Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 15:55:33 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 1 STOP: Press your backspace key. Return to Nifty Erotic Stories Index and read the Nifty Warning. It applies to this story. SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART I Chapter 1: Little boys sometimes grow up in the most unusual ways. The small town where I lived was located in the eastern part of Colorado. The only good thing about its' location was that the town was in a river valley and, therefore, greener than the surrounding prairie. My name is Toby Mason. I do not remember my exact age when I began to realize I was interested in boys instead of girls. I do remember, though, that it was in elementary school when I began to, as it is now called, check them out. The school was an old building. The boy's toilet was located in the basement and had two long trough urinals along one wall. It was always crowded between classes and sly peeks were not too difficult to accomplish at the urinals or at kids sitting on toilets - the stalls had no doors. Although I did not know the terms "circumcised" or "uncut" at the time, I soon became fascinated with male genitalia and it's endless variations. Farm boys seemed to have the biggest cocks and a preponderance of uncut ones. Some pissed without pulling their foreskin back, others pulled it clear back over their cock heads, some seemed to have really tight foreskins that wouldn't go all the way over the rim of the cock head. My first look at another boy's testicles came from those of guys sitting spread legged on the toilets or in the act of pulling up their pants. Having seen a friend of my mother's change diapers on her baby girl, I reasoned that a boy's sex organs stuck out and could be seen, whereas a girl's presented absolutely nothing of interest to look at. This, I decided, was my attraction to boy's cocks and testicles. The spring I finished grade school, I began to have some experiences that abruptly switched my interest from boy's cocks to men's cocks. This happened when I was 10 years old, at the community swimming pool, a really old facility in a sad state of disrepair, the pool was composed of sloping walls on three sides and a bottom that sloped up to the fourth side until it was even with ground level. It was not deep enough for a diving tower but did have a diving board; the showers were outside on the walkway in front the wooden dressing rooms (You showered with your suit on). It was replaced before I left for college. The pool was one and a half miles west of town so it was a good walk to get there. Kids carrying a rolled-up towel were often given a ride. One Sunday afternoon, Blaine Gibson offered me a ride. I knew him, as he walked by our house everyday going to and from the book and office supply store that his dad owned and where he worked. Besides knowing him, I liked him very much - he was tall, good looking and had a soft, low voice and was about twenty-five years old. The pool was crowded and dressing rooms in short supply so Blaine said we should probably share one. Off came his shirt and undershirt, then his shoes, then his pants, then his underwear. I was sitting on the bench and there, right at eye level, about eighteen inches in front of my eyes, was the very first man's cock I had ever seen. It was seven inches long, flaccid, circumcised, crowned by a big cock head; it arched out over his large balls. This was, also, the first time I had seen pubic hair and realized such even existed. I couldn't move my eyes. In fact, my whole body was frozen. I just sat and stared at that beautiful thing until he tucked it in his swimming trunks. I was nervous and excited for a week. No matter how I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Blaine's big cock. Shortly after that experience number two developed. I joined the Boy Scouts. The second weekend in September, we were scheduled to go on an overnight camping trip to a location called Cottonwood Creek. It was actually a dry creek for most of the year, but trees seem to receive enough moisture to survive in the gully that the creek had created through erosion. After arranging the campout, the Scout Leader, an adult, was unable to go along, so a couple of assistant leaders, both High School Seniors, accompanied us - one, Brian Locke, on Friday night to be joined by Sam Whelan at noon Saturday. I had never seen Brian or Sam before joining the Scouts but I knew Sam's sister; I developed an instantaneous crush on Brian the minute I saw him. Six of us had joined September were told to sleep together, two to a pup tent. Friday evening was uneventful except that I couldn't sleep. I could hear a radio, turned down very low, and I knew it came from Brian's tent, which also emitted a weak glow of light from inside. I went over and asked if I could crawl in for a while, explaining I could not sleep. Brian started to pull his sleeping bag open for me, but Taylor Smith, an older scout who was sharing his tent said: "No! Go back to your own tent." I was so fucking angry. I lay awake the rest of the night imagining all sorts of things - Taylor was playing with Brian's cock, on and on. Taylor had previously been a friend, but I never truly liked him after that - despite the fact that I just wanted to do what I imagined he was doing. Saturday morning we went for a hike along the creek bed. All of the guys walked along the top edge of the five-foot deep depression caused by erosion. All except Brian and his shadow - asshole Taylor. They walked down in the dry, creek bed. