Date: Sat, 02 Mar 2002 15:48:00 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 8

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PART 8 - Chapter 1


About half an hour later the doorbell rang.  There stood Art, Frank and
(surprise of surprises) Matt.  (I didn't notice the U-Haul van on the
driveway.)  More introductions, then highballs, then we sat around the pool
catching up on Colorado gossip and watching the naked boys.  Erections were
not being well concealed.  Harlan drew me aside and said he had all the
fixings for supper, so relax and don't worry about it.

I told Matt to get in the pool and relax.  He said he didn't have a
swimsuit.  I pointed out that no body else did, either.  I took him into a
bedroom, he stripped, and I gave him a kiss and a beach towel.  When we
returned to the pool, he draped his towel on a chair and sat down on the
edge of the pool with his feet in the water - his back to the patio area.
Suddenly all activity stopped.  Everything was quiet.  Harlan, Robbie and
Harlan's three school friends lined up in a semi-circle around Matt.  They
were obviously taking a long, interested look at the biggest cock they had
ever seen.  Then everyone got busy again, except Robbie.  He was now so
close to Matt that I was sure he was copping himself a feel of horse cock.
In fact, from the look on his face, I thought he might well be shooting a
load in my pool - the little shit.

Everyone was naked or in shorts (Art and Frank had traveled in shorts) so I
changed into an old pair of cut-off, faded blue jeans that I used to entice
Barry.  When I returned to the patio, Greg moved to the opposite side of
the pool, got out and sat, spread legged, on the edge, facing the patio
where we were all gathered.  Looking directly at me, he pulled his legs up,
spread them a bit and wrapped him arms around them and then, for an
instant, pulled up on his cock and balls, giving me a good view of his ass
hole.  He had the most inviting looking little love hole I had ever seen.
No wonder it was forbidden fruit.  I made direct eye contact with him and
pulled one leg of my shorts up enough to show him he was giving me an
erection and he looked directly at it.

His pubic hairs were black and plentiful, but his balls were shaved.  The
shaved balls clinched the deal for me.  I was almost certain that I could
get to him.  We were certainly operating on the same gaydar frequency.  I
thought to my self "What the fuck"; I can't mess around with a friend of
Harlan's.

Meanwhile, Art's camera was snapping pictures like mad.

Harlan and I went inside and I helped him shred cheese, dice tomatoes and
shred lettuce in the food processor.  He was having tacos and enchiladas
for dinner.  He hoped Matt thought they would be okay.  Harlan also had
dessert ready.  He was a neat kid.  I was already so dependent on him.








After I helped Harlan all I could, I went to use the Master Bath.  James
was standing at the vanity. He had a towel around his waist.  It was
obvious he had just taken a shower.

Oh, Mr. Mason, Harlan told me I could clean up for dinner in here.  I'm
sorry; do you want to use the room?

Just to piss, but you needn't leave if it doesn't embarrass you.

Everyone was really fascinated with Matt.

So I noticed.  All men, gay or otherwise, seem to have some degree of
interest in large cocks

So you won't be left guessing Mr. Mason, I am gay.  Greg and Bernie are,
too. I hope you don't feel uncomfortable with us being in your home.  I
love your house, by the way.

Please James, call me Toby.  The house is far from being put together yet.
I am glad you like it. Having all of you here is my pleasure as long as
there is no loud music or hollering.  I do not want to disturb my new
neighbors.  Can I talk to you a minute?

Sure.

Can you tell me about Greg and Bernie?

Greg is sort of aloof and has a cocky attitude, but it is just a front.  He
is really a nice guy when you get to know him.  I know he has been sucked
and has given head.  Bernie is gay, but so shy I doubt he has had many
experiences.  Greg lives down at the end of the block; did you know that?
His parents are in Palm Springs for the weekend.  Bernie and I are staying
over at his house, so Harlan has asked the three of us to stay overnight.
Harlan said there were spare air mattresses he could blow up and Greg was
going to go home and get some sheets and blankets. Do you mind Toby?

No, it is fine with me.

We have been standing here talking with more than obvious erections.  I
think you like gay sex.  I do too.  I can't get enough.  What do you think
of this for an idea, if Jon Peters is gay, that is?

He is, very much so.










I see the mattresses being blown up and put wherever - Living Room - Family
Room.  I envision more drinking.  Don't worry about Greg, Bernie and I - we
have all drank beer before. After lights out, Greg, Bernie, I, Harlan and
maybe Robbie will start bed hopping while naked, initiating stuff - you get
the idea.  I don't know what will happen, but there are a lot of hot hunks
here.  There erections were obvious through their pant while they were
watching us in the pool and I think everyone will get hot with all of us
horny teens prowling around.  I happened to catch you and Greg eyeing each
other.

