Can I ask you a question?"
I said "Sure."

	His question took me by surprise.  "Do you like
me?"

	"Yes, and I hope you do too."

	"I do.  Richard, how do you know when you're in
love?"

	"Ya know Billy Ray, I really don't know.  But if
you're willing to find out I am too."  He reached around
and turned on the bed lamp on his side of the bed, looked
at me, leaned down and kissed me on the lips and said,
"Thanks again, Richard, I'm already pretty sure."

	"I am, too, Billy Ray, somehow everything's been
different doing it with you."

	He reached around again, turned off the lamp, put
his arm over my chest and a leg over my stomach, said
"Goodnight, Richard, it was different and better.  Thank
for giving me a chance."

	I woke way before I normally do -- I never sleep
well the first night in a motel and after taking Sparky out,
eased back into bed, carefully pulled the sheet off Billy
Ray who was on his back, spread eagled and taking up
2/3 of the king-size bed. I just looked at him.  I couldn't
believe my luck that he wanted to try living with me.  He
was so beautiful -- from head to feet and I erected.  Just
looking at him had sexually aroused me.  Even his dick
was sleeping and considerably smaller than it had been
last night.  In fact it was only about four-inches long.  I
could hardly believe it.  Neither could I resist touching it.
It was so warm and soft and it grew even as I picked it
up. I slowly skinned back his foreskin but didn't play
around with him.  I was thinking I'd probably shoot if I
just kept watching and touching it.  It got harder and
harder and bigger and bigger until it was lying flat on top
of his stomach.  Holy shit, his scrotum had shrunk and
his balls were snuggled up to each side of his shaft.  His
cock was eight inches above his balls and there was a
swollen, tube below his balls that extended four inches
below and to within an inch of his boy pussy.  Looking
down on it, it appeared that he had a foot long cock.  I
was so hot I was about to masturbate myself when Billy
Ray said "Hi."

I said, "You caught me lying here, propped up on
my elbow, staring at your cock."

"Let me go take a leak and it's all yours for all
day."

I decided to hell with Las Vegas -- I'd look at the
medical building some other time.  Going home, I looked
over at Billy Ray when Sparky had jumped off his lap
and was sleeping between his legs on the floor.  His dick
head was sticking out the leg of his shorts -- another thing
that gives me an instant erection.

About a mile from home Sparky always perked up
and looked out the window.  He always knew exactly
where we were and could have driven home if he'd had a
driver's license.  When Billy Ray saw the house he
flipped.  "God you must be a millionaire."

"Well, newly so, the house and everything I own
was recently given to me."

"Why would someone do that, were you related?"

"No, he just loved me."

"Did you love him, too?"

"I tried to, Billy, I really did, but I just couldn't say
I did."

"Then why did he leave you all this?"

"Because I let him love me."

He couldn't understand that so we took a six-pack and a
bag of potato chips out to the covered patio and I
explained it.

	"The guys name was Gary, we were buddies in the
army and...I went through the whole
relationship.  Gary knew I didn't love him; he also knew
I liked him immensely.  He kept seeing me and I began to
realize he had a need to not only see me, but to love me,
even if I didn't love him.  He needed to have sex with me
- another man didn't seem to cut the mustard for him.

	"You sound like a very wise man."

	"Not wise, Billy, sensitive and feeling, maybe, but
now wise.  After he left me all this it made me fell guilty
and it took a long time to get over it."

	"I hope you're not telling me this thinking that I
don't love you.  If you are, you needed be thinking I
don't because I do."  With that, he got out of his lounge
chair, came over and sat on my lamp, took my cheeks in
his hands and kissed me as long and hard as I'd ever been
kissed in my life.  We talked about eating, decided
against showering and going out and decided on pizza.
I knew when the pizza boy was here; he had to use the
intercom at the gate.  When I opened the door for him,
Billy was sitting in a lounge chair in the far corner of the
living room but visible from the door in the entry. The
pizza boy got his eyes full.  Billy's big boner had pushed
out one leg of his shorts and was pointing straight up to
heaven.  There was little doubt that the boy would have
liked to be invited in.  He'd delivered to me before, but
had never seen anything like Billy, younger by far than
he was -- a skinny, delicate looking boy with a man sized
cock that anyone would envy -- the proverbial "dick to
die for".

After the pizza we talked some more and ended up
the evening in the swimming pool, splashing, dunking
each other and pushing each other off the edge.  He made
me feel like a teenage, too.

Back in the house, I lit the fireplace; Billy wanted
to know if we could sleep on the carpet in front of it. I
said we could, he'd find an inflated air mattress in the
garage and I'd find some sheets and pillows.  With all the
lights off, we cuddled and Billy asked what I'd like to do.
I asked him if he liked mutual masturbation.  He didn't
know what I meant so I told him it meant we'd jack each
other off at the same time.  That is what we did.

It hadn't been an extra long or hard drive home but
we both went right to sleep.  I woke up early, grabbed a
cigarette, went outside and just stood on the patio
watching the morning break over Phoenix.  I wasn't even
aware of Billy until he was beside me and put his arm
around my waist and we leaned into each other. Then he
took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his
erection and said, "Hold on to it and I'll show you the
way back to bed."  He'd evidently snooped in my
luggage and found my lube.  He lubed himself and me as
I'd done to him the night before, rolled me over on my
stomach and mounted me. Gary had fucked me, but until
Billy got it all the way in and started pumping ass, I
never fully realized how huge a dick the kid really had.
From what he'd said, I knew he'd been fucked but this
was his very first fuck.