Accepting His Good Fortune

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He was fuming, as he sat there staring over at Ken. It was like he had suddenly become a different person in the blink of an eye. They had been sharing their lives for over two years now, and this was really their first fight. Still it wasn’t right and he’d be damned if he would be the one to give in. Ken could go fuck himself he thought, as he stared at his lover.

Ted felt his body being rigid as he looked at Ken’s own angry glare at him. Well tough, he could stare just as hard and set his head on his hands, keeping his eyes showing only his anger. Though as he looked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret inside. In all honesty it wasn’t all Ken’s fault, though he wasn’t about to say that to him. Let him stew he thought, as he let the moment replay over and over in his mind.

Ken was one of those pretty boys, and it was a good description for him. Ted still wasn’t sure what had brought them together, or why someone like Ken would even look at someone like him. Still they had enjoyed their time together, right from the start. It had been an amazing introduction for him, into the world of knowing that someone was waiting for him every night. It had been his secret desire for a long time, and then to find someone like Ken who shared that concept, well it was like he had won the lottery or something.

No mistake, Ken wasn’t ideal nor was he. Still, it didn’t really bug him too much that when they went out, it was Ken who garnered the stares, the drooling look of those who wanted what he, Ted had. In some ways it was gratifying to watch the other old farts drool when they would walk into the bar, or at some party. They all flocked around Ken, which he didn’t really mind. After all who wouldn’t want some tall blond God to be on their arm?

He had a charm, a smile that could light up an entire city if you could bottle it. The face was soft, and the lips seemed to always be moist and ready, which they were when they got home. Man could he suck a cock, and yet make it seem like you were his first. He had that kind of charm, that kind of aura that just made this fight all the more painful. Ken had been his ideal mate, the perfect addition in his life, and now he felt like it was all over. Maybe Ken was right though, maybe he did over analyse things, but damn it, he couldn’t help it.

To begin with, he wasn’t as lucky as Ken was, in the looks department. His hair was receding, and his waistline was expanding. The typical result of hitting middle age and yet Ken hadn’t seemed to mind at first. Now it was a bit different, or was it?

Thinking about it, Ken always did poke jibes at his looks, at how he enjoyed watching Ted’s belly shake when he laughed. Hell, it wasn’t that much of a belly, but now that he thought about it, Ken did make an issue of it before tonight. So why the fuck was he so upset by that and the other comments? Okay, so Ken had one of those flat washboard stomachs, so he could eat a ton of greasy food and not put on a pound. He accepted that, or did he? Maybe he was jealous, like Ken had said?

He grimaced inside, knowing it wasn’t true. He wasn’t jealous of Ken, least not because he was thin. He rather enjoyed the firm look that Ken had. The way his legs were solid and how hard they felt when wrapped around his own body, as he took Ken’s dick inside. Now that wasn’t something to be jealous of, but to enjoy, which he did each time they made love.

So Ken was wrong about that, just as he was wrong that Ted was jealous of how the others would look at him. Hell, he rather enjoyed it actually. Their so called friends could drool all they want, it was him that went home each night with Ken. He couldn’t blame them, specially when Ken was decked out. The tight jeans he wore did show off his package. So wasn’t that the idea? If only those other queens knew how that package got bigger when he would take the pants off. Man their eyes would pop out of their sockets.

Ken had a huge dick, one that he loved watching grow from being soft, to being the drilling machine that routinely ploughed his ass. God, that was a feeling he couldn’t get enough of. To have him spread his legs, then split them as he entered him, was a feeling he never tired of. It would make him scream at first, then reduce him to a quivering mass of moaning jelly. Ken knew how to fuck, and please him in ways no one ever had before. So why the fuck would he be jealous of some asshole’s comment?

Sitting there now, he felt rather stupid. After all, Calvin was notorious for being a shit disturber, and why should he believe him? Ken was right about that, and as he continued his silent staring contest, he could see that Ken was hurt by it all. Oh sure he had his tough guy look on, but he could see past that. Ken really wasn’t all that tough, though he liked to think he was. He was a teddy bear really and his eyes softened a little, as he realized how much Ken meant to him.

Calvin was just raising his normal shit, but he had hit a nerve. Ken was right too, he did worry too much when there wasn’t anything to worry about. Ken had lots of opportunities to move on, to go with others who had money, had position, but he hadn’t. He was right to point that out, to show that he did care for him. After all, why would he come home to Ted every night for the last two years, if he didn’t have feelings for Ted? It made sense, but he hadn’t wanted to see that, and that was now nagging at him.

That first time had been unreal, and he had wondered even then why Ken had come home with him. It was a thought that somehow didn’t seem to go away, despite the wild night of sex they had that first time. Hell, he could still visualize it now, the way Ken had looked as he had taken off his shirt, showing him that chiselled chest. It still looked that way, even today. His eyes had popped out as he had stared at Ken’s naked body. The way his balls hung from under the semi erect cock. They just dangled there, looking so damn full and delicious too.

