The Driving Lesson

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tory felt like a first class dufus. Here he was, 18 years old and only now finally learning how to drive. As he listened to his instructor explaining the very basics, he couldn’t help but wonder what the guy must think of him. A guy just learning when most guys were busting a gut to get behind a wheel before they were weaned even. Least that is how his father made it sound.

Course his father was always pushing him, making him feel like he was less than most males. He couldn’t help it, he was one of those old fashioned dinosaurs that thought women cooked, looked after the kids, and nothing else. Men were the one’s responsible for earning the income, and working in the back on a car or other supposed manly stuff like watching football every Sunday, Baseball and drinking beer.

Tory felt sorry for his dad, because he hated baseball, refused to play in Little League, and as for mechanics, he hated grease. Least that kind of grease, but he’d never tell his father that. Instead he more or less stayed out of his way, but now he had no choice. He needed to learn how to drive, if he wanted to get around campus and still come home on weekends.

Until now, he could walk from School to home. The community college he would be attending in September was too far for that, and the bus service went through some rather notorious neighbourhoods, which would only make his mom worry. So he had accepted the compromise, of learning to drive in return for his father getting him a car.

His father still muttered about how it was unnatural for a guy to not be driving at his age, but he didn’t care. His mother was happy and that was what mattered. Tory turned his attention back to what the instructor was telling him, making him feel even more like an idiot than his father ever did. Though he had to admit, the guy was rather cute, in a macabre sense.

The instructor, Danny, was a recently discharged Marine. He still wore his hair in that military nearly shaved style. His eyes had a steely look to them that made him feel frightened at times. It was almost as if he would lash out and smack him if he screwed up. Yet at the same time, he was lean, and obviously in good shape.

There was a hint of mystery to him too, which rather attracted Tory to him. He talked loud, which was probably a result of his Marine training. Yet unlike other soldiers he had met, Danny sported no tattoos over his arms. They just bulged and at first, Tory wondered what it would be like to be wrapped up between those biceps. He felt that maybe he’d be crushed to death by them, but what a way to go he had mused. Though he never thought he’d ever have a chance to find out. He rather enjoyed breathing.

As he listened to Danny lecture him on the importance of being aware of his surroundings, of always checking his mirrors and over his shoulder, he felt oddly attracted to him. Danny seemed so lonely, so distant that Tory wondered what it was that had made him leave the Marines, and take this rather menial job on. After all, he supposedly had mechanical skills, learned while serving, and he had been abroad. Afghanistan he had heard, but Danny seemed to not want to speak much about any of his service.

He felt the eyes on him, and he turned his head to find Danny staring at him. The Marine quickly averted his eyes, something he always did when caught staring, which only made Tory’s heart quicken a bit. His imagination always took over then, too. He found himself thinking more and more about Danny in a way he was certain would get him laid out flat, and not from desire either.

The guy had that look, that swagger, that told others to not mess with him. He was definitely not a talker, unless it was giving instructions, still in some small way Tory felt he was bonding with him. He even was interested when Danny had explained the basic maintenance rules of a car, of checking the oil, tire pressure, and yes, gas gauge. He felt insulted a little at that reminder, but the look he got, quickly erased his smart ass retort out of his mind.

Tory listened until finally came the moment to turn the key, to begin learning how to control the mechanical monster around him. He had always feared that moment, but the presence of Danny seemed to calm those fears, at least enough for him to turn the ignition on.

The sound startled him a little. He jerked a bit and noticed the thin little smile cross Danny’s face. It was perhaps the first real sign of emotion he had seen in his short time with Danny. He had a nice smile, and it made him smile. The next step of putting the car into gear ended that momentary pleasure. The car lurched as he put it in gear, and his foot jerked too. Unfortunately it was on the accelerator, and the car lurched forward, making Danny bark at him to stop.

He panicked, and instead of moving his foot over to the brake, he pressed down. When he had put the car in gear, he had managed to not move it done to the D, but instead had it in reverse as he felt it race backwards, sweat dripping from his forehead as the car suddenly stopped. The sound of metal crunching made his hands grip the wheel tight, until they were white from the strain.

Danny reached over, and turned the ignition off. As he did, Tory felt his arm brush against his chest, and he felt aroused. He couldn’t understand it, his first lesson and he had smashed the car up but he was feeling horny instead. Made no sense and the look from Danny didn’t help either. He said nothing as his arm lay across Tory’s stomach, then it moved away and he got out of the car, Tory following and together they approached the rear of the car from opposite ends.

He stared at the crumbled fender, noting the large yellow cement pole that had stopped his first driving foray. Danny bent down, squatting on his knees as he surveyed the damage. He ran his hand along the creased bumper and then peered up at Tory. His eyes were brooding, which made Tory shiver. He muttered about being sorry, but that only seemed to make Danny angry. He glared now, as he turned away, staring at the offending bumper, as if that would make it disappear.

‘Get in the other side’ he said and Tory obeyed as he watched Danny look around, then climb into the driver’s seat. He put the car in gear and sped off, leaving the lot and heading along a side street until they finally came to a rather small house, off in a thicket of trees. Next to the house was one of those pre fabricated buildings, which is were Danny parked the car.

Danny opened the huge barn like door, then drove the car inside. Stepping out, he began to move very methodically, almost like he was on parade. He jacked the back of the car up and surveyed the damage even closer. Then he stood up, stared at Tory and told him to stand out of the way. Tory merely obeyed, unsure what was happening as he looked around the shop.