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Brian pulled out his dick (7 inches flaccid) and balls and continued to walk along while exposing himself. Talk about mixed emotions; I was so turned on looking at Brian's cock, yet so fucking pissed with Taylor, who had a shit-eating grin all over his face. At noon we returned to camp and cooked hot-dogs for lunch. Sam Whelan arrived. We were off again, but this time we went upstream instead of downstream. Brian, Sam, Taylor and the rest of the guys who had joined prior to September jumped the new guys. Brain shouted "initiation time". We were pushed to the ground, our pants and underwear jerked down. One guy would sit on our legs and another guy would jack us off. Some of them exposed themselves, even Brian did. What rotten luck. If only Brian or Sam had selected me! If they had, I could have had a dry climax the minute my dick was touched. But, guess who jacked on me? You are so right - asshole Taylor. I steeled myself and resolved that he could jack me until my dick fell off but I would not give him an ounce of satisfaction, I would not even get an erection. Besides Taylor was too rough, he was actually hurting me. I would not give him any satisfaction beyond the perverse pleasure he was receiving from his deed. I closed my eyes and turned my head away to one side. Sam told Taylor to stop, as it was obvious I didn't like what was happening. But, as it turned out, not all was lost. Brian lived with an aunt. The aunt owned a small hotel, accessed by stairs as it was on the second story above the store where Blaine Gibson worked; the hotel was inexpensive but cleaner and neater that many homes. The aunt had an apartment at the rear of the building and Brian had his own room a few doors away. All of this I did not know, of course, until I had a chance meeting with Brian on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. The camping trip had happened two weeks prior but, on seeing Brian again, I knew I still had a crush on him. He seemed so glad to see me. Why? He needed some money and he couldn't ask his aunt. He wanted to know if I would buy his radio. I had zero interest in his radio, but I had a huge interest in his big dick. I asked him how much he wanted for it. He said $25.00, but he needed the money before noon. I answered that I would need to ride home on my bicycle to get the money but I could be back in fifteen minutes. I knew I had a total of $30.00 - three $10.00 bills and I would not have time to exchange a ten for two fives. I told him if he wanted a deal I wanted a favor in return. He asked what it was. I told him wanted to jack him off and I would give him $30.00 for the radio instead of $25.00. I'll be fucked if he didn't agree. He told me his Room was No. 18. I was practically dashing between moving vehicles getting home and back. I knocked on his door, he opened it, I went in and laid the money on his desk, he started to fish his cock out of his pants. I said - "No, take your pants off, shoes too and spread your legs." (I wanted to see the whole thing - cock, balls and pubic hair.) I got on my knees and with his cock in front of my face, I wrapped my right hand around it and slowly jacked him to erection. I jacked him until stuff that looked like tapioca pudding came out of his piss slit. Some of it hit me in the face and some landed on the carpet. He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and pressed my face into his crotch. His caress did not last long. He grabbed a towel wiped my face and then the carpet. He told me to get out. I did. I knew he had no feelings toward me. I realized I had sort of tricked him, but felt no regrets. I knew and I knew that he knew that I could tell more about him than he could about me. I did hope, though, that he would tell Taylor I bribed him into letting me jack him off - all the way off. T This was the first time I jacked a man's cock, or, for that matter, even touched one. And, that cock most certainly belonged to a man whose dick I really wanted to touch, really wanted to jack off. It remained for me to find out what that stuff was that came out of his piss slit. About a month later, my mom took me to Knolls Men's Wear on First Street, across from where the old train depot stood before being torn down. Guess what clerk came forth to wait on us? Sam Whelan. I selected two identical pairs of dress pants and two