Ken had only smiled and had cupped them in his hand, and sort of pushed them out a little, as if offering them to Ted. Naturally he had taken the bait, and had gotten down on his knees, right then and there, and began to kiss the leathery sac, then slowly take each one into his mouth. His tongue had licked them and he had heard Ken’s moans as he sucked on his balls. Fuck, that was one turn on and it led to him looking up, to stare into the glazed eyes of Ken.

He could see that look now, the one that made his heart skip a few beats. It really was amazing at how Ken had been transformed into something even more desirable than when he had first spied him at the bar. Now here they were, totally different look in their eyes. He felt himself grow uncomfortable as he realized that Ken wasn’t really all that wrong. He shouldn’t have let Calving get to him, but damn it all, Ken was almost 20 years his junior. It was hard to accept that someone that looked like Ken, would want him.

It didn’t make sense, wasn’t logical and yet just as Ken had said to him not more than a half hour ago, love wasn’t logical, or sensible. He was hurt when he had said that, and looking at him now, Ted could see he was still hurt. His heart ached as he realized, Ken wasn’t wrong. Love wasn’t just about the sex, though he had to admit, it sure as hell felt good each time they got it on. It was more than that, and Ken hadn’t just been around to bump and grind with him. He had been there for the other stuff too. Like when Ted had gotten the stomach flu. It was Ken who had stayed home from work, to look after him.

Looking over at Ken now, he smiled a bit, recalling how when he was beginning to feel better Ken had commented that maybe he should parade around in a nurse’s outfit, to sort of get Ted’s interest. After all, they hadn’t done anything for a few days. It had made him realize that he was feeling better, as his cock had instantly sprung up when Ken had reached under his blanket to tickle him there. The smile on his face though had been amazing, making him warm all over. He had felt the love, and okay, yes they had wound up having sex, but it was worth the exhaustion he felt afterwards.

Ken had really been different then too. It wasn’t their normal sex, not wild or anything, but more tender, more sedate at first. He had sucked on his cock, slowly bringing him to a high state of arousal. The way he had licked at his cock, sucked on his balls, even touched him had been done slowly, methodically, and tenderly. No quick wham bam thank you either, though in all honesty they never were that boring.

Sex between them had always been long and very satisfying, for both of them. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had his turn on top, or in being first either. Ken never seemed to mind when Ted wanted to enter his ass. He was a willing partner, who shared his entire body with Ted, so why the fuck did he worry so much about their relationship? Why did he let Calvin or anyone for that matter, make him doubt how much Ken loved him?

As he sat there, he recalled all the past times together. How Ken would always caress his body, how his touch was always full of love and adulation. There wasn’t any hesitation when it came to having sex. Ken never once held back either, of that he was sure.

The way he would need him, to either shoot his load over Ted’s heaving chest, or deep down into his throat, was always out of desire, not duty. It wasn’t like he had to act that he wanted to share all of himself with Ted.

He sighed, his eyes lowered as he realized what an ass he was being. He loved Ken, and he knew with certainty that Ken loved him as well. It wasn’t physical as he had yelled at Ken, it was much more than that. Yes, they were physical with each other, passionate really. The way they would each touch the other, kiss deeply. It wasn’t out of just a physical need, but a spiritual one, or so he was finally beginning to accept.

Ted was aching for Ken, even now as he looked up to see Ken looking at him. He could see the hurt now, more than before and it made his heart ache too. There was no denying his feelings, or those that Ken held for him. Slowly he stood up from the chair and stepped over to sit next to Ken.

He put his arm around the younger man, feeling a slight tingle inside as his body touched Ken’s. The attraction was stronger than ever, as Ken put his head on Ted’s shoulder. As he felt Ken’s head on his shoulder, he whispered his apology, telling him how much he really did love and trust Ken. It was the truth too, as he felt the young man cling to him, wrapping his own arms around his body.

The fight was over, and he felt changed too. Ted no longer felt like there was something he needed to find out, to wring out of his lover as he held him tightly. He was in love, screw the rest because at last, he felt complete. He lifted up Ken’s face to stare at him. Smiling he bent his own head down and kissed his lover on the lips, then wiped away the few tears around the corner of the eyes.

Ken smiled up at him, as they looked into each other’s faces. Time somehow, was stilled, as they looked deep into each other’s very soul. Ken smiled and stood up, his hand outstretched towards Ted, and with that glint back in his eyes, Ted accepted the hand and stood up.

As he was about to once more apologize, Ted reached up with his fingers, to place them on Ted’s lips, to stop him from speaking. It was suddenly like it was all over as he led Ted back towards the bedroom. The fight was over, now came the making up. Ted felt his cock stiffen, as he followed behind Ken, admiring the nice firm cheeks of his lover.

He was drooling, just like all the others did when they stared at Ken, but as he followed him into their bedroom, he smiled, wiping his drool from his lips. They can drool all they want, he thought, he was the one who got the ultimate prize, Ken.

After Hours Service

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Dean was fuming as he climbed into the cab of the tow truck. He had just finished paying nearly a grand to some blood sucker mechanic outfit to fix his car, and here he was, about to spend over a hundred more bucks to tow his car back to the asswipe. Man would that guy get a piece of his mind, if he was there.