It was like being in a full service garage, all the tools and equipment. Over by the main work bench, he noticed several photographs. Walking over, he stared intently at the pictures, noticing they were mostly of other men, well two other men. In one there was the two men, and Danny. He was surprised to see Danny in the middle, his large arms around the other two, with a huge smile on his face.

The look, the smile, made Tory turn and stare back at his driving instructor, ex-Marine. He looked so different in the pictures, almost happy even, compared to the sullen look he had around Tory. It was odd to think of him being happy, the way he looked now as he watched Danny jack the car up and then reach for some tools. Danny moved a crawler up and then stripped off his shirt. It was amazing to see, and Tory felt a rise in his groin.

There were no tattoos anywhere, but a long scar ran down his side. An ugly red looking jagged line that looked like it hurt, even now, never mind when it had first happened. Danny turned and saw him staring, but ignored the look as he got onto the crawler and pushed himself under the jacked up car. He began to pound at the bumper as Tory turned to stare once more at the array of photographs.

He looked closer, noticing that one of the men was shown far more often than the other. He was shown in a tent, lying on some grass somewhere, at a gas pump even, and in a mess line. There was a picture of him standing next to a bunch of trees, that looked like the thicket that surrounded the small house. He noticed that there were other similar pictures, of the other guy, at different ages.

Each picture was aligned perfectly against the wall. Many were in plain frames, but there was one that stood out. It was a simple picture, of a grassy knoll, and a line of crosses and various tombstones. The picture was framed in a rich wood grain and off in the distance, was a flag caught flapping in a breeze. It was so peaceful looking that he couldn’t help but feel goose bumps on his arms. It was out of place, a picture of a cemetery among all those other pictures and he turned around, the sound of hammering had ended.

Danny was standing just behind him, looking at the very same picture. There was tears in his eyes and Tory felt suddenly sorry for the man. He didn’t know why, but he reached out, and touched him lightly on the arm. He felt the power of those arms, and yet he also felt something else as he looked up into the Marine’s face.

The voice was soft, yet was filled with rage and anger as Danny spoke to him, sounding distant.

‘He died from a sniper’s bullet, he never had a chance’

‘I am sorry’

‘Sorry? You don’t know the half of it. His name was Ross.’

Tory watched as Danny reached out with his hand, and lightly ran it across the photograph of the cemetery. His hand quivered as it lightly ran across the picture. He felt the emotion as he looked back at the array of pictures. Most if not all, were pictures that had one person in all of them. They were of a slender blonde, always with a grin on his face and Tory felt strangely sad as he realized they were of the man Danny called Ross.

‘I’d like to know.’

Danny dropped his hand and stared at Tory. His eyes were smouldering now, that frightened Tory. He wanted to turn and run, but he stood his ground as Danny glared. He felt the sweat beading up on his forehead as he stared back. Danny’s chest was heaving from something more than the physical work he had just done. Tory could almost feel his pain, hidden by the anger.

‘Why? Why should it matter to you?’

‘I don’t know, I just, I mean he obviously was a close friend,  you look so happy in some of those, I mean, I uh… I don’t know why, I just do’

‘Friend? No, no he was much more than that, no one has ever meant more to me, than he did. I think he felt the same, no, no I know he did.’

Tory saw the tears rolling down Danny’s face and watched in awe as the stoic Marine moved past him, to stare at the various photographs on the wall above the workbench. He watched as the man stared at each photograph, touching them with a gentleness he didn’t think was possible. It was almost as if he was remembering the actual touch of the other man.

‘I wish I had someone like that.’

Danny turned around, and stared at Tory. His eyes were piercing as they stared into his own, and Tory felt like he was being held under a microscope. He began to grow uncomfortable, yet he refused to break the eye contact. His chest was starting to heave while Danny stared at him. He couldn’t explain it, but something in the look made him feel satisfied. He just stood there, returning the look, wondering just how close Danny had been to the other guy.

The notion that it was more than just friends, just life time association made him feel rather excited. The image of Danny naked, of him touching another man, was making him horny, despite the situation he was in. He couldn’t help himself, he fond himself falling for Danny. He shifted his feet a little which broke the contact. Danny’s eyes moved downwards, and Tory knew he was being checked out.

He wasn’t exactly a virgin, and he could tell that Danny was checking, as he looked back up. The desire in his eyes told him he was right. There was no mistaking that look, and he knew he had the same eager, hungry look in his own face. He wanted Danny, and before he could think, he stepped forward, once more placing his hand on Danny’s shoulder.

There was the jolt of electricity that made him quiver. His eyes moved from checking out the very full package at Danny’s groin to the ever changing eyes. Tory saw the questioning look, the hunger, and even the fear. That sudden look, that touch was all he needed though as he moved in even closer, letting himself risk it all, for what he saw buried deep behind the eyes of the Marine. He couldn’t help but see the pain, the hurt that rested there, along with the loneliness.

‘You don’t want to do this’

‘Yes, I do’

Tory leaned forward, closing his eyes as he moved his head to one side. He moved closer, feeling Danny’s hot breath on his cheek as he let his lips brush lightly across the mouth. He pressed a little when he felt the large arms encircle his waist. Tory felt the man shake a little, then the force of his arms held him tight, squeezing the air out of his lungs, and making him fall inwards towards Danny.

He clutched him hard, and suddenly the lips he had lightly brushed were crushing back against his, and he cried a bit, from the press of the arms, but also from the force of the return kiss. His lips parted as Danny’s tongue suddenly darted into the opening. He tasted the man as the tongue dove deep into his mouth. He felt the man crush his body into his, almost lifting him up off his feet. The press of his groin into his told him how aroused the man was. The press of that hard body was hurting but he didn’t care as he began to press back, to let his body wrap around Danny’s own hard body.

