| A note to readers of The Arrangement:
Several of you have sent me e-mails asking if The Arrangement is really
a true story. It is. What you are reading about actually happened to
me in the late 60's. Many of the details in the are as sharp in
my memory today as when they first happened. Now, after all these
years have passed, I don't claim (ala Archie Goodwin) to be able to
remember all of the conversations word for word (Especially not what
the suckees said as they spilled their seed across my tongue, I was too
busy to take notes and, anyhow I never dreamed back then that I would
be writing about it today.). But the dialogue in the is at least
in the general vicinity of what was said or groaned and in some cases
it is almost exact (because some things do stick with you for a
lifetime.) So as you read this remember these events did happen
to me. Nothing important in this is fiction.
When the from the Savannah Kid (and if you haven't read them I
recommend them to you. The Kid's work can be found in the "Prolific
Net Authors" archive at Nifty.org) led me to start writing The
Arrangement, I planned to do so in three parts, each of which would
have four to seven installments Breaking The Arrangement 1 is the first
installment of the second part of the story.
Whether or not this is ever completed is up to you. At the end of
each installment of The Arrangement I asked " If you've liked this
installment of a true and think I should continue to tell you
about my adventures as a high school student please let me know at
firstname.lastname@example.org" After The Arrangement 5 was posted in December I
received only three e-mails commenting on the story.
George Orwell once said "All writers are vain, selfish and lazy." I'm no
different.While no one asked me to write The Arrangement in the first
place, when I don't get any response I wonder whether or not to make
the effort to continue. So if you do want to keep reading this story,
please take the time to send me an e-mail and let me know what you
My name is Webster Dazell and this is a about many things: growing
up in the Sixties, friendship, trust, hope, disappointment, and, of
course, sex. Most of all it's the of a growing up on a
farm in the nation's heartland finding out just who and what he is.
It's my story. I hope you enjoy it.
Breaking The Arrangement 1: A continuation of a true
The weekend at his grandmother's apartment and our activities with Mr.
Grambs marked another turning point in my relationship with my friend
Evan. Before that weekend sex was just another part of our friendship
and not even the major part. But after that weekend, Evan turned into
one horny bastard.
As before, we still continued to do everything together we used to.
We'd ride our bikes, fish and swim in the creek, do chores
together and we still worked on cars in the barn. But before our
sexplay was an occasional thing; now Evan was always looking for a
chance to slip his dick into my mouth, and it being summer and school
being out, he had plenty of chances.
Not that I was complaining understand. I loved Evan's cock,
letting him feed me his come, swirling it around in my mouth before I
swallowed. But you really can get too much of a good thing.
Take the time we went fishing in Babcock Creek. We had a spot we liked
to fish in, one not too far down from the bridge where we always had
pretty good luck. If the fish weren't biting then we'd go for a swim,
not where we fished, the water there was too shallow for that. But
back upstream the creek had been scooped out when the bridge was built
in the Thirties's, leaving a swimming right underneath the
bridge. We'd hang onto the I-beams and work our way out to the middle
of the creek like we were on monkey bars. Then we'd let go, drop about
ten feet and "splash."
The sides of the embankment along side and under the bridge were made of
concrete to help keep the roadbed in place. This gave us a ledge at
the top of either side where, while we couldn't stand, we could sit.
The ledge went back about four feet so we had plenty of space to spread
out. There were a couple of blankets there we had brought on previous
trips so we could eat lunch without scraping all the skin off our legs.
Of course, they had another use as well.
Anyway, we finished up the chores that morning around 11 and, since we
didn't have to do chores again until 3, we decided to go fishing.
Because it was hot out we both changed out of our work clothes,
wriggling into swim shorts and tennis shoes. The sun felt good against
our bare backs and legs as we peddled our way along the rutted dirt
road over to the creek (about 3/4 of a mile away.), our bikes rattling
with every bump and in the road. We had to be careful not to drop
our fishing rods which were balanced across our handlebars and held in
this precarious position by one grasping hand.
When we got to the bridge, we walked our bikes down the side of road and
leaned them against one of the pillars that helped hold up the bridge.
This way our bikes were out of sight of anyone passing by on the road.
(Not that we had ever had anything stolen but why take chances.) I was
stringing the line through my rod when Evan started to talk with me.
"Web, you're pretty good at that science stuff. I was reading in one of
my dad's fishing magazines that fish don't see things the same way we
do." Now Evan was a C-average student and he didn't like any of the
science classed we had to take, preferring auto mechanics or gym, so
this sudden interest in matters piscine puzzled me.