Hell he didn’t care who was there, they’d catch it for sure as the truck began its trip back to the garage with his car tagging along behind like some wounded beast. He hated cars and when he had called the garage to tell them he was on his way back, he had some moron telling him that all the mechanics had already left for the day.

Dean didn’t care, and told the punk who had taken his call that he better have someone there when he got there, or he’d be seeing a lawyer. In all fairness, it wasn’t his fault, but damn it, almost a thousand bucks to get some thingamajig fixed and here he was, broken down not more than a few hours later.

It took over an hour to get to the garage, and Dean was still in a foul mood. This whole car crap was putting a real dent into his plans. He had wanted to go cruising later, but hard to do without a working car, and even if it was, he wasn’t sure it would stay that way. No way did he want to have a break down in some of those cruising spots.

As the driver manoeuvred the truck, Dean could see some fair haired kid directing the driver. They were angling it so the car would go right into the open bay door, and as he looked around, he didn’t see anyone else at the garage. It made him angrier as he waited till the truck stopped, his car in the service bay.

Watching the tow truck leave he turned his attention to the young kid that had greeted him. His anger had cooled a little, and looking at the kid in his coveralls, it softened a little. Even in those baggy clothes, there was something appealing to the dirty faced young man.

Didn’t take him long to find out that the kid’s name was not Joe as the name tag indicated. He was Dillon, the son of the owner and while not a licensed mechanic, he claimed to have a good knowledge of cars. Dillon pointed out his own vehicle outside, that he had resurrected from the scrap yard which did impress Dean.

Bottom line was that he’d take a look to see what had went wrong, as his father was out enjoying some anniversary, and the other mechanics were either not home, or had their phones off. Perfect he had thought as he followed Dillon down into the grease pit, so they could examine his car from underneath. All the bays with lifts were filled with cars. Just one more annoyance as he trudged behind the kid, noticing the way his body swayed a little, sort of a swagger, more than anything.

Dillon wasn’t one of the quiet types either. He talked non stop as he peered into every nook and cranny under the motor. He reached up and touched various greasy things, that made Dean step back a little. Like just what he needed was to get coated in that slimy shit, but then as he watched Dillon, he kind of thought about how it would be to get covered by the grease that coated the young man.

In the course of the endless chatter, Dean learned that Dillon had been working on cars with his father since he was a pimply faced 11 year old. It came out that he was now 23, and that next year he would begin his actual apprenticeship. Still he felt a bit more confident about the young man, as he listened to him talk about the various cars he had rebuilt, including the latest. No doubt the kid knew some things, but would he know enough to fix whatever was wrong with his?

A peal of joy made Dean snap his head around to stare at Dillon and take a step or two closer. Talking fast and with obvious excitement, Dillon began to explain to Dean what had gone wrong, pointing here and there with emphasis. Stepping closer, Dean couldn’t help but notice the aroma of sweat and grease. In some odd way, that along with the young man’s obvious excitement, made him look a bit closer at the man.

He couldn’t help but notice how handsome his face was, how his nose jutted down and made him look rather boyish. The lips were bit pale, and thin. The eyes were a sort of green color and under his beanie cap, there was a mop of light colored hair. Not blonde really, but not dark like a brunette either. He could see there was some streaks though of highlight and the eyebrows were bit thin, which gave him a rather intelligent look.

Dillon quickly explained how the mechanic had goofed, and left some things loose when they should be tight and a whole bunch of other lingo that Dean didn’t understand. Bottom line for him was that it would take Dillon about an hour to fix, and he’d be on his way.

That was at least good news, but he was still out over $145 for the tow. Dillon was silenced by that, as he commented that all they had in the till was $35 given it was night. He genuinely seemed concerned, judging by the expression that was on his face. He looked down at his feet, and glanced up at Dean from beneath his cap, as if trying to judge something, without being noticed. His voice was rather hesitant as he tried to reassure Dean that his father would make it alright, but that wouldn’t be tonight.

Dean wasn’t happy about it, and grew a little hot. Still, it wasn’t the kid’s fault that his father wasn’t answering his phone, or had left him with any added cash either. Dillon seemed distraught over it as well but Dean couldn’t help but stare at him. There was something rather exciting about the kid, and about being under the car in a pit that reeked of gasoline, and grease.

He wasn’t happy but he let Dillon start work on fixing his car. Dean moved back a little, to watch. There was something about him that made him not want to leave, and Dillon, true to form, seemed unwilling to stop talking. He kept apologizing but that didn’t change the feeling that he was out the tow fee. It would put a crimp in his plans to hit the bar later, as his credit card was now pretty well maxed out.

Dean sort of let that out and all it got him, was a bit of silence from Dillon. After a few more minutes of silence, he watched as Dillon suddenly cursed, then wiped his forehead with his forearm. He then stepped back and undid the top of his coveralls, and wiggles his arms out of the sleeves.