The hands around his waist began to move up and down his back. They were caressing him hard, as the man kissed him deep. The lips were crushing his mouth as the man tasted every part of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel giddy as the embrace seemed to last forever. His legs were slightly numb and his ribs felt like they had been crushed into powder as Danny held him so tight.

They broke apart as Danny stepped back and stared at him. The hunger in his face was all Tory needed as he brought his own hands up to rub up against the heaving chest. He let his fingers curl around some of the matted chest hairs, twirling them and just enjoying the feel between his fingers. He moved across to trace around the firm rubbery nipples, seeing the man shudder to his touch.

His heart was racing as he leaned in and lightly took one of the firm purple colored flesh between his lips. His teeth held it lightly as his tongue licked at the tip. The soft moan grew as he then sucked the whole nipple. His lips crushed into the hot flesh, his tongue swirling around the protruding nipple, making it shake within his mouth. Danny continued to quiver as he moved away from one to the other nipple, then back again, and back to the other.

Danny’s hand was playing with his hair, then gripping it and then twisting the strands among his fingers. His breathing was becoming more rapid and the hold on Tory’s head was becoming firmer. Then he began to push, to guide the head down from his nipples to the hollow of his chest. Tory licked at the hot flesh, then kissed it as he obeyed the firm pressure on his head. He slowly lowered himself to his knees as he kissed the belly.

He felt the muscles beneath the skin shudder, and he felt his own body tremble too as he reached around with his hands, touching and rubbing the man’s sides until he came to the pants. His hands were tugging at the waistband of the pants, as he kissed the belly. The taste of fabric and the rapid breathing spurred him on.

Tory reached out, and fumbled with the button holding the pants closed. It was like he had gloves on or something as finally he managed to unbutton them. Then he struggled to get the zipper down, all the time kissing and glancing upwards. He saw Danny’s head leaning back, his nostrils flaring as he licked at the man’s belly, undoing the pants.

The aroma of the man, of stale sweat filled his own nostrils as he pushed the pants open and pushed them down the legs. He could feel the thighs shake as he let them crumbled by Danny’s ankles. He began to lick at the flesh, dragging his tongue along the edge of the shorts. The moans from above became louder as he pulled at the boxer shorts. The thick shadowy image of a long pole inside was drawing his eyes away from Danny’s face.

His own cock was straining inside as he yanked the shorts down, freeing Danny’s throbbing cock. It sprung out and hit him under the chin and his eyes bulged as he saw the size of the monster he had just unleashed. Danny’s hand was on his head, twisting his hair as he groaned now, muttering ‘yes, oh yes’ under his breath.

Tory let his mouth move down to lick at the thick bush of pubic hairs, the cock sliding up against his chin. He felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and he knew he couldn’t hold back a second longer. His hands moved down the thick thighs, feeling them quiver as he reached over, grabbing the hard thick pole steady.

He leaned back slightly onto his heels and stared at the cock in his hand. His eyes widened as he saw the tell tale sign of pre cum at the head, slowly oozing out. Glancing upwards, he saw Danny looking down at him. There was that look, that look of despair that had attracted Danny. It was no longer hidden, and he could see the hunger too, the way Danny was licking his lips and looking.

He opened his mouth, still looking upwards, then he moved in closer, feeling the cock rub up against his lowered jaw. Danny’s eyes fluttered as the cock touched Tory and Tory himself felt the shudder. His eyes closed too as he moved in, guiding the hard pole upwards to rub it along his lower lip. The wet touch of pre cum on his lower lip made him moan as his tongue flicked outwards, to gobble at the offered drops. He tasted it and then pursed his lips, to kiss the head of the cock.

The loud moan made him open his lips and slide the hard cock head into his mouth. He closed his mouth over the tip of the head, then slowly pushed the cock inwards, while also moving his head inwards towards Danny’s crotch. The huge pole inched its way inwards, his tongue licking at the underside. The moaning from above grew louder, the hands released his head as it moved in.

The cock was jerking inside his mouth, as he held it tightly between his lips, guiding it down into his throat. The taste, the smell was making him dizzy as he tried to hold the cock steady. His throat expanded just enough to let the massive pole inside and Danny began to rock. The legs were quivering as Tory began to move his head in and out, slowly tasting every inch.

The moans were growing, and he could feel the man coming close, as he sucked on the cock. His own body was in torment, still confined by his clothes but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to taste it all, to get it all and to do it now. He began to move his head faster, his one hand now releasing the cock shaft, and moving up and down the quivering thighs. His fingers pushed inside, prodding the skin as he sucked.

Sounds of slurping, of heavy breathing was too much. Danny began to cry out as his hands reached down to grip Tory’s head. The fingers were like steel bands but he didn’t care as the cock inside of his mouth began to jerk from side to side. The head was banging hard against the soft tissue of his throat and then he felt it rear back. Tory knew it was time, as he forced his throat to open even wider, as the first taste of Danny’s cum began to flood his throat.

He gagged lightly, as the hot milk came flooding out and slide down. His lips tightened around the shaking cock shaft, the heat making him think he was being burned. He held it tightly as the man above shook and shuddered. His cries of release echoed in the cavernous room which only seemed to make him tremble more.