identical pairs of blue jeans to try on, being not sure which size would fit the best. Sam escorted me to a dressing room at the far back of the store and entered with me. Immediately, he began to apologize about the camping trip, saying I had looked so upset. I responded: "Hey, forget it. It was no big deal. I was pissed because Taylor Smith was jacking me. Had it been you or Brian, it would have been a different thing." He grabbed my meaning and asked me if I was interested in playing around with him. I said I really was. He took my hand, placed it on his already firm basket, squeezed it and told me to meet him during his lunch hour. He had a late lunch hour starting at 1:15 PM. He told me he lived above the store. The Knolls owned the building and lived upstairs. They also gave him a room, separate from their apartment, as part of his salary. I thought he lived with his parents, but he explained they had moved to Denver and he was staying in town to finish high school and he was also working part time. I rode home with my mom and then biked back to town and chained my bike to a streetlight, met Sam in Knoll's and he took me upstairs to his room. Sam, by the way was tall, (probably six feet), very lanky and very long legged. He had a very fair completion and beautiful auburn hair that really shone in the sun. His facial features were average. I soon forgot about his face when he lay down with me on the bed and we pushed our pants down. (He was initially afraid for us to completely undress because of the proximity of his room to the Knolls apartment.) But, we eventually shed our pants and shoes anyway. I was absolutely awe struck, and in total disbelief, when I saw his cock, which was already erect when he pulled his pants down. He had a good six and a half inches of slender, circumcised, smooth cock with a perfect helmet shaped glans. What knocked me over was that it would have curved down had he been standing. In his prone position in bed it stuck up from his pubic hair and then in mid length curved down 90 degrees to point toward his feet. I felt so ashamed of my little four inch uncut dick, so unworthy to have Sam present such an unbelievably big, fascinating and beautiful cock for me to play with. I expressed my feelings to him. He reacted by hugging me close to him and kissing me on the mouth. He said he was glad I liked his bent dick and to believe him when he said he liked my boy cock just as much as I liked his, it was just as fascinating, exciting and beautiful to him as his was to me. We began roaming with our hands and kissing each other again and again. He turned around and got on his knees thus locating his dick above my face. We masturbated each other simultaneously. We climaxed at the same time and the juice from his cock spewed all over my chest. We collapsed in exhaustion and stayed that way until we came down from the high that we both felt. We spent the rest of our available time together talking. I told him about Brian and how confused I was over the stuff that came of Brian's and his cock heads. He told me about boys going into puberty, how their bodies change and how they begin to produce cum and the purpose of cum, how intercourse with a woman was achieved and other sex stuff. I asked him if he had ever fucked a girl. He said that he hadn't really tried, mainly because he was afraid it might be impossible for him to penetrate a girl and that he feared he might even hurt a girl with his bent fuck-tool. I laughed and told him that word really turned me on - it sounded nastier than nasty. Then, Sam reminded me that he would be leaving after graduation in June. He asked me if I felt guilty about what we did. I said no that I had never enjoyed anything so much in my life -how could one feel guilt and joy at the same time. Sam said he felt a little guilty because I was so young and it was really quite risky. I told him not to worry because I would never tell anyone. He asked if I wanted us to do dick play some more before he moved to Denver. I told him yes and we got together as often as we could before June. Sam got up, replaced his wrinkled pants with another pair and started to dress. When he pulled up his shorts, I asked him to please wait a minute. His flaccid penis arched from his body just slightly, but I still wanted to keep looking at it. I told him I really hated to see him put it away, that I would like to stare at it for the rest of my life. He kissed me and said I would have more chances; he would stick it right in front of my eyes if I wanted him to. We did get additional chances, which became easier when his parents bought him a used car. I would call him when I was allowed to go to a movie. He would meet me in front of the theater and we would drive out of town and find a deserted country road. When he left for Denver, I truly missed him. By the time he left I realized his dick was not his only attraction, but his kindness and his effervescent personality, as well. Chapter 2: Now begins my