He wore a t-shirt that was stained by the grease but it was a tight fitting shirt. It showed his build off a damn site better than the baggy coveralls, that Dillon now tied up around his waist. He had a rather slender waist, but his stomach was as flat as a washboard. His pecs showed through the light t-shirt as he moved back under the car, to reach up to do something.

There was no way to not notice how his arms seemed to bulge a little from the muscles and tenseness. He saw the face uplifted, the chin jutting up that actually gave him a bit of an erection. Dean lowered his eyes, taking in the upper torso and how well proportioned it was. Without even thinking, he found himself fantasizing about Dillon, wondering if the rest of him was as well laid out?

Dean hadn’t notice that the sounds of work and the grunts and groans had stopped. He was lost in thinking about what it would be like to see Dillon stripped naked, and him doing the stripping. He looked up to see Dillon staring at him, a sort of strange look on his face.

He didn’t know what to make of it, as Dillon told him it was all done, but he made no effort to climb out of the pit. Instead he kept staring, almost as if he recognized him from somewhere. In the back of his own mind, he had felt that way about Dillon as well, but only now, did it seem to be real. He coughed a bit as Dillon said he’d try to get his father again, to see what could be done about the tow fees.

Dean merely nodded as Dillon pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and Dean ignored it. His eyes were instead concentrating more on the build of Dillon’s lower frame, than he was in watching him make the call. Somehow he knew that Dillon was aware of his gaze, but he didn’t care.

Once more Dillon failed to connect and he seemed to be thinking as he stared back at Dean. Then out of the blue, his face seemed to light up a little and the eyes narrowed a bit, as if they knew him. He felt a little uncomfortable as Dillon suddenly leaned back, totally relaxed.

‘You go to Duke’s on Elm’ he seemed to shout and it took Dean by surprise. Duke’s was the local gay bar. Panic gripped him as he stared open mouthed at Dillon, then it all came to him. He had seen him before, once or twice at the bar. He looked different then, but it was the same kid and he just smiled, relaxing a little as he nodded.

‘Thought so, wasn’t sure, but now I remember you, you sit in the back, across from the door’

‘When I go there, yeah’

“Uh huh, you tried picking me up last time I was there, I remember it now’

‘Oh? I guess it wasn’t my lucky night then, I’d remember that’

‘I was with friends, so, but…’

‘But? But what?’

Dillon stared at Dean. The eyes were searching his and Dean felt a bit uncomfortable. In all honesty, he didn’t remember hitting on the guy. He recalled going there, seeing Dillon now that it was mentioned, but that was it. He did remember that he was pretty wasted, which is why it took him so long to finally click on knowing him. He shuffled his feet, staring up at Dillon now from under his own eyes, wondering where this would lead to?

‘Guess maybe I figured out how to make things right, unless…’

As he said it, Dean noticed how he was undoing the tied up coverall arms, from around his waist. He didn’t know what to say, as he continued to stare. Dillon it seemed wasn’t the bashful type either, as he was pushing the coveralls down, to reveal a pair of very faded jeans.

He kept his eyes averted from Dean’s face as he stepped out, and then stood up to look at Dean. His eyes said it all as Dean realized that it didn’t matter if he went to the bar or not, least not if what he was reading in Dillon’s face was correct. Hell, he’d have spent at least that much and without half as much enjoyment as he might experience in letting Dillon make it right.

‘And uh, just what have you thought of, that would uh, make things right?’

The smile that crossed Dillon’s face was amazing. He could feel his own body suddenly reacting in a way that normally only happened at the bar, or in the park. He was definitely interested in Dillon, and judging by that wicked smile on his face, so too was Dillon.

‘Oh, maybe seeing if what you proposed at the bar, would be uh, sufficient.’

‘And that was?’

‘Don’t you remember?’

‘Not exactly, I was a bit, uh, shall we say, loaded?’

‘Haha, that’s for sure, well you said you’d love to see just how tight my butt was, after you uh, drilled it. Remember now?’

Dean stared at Dillon, noticing how his hands rested on his hips, near the button of his pants. His eyes darted back and forth from his crotch, to Dean’s face. There was certainly no mistaking his intention, and Dean felt himself sweating a little, as his own eyes darted from Dillon’s face, to his crotch. It was an inviting package, as he licked his lips, wondering if he should or not.

Dillon seemed to sense his hesitancy, as his hands suddenly undid the top button of the jeans. He continued to just look at Dean as he pushed them down, to reveal a pair of dark boxer shorts.

Dean’s eyes lit up as he noticed the hard lump that seemed to tent the front of the boxers. He couldn’t believe how long it looked either as his own body reacted. There was no mistaking his own arousal as he let his eyes slowly move upwards, to see Dillon’s smiling face. It was all he needed as he found his own hands were already responding, but unbuttoning his pants. He couldn’t help but notice Dillon staring now at his crotch, and the look just made him feel all that more aroused.