The cum was like a raging river as it flew out of the jerking cock head. Its special scent filled the room, and made Tory suck even more. He wanted every drop as he reached up to grab the shaft, to hold it between his fingers. The body was once more arching forward, driving the cock further into his mouth as the second heavy stream of cum began to fill an already full throat. He coughed and swallowed, taking it all.

It ended fast. The panting was all he could hear as Danny slowly leaned back against the workbench. Tory let the cock gently slide out from his lips as he looked up at Danny. The man was panting but the look of sorrow was gone. Instead there was a look of affection that made Tory feel satisfied. Slowly he let himself stand up to stare directly at Danny. It was all there, written clearly over the man’s face which made Tory smile.

Danny reached out, wrapped his hand around Tory’s neck and pulled him inwards. He kissed him on the lips, tasting the dried remnants of his own milk. They kissed briefly and then Tory pulled back. He looked hard into Danny’s eyes, then reached down and pulled out his cell phone.  Danny watched as Tory pressed the buttons, then waited for someone to answer.

‘Mom? Hi, I am going to stay out tonight, so don’t hold dinner for me, I am going to a friends house so I won’t be home till Morning, Okay?’

He smiled and said good bye, as he turned towards Danny.

‘Okay if I stay the night?’

Danny’s face broke out into a large wide smile as he once more leaned forward, grabbing Tory and pulling him close.

‘Oh yeah’ he muttered as they once more began to kiss.

Straight Cock

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He had known Billy since middle school. That was some time and while Billy had gone on to work down at the local gas station, starting off as pump jockey, he was now an apprentice mechanic, and basically running the place. He, on the other hand, had gone on to community college, still studying and living at home.

Just like Billy, his family wasn’t what you would call well off, or even close. Going to community college was a hardship even, but he had worked summer’s to help build up the money so he could go. Okay he was a bookworm too, and his grades had shown it, while Billy was always off playing sports or just being a typical Jock.

How they had become friends was still a mystery to Ryan. He was rather short, didn’t like sports much, wore glasses and was queer. Billy on the other hand was a sex pervert. He had new girlfriends practically every other week back in High School, and nothing seemed to matter more to him than sex. He was also as straight as they came, or so Ryan used to think.

He glanced up at the clock, knowing that the station was closed, and that in about a half hour or so there would be a knock at his basement window, and Billy would crawl in and he would be servicing his straight friend. It was loveless in that they never kissed, fondled or anything. Billy was straight, after all, but he had this need to shoot his load, and he didn’t care to jerk himself off. He much preferred to have someone’s mouth sucking on his dick, which suited Ryan just fine, because Billy had chosen his mouth for that almost nightly chore.

Billy was tall but not exactly filled out. Even now, at the ripe old age of 20 he was just 150 pounds, but he had the look that made everyone turn to stare. He had collar length hair, slight curl to it and despite the streaks of grease, it was a golden yellow. A real blonde, with the matching blue eyes. It drove the girls nuts, least the way Billy would tell it.

Seems they loved to wrap their fingers around his hair, and play with it while he would ‘bone them’ as he called it. Still, in some ways it irked Ryan at how Billy would regale him with his exploits with every floozy that he met and took to bed.

He supposed it pissed him off because it was what he wanted to do. Ryan was not like Billy, he was a good 2 or 3 inches shorter, but outweighed Billy by at least 20 pounds. His body wasn’t lean and his belly did shake when he laughed, though he didn’t consider himself fat. Thick boned was his answer, and thinking of that, Ryan began to feel a normal ache in his ass. He wished he’d figure out how to get Billy to ‘bone him’ like he did the chicks, but it was a subject they hadn’t broached.

Billy maintained he was 100% straight. Ryan rather laughed at that, in private, because he didn’t think anyone could be straight, while having another guy sucking him off 4 out of 7 nights a week. As much as he wanted to take Billy’s eight inch cock up his ass, he also didn’t want to stop taking his sweet cum those nights that Billy graced him with his presence.

Ryan liked cum, it was that simple and while he had a few trysts in his life, a few what he called boyfriends even, none of them could give him enough cum. He liked its taste, liked how it would slide down his throat, slowly. The sticky milk was something that always made him feel satisfied, and the few times he’d been ‘boned’ by other guys, it just never was as satisfying as he had hoped. The biggest problem was that he didn’t get to taste the milk, so his relationship with Billy was never ended.

Ryan didn’t lie either. When he was seeing other’s, he told them up front that theirs wasn’t the only cock going in his mouth. One or two had objected, and never lasted beyond a few dates. He didn’t lose any sleep over them, as frankly their cum wasn’t all that tasty to begin with.

Now Billy’s milk, that was special. It had a very unique texture and taste that made him crave it. Like last summer, when Billy had gone off camping with some bimbo for ten days. He had spent the entire time tramping around, feeling unsatisfied and miserable. None of those he had tasted, ever came close to how it was after he took Billy’s cum. Mind you, when Billy came back, he had a few nights of absolute bliss, as Billy was hornier than shit. He had given Ryan a double dose of his juice, for three nights running, which had been like heaven on earth to him.

He closed his book, looking over at his alarm clock. Billy would be knocking soon and he kicked off his runners, making sure that Billy’s pillow was fluffed and ready for him. In all the years that Billy had been coming over, his parents had never said a word. His mom had commented once at why his bed spread was always covered in grease, but that had been the only time they even acknowledged that he was doing more than just sleeping in his bed.

