Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2007 09:20:08 -0700 From: Jay roberts <email@example.com> Subject: "The Erection Ring" Part One by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi This is not a kid's story about a ring that erects beautiful buildings. No, it's grown up porn that you might, if you are a low character, read when you are over 18. But, before the age of 18 you should not be here. Go outside and run a mile. It'll be far healthier. My Grandfather was a gay dog. I mean gay in the sense that you do. He died at the age of 75. His death, this year, was sudden, as he was in miraculous health up to then. It happened on the Rivera, at Cannes. He was on vacation with a Freddy, his companion of the last few years. Freddy was a youngster of 70. He took care of the funeral. We certainly couldn't take the trip there. He also acted as executor. And that is where I come in. I am 17. Grandpa and I were really good friends. He guessed that I might be gay, but that was something we never discussed openly. My dad died when I was six years old and Grandpa, Mom's father, was the "male" influence in my life. Now you may wonder how the word "male" and gay grandfather goes together. That's because you didn't know him. He was a very manly guy: handsome, tall and thin, talented athlete, world traveler and multi-millionaire. It's funny, if you're rich, people welcome you, even if you are gay. Don't get any queasy ideas that Grandpa might be a perv. He preferred guys around his age, although with his looks and elegance, he could have had any one he wanted. Grandpa was sexually active. How do I know this? Freddy when drunk once told me that Hilton (that's Grandpa) was a randy horse, always pressing for sex at least once a day. Viagra? Maybe, I thought until my inheritance. Yes money. Mom was his only child, the result of an early marriage. She inherited half of the estate and I the other half, except my half was in trust until I reached twenty-one. But I could "invade" the trust with the approval of the bankers if I really needed something like college tuition and a car. The car I needed badly as Mom didn't drive. My need was for a yellow convertible Mustang. It is renown for it's "pickup" (get it.) I was just getting into a little peripheral sex with a couple of kids from school. You know, sex light, a little mutual mainly; all I wanted to handle at seventeen. But when I drive this car into the student parking, I will suddenly have lots of friends. I forgot to tell you about the other thing I inherited. It was a beautiful Chinese box. A big one, about the size of a medium sized suitcase. It was decorated with scenes of Chinese gentlemen with erections. Naturally I didn't keep it in the living room. Inside was his collection of old pornography from the forties and fifties. Very interesting. I noted that they had cocks back then. But the most interesting item was a small velvet box with my name on it in silver letters: "Tom"....that's me, sorry I didn't mention it earlier. Inside the box was a ring I had seen and admired many times on Grandpa's finger. There was also a note to me. I don't know when he wrote this. His handwriting was beautiful, almost like artwork. "Tom this ring has made my life fun. Enjoy it." The ring was gold, the circle was formed by two male figures engaged in 69, but that was hard to recognize that unless you studied the ring. Mom missed seeing that. The top had a brilliant blue stone, a cabochon. The bezel around the stone was etched with writing, maybe Greek, but definitely not readable. I decided, against my mother's wishes to wear it every day. She was afraid I'd lose it. Then again she wanted me to see a jeweler and have it made to my size. That turned out to be unnecessary as it fit my ring finger perfectly. This was strange because I have thick fingers and Grandpa was had very thin fingers. Oh well, just one of the many mysteries surrounding him. The ring was magical. It was a homo's greatest fantasy, to be visibly desired. You know, if you want to have sex with someone and his cock is lying there like a dead fish, you know it ain't gonna happen; he's either uninterested in you or terminally straight. I got an example of what the ring could do the first day I drove the new car to school. Up to then, I just thought it was an interesting piece of jewelry and came from my favorite relative. As I parked, Joe's yellow Corvette slid in next to me. Now Joe is one of my do-it-in-the-shower-in-the-morning fantasies. "Hey," he called. "Hot car." This was outstanding because he never spoke to me before, even thought our lockers were near each other. I'm speaking of gym lockers. You know where studs get undressed and drive you crazy. Now I am one of the kids who lives under the radar. I get B's. This is good because no one offers me tutoring after school. It's also good because I don't get called out in assembly for scholastic merit cards. Physically I am also a "B". I look like at least one hundred other guys in school. You know, conservative haircut, even features, slim, pleasant look on my face....nothing special. I do have a nice cock, but haven't got to use it a lot. Joe on