Inhibitions should be at a low after the drinking.  It should lead to a lot
of sex. I am sure that between Greg, Bernie and I we will be able to get to
Matt one way or the other - I'd love to get fucked my his big dick. It
would be fun to try - what a cock he has!  My only concern is Robbie - he's
so little.

My concern is Harlan and Robbie both.  You can have all the fun you want
but spread the word that nobody, absolutely nobody, is to ass fuck them.
Jeez, what have I gotten into? I feel I am running a male whorehouse.

I can understand - my description of the evening does sound a little like
"wall to wall sex".  But, consider this for a minute - can you name me one
person in this house who would not respond to a chance to have sex with a
teenager?  Gays all seem to have strong sex needs.  To be blunt, all of us
have a little whore in us.  I don't think you need to feel guilty. All the
guys here tonight seem hot as hell and ready for a little fun.  It's a rare
opportunity; lets seize it.

You win, James.  Will you do me a favor?

Anything.

Try to steer Greg and I together.


Chapter 2

After dinner, more drinks, more cavorting in the pool, the non-teenagers
(Matt excluded) wandered off to bed.  I noticed Jon bunked down with Art
and Frank - maybe he had a thing for older guys.  Beethoven must have been
tired, too, as he was already asleep on the floor in my room.

I read a magazine for a while and decided to check out what was going on.
All the bedroom doors were open, so I saw Jon all snuggled between Art and
Frank.  Matt had everyone else around his air mattress in the Living Room.
Matt was on his back in the center of the mattress with his horse cock
pointing to the ceiling.  I knew, knowing Matt, he was getting high.  His
audience was evidently taking turns at him.







I returned to my room and before turning in went to the bathroom for my
before-going- to-bed piss.  God, my cock was hard - my big shiny cockhead
had erected so far beyond the confines of my foreskin that I almost looked
cut.  Looking at all those guys worshiping Matt's super tool had gotten to
me.  I couldn't piss.  I didn't know whether to wait until it went down or
jack it off.  As it turned out, the decision wasn't mine.  Greg came into
the bathroom wearing a black jockstrap with a satin pouch.  The pouch had a
zipper and appeared to hide a much bigger package than Greg had teased me
with earlier.

Don't piss that hard on down the toilet, Toby.  Let me have it.

He moved my hand from my painfully erected cock and placed it on the satin
pouch.

Oh God, Greg you feel so big in there!

Do you want it?

God yes!

He pulled me into a hot, wet kiss and thrust his body into mine.  Any
resolve I might have had completely disappeared.

Tease yourself, tease me and make us hotter than we are.  Suck me; fuck me.

He picked up a brown bottle from the vanity, which I hadn't noticed and
said that Matt had given it to him to give to me.

Do you use them, Greg?

Rarely, but I think I will need them before you fuck me.  I have never been
taken by as big a dick as you have.

Have you been fucked before?

Three or four times - when my parents are gone and my neighbor's wife is
gone, he has fucked me, but he has about a four- inch dick.  When I saw
your cock when you exposed yourself to me at the pool I got so fucking hot.
Tease me now.

I French kissed him, I rubbed my hand over his pouch trying to guess what
was shaft, what was cockhead, what was balls.

I stuck my middle finger up his ass, which I was surprised to find was
already lubed.

I sucked his satin pouch and eventually unzipped it.  His cock and balls
tumbled out and I went wild sucking them while finger fucking him.




Greg, I've got to fuck you now or shoot my load all over your feet.

Do it.

He turned, bent over and leaned against the vanity.  His ass was mine for
the taking and I took it.

He took a large sniff from the bottle and I slowly pushed my 7 inches all
the way in.  What a sweet, tight ass he had!  He wanted fucked.  I was
going to fuck him like his neighbor's little cock had never fucked him.
Still all the way in, I fucked with short, quick thrusts, hard trusts,
thrusts with all the weight and power of my ass pounding my cock as deep as
it would reach into Greg's back-door.  I switched to long, slow strokes,
but didn't let my cockhead slip out of his ass.  He liked it long and slow
and moaned his pleasure.  I didn't want him to like it too much and shoot
too quickly, so I switched again.  I pulled my cock all the way out,
re-entered and pushed all the way in, again and again.  This really had him
excited and he used the bottle again to prolong his ecstasy of his hot,
tight boy hole being entered and plugged deep, entered and plugged deep.
My passion was peaking too, my cockhead was swollen from all the re- entry
strokes and I quickened my pace.  I desperately wanted to climax myself but
I didn't want to do it before Greg did. Finally the moment of man's
greatest pleasure arrived simultaneously for both of us.  I reached around
and grabbed Greg's cockhead and felt it pulse its boy juice into my hand.