Maybe it was strange, being over 20 and living at home, but college was his life, that and tasting Billy. Once he graduated, he’d have to think about his own place, but until then this suited him just fine. It was close for Billy who did have his own apartment, but it seemed he was never there. If he wasn’t sleeping at some girl’s place, he would pass out at Ryan’s.

Those nights were special, though not all that often. It was his chance to cuddle a little, to just lay back and admire that 8 inch cock that gave him so much pleasure. Billy always acted like he hadn’t noticed, but Ryan knew the truth. He didn’t get much sleep those nights, enjoying every possible second touching his friends cock, his balls, and just thinking of it, while gazing at it.

The nearly nightly routine was simple actually. Billy would knock on his window, and he’d let him in. He would crawl through, feet first and Ryan would help him down. It always gave him a close up view of Billy’s firm buttocks. Billy liked to show off, which was why even when he would show up at Ryan’s, he had a pair of fresh laundered jeans on. The kind that hugged the hips, and accentuated the firm flesh of the butt cheeks. It always made Ryan lick his lips, wondering what he would taste like between those cheeks.

It was something he wanted to taste. To get his mouth and tongue licking at the valley between those perfect orbs. If he tasted like his cum tasted, he’d be in hog glory. Ryan had tried to come up with a way to broach the subject, but was being careful about it. He didn’t want to piss Billy off, and at times he could be difficult. The one time when he wanted to kiss, Billy had gotten angry. He told him, in no uncertain terms, that no fag lips would touch his, after all, he was straight. Yeah, right he had thought. A straight guy showing up every night for a blow job. Still it had made him cautious, so the idea of rimming was held back a little. Though he was slowly getting Billy to talk about it, he knew it was a long way off from happening.

He could just do it, but that might or might not work. If it didn’t, well he’d lose out on tasting Billy’s jizz, maybe for some time. It wasn’t worth the risk, as he waited for the tell tale sign that Billy had arrived. Ryan stared at the window then glanced over at the alarm clock. It was getting close and while there was never a pre set time, you could almost set your clock by that rap on the window. Least for most nights, unless Billy had found some girl to ‘bone’, in which case the clock would just click on past the normal time.

Those nights were murder for Ryan. Billy wasn’t the type to phone or even acknowledge their nightly ‘dates’. He just showed up, or didn’t and that was it. Course the next night he’d be telling Ryan all about the conquest, which was always a turn off for him. He hated the notion of some nameless fish touching his Billy.

Most times Billy would say how she couldn’t suck cock worth shit, which always made Ryan grin a little, and respond with his standard, ‘what did you expect when you go to the guy next door, instead of visiting the pros at it’. Billy would laugh, saying yeah, ‘guys did give good head’ or something similar.

Ryan could feel his own excitement building as the time ticked on, drawing closer to that time. At the beginning, when this all started, Billy never wanted to be touched. He’d pull his pants down, hold his cock and let Ryan kneel in front and take it. He fucked his face, never touching him or guiding his head and the rule was simple, no touching anything. No grabbing hold of his hips, no placing his hands on his legs, or even letting go of the cock. He was to just suck the dick, that was it.

Now it was much different. Billy would crawl in, slowly to let Ryan have a good look at his ass. Then he would grin and flop down on the bed, staring up at Ryan. He’d make some comment, about wondering if Ryan wanted his treat. It was maybe his way of giving Ryan something, but when Ryan would acknowledge he wanted it, Billy would just pop the top button, lean back on the bed, and put his hands behind his head.

He’d wait for Ryan to climb up next to him, on the bed. To let him unzip his pants, then pull them off. He wore bikini type briefs as well, and Ryan would stare for a minute or two at the thick cock outlined in the thin fabric. Billy would egg him on then, and Ryan would reach up to wrap his fingers around the thin material.

Slowly, he would pull the shorts down, until they were off totally. Billy would spread his legs wide at that point, allowing Ryan to crawl up between the firm legs. He would rest his elbows next to Billy’s thighs, feeling the hot flesh. It always made him shiver a little, as he would press outwards, to sort of make like he was pushing the legs wider. Billy would oblige too, and then the fun would begin.

He would start off, running his hand over the groin, around the thick root of the cock that was always hard. He had never yet, seen Billy drop his pants, or him pull them down, when Billy’s cock wasn’t fully erect. At times, when he’d crawl in and turn around, he could spot the bulge too, knowing that Billy was already erect.

His plan of attack would change a bit. At times he’d play around the pubic hairs, other times he’d bend down and give the head a quick kiss, tasting the pre cum. Billy never said a word after he would egg Ryan on. Once Ryan stopped gazing, Billy didn’t say another word, until just before he would shoot.

Then he would let Ryan know, to be ready to take the cock and swallow his juice. At times though, Billy wouldn’t even do that. He would just let his body arch up and shoot. Most of the time Ryan could sense when he was close, and had the cock buried deep in his throat from that point on. He loved the taste, and he loved the fact that Billy could shoot a fair amount. No small dribbles from this so called straight boy. He always managed to give Ryan at least three good squirts of his milk.

That was one other reason he loved sucking his friend off. Unlike many others, Billy could cum. On those nights when he was super horny, he’s shoot his load quickly, then he would just lay there, talking as if nothing had happened. It would take maybe a half hour or bit longer before he was ready again. In that time, Ryan would carry on the conversation, while watching the cock that had given him such a good taste.

He would stare at it, seeing it lying there limp and wondering how it would feel between his fingers, how he would like to reach down and kiss it, and grope it, while it rested. Ryan would dream of waking it up, of making it once more stand tall, and then be taken deep in his throat.