the other hand is a stud. He's got real blond curly hair, long dark lashes...yes some blondes do have them.....succulent lips, marine blue eyes and a smile that may be presently contributing to global warming although Al Gore didn't mention it in his film. He is also a three-letter man and his six-foot, 170 pound, muscular, smooth, polished Greek athlete's body shows it. "I wish you lots of luck with the new car," said Joe in his husky jock voice. He reached out his hand, the curly blond hair on his arms glinting in the sun, and shook my hand. "Ouch!" I said loudly, like a wimp, because his hand crushed the two fingers on each side of my ring. I looked down at my fingers. The blue stone was glowing. Joe also looked down because I was shaking my stinging hand. "That's a great looking ring. Where'd you get it?" Then he sort of bent slightly at his waist and let out a long moaning "OOOOOH" sound. He reached quickly for his crotch and pulled the fabric out about six inches. I know that gesture, his dick was caught in his underwear briefs. But when he released the fabric, his basketballs shorts stood out. Joe was experiencing a fine, big boy's, three letter hard on. He blushed so cutely I began to harden up a bit, but not like Joe's baseball bat. "Geez, I don't know what came over me. I got a stiff one. I better get into the can and stroke it off." I am not usually quick, but this time, inflamed with interest in Joe's condition I found myself saying, "Joe friend. I have a tissue dispenser in the car. Step in. You better take care of it right away. You can't walk across the quad with that." His face was charmingly blushed. (Oh, be still my heart.) He fixed me with his rust colored brown eyes. He stared a bit and then seemed to come to a decision. "Tom, you are gay, aren't you? I heard it around." "Maybe a little bit." I said meekly. What I should have said was that he was a hunk who needed help and I was the fag to do it. He opened the car door and sat pppyon the passenger side waiting and rubbing his crotch. I got in. "Tom, rub me off and get tissues ready. We only have ten minutes before the late bell." He slid down his basketball shorts. They have no fly. His pale blue boxer shorts were exposed. He fished into the opening and withdrew a beautiful penis. Nice pale white pink with a bright red bulb. I could make out a faint blue vein running along the shaft. "Get busy twink!" I reached out my stubby fingers and took hold of the cock. It was so hot, it almost burned me. I noticed that there was a bubble of syrupy cum at the piss hole and I took my thumb and slushed it around. That produced a manly three-letter grunt from Joe. He moved the seat incline back and lowered his head against the headrest and closed his eyes. "Enough examination. Fuck me with your hand." I slid up and down gently, my palm just grazing his cock. As I came up and gave a few extra hits just below his cock head. He was enjoying this, humming sweetly. What a guy! But then his true bossy nature came up again. "Tom, you're driving me crazy. Take a tighter grip. Make believe it's a baseball bat. Move quicker." Of course he thinks I know how to hold a baseball bat. Anyway I did tighten up and I began to move faster, shagging him rapidly. Oh boy, this was his cup of tea. He began moaning steadily. I looked at his handsome face. It didn't look so handsome now as his eyes were scrunched, his mouth was puffed out in a silent "OOH" and the tip of his tongue was showing. I continued. My hand was getting tired, I switched hands. Then he started raising his hips in a slow fuck motion. Now he was making singing noises. "Get the tissue ready, I'm goin' spooge soon." It wasn't "soon". His timing was off. It was now! Oh man how that boy could cum. He filled the handful of tissue and a little spilled over onto my wrist. I hope he didn't see me lick it, but I did. It was pretty decent tasting. He rested a minute and composed his face into the old Joe, a slight smile and his eyes big. "That was hot kiddo. Maybe we should get together again sometime. Do you suck?" "Not yet. I'm willing to try. Let me know when if good for you and where." He patted my check in a paternal way. "You're really interested, huh? I'll tell you when it is convenient for me and you'll take orders from me and do what I want." He opened the door and was gone. Well it was quite a start to the day. I never thought I'd be handling my favorite hunk's cock, but there you go, it happened. But as far as becoming a slave boy for Mr.Wonderful, I'd have to think that out. What about the ring? Did it glow? Did it affect Joe, make him get hard? Lots to think about. The first three periods went their usual boring way and then came my favorite period, swimming. I didn't swim. I got a doctor's note saying I was allergic to chlorine and I just sat out the double period. Get this, the boys swam naked. It had something to do with health rules about bathing suits. Consequently I got to watch the parade of boys in my grade, their great variety of cocks and balls on display, not to mention chests and asses. My mouth formed a nasty grin as I decided to experiment. I pointed the ring toward the boys at the