It was bizarre, to be in a grease pit, his car looming overhead, and undressing. The place stank, but he didn’t care as he dropped his own pants, noticing how much erect Dillon’s cock seemed under the tented boxer shorts. His eyes couldn’t help but stare as Dillon bent down, and pulled something out of his jeans, and then with a wicked little grin, tossed it over towards Dean.

‘Just in case you aren’t prepared’ was all he said as Dean caught the condom package. He just smiled as he pushed his own shorts down, his hesitancy long gone. The desire for Dillon was all that mattered now.

Dillon’s eyes widened as he stared at Dean’s fully erect cock. It wasn’t exactly huge, but was a bit more than average, but judging by Dillon’s look, it was bigger than what he was used to. Dean heard him swallow and he laughed a little at the look that crossed Dillon’s face. He stared at Dillon then pointed, wanting to see just what that long tent pole looked like out from hiding.

With a smile, Dillon turned around to face Dean fully. He put his hands on the boxers, giggled a little like a school kid, and pushed the shorts down. Dean whistled as the hard jutting pole was freed and stared at his own naked body. He felt himself tighten his body, every muscle suddenly awakened by the view of the throbbing cock jutting out.

Stepping out from his shorts, Dillon moved over towards Dean. He stared closely at Dean, his eyes showing his desire. The naked body was amazing, and it made Dean shake a little, as he held tightly to the condom package.

His eyes did all the talking as he came within an inch or two of Dean’s face. He stared deeply and then ran his hand along the front of Dean’s body. His hand moved quickly down to the exposed groin, as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. A slight grimace crossed his face, as he knelt on the cold concrete floor of the pit, and then with his eyes still locked onto Dean’s face, his hand took hold of Dean’s cock.

The shot of electricity that pulsed into his body from that touch, made him shake. He stepped back a little, as he stared down into Dillon’s face. He saw him slowly grip the whole shaft, at the root, then his face turned down from Dean’s, to look right at the hard pole in his hand. With a last glance upwards, he then moved his head forward, and in a second Dean felt his whole body convulse in a spasm of pure pleasure.

Dillon sucked his cock hard, and even twisted it once or twice in his mouth as he took the whole trembling cock deep into his mouth. Dean felt the head of his cock reach down into Dillon’s throat as he moaned his pleasure out. His hands reached down to rest on Dillon’s shoulders as he sucked on the pole. In and out his mouth went and he trembled from the sensations that run up and down his body. His legs were tightening when suddenly Dillon pulled back.

The condom package was ripped open by Dillon’s teeth. In a second it was unfurled down his throbbing pole and he stared down at the working motion of the young man. He smiled at how quickly he was suited up when he felt the hard slap of Dillon’s hand over his cock. He felt a strange sensation as he stared down to see that the boy had also slathered a ton of fresh grease along his aching cock.

He stared at his coated cock, and at Dillon’s smiling face. The boy remarked that he didn’t want it to rip him apart as he stood up and turned around to show off his firm butt. He wiggled it a little, teasing him a bit as he leaned against the concrete wall. His hands were spread out as he spread his legs open wider, to show Dean the target.

He wanted to laugh as he took hold of his cock, feeling the slippery grease and he stepped closer to the young man. He saw the firm cheeks shaking a little, realizing that he wanted to loosen the boy up a bit first. He felt the heat of the young man’s body as he stepped between the outspread legs. His hand moved away from his cock, and began to prod the cheeks, pushing them apart while Dillon stared at him over his shoulder. There was no mistaking that lustful look either as he suddenly put two of his fingers together, and without any warning, rammed them deep into the small pink hole.

He heard Dillon cry out but ignored it, as he dug his fingers in and twisted them around a little. He pushed in harder hearing Dillon grunt and groan. His forehead was dripping with sweat as he pulled his fingers out, slapping the firm cheeks hard in the process. The sound echoed in the garage, as he gripped his grease coated cock. He tightened his hold near the root as he pushed the cock up at the top of the spread apart cheeks.

He slid the cock hard near the top, and made it spread apart the cheeks, moving down towards the waiting pink hole. He could hear Dillon’s heavy breathing as he waited for that moment when Dean would enter him. Dean felt his heart quickening its beat as he felt the slight pressure coming from Dillon’s pink hole. He smiled to himself as he counted to three, then he shot his hips out, driving his cock beyond the trembling muscle of Dillon’s hole.

The cry of sudden pain bounced around the garage, but before its echo had died, Dean was moving in and out of the very tight hole. His own breathing was now become shallow as he moved faster and faster with each breathe taken. His hand gripped the shaking hips of the young man, to hold him upright as he continued to drive his cock deep into the boys ass. He could hear him moaning, hear him pleading for him to go slower, but he ignored it. After all, he had asked to be drilled.

His hips moved fast, and every few thrusts he would stop with his inward push, and twist his hips around in a circular motion, twisting the long thick pole buried deep into the quivering body of the young man. Dean could feel the boy’s legs tightening, the cheeks starting to pull inwards, desperately trying to hold his pounding pole inside.