When Billy felt ready, Ryan always knew. The limp cock would jerk a little, and you could see it move as blood began to rush to it, thickening it. It was at that point that Billy would signal him. Not with words, but he’d reach out with one hand and find Ryan’s head, and guide it down, towards his growing cock. Those were moments he relished.

To have Billy directing him, to be touching him, always gave him goose bumps. It also made him tremble a little, as he would then lean down and take Billy’s cock into his mouth, bringing it fully to life under the careful attention of his tongue and lips. He’d suck on it, and his fingers would now play with the dangling balls underneath, barely refilled.

Those times were truly special. Even the second time around, Billy could cum a fair amount. In all honesty, it didn’t taste any weaker either, It was just as thick, just as sweet tasting as the very first load was. He might not shoot three full loads of his cum on the second go round, usually it was just two, but damn those two were powerful and very tasty. Ryan loved it, and his hand was already groping himself, in anticipation of later. It was always after that Ryan would jerk himself off, Billy had never stayed to watch, or let him actually.

The rap on his window startled him at first, then he got a huge smile on his face as he went over to let his friend in. The huge lump in his own pants was already making him ache, but he knew he’d have it sorted out shortly, as he opened the window, and stood back, to watch those perfect cheeks fill his vision. The long legs were reaching in, and he put his hand on them to guide them to the bench underneath, then stepped back against, to just watch. His one hand pushing at his own thick cock as Billy’s butt was now inside. The firm cheeks, held tight by the faded pair of jeans.

Ryan cleared his throat, as he licked his lips. The way Billy had climbed in quickly, told Ryan that this could turn into one of those special nights. It usually did, and it would be the second time this week. He just grinned as his friend was finally inside, and while saying hello, had quickly moved towards the bed, flopping on it. His face was staring up at Ryan, as his hands undid the button to his pants. His blue eyes were sparkling as he looked at Ryan.

‘Happy Birthday’ he said, which blew Ryan away. He had completely forgotten that it was his birthday and his eyes bulged as he watched Billy reach down and undo his shirt, spreading it open to let Ryan stare at the bare chest. He didn’t know what to say as Billy just lay there, waiting. The bulge beckoning along with the heaving chest, that for the first time was open to him, inviting him to explore it.

‘Straight my ass’ he thought as he started forward, to climb up next to his friend, to enjoy his birthday present.  

Making Friends

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kaylen was a loner. He wasn’t anti social, just bashful really. It came from being raised on a farm outside of a very small town in the heart of Nebraska. His days, outside of school, had been spent working on the farm, and they were long days for him. College was supposed to be easier, but he wasn’t finding it as easy as he had hoped.

He was on the track team, least so far. He had done a lot of running back home, a release for his frustrations. Hell most of the spring time he would jog to school, rather than take the bus. It was easier for him that way, less involvement with others his age. The time spent running, that was his time. Alone with his own thoughts, his dreams were really his only companion back home.

Sure, there were the school friends, like Marcus the school’s quarterback. He had turned out to be a good friend, though no one back home would ever believe just how good. After all, football was a serious matter there, and for them to think that their star athlete liked cock, well it wouldn’t be believed. He’d be accused of trying to ruin the town if he had ever spoken of how he and Marcus would do it.

He knew Marcus had a girlfriend, knew they had sex too, but that was something he never could bring himself to do. To date a girl, to even think of having sex with one. He was gay, and he was damn sure Marcus was, though he wouldn’t admit it. Best he ever got out of him was that he liked getting his cock sucked. Didn’t have an explanation why he would also suck Kaylen’s cock, but hell he didn’t care, just as long as Marcus sucked him.

That was all over. Marcus was down in Florida somewhere, on a football scholarship no less. Kaylen hadn’t been that lucky. All he was offered was a tryout, with no guarantees. Still, it had been exciting to have even that, plus it made his parents proud. He was off to college, something not many in his neck of the woods managed.

College was not what he had expected. It wasn’t a large school, or so it had claimed. Yet to him, it was huge, as it boasted just around ten thousand students. The campus was huge, or so it seemed. Tall buildings dotted the entire landscape, with the occasional green spaces in between. The track was just an oval with bleachers, and chain link fencing. Back home it had been a paddock, but then it was football that got all the money.

The coach seemed decent enough. Already he had learned a few tricks to take a second or two off his time. It wasn’t like at home, more structure here plus they had the equipment. No sharing the weight room with the football jocks, like at home. There even was their own complex here, no shared locker rooms, showers. Slowly he was getting accustomed to the place, except for his roommate, Randy.

Randy was from New York City, and it seemed that to Randy, there was no other place in the world that could compare to the Big Apple. He was always making comparison of what he called ‘this hick place’ which sort of grated on Kaylen. To him, this was a city, because back home there couldn’t be more than two thousand people in the entire county, never mind in the town. This place was at least ten times that, not including the town.

The other problem with Randy, was that he always was talking about sex. He would always parade around in his underwear, or wrapped up in a skimpy towel. His cock was always semi erect too, something that ruined Kaylen’s concentration. Randy was hung, something that Kaylen had only dreamed of seeing.

Hell, his first naked male magazine was one he had bought at the train station on the way here. No way would he have taken that risk back home, but here he thought no one would notice. Still it had been a shock to see some of those pictures, of those rather large dicks. Marcus wasn’t small but compared to those guys in the magazine, Marcus was a runt.