moment they were all lined up about to make their entry dive. I pressed the blue stone. The ring lit up. It wasn't a steady glow, but rather quick on and off like a rock show. I heard sounds coming from the lined up boys. I could see clearly that their penises were rising into nice upward erections. Some cupped their hands over their hard ons, others bent over to block the view. Some (my kind of guys) turned around and checked out the other guys). The coach blew his whistle repeatedly. I don't know what that was going to do. He put his megaphone up to his lips. "You lousy perverts. Don't you ever come into my pool in such a disgraceful condition. You are all dismissed. Get the hell out of here." One of the boys said innocently: "Coach, look, your dick is hard too." That didn't get received well and that boy received a failing grade that he would have a difficult time explaining to mom and dad. At cafeteria period the story had gotten all over school. Everyone was talking about it. I paid attention to eating my meal and keeping my eyes down. "Hey" a voice called. It was Joe standing in front of me. "You have anything to do with that stuff at the swimming pool?" "Me?" "Who else am I looking at? While I'm slumming here, I want to call off any further meeting with you. I really don't like that queer stuff. Keep outta my way girlie." That last insult was too much. I surreptitiously press the ring crown from under the table. I could see by Joe's face that it had an effect on him. He made some loud grunts. Now I know the power worked right through the wood table. You might say it went through wood and caused wood. Joe was talking fast. "Yeah, well, maybe we might, you know, basically try and do it at my place after school at 4:00," "You mean," I said demurely, "Like, you know, basically a date. You and me?" "Yeah, just don't talk so much about it." Well school was over at 3:30. As I came down the stairs I could see Joe's Corvette pulling out. I strolled to my car. I knew where Joe lived, not to far from my house, actually. I got in my beauty car, gunned it because at seventeen that is what you are expected to do. I gave mom a message on her cell phone that I'd be home in time for dinner, that I was studying with a friend. Yeah, right, studying how to seduce a jock. I rang the doorbell at Joe's house. It was a real mansion. He came to the door. He frown at me like he didn't want to see me. Reluctantly he held the door open for me and motioned for me to follow him downstairs to the finished basement. "I'm sorry I asked you. I'm not up for this stuff. I'm straight. I am a girl fucker. Now should anything happen and I don't think it will 'cause I'm goin' kick you out shortly, it has to be just between the two of us. If I find out that anyone in school hears of this, I will literally cut off your balls and hang them on your locker." "Whew, you're really mad about something. Don't blame me if you're the one who gets these major hard ons and begs me to help you." During that speech, Joe's face got redder and madder. I think he would have punched me out right there if I didn't press the top of my magic straight boy decoder ring. His hand jumped down to the bottom button of his vintage jeans. There was lots of pushing of penis against the heavy denim and poor Joe broke out in a sweat on his unlined noble forehead. I decided to take advantage of his confusion. I assumed a stern and resonant voice. "Joe, get undressed, you need the relief that only the master can provide." Now you have to realize that Joe, like so many jocks have been trained in two directions: one, to be aggressive, and two, to take coach's orders. Joe is on three teams. He is over trained. Then also, his father is a tough retired general. Poor Joe-Joe, he gets it from both ends. (Not actually, but maybe I......) Joe is accustomed to getting undressed for sports. Sometime later, Joe confessed to me that he loves the smell of sports. "I love the way my uniforms smell, the smell of other jocks stuff piled on benches. I love my own funky smell and wish I didn't have to shower each time." In a moment Joe was naked. Of course I have seen his sculptured body many times in the locker room, but I did see his penis in the car, but I was too rattled to really study it. Joe is one of those dressers and undressers who do it with the towel still tied. It's quite a trick and is very disappointing to me. But today his three-letter organ is just behind the barrier of his cupped hands of modesty. "Joe," I intoned, "Take your hands away. How can I make you feel good if you are all covered up?" I said this as I removed my own clothes. His eyes widened as my ample cock flopped down and rested on my dangling balls. His own sport's equipment was now out in the open and flexing and ready for action. He was circumcised and long and thin. His dome-shipped cock-head was already dripping. There was still some fight in the kid as he growled, "Okay fairy boy, I'm in my ready-to-be-sucked uniform. Let's start the game." Yeah, this was a game. This was a game I am going to win. I gave the ring another push and Joe's cock stiffened even more and was lying right against his belly button. "Lie