SexCraft

"SexCraft"

The Awakenings

By

Garie W W McKinney 

Chapter 1 

My Dad owns an electrical wiring installation company called, "Hog's Grief Electrical Wiring Co.", for new homes and businesses in Plainview, Texas. Plainview is located in the God-forsaken panhandle of Northern Texas between Amarillo and Lubbock. My Dad and Mom divorced about a year ago and we all seem to be happier without all the arguments and bitchin' they constantly did day in and day out.

One of my Dad's workmen, Mike, lost almost everything he owned in some money deal that nobody will talk about and, due to my Dad's soft heart, Mike will be living with us for a while. Usually, when someone my Dad knows needs a place to crash, they'd be put in an upstairs guest bedroom. But the upstairs’ air conditioning unit isn't working very good, so Mike's bunkin' with me. It kinda pissed me off at first 'cause my room isn’t large enough for the two men. So my privacy had to be tossed out the window. Oh, did I say – I was pissed off? Well, that changed when he arrived, and I gotta really good look at him. 

Being a horny, 17 year old Gay dude, privacy doesn't matter much under these circumstances. Ya see, Mike's a totally fine lookin' and actin' man. Rough attitude, deep voice, slightly chubby, hairy body, full beard, and, all of his hair is very dark ginger. Plus, he wears no deodorant or cologne – just pure man scent. I kinda like being with Mike in close quarters. It's so fuckin' hot how his belly sticks out just a little bit over his cowboy belt and, he has these small love handles. Grrr, what a turn on.

He’s an easy-going guy, kinda funny at times, but in a goofy Texan cowboy way. He calls me a little colt, teenage girls are heifers, women are bitches or old cows, and men like him are stallions or bears. and, there are groups of people he puts in a pile of cow patties. Now, cow patties can be used for lots of good things, like fire fuel, and Frisbee throwing. It's just the idea of what they're made of, you know, cow shit.

He's got a good lookin' face, not particularly pretty, just a handsome, hard-working face. He doesn't give a fuck what anybody thinks about him. Man, it's a big turn-on for me – boner city!

There are times I swear he's looking at me just a little bit too long. But hell, what does that mean, if anything? All I know is it turns me on. Yeah, there's definitely something in the way he looks at me.

Every afternoon at around 5, Mike gets home from his job as an installer's helper at my Dad's business. After working all day in this heatwave we're having, he needs to take a long shower to relax and remove his day's worth of sweat and man-scent. But at first, when he walks in my door, he smells so good. I'd like to rip off his clothes and give him a tongue bath. After that, he wouldn't need no shower. Huh, there's that boner again. 

Okay, get a grip on yourself, Garrett. Here he comes out of my bathroom. Just like every day, he's as naked as a jaybird. I'll do my usual best to pretend I'm busy and not to take peeks at his naked body. After he's through drying, dressing, and, taking occasional peeks at me with big grins, we go to the dining room at precisely 6:45 and, have supper with my Dad that our longtime cook, Mrs. Easson, fixes for us. 

After eating, Mike leaves and usually won't get back until around Midnight. That makes more "alone time" for me to look at my big selection of porn magazines and adult paperback books – all straight porn. That’s right, no Gay porn in my room. Even though I've known for years I was Gay. I don't want to be called a homo, queer, or sissy-girl by my Dad if he found Gay porn in my room. 

Dad and, me have always been good buddies. We did a lot of things together, so at least we both had that to hold on to ever since the divorce. Wouldn't want to screw that good thing up, not right now. After all, he's the only person in the world who has my back, and vice-versa. 

Last year, when I was 16, my new dream was to become a star Linebacker on my high school’s junior football team. It was groovy, man. I was around guys who were like me. and, we had a lot of fun, smoked a lot of pot, told dirty stories about fuckin' girls. Yeah, my team members and, me were tight, and we got together to party every weekend or whenever we could. 

Linebackers gotta build muscles, and be strong enough to get most of the players on defense lined up correctly, as well as stopping the run and the pass. And, I'm gonna be the best damn Linebacker ever on our senior team. After nine months of pumping iron, these muscles are pretty damn big and I'm ready to do my job on the senior team. 