His annoyance with Randy wasn’t just how he talked, or showed his body off, but he had no respect for Kaylen’s privacy. If he needed a pair of socks, he had no qualms about rummaging through Kaylen’s drawers for a pair. Same with t-shirts which really didn’t bother him that much. Sure it pissed him off that he was never asked, but when he found a dirty shirt of his, worn by Randy, the scent would always give him a boner. Randy might be obnoxious, but he was built. He had a nice looking body for a city boy. He chest was well defined, and his arms were larger than most who hadn’t been used to pitching hay or mucking out a stable every day. His legs were like small tree trunks covered in hair. Then there was his dick.

Kaylen couldn’t figure out how it was always looking like it was nearly erect. No one could be that horny, or so he thought. From the moment Randy had moved in, Kaylen had found his own cock being a lot more aroused than ever before. Sure, he had gotten lots of boners, from seeing others around, but it was nothing to how he would get it up, when Randy was around. Course, Randy was always in a state of semi undress, if not downright naked.

It was like he had no shame. Course his body was worth admiring, but no modesty at all. Kaylen still liked to get undressed in private, something that was becoming harder the more he bunked with Randy. The guy never seemed to be anywhere but in the dorm room. He was always either going out or coming in, needing to change from one set of clothes to something fresh. Hence his constant state of near nudity.

Times like that, were becoming uncomfortable for Kaylen. It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing Randy undressing, it was just that it always gave him a hard on. And he still hadn’t figured out how to jerk off, without being discovered. Running to the bathroom down the hall, was not his first choice. Hell, if he could, he’d like to just strip down and stroke his cock till it shot its load, but he was afraid someone would walk in. Worse, that Randy would return and catch him.

Least back home he could always escape out to the fields, or the barn even. There were lots of places where he could lay down, pull his cock out and dream. He liked that part of it, of how he could dream of Marcus doing a lot more than just taking his cock into his mouth, or of some of his other associates. There were some hot looking guys that always stimulated Kaylen’s imagination. Here, it was like that no matter where you went, thousands of eyes were always watching you. It made him nervous.

He had put in for a single room, though his dorm advisor had doubted he’d have much luck in getting one. The enrolment was up for the year, and many of the single dorm rooms they had, were getting turned into doubles. Naturally he had asked why Kaylen wanted one. His answer didn’t seem to impress the guy, but hell he couldn’t keep running to the bathroom, and jerk off while in a tiny stall. He needed his space, needed to stretch out and let his mind dream. After all, there were a lot more guys to fantasize about here, than back at home.

Then too, there were the magazines. The way Randy kept going through his stuff, he was afraid that he might stumble onto his secret stash. Lot of good it did him though, without a place to lay down, and play with himself. It really was becoming a problem too, because he wanted to feel the thrill, to relive those times with Marcus, and not worry he was going to be walked in on, or that someone would hear his panting as he came close to climax.

Kaylen knew he’d have to do something, find a way to solve this situation, but as he headed back to his dorm, he didn’t have a clue as to how. The idea of his own room had been a desperate shot, that he doubted would come about. Still it was a hope, even though he supposed he could talk to Randy, but then that seemed as unlikely. There was something about Randy that just made him clam up when around him.

Walking in, he didn’t seem to notice that the door had been unlocked. He was still trying to think of how he could maybe talk to Randy, without blowing his cover. Not like he could just walk in and ask Randy to give him privacy, while he jerked off. Like that would go over really big, and as he closed his dorm door, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up.

Turning around he saw his roommate, stretched out on his bed, flipping through a magazine. His heart seemed to suddenly race as he also noted that as usual, Randy was not fully dressed. His bare back was towards him, and he could see the magazine off to one side. He also noticed the heavy breathing as he stared at Randy.

The dark curly mob of hair suddenly leaned back and turned to stare at him. Randy’s eyes were a bit glazed over, and for a second Kaylen thought he was on drugs, but then he recognized the look. It was the same look that Marcus got when he was concentrating on shooting his load. Kaylen’s eyes then moved away from the gazed look, to see that Randy had his cock out of his shorts, that his large fist was tightly holding the shaft, and that the head of the cock was sticking out, purple and angry looking.

His eyes stared at the image, then he noticed the magazine. It was one of his, and his heart really began to race as he swallowed hard, unsure what was happening. He coughed and Randy suddenly leaned back on Kaylen’s bed, his eyes glancing up at Kaylen. The lips were tightly closed and his fist released its hold. Kaylen couldn’t help but notice how thick the cock was, and how stiff it was. It just seemed to stand straight up out of a dark patch of pubic hairs, a slight quiver to it, as it just stood there.

Licking his lips he felt the rising panic in his chest. Randy had found his magazines, yet he was apparently jerking off to one. That didn’t seem possible, but he could see the proof in front of him. He also could feel the eyes boring into him as Randy just lay there, his hand now laying across his flat stomach.

Kaylen finally managed to tear his eyes away from the hard stiff cock and look at Randy. He stared into his eyes, that then seemed to break the contact. He watched as Randy’s head tilted down a little, the eyes dragging Kaylen’s own eyes to follow. He looked as Randy began to rub his belly, and stare at his own erection, then they moved back to look up at Kaylen. His face started to smile, not a grin, but a rather warm inviting smile. Then again the eyes moved away, to look at the stiff cock. The hands now were placed around the wavering pole, the fingers spread out, almost like they were holding the cock up.

He heard the soft sigh, and once more felt the eyes holding contact with him. The warm smile didn’t change, and the eyes suddenly glanced back at the cock, and then up at Kaylen. He could feel himself breaking out into a sweat, as he also found himself slowly walking further in, to now stand next to his own bed, to look right at Randy.