He slapped the cheeks with one hand again, and felt the body lurch a little. The head of the young man was moving from side to side, then up and down as he took the pounding, moaning constantly. Dean felt his own body shaking as he drove his cock in harder each time. He could feel his balls slapping against the boy’s flesh, the sound helping to drive him onwards.

The pain in his groin grew as his balls continued to throb. His eyes were misted by the river of sweat that was pouring down from his forehead. He felt the moment coming as he pounded the still tight fitting hole. It was making him crazy as he slapped and drove inwards harder and harder. His breathing was rapid and shallow and he felt the pain in his chest as he continued to drive his cock in and out. It was coming, the explosion and he felt himself growing feint, as he pulled his cock totally out from the shaking mounds of flesh.

Ripping the condom off his cock, he took hold of it and pulled on it just once, before his body released. All the day’s tension and frustration suddenly seemed gone, as he felt his hips shoot outwards, his hand jamming into the shaking lower back of Dillon. His cock reared back and spewed its cream in a steady stream for nearly several seconds. Dean could hear the hot cream striking all along the arched back of the young man, hear it strike the flesh and sizzle actually, or so he thought, as he let out a loud cry of release.

His whole body jerked and shook as he shot load after load of his milk against Dillon’s body. His cry continued to echo in the silent garage, mingled with the deep moan of satisfaction coming from Dillon. His hand gripped his cock, just under the head and he shook it, getting the very last drops out. He slapped the softening cock against Dillon’s cheeks, and stepped back, feeling totally exhausted.

The loud sigh from in front made him smile as Dillon slowly straightened himself up. His body was still quivering as he turned around, to look directly at Dean. He stepped back, to lean against the concrete wall, as he wiped his mouth, with the back of his hand.

‘Christ’ was all Dillon could say as his young body continued to heave. Dean smiled as he stepped back, leaning on the other side of the grease pit, his eyes slowly losing its glazed look. His chest was heaving, just as Dillon’s was and he just smiled, his eyes focused on the still stiff cock that pointed at him.

Anniversary Surprise

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Terry knew something was up. He wasn’t certain what, but he kept repeating the safe word ‘haggard’ over and over in his mind. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but the hairs on the back of his neck were already standing up, and as of yet, nothing had even happened. Lloyd had seemed normal, for him, as he had helped Terry into the sling.

First he had secured his wrists, as they went over what was allowed, and what wasn’t. Everything seemed normal, as Lloyd put his ankles into the restraints, except there was that little smile, the glint of deviousness that had first attracted Terry to the man, over a year ago now. Funny, he realized that in fact, tonight was their first year anniversary of being lovers. He felt a bit more apprehensive when Lloyd had suddenly put a blindfold over his face, and wishing him a happy anniversary.

He really hadn’t realized that tonight was one year to the day when they had first decided to become sexual with each other. It had been pretty tame sex too, considering what they were doing these days. Still, he should have remembered, but the fact that he couldn’t see anything had sort of give him the shakes. Even the routine slap on his upraised ass cheeks as the sling took his weight and let him swing freely in the air felt slightly different tonight.

His legs were spread wide, as were his arms. That was normal, but still he couldn’t get rid of the idea that something different was happening, beyond just being blindfolded. Once more he repeated the safe word, something he rarely even though about. He trusted Lloyd totally, and so far his trust hadn’t been misplaced. Sure the sex had gotten intense, but then, that was exactly what he had hoped for when hooking up with the older man. He wanted to be dominated, to be fully satisfied at the end of the night. Something Lloyd was good at doing.

Swinging there, he felt his body slowly become accustomed to the position. His head was tilted down, as he still felt the tingling of his nerves. Something was up, he could feel it as he waiting, the silence deafening to him. He wanted to cry out, to see if Lloyd was there, but he bit his lip instead. Terry knew that Lloyd was there, watching and waiting for the right moment to begin. Still he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that was taking hold. Everything had seemed normal, and yet not. No single thing stuck out as he had felt his body raised into the prone position, until Lloyd suddenly had stood in front of him, still dressed in his black t-shirt, and jeans.

The smile on his face as he brought out the blindfold was different. It gave Terry a bit of a chill, as Lloyd didn’t say a word. Still, with that evil grin on his bearded face, he tied the thick dark cloth over Terry’s eyes. He made sure that it was tight and as the darkness had descended over Terry, he felt his body grow tense. The hairs on his body were standing up in anticipation as this was a new element to their sex. One he still wasn’t sure he liked. The safe word continued to beat into his head as he heard Lloyd move away, not even touching him.

The silence was becoming unreal as he struggled a little, making a creaking sound. It was one he was well used to hearing, but that was usually while Lloyd was administering some pleasure to him, which still had yet to begin. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, as he just hung there, his legs spread wide, as was his arms. He couldn’t see anything, and he tried to decipher the different noises that seemed louder to him, than normal. He tried to place them, as he felt the nervousness taking hold.