After I graduate from High School, I'll get the hell out of this dead town and move to Houston. I've heard of the Montrose area where lots of Gays live or just hangout. I hope I'll be able to attract some hunky dudes, just wait and see. I gotta get out of here. Plainview is Fucks-view. There's nothing around here but Denny Jean's Honey Bacon Processing Hog Plant, and, there's Texas Tech University, 45 miles down Highway 87 in Lubbock with a whole shit load of hot young cowboys, farmers, scientists, even medical students. Some of them are the roughest-toughest young Gay men I've seen. Of course, I haven't seen too many, except those who go to the only Gay bar within hundreds of miles, called David's Warehouse. 

I've been there a few times. It's funny, I've always worn dark clothes, stood in a dark corner, worn a baseball cap to hide my long hair, and, not say a fuckin' word to anyone – you goddamn chicken. 

I saw Jim there once. He's a Tight end on our senior team. He didn't see me, but I sure as hell saw him. Ya know, he might be kinda short, but he's built with all the right stuff. I cruise him everyday in the showers and locker room. He's got a primo package of a hand,some baby face, a hairy body, thick leg muscles, extra layers of body fat, and, a beautiful bubble butt with a hairy little pussy just waitin' to be tongue fucked, by me!! He's cool, too, 'cause he smokes pot – what more could ya ask for? One day, I'm goin' to have that piece of ass, oh yeah!

Since I play sports, I’ll have access to the school gym 'til I graduate. I’m not too bad lookin'. With a stocky, muscular build, shoulder length auburn hair, long sideburns, light brown eyes, a clear complexion, 6ft high, 201 pounds, and, body hair everywhere – and, I mean everywhere, including my back, butt and, a very thick bush. 

There shouldn't be a problem gettin' some ass to fuck. and, this year I'm on the senior football team. My big problem is that the girls at school seem to think I want their pussies and tits just 'cause I’m on the team. Man, I have to play around with them, and then make up a lame story to get away from their claws. Fuck man, this is 1973, back in '69, I remember some dude saying it was "the year of the queer." I still don't know exactly what he meant. But, if that means what I guess it means that queers were more acceptable back then, by now guys should be makin' moves on me pretty soon. Oh what the fuck, for now I’m more interested in spending time in the gym and, locker room so I can get glimpses of the C-triple-B's: Cock Balls & Bubble Butts. 

My hippy Sorcerer friend, Xander, has taught me that a man’s taste has gotta be what's natural for him. Gay men are the same most everywhere and throughout the history of mankind. I've got a lot to learn from him before I hit the road to Montrose. I kinda don't think he's very cool about me leavin', but man, I have to get out of here.

 

All right, enough bullshit. Time to get out my porn magazines and jerk off to those pictures of big cocks screwing pussies …yuk! …whatever! ...just as long I get to fantasize about these studs fuckin' my mouth and, shootin' loads of hot, white cum in my mouth! Oh man, I can't wait to shoot my load in my hand, and, lick it up. 

Xander's been kinda teachin' me some really weird crap to follow when doin' certain stuff. and, if I don't do what he says, he'll pretty much cut me loose from gettin' free shit like his Red Devil weed, beer and, tequila shots, and, the best of all are exchangin' blow jobs.

Here's a ritual I gotta go through before each jerk-off session that he demands I do to learn a "Command, For Sex Incantation":

First, I light two purple, unscented candles, one on the right side of me, then on my left side. A talisman that will be used throughout the incantation must be kept soaked in a special elixir of a secret combination of human glandular oils.

Second, I will say my incantation to summon my intended love partner. Let's say, Mike, yeah, why not. Who knows, maybe this time it might work. Okay, here we go!:

“By the command, of these magical words of Lilibin, 

Hear me, obey me!"

"Rwy'n gorchymyn eich ufudd-dod i'm dyhead rhywiol;

Yr wyf yn eich galw, Ganymede, ein duw dyn-ar-ddyn rhyw a chariad, ac fel y cytser Aquarius

"I adjure you by your powers and, my talisman in my right hand, and, the places upon which you dwell and, your names that in the way that I will take you!

"Place you at the door and the path of Mike, son of Lee O'Connor!

You will take his heart, his mind, you will master his whole body!