We were both exhausted.  I told Greg to get in bed.  I went to the fridge
and brought back a couple of beers.  He kissed me over and over again.  I
couldn't believe this guy; he still hot even after the fucking I had given
him.  Between sips of the beer he was jacking himself.

Do you want fucked again?

No.  Suck it.

With a very wet mouth, I opened my lips wide and slowly moved up and down
his shaft with just a feather touch.  Just as I had fucked him, I placed my
wet lips over his cockhead, closed them and popped his head out of my
mouth, sucked it back in and popped it out.  After repeating this several
times, I felt his second climax spewing from his piss slit into my mouth.

Both of us were both drop-dead tired.  But, before he fell asleep he asked
me where I had learned to fuck and suck like I did.  I told him I learned
to fuck from a married man that fucked me when I was a teenager like him;
as to sucking cock, I was self-taught.

Toby, can we do this again?







I'd like to, but this has been kind of a wild night.  I'm going to have to
check it all out with Harlan.  Either way, remember we are fuck buddies.
That's a special relationship.  You can confide in my any time you feel the
need.

I don't know how long I had been asleep when I felt a hand on my shoulder
and someone whispering in my ear.  I became halfway conscious and
recognized someone was saying:

Toby, are you awake?

Sort of, who is this?

Bernie.

Do you need something

Yes, sorry for waking you.  Would you help me cum?

Haven't you shot yet?

No.  I have such a small dick nobody approached me and I'm too shy around
guys my own age to start something myself.

I'm sorry Bernie.  I don't see why you weren't the evening's star you are
so beautiful.  Of course I'll help you.  How do you want me to help? (I
could tell that, by now, he was upset and on the verge of tears)

Just help me get off however you want to do it.  When everyone is bragging
tomorrow I want to be able to brag a little, too.  I just don't want to
have to admit that I just jacked off.

I got up off the mattress and box spring (still minus a bed and bed frame)
and took Bernie's hand.  I led him into the Family Room.  I had forgotten
to turn the pool lights off, so there was enough light that we could see.

I held Bernie tight; I was now erect and our cocks were introducing
themselves to each other.  Bernie, tell me what you want the most, I can
suck you, you can suck me, you can fuck me or I can fuck you.

I've never been fucked nor I've never fucked anyone.

Bernie.  If you've never been fucked I would hurt you and I don't want to
do that as much as I would like to get my dick into your little ass.

Would it be enough to brag that you seduced me and fucked the hell out of
my ass?






Would you let me do that?

Give me half a minute to get some lube and I would love to be fucked by
you.
  In fact, as I think about it, you will be the youngest boy ever to fuck
me.  It will be a first for us both.

I lubed my ass and his cock.

Bernie, you have a lot of foreskin.  Does it full retract over your
cockhead?

Yes.

Let me push it back.  I love to push a guy's foreskin back.  Then you mount
me and fuck me as fast or slow, as hard or gently, as you want to.  Just
enjoy it.  I hope I can make you shoot.  OK?

It all ended much to soon.  I felt his need, his desperation, his
frustration with every downward stroke and I felt his relief when he pumped
his hot sperm into my ass.

Come to bed Bernie.  It's a queen size mattress.  The three of us can
squeeze in.  I slept with my arms around him until I woke up to the smell
of coffee brewing.

Chapter 3

Saturday morning was very subdued, at least for those of us that appeared
in the kitchen for breakfast about 8:30 AM.  Art, Frank, Jon and I moved
the contents of the truck into the garage.  Frank had refinished three of
my mom's dressers and re- upholstered 2 small, bedroom chairs.  I was
almost reduced to tears.  Frank said he knew that I would enjoy them as
memories of my first home.  He never intended to sell them.

We planned that Jon and I would follow Frank and Art to a U-Haul check- in
so they could get rid of the truck - they were returning to Denver via
United Airlines.  Then, we would tour furniture stores.

Bernie appeared at the last minute before we were finishing breakfast.
Harlan said everything went well with him and Robbie they had the most fun
they had ever had in their lives.

Evidently Matt had expanded his horizons; he got so turned on by James
loosening his hair and letting it fall around his shoulders that he fucked
him and got all the way into his ass - in front of an audience of
teenagers.

I got Harlan to follow me back to the bedroom area and asked him if he was
OK.







Yea, it was cool.  Are you cool with what happened?

Yes, but after the weekend we have to talk about all this.

Bernie asked to go with me.  Harlan was standing behind him and nodded his
approval.