Suddenly he felt the burning heat of something dripping onto his semi hard cock. He cried out in surprise as the heat began to cool where it first hit him, and yet continued to flow across his groin. His cock was suddenly fully erect, as he felt more of the hot liquid dripping onto the very tip of his cock. He bit his lips as he realized that hot wax was coating his cock. It was not something Lloyd usually did to him, but as the hot liquid continued to drop on his crotch, he felt himself squirming, as if to move out of the way of the hot drops. It only made them fall across his groin, as well as onto the skin of his inner thighs. He moaned as the drops splattered all over his groin, burning and yet not.

Just as suddenly as it started, it ended. He felt himself suddenly breath out, releasing his pent up fear a little. That seemed to suddenly signal his partner, as he felt two hard fingers force their way into his ass. He cried out at the hard deep thrusts of the fingers, never feeling such pain before. It was different, harder and seemed even longer as they twisted deep inside his ass. He felt the sling moving to the hard penetrating thrusts, adding to the twisting inside. Biting his lip, he began to repeat over and over in his mind the safe word, ‘haggard’.

When he felt he was about to shout the word out, the hard fingering of his hole ended. He could hear himself panting as the swinging motion slowly lessened. Christ, he thought, what was next as he still couldn’t see anything, despite the blindfold being drenched in his own sweat. His body ached, but he could feel the excitement in his loins as suddenly his head was gripped by two strong hands. He could smell himself on the fingers that were placed on one side.

It was different, he knew that as he felt his head tilted back and suddenly the feel of a hard cock was pushed across his entire face. He could smell the aroma, that special crotch scent that always got him excited, except for now. He felt fear as he realized, it wasn’t Lloyd’s cock that was being wiped across his face. It was longer, thicker even as he tried to peer out from under the blindfold. What was Lloyd up to? The safe word nearing the tip of his tongue.

Before he could think further, he was struggling to not choke. The huge cock was suddenly being shoved down his throat. He gagged as he felt it slip past his mouth, his head being held down to take it. He could feel it slide in, slowly filling his entire mouth with its girth, along with a strange scent that began to fill his nostrils. He gagged several times, but finally managed to take the huge cock deep into his throat. His body was tense, and just as he felt the prickly press of tiny curled hairs against his mouth, his ass was screaming in agony.

It was like something huge was ripping into his hole, while at the same time his mouth was being fucked by a strange cock. He felt the sling moving as he was getting it from both ends, and all he could hear was the grunts as his cock took the huge tool inside, protesting as each inch was pounded into him. He felt the panic, as he struggled to try and remember the safe word, to shout it out despite the huge thick cock inside.

Whoever was fucking his mouth suddenly stepped in closer, released his hold on his head, and began to tweak and twist at his nipples. He cried out, muffled by the hard cock in his mouth. The pain was mingling with that from his ass, and from his jaw. He was being fucked on both ends with brute force. There was no gentle easing in and out that he was used to from Lloyd, and yet despite the pain, it was beginning to feel pleasurable. His body continued to shake as it took the double pounding. The pain in his chest from the hard squeezing of his nipple only adding to the waves of pain and pleasure that was rolling through his body.

Suddenly the huge cock in his mouth was removed, as he gasped for air. His body continued to rock to the deep thrusts into his rectum, and before he could gather his wits, he had one huge ball stuffed into his mouth. He began to suck on it, out of instinct, knowing it wasn’t Lloyd’s ball either. Still it was rather exciting, despite the rising fear inside.

No words had been spoken yet, which made him sweat even more. He needed to hear Lloyd’s voice, to know it was okay, as he continued to suck on the ball. First one, then a different one were stuffed into his mouth. His cheeks felt swollen by the huge leathery sac that filled one side. The smell was different, as he tried to figure out who it was, if it was one of the few friends he had met with Lloyd, but he couldn’t concentrate.

His ass suddenly felt totally empty as the hard pounding ended. But before he could even feel relieve at that, he felt the probing begin again, and he knew this was no cock trying to work its way into his ass. The growing thickness of the probing made him realize that he was about to get fisted, but by whom? It too didn’t feel like it was Lloyds hand, as it was too thick. The grease was finding its way deeper inside his ass, as the fingers pushed inwards, twisting and turning that made him cry out in pain.

The balls were suddenly removed from his mouth, and he felt himself taking huge gulps of air, as he felt the man above him rub his chest, tweak his sore nipples. Then he cried out as something hot and burning touched his nipples. It was only for a mere second, but the surprise doubled the pain of whatever it was. His mind was in disbelief as he cried out when the second nipple felt the same burning sensation, that lasted just a split instant longer. He tried to twist away, which made the hard thrusting in his rectum hurt even more. His body was being assaulted and he felt the panic tear at his heart. His eyes were desperate to see who was doing this to him. He cried out for Lloyd but got no response.

His mind was in full panic, unable to remember that one word that would suddenly end it all, would let him stop the pain that came rolling up and down his body. He felt himself groan, desperately pleading for the man shoving his fist into him to stop. He cried, feeling the tears being soaked up by the cloth that denied him his vision. His body jerked as the fist worked deeply into his body, the muscle shrieking in protest. His mouth begging more and more for it to stop.