If he stands you will not let him stand!

If he sits you will not let him sit!

If he sleeps you will not let him sleep!

 

"He will seek after me,

Garrett, son of Howard Owenab! 

From village to village,

From city to city,

From field to field,

From land, to land,!

Until he comes to me and, he subjects himself beneath my feet!

"His hands filled with all good things, until I fulfilled with him the desire of my heart and, the request of my soul in a good desire and, an unbreakable affection!

Now, now, quickly, quickly! 

Do my work!”

Next, ooh, wait, I'm feeling pretty damn good. It’s Xander's Incantation makin' me feel all woozy and super horny as a corndog. I got it from him at his Occult shop for a blowjob I gave him. Ha-ha-ha-ha, what's makin' me so crazy actin'? Oh yeah, that Incantation —  somebody slap my face.

Well, let me see, which magazine should I start with? Ahh yeah, “Leather Bears!”, that’s my newest addition. In fact, that's what I want to get into when I move. Xander told me about a few bars that I'll need to visit first: Mary's…Naturally, the Ripcord, Montrose Mining, The Locker, Rico's, and others. 

Oh yeah dude, this magazine is hot, your hairy bush must have a heavy man scent. I can almost smell that musky odor while deep-throating your 10-inch massive cock with my nose buried in your thick bush. Ooh! If only I could do it… 

What the fuck! I hear Mike’s Mustang in the driveway, but it’s only 9 pm, he’s way too early, …bastard! 

I’ve got to get all this shit together and put it away before he gets in my room! 

There, I did it.

Suddenly, my door starts opening, slowly. and, I'm still high as a kite on Xander's Incantation. 

I look up to see Mike just standing in the doorway, staring at me with this calmness and very dream-like gaze. 

Holy mother-fucker! The spell, it must have worked, I mean, look at the poor bastard. What should I do? Uh oh, here he comes, whata I do now? …oh man.

“Oh! Hey Mike, what’s on your mind, bro?” 

He's not answering me, he's walking over to me and, kneeling down he grabs me by the back of my head, and slowly brings my head to his face and lips.

Wow! This will be my first real kiss with the mature, hot man of my dreams! 

“Garrett, I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since we met.” He says in a deep, soft voice. 

He's now gently biting my bottom lip while drawing me even closer, planting his lips on my opened mouth. 

After a while, I slowly stop kissing him and softly whisper, "Oh, dude, I think you're going to make me cum in my jeans." 

When suddenly he reaches down between my legs and grabs my cock! I'm involuntarily flinching, but he still grabs me and says, “Don’t worry man, I like 'em small.” 

What in the hell did he mean by small? My cock's not small! It's bigger than some dudes on the football team. Small?! Oh well.

My head is spinning, my body feels hot, that's it. The urge to pounce on him is too great, so I'm doin', just gonna do it, man. 

We are madly kissin', grabbin', lickin' each other while twistin' on the floor. Then Mike lifts me in his arms and walks to his bed. 

He stops, then in a husky, primal voice while raising his eyebrows says, “Baby, you’re going to get fucked.” 

I can’t resist looking into his sexy bedroom eyes while saying, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck me hard, Daddy!"

DADDY?!

Did I just say, …DADDY?! 

Why in the hell did I say that? 

I’ve read that a million times in my books and magazines, and it sounds so corny! 

Oh well, it doesn’t seem to bother him. He's unbucklin' his belt while lowerin' his head and, buries it on my neck. 

He’s rubbin' his dark ginger bearded face from side to side while kissin' and, nibblin' on me. 

He now has his jeans down to his ankles. 

Now, I thought I'm the one who's supposed to have control over Mike by the Incantation Xander sold to me at a very reasonable price – I gave him another damn good blowjob!

and, it was goin' to be my chance to get some real pokin' in the man-pussy. But it looks like Mike’s going to be the poker, and, not me. 

Oh damn, I’ve heard this is goin' to be a real pain in the ass! Luckily, I bought some lube from Xander. And he gave me a little bottle of poppers, too. They're supposed to make everything easier and, a big rush while havin' sex. I don't get it.