next experience - an experience that was to lead to many others. During my last year in junior high, when I was I was almost thirteen, I started hanging out occasionally with a neighborhood bunch that included Taylor, who I had forgiven (partially). One afternoon, after school, Taylor and a bunch of us were hanging out in Taylor's garage, which opened onto an alley, located a half block toward the business district from where I lived. The alley was actually the closest way to walk downtown from the neighborhood. We were goofing off and acting crazy when Conrad Schell, a 21 year old brother of a classmate of ours, while walking down the alley toward home, heard our noise and walked into the garage (he was an indescribably handsome guy with tousled, blonde hair, well defined facial features, beautiful lips, bright blue eyes and dimpled cheeks - the stereotype of a young, Germanic male - his background was German.) Unfortunately, he drank a little too much and a little too often. He asked: "Do any of you kids suck cock?" Everyone stood motionless, silent, looking at each other. I think we were a little afraid of him. No one responded. My mind really started to race and although I had never thought of sucking a cock I suddenly realized I wanted to try it. To be precise, I wanted to suck Conrad's man cock. I immediately developed a mental picture of how big it probably was. At this same time, I was sitting a house and yard for an elderly couple, the Carpenters, who had a house on a street a block from us. Their garage opened onto the same alley as Taylor's. I spent a full half-day there every Saturday; lawns needed watering even during Colorado's dry, fall weather. Daily, after school I went by and checked the doors and windows and put the mail in a box Mrs. Carpenter had placed on the kitchen table. They had children in California and relatives in Iowa and Illinois. They were gone often and my house sitting was a really good, part-time job. They sometimes stayed a month or longer when they went to California, which was the case right now. With my interest in Conrad's cock, I made a concerted effort to arrange another encounter. I really had hot nuts for him; so I rode my bike downtown every day after I finished at Carpenter's. My persistence paid off and within a week I saw Conrad walking out of a Beer Tavern in the 100 block of No. Second Street. I went back and forth, making U turns, stopping, until he turned west on Birch Street. I knew he was going home! I fooled around, stopping to look in store windows and using other tactics until I saw him go into the alley at the block before Carpenters. I raced to Carpenters, opened the garage door, pretended to be putting stuff in the trash can so I could watch him approaching and be near the door when he arrived. When he got in front of the garage door, I said "Hi, Conrad, this kid sucks cock". He said "What?" I told him that he knew what I meant and reminded him that last week he had asked the question down at the end of the alley when all the boys were goofing off in Smith's garage and I was just giving him a delayed answer. He didn't reply but asked if I smoked. I said that I didn't but there was a partial pack of cigarettes on the workbench at the front of the garage. He walked in, lit one and put the pack in his shirt pocket. I said; "Well, do you want sucked off or not?" He hesitated. I said he wanted to a week ago. He replied that he must have had more to drink that day. He asked what I was doing in the garage. I explained the house/yard care taking situation and he asked if I had a key to the house and was there any liquor in the house I responded that I would take a look if he wanted to wait. I returned with a glass with an inch of bourbon and another glass with water and ice cubes. I was somewhat surprised to find him still there. I put the glasses on the workbench and closed the overhead door. Conrad said the drink was more than man sized. I answered that he didn't have to drink it all in one gulp. He had opened one of the rear car doors and was sitting on the edge of the seat with his legs sticking out the door. He sipped the drink and began to talk. I stood by the door, right in front of him. Are you the kid that lives on the corner of Sixth and Cedar Street? Yes. Then your last name is Mason? Yes, it is. What's your first name? Toby. How did you know my name? I know your sister Connie from school. He lit another cigarette, and then I noticed he had found a tin can to use as an ashtray. I told him if he put a cigarette burn on that car I would probably kill him. He said he would be careful. I said that I thought he wanted his dick sucked. I am still considering it, so keep your shirt on. Well, either you do or you don't. I've got a couple of problems to consider before I decide. Can you keep your mouth shut? Yes, except when I am talking to you or have your cock in my mouth. What's the next problem? Maybe none after I finish this drink. Can I take your pants off