A hand suddenly gripped his penis. He felt it squeeze it, tightly until he winced in pain. Then the coating of wax was being ripped off, making him cry out again. With the coating of wax off, he felt the sudden warmth of a mouth covering his cock. He felt the tongue lick at his head, that made him quiver. The pain in his ass adding to the sudden pleasure. His body continued to jerk and shake as he felt his cock being expertly sucked on. His balls were aching, and just as he began to feel them sling upwards, it all stopped.

The mouth was no longer enveloping his pulsing cock. The fist was suddenly out of his ass, no longer stretching him. The room was silent, except for the creaking noise as his body slowly began to stop its swinging. He could hear himself panting, the fear still there but slowly subsiding. He smelled the fragrance of burning incense, as he called out for Lloyd, begging him to answer.

Instead he suddenly felt a burning sensation slowly move up and down the underside of his erect cock. He cried out, as it moved down over his shaking balls, and then up along the inside of his butt cheeks. It hurt and yet as it continued to move up his cheeks, he felt himself growing accustomed to the warmth. The pain wasn’t harsh, but became rather tingling as he felt his cheeks pushed apart by a pair of rough hands. The burning continued to move up and circled his open hole.

Terry cried out, as suddenly the hot burning sensation was shoved deep inside of his rectum. He shook and struggled as the pain rolled up his body. Then as it subsided, he felt his ass being probed by a finger. Then it became two fingers that moved around his hole, and they were slowly inserted inside of his quivering hole. They moved in slowly, and then out.

He was crying, still unable to remember that word, that one word that would end this pain. His body shook with his sobs, but it didn’t stop the slow in and out motion of the two fingers into his butt. Then as he felt the fingers pull out, he felt the press of a cock head against his cheeks. It was a familiar feeling, the first so far this night, and he stopped his sobbing.

He sighed, and grunted, as the familiar cock slowly entered his body. His muscles easily let the cock in, and he felt his muscles surrounding the thick shaft as it pushed in, slowly. Very slowly it made its way inside, and his body didn’t resist. He was totally relaxed, as he took the cock that he knew was Lloyd’s.

As he felt the growing press of Lloyd’s groin press up into his upraised buttocks, he cried out. Another sharp burning pain exploded on his nipples. Two hot jabs made him cry out, and as he did, the slow motion inside his ass changed. He felt the cock beginning to thrust hard and fast into his hole. It was pounding him as more of the hot burning wax was being dripped down across his heaving chest. He could feel each splatter as he could also feel each penetrating thrust inside.

He cried out again and again, as the wax found new untouched flesh to coat and burn. The grunts he heard suddenly changed. They were louder, angrier as the hot cock began to race in and out. His body swung hard in the sling, the wax dripping where ever his body was. It followed him it seemed as the hard cock inside stretched him and twisted inside. He felt and heard the hard slap of flesh on flesh as the cock dove deeper with each thrust. His own cock was once more feeling the hot sting of wax and he didn’t care. His balls were aching too much as the cock in his ass was being rocketed in and out.

The cry of release was familiar. It was Lloyd’s voice crying out, as he felt the cock inside of him jerking and shaking. His own cock was threatening to explode as well as he felt now the cock being pulled out. The sound of a condom being ripped off echoed in his ears as he felt the first splash of his friend’s cum strike his balls. It was hot and sticky as more of the milk came spurting out over his own throbbing cock and groin. He felt himself crying out too, as more of Lloyd’s cum splattered across his body. Then he felt the hot tip of the cock being pushed along his butt. The head pushing along just where his groin met the crack of his cheeks.

Before he could say anything, he felt a mouth close over his own throbbing pole. He felt the lips grip his own burning flesh and move up and down. The ache inside grew quickly and Terry felt the blood leaving his limbs as it rushed to the aching cock. He heard himself cry out now, as his body finally reached its climax.

He couldn’t hold onto it any longer. His balls were slung upwards, and the hot milk inside exploded outwards, deep down into the throat of whoever was sucking on his cock. He didn’t care as he bucked in the sling, letting his cock push upwards, as it released his load of cum.

As he fell backwards, letting the sling take his entire weight, he could hear the panting. The heaving of his own chest made him sway a little, as he listened to his own panting mingling with that of someone else. He didn’t know if it was Lloyd or the other person, as he lay there, wondering what would happen next.

Terry felt the blindfold being undone, and as it slid off his face, he blinked several times. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself staring up at the peering face of Lloyd. He saw him smiling down at him, and he began to smile back, when it dawned on him. Lloyd was still fully clothed. His eyes widened as Lloyd wished him a happy anniversary, and stood aside to let him see two naked men behind. He couldn’t make out much, except the two stiff cocks pointing at him.

His heart froze, as he heard Lloyd speak to him. Telling him, that now that the introductions were over, it was time to get down to it. As he said it, Terry saw one man begin to walk closer, and he noticed the dark color of the man’s skin. He also noticed how huge the cock was, long and thick and in his head, he heard his mind repeating the one word, ‘haggard’ over and over again as the huge black cock came closer and closer.