So, Jon and I took Art and Frank around to the stores they wanted to look
at.  On the way we discussed that beds and Living Room furnishings and rugs
were the major items we needed to find.  The beds we chose were not on a
par with Art and Frank's but they were very nice.  We selected 4 identical
chairs, similar to (but not copies of) Mies Van der Rohe's Barcelona
chairs, in black leather, a glass coffee table, one large and two small
oriental style rugs (all of the same pattern and color) for the Living
Room, realizing with the grand piano that would be all the furniture it
needed to be very elegant. Art and Frank negotiated discounts on everything
we purchased.

After about 4 hours, Frank said he had brought some catalogs with him and
if we could pick lamps, window blinds and accessories from the catalogs he
could save me some money.  Jon drove us around Hollywood and Beverly Hills
before going home.

I told Frank and Art how much I appreciated their help and how good they
had been to me from the day I rented their apartment.

Toby, you are one of the most truthful persons in the world and sometimes
na‹ve. You are always the same no pretensions, no mood swings, always
smiling and happy.  We love you.  In your own way, you give people every
bit as much as they give you.  Plus, you are so boyish in your looks and
actions.  Some woman is going to grab you up some day to mother you until
she discovers what you have in your pants, and then she is going to drag
you to the altar.

Jon said: "And that's the truth, got it asshole?"

Yea, but it ends like a horror story.

When we got home everything was similar to the day before - boys in the
pool.  At the same time it was obvious that beds had been made with clean
sheets, eating utensils had been washed and cleared away - everything was
very tidy.  Harlan said everyone helped him.  The jocks had driven Harlan
to a supermarket for the things he wanted to fix for dinner - prime rib of
beef, Yorkshire Pudding, vegetables and an English trifle for dessert.  The
smells coming from the Kitchen were wonderful.



I found out later in the evening that Harlan, Jon and Art shared an English
heritage and a love of English food.  Anyway, Art and Jon were thrilled
beyond words when Harlan brought the trifle to the table.  The rest of us
didn't even know what it was, except it looked delicious and full of
calories.

It was soon obvious that Art was really touched by the effort Harlan had
put out fixing the dinner.  Harlan told him that if he came back for
Christmas he would fix roast goose and plum pudding for him.  Art said:
"Frank, get airline reservations as soon as we get home.  We are going to
spend Christmas with Harlan and Toby."  They did, too, and Matt and Barry
came with them.  Jon also came for the day.

Saturday night Greg, James and Bernie stayed over again but things were,
like at breakfast, more subdued.  In plain English, all of us were "fucked
out".  But, I nodded for Bernie and Greg to follow me back to the bathroom.

Are you three guys going to be, more or less, occasional visitors around
here?

We would like that if you're agreeable.

I am, but as I told Greg last night, I want to pass all of this by Harlan.
The last thing I want to do is make him angry.  If he is agreeable, too, I
would love getting it on with you guys every now and then.

They both replied "Me, too."

By three in the afternoon, Sunday, Jon had taken Art, Frank and Matt to the
airport, as it was on his way home and Harlan and I had taken Robbie home.
I was almost glad when he said goodbye and closed the van door.  He had
talked all the way to Costa Mesa about Matt's dick and watching, for his
first time, two guys fucking.

On the way home, Harlan and I each had our say as to our thoughts about the
weekend.  I told him about fucking Greg and getting fucked by Bernie.
Harlan replied that he had gotten fucked too.

Damn it Harlan, I told James to spread the word that you and Robbie were
not to get fucked.  Who did it?

Robbie.  When we went back to my room I fell asleep and awoke to him
sticking me in the ass.  He was so fucking hot I knew he would wake me up
before morning to do something.  I just let him do it.  His dick is so
small it didn't feel any different than when I stick my finger up my ass
sometimes.



Harlan, you arranged the weekend and I agreed to it.  Now that it's over,
how do you feel about how it turned out?

Well, first, Toby.  I love you and I know you love me.  It's obvious that
in the few months I have been with you, we have become very comfortable and
secure with our loving each other. Greg and Bernie, more than James, need
loving too.  From what they tell me their home lives are not too bad but
not too great either.  You saw how Bernie took to you and wanted to tag
along when you went shopping for furniture.  I knew he needed a man's
friendship; that is why I gave you the nod.

Since we are secure in our own love, I don't see the harm in sharing it
with others that want it - need it.  Too, a little fun and games is not
like cheating on each other as long as we do it together and not behind our
backs.  Really, when you think about it, we started the process with
Robbie.

Harlan, I don't have anything to add to what you said.  I was afraid you
would be angry with me.

Well I'm not.  As to your confession about Grey and Bernie, I heard it from
them before you told me, but it was exciting hearing about it again.  They
both think you are great in bed and want to get into both oral and anal
with you.  And, by the way, I want you to start fucking me, too.

I want to; before it happens though I am going to bring some butt plugs and
dildos home.  We're going to have to get you prepared before you get my
dick in your ass.

More to follow