while you decide? Yea, but don't do anything more, as yet. He extinguished his cigarette, handed me the tin can and his drink, telling me to set them on the workbench. I took his shoes, pants and underwear off. He made no objection to my including his underwear. He did not have big meat like Brian or Sam. My dick had grown to a respectable five and a half inches erect, had a fair thickness and my foreskin fully retracted. I was no longer so self-conscious. (I thought, Shit! I might be bigger than Conrad.) I want you to help me with my next problem. What's that? My cock head gets very big. My foreskin has to be moved in back of it before I get a hard-on, or it won't skin back. Some day I'm going to get circumcised. I am going to take my jacket off and lie down on the car seat. I want you to take your thumb and forefinger and push my foreskin back so my head is completely exposed and keep it that way until you suck me up by sucking my cockhead. It sounded like a nice assignment - better than those my teachers dished out. In fact, it would be the first time I had ever pulled a foreskin back, other than my own. So, I complied and began to softly suck his cock head. It did not take long before he was fully erect. I paused to look at his cock. It was not quite the surprise that Sam's was, but it was very nice, and unusual (as far as I could judge with my limited experience). It certainly looked hot. The reason his cock was unique was the fact that it was quite small in diameter at the root. From there the shaft increased in diameter all the way to the rim of the cock head where it was a good inch in diameter. He had erected to a strong 6 inches. The cock head was truly amazing, an inch and a half wide at the rim and it evolved into a nice wide helmet shape. The cock head was a bright flesh pink color. I was sure I was looking at the biggest cock head I would ever see. It was no wonder his foreskin needed to be moved in back of the rim before he erected. I took him into my mouth and began sucking, I soon fancied going down on him all the way then backing all the way out. The feel of his rim moving between my lips, as it entered and popped out was, alone, sexually arousing enough to make me cum. Conrad was squirming, encouraging me to talk dirty to him. His enjoyment was obvious. My dick was so hard I wished I had taken my pants off. Conrad kept yelling - make me cum; make me cum, you've got me so hot. I was trying, I really was, and I wanted nothing more than for him to shoot off his cock my mouth. Suddenly, I pulled my mouth off of his dick and told him to get out and stand up. I ran to the other side of the car, opened the door and got on the seat. I lay down on my back, pulled down my pants and hung my head over the edge of the seat on Conrad's side and I screamed - Fuck my mouth. Fuck me with your big fuck tool, Conrad. Hurry! Cum! He really fucked my mouth - almost frantically. I thought I was going to have to ask him to stop but I desperately wanted him to cum, desperately wanted to please him, desperately wanted to know I had done well at my first go at cock sucking. He yelled at me to jack my cock, jack off. I did little more than touch it when I climaxed. Conrad's big cock head erupted seconds later. Shit, I hadn't even thought about swallowing or not swallowing or that I would have no option when I had assumed the position I was in. Conrad leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on the seat, one on each side of me, tilted his head down, looked back and watched me trying, desperately, not to gag as his hot fuck juice flooded out. He slowed to a very gentle in and out motion with his dick and his body began to spasm as he succeeded in a double climax and added to my swallowing problem. Things soon quieted down and he started to pull out; the minute I saw it in front of my eyes, I hollered for him to wait, and I took his dick between my thumb and forefinger and milked him urinary canal for the last drop and licked it off the end of his piss slit, big and in proper proportion to his dick massive head. Still naked below his waist, Conrad walked to the workbench and added the remaining half of his first drink into the second glass. He turned around and leaned against the edge of the bench. I watched his cock go soft and the foreskin crawl over his glans and the small adjustment he made to it with his fingers. Did you like that, Conrad? Like it, shit, I totally loved it. Who taught you to suck cock? Nobody. I am glad you liked it because that was my first time. I can't believe that. You are the first cocksucker that ever had me fuck his mouth. That was a first for me. You're good. He gave me a hug, said I was a cute kid and he liked me. I told him everything was mutual and put my arms around him and laid my head on his chest. When he left I wondered if he liked me well enough to let me do it again. I needn't have worried. I saw him in less than a week and he had a plan that I was very interested in. More to come.