Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for sale. She died within a year and after many trips for my mom and I back to Terre Haute. In late August we returned home so I could get back to school and my mom could start work again. It was then I experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood.

Taking the same advice Id given Kurt I started with the computer and after several fruitless attempts found Claudia listed among American Potters and read she had graduated from the State Teachers College, majoring in Fine Arts, had gone on to a University in California and was now one of the best known potters in the United States - a starting point at last. I knew she was in her fifties and so was David Albright, Head of the Art Department and I knew hed also graduated form State and possibly around the same time as Claudia. However, I was afraid to write him for fear a secretary might open and read his mail.

Our neighbor had lived next door for as long as I could remember. My mom said hed inherited the house when his parents died and she had forbidden my going over there or even talking to him across the picket fence when I was out in our yard. But, he was real friendly and I talked to him in the yard and even went over to his house when my mom was at work. His name is Richard North. Hes in his late twenties or early thirties and is real good looking sexy too; he has long hair thats always in

That night in bed, despite the fact that I beat off twice, I could not go to sleep. My mind just wouldnt let me. All I could think of was Richard and his cock. I wondered if it were true that no cunt take it, if his cock were still virgin. I fantasized that I lived with him, cooked meals for him, did his laundry and cleaned his house and that Id learned to take his cock in my ass and he loved to fuck me and he was

Dear readers and friends. I say "friends" because so many guys have written me during the course of posting chapters to this story. Some have written back and forth to me two or three times and I have developed a real e-mail friendship with them. I am putting PART in the form of a letter because it will be the last chapter for reasons I will explain later. Yet, I do not want to end things abruptly, so I will cover, in an abbreviated fashion, all that has happened in Solomon Hills up to the date of this writing - December , .

And thats the way it went. Some of my friends were already hot for girls, but I was hot only for Richard. Sometimes he was sober; sometimes he was drunk. But he always let me suck him, it was always good and both of us always reached climax. ne time he was drunk and passed out when I arrived. I remembered to lock the door. He was barefooted and naked except for his pants.

Although I neglected to tell you at the beginning, this story started in the Fall of . As you know it is now early November of , so six years have passed. When Jim Boy and I first started having sex together, we soon realized we were in love with each other, but we never in our wildest dream would have guessed, then, that we would be living our lives together, away from our parents, despite the fact that I was only fourteen. But, that is what happened. We go to Ogallala almost every weekend but never for Thanksgiving, Christmas or New Years

It seemed that the lst. of January was not only a different year but a different everything - fortunately a better everything. The meeting on the Library went smoothly, the proposed design was fantistic and complimented the bank across the street, being remodeled by the same architect. They were compatable in materials, colors and many other factors;Richard,the archiect had the most difficulty in his explanation of the scale of the two builings being the same and got into talking of many things that are necessary, but known

While Drew was pulling up his pants he asked me if I wanted to do it again next Saturday. I told him Id see. He asked if I didnt like it. I told him no, I enjoyed it very much but it was a chance encounter, I might not be able to make it next Saturday and if I could, I knew where his house was and Id come by. The truth of the matter was that I both needed it and liked it while I was doing it, but immediately afterwards I felt dirty, as if it had been wrong.

On the way home he apologized again, saying he hadnt had sex for a long time except for jacking off, which he didnt really enjoy and had a hard time shooting off doing it. "I had no right to seduce you. It was wrong." "Robin, I dont know about right or wrong. Maybe you didnt notice, but I liked it. I could have stopped you but I wanted you to seduce me and I loved having sex with a man for the first time and I want to do it again. I dont care if it is wrong." "Are you really sure?" "Absolutely!" It was now my turn to cry. He put his right arm around me and pulled my head over to his chest and drove the rest of the way with only his left hand.