on the bed and relax and enjoy," I told him enticingly. He lay on his back, he put his arms behind his hand, his knees slightly flexed, the classic straight boy waiting for a blow job. "No hand job this time. Get serious and get your mouth ready." I breathed on his hard dick. He moaned slightly and lowered his knees and separated his legs for me. I breathed again and he reacted with almost a sob of breath. "Stop the fucking around. Get to it." "You want it real bad don't you. What would you do to get my wet, hot mouth around your prick, sucking and licking you into a seven-spurt cum?" He looked at me. "You want money?' "No I want something that means more to me than money. I want you to just, for a minute, lick my dick. Then I'll go to work on you. Just a minute of it. You're a brave boy, you can do it I know." "Just one lick? Then you'll do me?" He signed several times. The conflict between his brain and cock showed in his face, as he screwed his lips around and frowned mightily. What a cutey. I longed to kiss those puffy lips, but that would be a pleasure to be deferred for now. Finally he didn't respond verbally, but his body told the story. He sat up and on the bed. I stood before him. I was hard as I have ever been. His nose twitched. He began to smell me. I hadn't showered today and have been sweating with nerves. He began to breathe heavily. Oh boy, Joey is getting hypnotized by my funkiness. I lifted my arms and let my pit fragrance surround us. He took my cock in his hand and stared at it like a snake charmer. His mouth was watering from my personal perfume. He stuck out his tongue. You know, I never paid much attention to tongues, they're just sometime there in people's mouths, but Joe's tongue was a prince among tongues. It was wide and long, smooth and pink; a human oral carpet of potential joy. He took that specimen tongue and gave a quick lick on the head of my dick. Ooh, good, good, good. I restrained myself from screaming out so as not to scare him. The taste produced a reverential hum by him and buzzed me. He licked again. He was now taking deep breaths. I felt it was time to help him find his destiny. "Joey, take my cock into your mouth!" He looked up at me and sighed like a bellows. "Tom, I want to do it, but this has to be a secret between us and you have to do me also." "Yeah, yeah," I told him impatiently. "Your work is cut out for you. Do it!" No more procrastinating. He leaned forward and opened his mouth wide and enveloped my eager cock and swilled saliva over it and that magnificent tongue began sweeping over the sensitive surface. He continued his sort of humming sound of his own pleasure as he began sucking in earnest. Up and down, tongue swirling hands now finding my sensitive balls. By now his nose was enjoying the odor from my hairy pubes. He was working me on all cylinders to make me spurt. I was holding on from cumming by just a small thread of will power. It was too good to end, but his inexpert sucking was such a highly charged effect that I knew that by the time his vacuuming mouth made one more trans-cock journey that I would be helpless to stop the inevitable. "I'm going to cum Joe. If you don't want it in your mouth, you better stop now." He just grunted and speeded up his efforts. I went into automatic fucking of his mouth and he held my hips and took it all. With a strangled cry I began shooting. I always had lots of spooge when I jerked off, but this was twice the usual amount. He sucked it up and swallowed it all, moaning through his nose. Finally I got too sensitive to stand his hot mouth any more. I pressed against his forehead and pushed him off me. "I guess it's your turn now Joe." "I, er, maybe later," he said turning red in the face and chest. He pointed down, his cock was wet and on the sheet below was a pool of three-letter jock cum. "Wow, you really like sucking don't you." He hung his head. I picked up his chin with the fine cleft in it. "You got a virgin with me. I've never been sucked and I know you never sucked so we both had fun together. Thanks for great time." I leaned forward and put my lips against his. At first nothing happened and I felt foolish hanging there, faintly tasting my own sperm. Then he threw his arms around me and kissed back. Now Joe had plenty of experience kissing. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and got me dizzy with his technique. We must have kissed and found other things to do like stroking our nipples and Joe licked my pits. Finally he said, "Tommy babe, it's getting late. I just have to get dressed and we'll take up where we left off. You have to go, otherwise in a minute we'll be back doing some other sex thing." As we were dressing I told him that there were many other things we can do. Let's plan on meeting here tomorrow. He agreed, but then he said, "Now Tom, don't look all cow eyed at me in school. Let's keep this between us." End Part One Well how will Joe react when he learns that he was seduced by a magic ring. I can't imagine what other sexual things they might do....can you? What about other guys learning about their exploits? Hold on to your cock, but don't move your hand until part two.