I followed him out to a van. He unlocked the back and climbed in. Looking around to make sure there was no one around, I climbed in and shut the doors behind me. The back of the van was carpeted, and there was a toolbox off to one side. He started brushing toys to the side, and crazy thoughts went through my head. He's married, he has kids, this isn't right, this is wrong, I need to get out of here while I still can...

He pulled his tank top over his head and smiled at me. "Come here, boy."

I reached out and touched his chest. It was mostly smooth, except for some errant hairs around each nipple. "Take your shirt off," he instructed, so I pulled my shirt up off over my head. "Aren't you a pretty boy?" He leaned over and put his lips on my right nipple, and started sucking it.

My breath started coming in gasps. I'd never felt anything like this before-it felt incredible. My cock got harder in my pants, and my head went back as I moaned. None of the girls I'd ever dated had ever let me do more than kiss them or get my hand up inside their shirt. They'd certainly never touched my dick, they'd never sucked my nipples. Then he moved his mouth over to my other nipple and I thought I was going to come right then and there. He looked up at me with his eyes and winked. One of his hands went down to my crotch and undid my belt, then the fly of my jeans. I lifted my ass up so he could yank my underwear and pants down. He took his mouth off my nipple and smiled at me. "Damn, that's a big cock, boy, do you know how to use it?"

"Uh-huh," was all I managed to get out.

He smiled again and stood up, pulling his own pants down. He didn't have on any underwear, and his own dick was standing up straight away from the thick blond hair. He opened the toolbox and grabbed a condom, which he opened and rolled over my dick. My dick jerked when he touched it, but he grabbed it at the base and squeezed. "Not ready for that yet, boy." He grinned at me, then squirted something on it. He reached down and pinched my right nipple. "Okay, boy time to show me what you can do with that big of club you got." He straddled me and grabbed my dick, and then slowly started sitting on it.

I could barely breathe. It felt amazing. Much better than when I beat myself off, much better than when I humped a pillow-the moist wet tightness of his asshole seemed to simply grab on to my cock and hold on to it. He gasped and stopped. "Damn, boy you've got a big one, don't you? That's gonna take me some time to get used to."

"Oh-oh-okay."

Finally, with the occasional grunt and moan, he managed to get all of me inside of him, and started rocking on it a little bit. "Boy, that feel so fucking good inside of me, you like it up there in my ass?"

"Oh God, yes."

He slid up slowly, and then settled back down. "I wanna keep that big of thing inside me as long as I can, boy," he whispered down at me.

"Uh-huh." I didn't care as long as it kept feeling this good.

He started moving faster, and stroking himself. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before-the friction on my dick, the feel of his hard little ass settling on my balls on the way down, the sliding of my dick out of him, and his hard little body looked so damned good up there, riding me. And then I felt it starting-"I'm gonna come." I gasped out.

"Good. Shoot it up inside me!"

My entire body went rigid and started trembling as an almost painful pressure started building inside of me and then I screamed as it started pumping out of me ... and he moaned as his own started squirting out of him. We both kept gasping, moaning and convulsing-and then I was finished ... and my body trembled as I tried to catch my breath.

"Nice," he said, reaching down with a towel and wiping himself off of me. He got off me and peeled the condom off, which he wrapped in a paper towel and put in a garbage bag. He handed me my T-shirt as he pulled up his own pants. "Thanks, boy." He opened the back doors to the van as I fastened my pants. I climbed out the back, holding my shirt.

"Thanks, kid." He winked and shut the car doors. As I stood there, the van started and then pulled away.

I put my shirt back on and headed back to my car.

Blair started laughing. "You had anonymous sex with some married closet case in a park?"

"Don't laugh at me!" I pushed him away from me. "It's not funny!"

"And here I thought you were this innocent little boy from the prairies." He stood up. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling. "I've got a great idea. What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing."

"Let's go to LA!"

I goggled at him. "Los Angeles?"

"Yeah." He started bouncing on the bed. "We can stay at my dad's-and we can hang out, and I can show you around. It'll be a blast!" he jumped off the bed. "Pack some clothes, dude. I'll go fix it up with your mom!" He paused at my bedroom door. "Get ready to live, prairie boy!"

Chapter 5

-ell of a party, huh?" Blair grinned over at me.

. "Uh-huh." I collapsed on the gigantic bed, wasted out of my mind. I'd been smoking pot and drinking beer all day, and the bed felt incredible. My mind was still kind of spinning from everything that had happened since we'd gotten to Los Angeles the day before.

I still couldn't believe I was in Los Angeles-Beverly Hills, to be exact. It had taken us four hours to get down the highway from Polk to the big city-and Blair had laughed at me constantly that first day. "Close your mouth, you're gonna draw flies," he kept saying over and over as he drove me through Hollywood, showing me the landmarks I'd dreamed of when I was growing up in Kansas. After showing me around there, he had veered up Santa Monica Boulevard and taken me into West Hollywood-"WeHo," he'd called it, "the gayest place in Southern California." And he wasn't kidding. It seemed like everywhere I looked I saw beautiful gay men, holding hands, sitting outside coffee shops, waiting in line to get into restaurants, or just walking along the sidewalk. He took me to a gay bookstore called A Different Light, and showed me books and magazines I'd never dreamed existed. He introduced me to the manager, a hot man wearing tight jeans and a tank top, with a ripped body covered with tattoos. He bought me dinner at a restaurant a few blocks away, and the waiter was one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen. After he'd taken our order and left us, I said as much to Blair.

"Probably an actor," Blair shrugged. "Beautiful men are a dime a dozen down here."

I want to live here, kept running through my mind over and over again. Once I get my degree, I am moving down here.

And after dinner, he drove me up to a huge beautiful building in Beverly Hills, where we were let in by a security guard. The house was like a Moorish castle, with fountains spread out all over the lawn, and massive palm trees casting shade here and there. "Welcome to my dad's," Blair said as he parked the car. "We have the whole place to ourselvesDad's in Prague making his latest epic movie."

He showed me through the house-which looked like a museum. I couldn't keep my mouth shut-drawing flieson the tour. There were at least ten bedrooms, and from Blair's bedroom a set of French doors led to a balcony that overlooked an Olympic sized pool, surrounded by columns and marble statuary. As I stood out there, on that starry night looking out over the lights of the city of Los Angeles spread out below me, I felt tears coming to my eyes.