Okay, he’s going for it. While he’s unbuttonin' my shirt, his hot bearded face is aggressively kissin' my now sweaty chest and, I feel his big, hard cock pressin' on my leg. This has got to be the most important thing to happen to me since the first time I blew Xander. Mike’s good at this. He’s already undressed me. 

Suddenly, he's shakin' his head, looks down at my now naked body, and, says, “Garrett, what’s happening here?” 

All of the blood rushed out of my head. Feelin' …faint, embarrassed, at a loss for words, and, just before rollin' over to die, he says,

 

“Fuck man, you’re groovy, I mean the hottest boy I’ve ever seen!”

I said to him, "I'm not a boy anymore, dude. I'm fuckin' 18 years old."

 

He's ripping off his briefs exposin' his cock, balls, and amazingly dense bush! I felt like faintin' again. What’s wrong with me, dude? I've wanted him like forever. But, I wasn't about to get fucked up my tight, virgin ass.

 

"Hold on there, young colt", he said as turnin' 'round, and, walkin' to the door, then lockin' it. 

Damn, I'd forgotten about that. Oh my fuckin' shit hole, dad would've freaked out if he walked in to see his son playin' find-the-banana in-the-tutti-frutti-bowl, yikes!

I grab the little bottle of poppers called, EX-Plode!, and, I'll follow Xander's instructions on how to take hits in the nose. 

"Oh Fuck!" 

I yell out while lookin' at Mike and, everything's spinnin'',

"I want sex like, now!"

He turns in surprise, sees me clutchin' the bottle of poppers and, walks back, grabs the EX-Plode!, takes like four hits, then he's lookin' down at me and, says,

"Getta grip on yourself Garrett, 'cause here I come. Babe, I know this is your first, and, it'll be your best time with a man", he says again in a husky, primal voice while raising his eyebrows.

 

Huh, he really has had lots of practice doin' this. Dammit, am I being played with? Ah, I don’t care 'cause the jokes on him, all I want is his cum, preferably in my mouth, but this beast is in control, and I'm his object.

In a flash, he's on top of me with all his weight pressin' down on my body, and, man it feels good. Oh wow, he's doin' his best to breastfeed me. I'm fucking tinglin' all over after takin' those poppers.

The sounds he's makin' are like a wild animal. Oh man, here he goes for my hot, hard as a rock, cock! Fuck, Xand,er's blows never felt like this, it's causin' feelin's like I want to cum so much. But not now. I need to think of somethin' to stop me from poppin' my nut.

Got it. I'll think about the old ugly coach Hursch! He teaches Health Class and is definitely a pervert who's always encouragin' any of us players to move in with him if we run away from home. And, all the time he's sayin' it, you can see a bulge in his pants of his hard-on cock. Gross! But it's workin'. I don't…

"What!! The!! Fuck!!?

Who's that openin' my door?!!" I'm screaming out, terrified it could be my Dad. 

Mike calmly replies, "Don't worry babe, it's our good friend Xander.

He then continued suckin' on my -big- cock. Not -small-, Mr. Mike. That still pisses me off.

"Xander?", I say with a weak, tremblin' voice, "Whatcha doing here bud? I mean, how do you know Mike? I thought everyone guessed he was straight?"

"He is a big straight, oh bear, my young brother. But not while he's under my Controlling Incantation, dudette", he explains in his usual hippy way of talkin'. 

"Mike's been my big bitch boy for months now, little Sunflower, just like you", he whispered in a weird way.

I feel kinda weird, also. I'm drawn to Mike's masculinity, and, at the same time, drawn to Xander's dirty mind and body – what's a dude to do?

Softly, Xander says, "Come here my little Sunflower, and give yourself to Daddy." 

I'm screamin' inside to make me stop, but I can't resist his command,. 

We're embracin' and, like there's this wild sexual yearnin' for him inside my head. Wow, now all three of us are in a knot doin' things that weren't shown in my porn magazines. 

I'm lickin' Mike's ass hole, and, deep fucking his pussy hole with my tongue! 

I like it, man. and, Xander has his big dick up my ass hole and it's not so bad. In fact, he's bangin' the hell out of my tight virgin butt and, I'm likin' it! 

"Come on Xander! fuck me harder! faster!" I'm snapping out orders like a drill sergeant.