Kaylen’s eyes opened wider as Randy reached out with one hand, to grip the base of the stiff cock, and he twisted it slightly so it pointed right at Kaylen. He looked over at Randy, saw the smile grow a bit, and radiate its warmth to him. He felt like Randy was offering it to him, and he found himself slowly leaning down, his legs buckling as he knelt on the floor, his face now level with the hard cock. His eyes glanced over at Randy, saw the hid nod and look away and over to the where Kaylen was looking.

He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what to say or even if he could speak. His head was moving forward, his hands were resting on the bed, next to Randy’s body. He could feel the heat radiating from the naked flesh. It was like being hypnotized, or held powerless by some stare. The stiff cock seemed to beckon him, and he was unable to resist it.

Kaylen’s head moved closer and he could smell Randy’s scent. The cologne he used was there, but so too was his body aroma. It was filling his lungs, making his nostrils flare as he grew closer, the hard cock head looming larger with each passing second. His lips felt dry, his throat felt hoarse as he reached out with one hand, to gingerly touch Randy’s hand, the one around the base of the cock. It was strange to touch him, and Randy didn’t flinch or anything. As Kaylen’s hand came closer, Randy pulled his hand slowly away, letting Kaylen’s own fingers wrap around the base of the throbbing pole.

His heart was pounding as he first felt the touch of his finger tips against the cock. He licked his lips and stared over at Randy. The look, the glazed look in the eyes, only made him quiver as he let his fingers close harder around the cock. Turning back he stared at the flesh, felt his hand slowly move up from the base, towards the glistening cock head. Kaylen could see the whitish liquid beginning to ooze from the tip, as he moved his hand very slowly up and over that dripping head.

The feel of the precum on his hand, as it moved over and then back down the shaft, made him tremble. His nerves were tingling as he began to move his hand a bit faster. He felt the blood running through the veins as his hand moved up and down and over the hard cock. His knees were hurting a little but he ignored that pain, and that which was coming from his chest. He just kept staring, as he slowly began to stroke the cock, to jerk it off.

The touch of Randy’s hand on his arm startled him. His hand began to unclench the cock, but was stopped by Randy’s other hand, which put it back onto the throbbing pole. Kaylen stared over at Randy, saw the glint in the eyes, the look that he recognized.

‘suck it’ the voice whispered and Kaylen turned away to look at the cock. His head moved closer, his eyes glancing quickly over at Randy, who merely nodded. He had heard him right, and he closed his eyes as he saw the cock head rising up towards his mouth.

The salty taste filled his mouth as his lips wrapped around the burning cock head. His body quivered as he tasted Randy’s pre cum, and began to slowly lower his mouth over the entire cock. It was different than when he had first tasted Marcus’ dick, and he felt his whole body shudder as the head slowly began to fill his mouth. He could feel it throbbing, as he relaxed his throat muscles, to ease the cock downwards. His mouth was holding tight as he slowly began to move up and down on the hot cock, his hands now resting on Randy’s body. One hand on his stomach, the other between the legs, feeling the full sac as he sucked on the pole.

It was amazing, the way the balls shook to his touch, the way Randy began to pant, to groan as he sucked on the cock. It was nothing like doing Marcus, it was making him feel totally aroused. The growing ache in his own crotch was heightened by the grip on his arm from Randy. He ignored it as Randy’s fingers dug deep into his arm, touching bone as his mouth pressed hard into the soft belly of Randy’s groin. He heard a long moan and now Randy’s hands were on his head, urging him on, pushing him down faster onto the throbbing cock. His eyes flickered open briefly, to see the dark pubic hairs, to see the throbbing cock.

Kaylen’s hands were probing the sac, his fingers pushing at the leathery skin, while he sucked. He could tell that Randy was close, which made him tighten his lips around the pole. He brought his head up, licking around the underside of the cock head, then he gripped the shaft tightly as he shoved his face down.

The cry came a split second before the cock in his mouth reared back and then sprung forward. The hot load of milk was almost too much, as it quickly filled his mouth. He swallowed quickly two times, to get as much down his throat as possible. It tasted so good, that he continued to hold onto the shaft, while sucking. The head banged the inside of his mouth, as a second hot spray of cum came flying out. Kaylen took it all, gobbling it all up as he held the cock, squeezing it to get every last drop out. The cries were growing less, as the cock jerked a third and final time.

He felt Randy’s body tremble as the last drops were sucked out of the slit on top of the cock. He pulled his head back, licking at the cock, and running his tongue across the head and slit. The trembles only grew more pronounced, as he let his whole mouth envelop the cock one more time, pulling back like a vacuum.

It was over, and he lifted his head up off of Randy’s cock. He rocked back on his heels and heard himself panting. He could hear Randy’s ragged breathing as well, and turned to look at him. Randy’s head had been turned towards the wall, but now it turned back to stare at Kaylen. The eyes were sparkling as his roommate from New York grinned at him.

‘I told the floor advisor we’d work out whatever was bothering you, think I am on the right track?’

Kaylen heard him, and as he listened, his own face broke out into a huge grin as he stood up. He slowly undid his pants and shoved them down his lanky body, not bothering to step out of them, as he revealed his own cock. It was rock hard as he shuffled over towards Randy’s face.

‘Could be’ was all he said as he leaned forward, placing his hands up against the wall. His hard cock was over Randy’s face and as he felt Randy’s hand reach up to grab at the base of his pole, Kaylen no longer felt like he had to worry about needing any privacy.