"I mean I can understand a fish rising to a fly, that's natural cause we
see bugs land on the water all the time. Even a fish striking at a
lure makes sense to me. Bigger fish eat smaller fish, we've seen them
eat the minnows in this creek. But what in the world would make a fish
go for a worm on a hook. That doesn't seem right to me. There ain't
no worms in the creek unless we throw one in, they sure don't crawl in
by themselves. And any worm we throw in doesn't float. It sinks to
the bottom and drowns. So how come a fish will eat a worm? If you
were a fish Web, would you want to eat a fat, big pink worm?"
When I turned around to answer Evan, I saw him kneeling on the ledge
above, his swimsuit next to him, his semi-flaccid prick waggling up and
down and back and forth between two fingers. "What about it Web? If
you were a fish would you want to eat a juicy worm like this one?"
"I don't know. If I were a fish I don't think I'd be tempted by such a
puny little worm like that one," I said even as I started the ascent up
the sloping concrete wall. "I'd like my worms to be a little harder so
I had something to chew on."
"I can't believe a poor scrawny starving fish like you would turn down a
meal as good as this one," Evan said stroking his firming erection with
his fingertips, the foreskin beginning to smear his precum over the
glistening head of his cock. "I just bet I could land me something
nice with this particular worm, don't you cocksucker?" My nod of
agreement put the first three inches of Evan's rod back into my mouth,
the tip poking the far end of my tongue just short of my throat.
Evan laid back down on the blanket, his hands my head further
down on his dick. "That's it Web, just keep moving your head up and
down like that, you look like a bobber on the end of a struck line.
Come on Web, suck me, suck me hard, blow's just an expression."
I redoubled my oral efforts on his thick, flat dick, leaving my hands
free to massage his balls. In the distance I heard the sound of a
truck coming down the road. It was coming our way fast. I tried to
pull my head off Evan's cock but he held me in place with his hands.
"I'm almost there Web. Forget about the goddamn truck and suck me.
Faster man, be a good scumeater and make me come."
Evan's explosion into my mouth came almost simultaneously with the rain
of dirt and pebbles on my back as the truck thundered over the bridge.
As the dust from its passage settled, I abandoned the now spent prick
and sat up, shaking some of the dust from my hair.
"Well, I think we've settled the question about the worm don't you," I
asked Evan as we both perched on the edge of the ledge, recovering
from our exertions. "Fish eat worms for the same reasons we eat
Twinkees. They want the cream inside." Evan groaned and gave me a
light punch in the arm.
"That joke's so bad you're going to have to suck me off again to make up
for it.' And I did. In fact, I coaxed Evan to climax three times
before we had to leave to get back to our chores, although each time I
had to use more and more hand to make him come and my "creamy" reward
got smaller each time. After his fourth and final orgasm, my lips were
as chapped as though I had spent the day in a desert and Evan's dick
was red, sore and swollen. He complained about the way it rubbed
against his work clothes for three days afterwards. I just laughed and
told him to use liberal applications of Cornhusker Lotion.
Which was another change in Evan. Not the Cornhusker Lotion but his
renewed interest in cornholing me. At first he just dropped hints that
he wanted to stick his dick up my ass. I ignored his hints which then
got increasingly less subtle (Not that Evan was ever very subtle to
begin with) until he finally came out and asked why I wouldn't let him
"Because it hurts."
"Don't be a sissy. It'll only for a little while. Then you'll get
used to it. Besides I'll be gentle. Just let me put the head in. I
won't go any further."
"No, we tried that and it hurt."
"Come on Web, be a man. Bend over for me. You'll like it once I get it
all the way in. It'll feel real good."
"If it'll feel so good, lemme do it to you."
"Hey man, you're the in this relationship not me. And as
long as you're cock why not try taking it up the ass.
Grambs said you have the perfect butt for it and I already know you're
sticking that enema tube up there when you jack-off. Why not my dick?"
"Because the tube doesn't and you do."
"OK, let's do this. We'll measure how big around my dick is OK? Then
you can start sticking something a little bigger up your ass each time
until you get to where you're riding on something that's just a little
larger than my cock is. Then you know it won't when I butt-fuck
you. Whada ya say?"
A little intrigued, I told Evan I'd think about it. The nozzle from the
enema kit did feel good and I was kinda curious about how Evan's cock
would feel in my ass. It's just that it so much the couple of
times we'd tried it. My ass even bled a little for a couple of days
afterwards. Still, maybe Evan had a good idea. If I stretched my ass
slowly and got used to the size, it might not hurt.
"OK Web. I'm holdin' you to that. Now let's get a tape measure and see
how big I am. And while you're down there measuring, I think I might
have another mouthful for you.You're gettin' a little skinny. I don't
think you're getting enough protein."
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