First Time Jitters

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He was nervous. Jerry couldn’t help it as he looked down at the shelf, seeing all the different types of Condoms . Some were lubricated, some had something called spermacide included, others were labelled as being thin, transparent, sensual, ribbed and a host of other terms he found perplexing. He should know more, given he was 18, but he had led a sheltered life. Hell, sex had never been a topic in his house, and his parents had never sat him down and given him the ‘sex talk’ that others seemed to have found funny. Jerry wished he had gotten that talk, maybe it would be easier.

Even school had been less than honest. Okay, he had taken sex education classes, heard all about how he should not have sex until he was married, which would be rather hard. He liked guys, not girls and where he lived, no way could he get married, even if he wanted to. It was something he had wanted to ask, but then if he had, he’d have a lot of explaining to do, so he kept silent. Now he wished he had asked, though in all honesty he was glad he hadn’t.

He’d seen how the kids reacted to someone they thought was his way. The taunts, the catcalls, and worse. One of his classmates had shown up all battered and bruised. No one spoke to him, but you could see he was pretty bruised. The rumour was that his dad had found out about him, had heard the stories and had wailed on him. Most in school didn’t seem to care, and it was shortly after that Mark just stopped coming to school. No one knew what had happened, or if they did, they weren’t saying.

Jerry had kept under their radar, thankfully. Part of that was due to his father. He was after all the local Pastor, and no one suspected him of being that way. They figured he just had to be good, given who his dad was. Truth was, he was too damned scared to even think about reaching out to someone, though he wished he had.

That all was changed now. Here he was, thousands of miles away from home, living for the first time away from all he had grown up with. The language alone had taken him weeks to get used to. The way the others in his dorm spoke, made him blush at first, but he was now sort of used to it.

While the swearing had been an eye opener, the frank open talk about sex had floored him. He couldn’t believe half of what the others said, and yet they all seemed so open, so common about it, that it had to be true. If it was, then he had to be the only virgin in the entire College, and these were good Christian kids. After all, his parents wouldn’t send him to one of those so called ‘perverted places’ as they referred to the state run universities. Still, these kids were all brought up like him, in a family that supposedly didn’t go for sex before marriage, but most seemed to have been having sex for years.

It was perplexing, but he had no one to talk to, to ask questions of. He was a small fish in a huge ocean as he ate, slept, and did his studies alone. The group seemed to just swirl around him, ignoring him as if he wasn’t even there. That made it seem worse, but he tried to not let it get to him. It was scary enough just being in this place, let alone trying to fit in with the others. They were his age, yet seemed so much older as they talked about things he hadn’t a clue about.

It made his trip here all the more confusing. He still didn’t know why he was here, why he was even looking at Condoms . It wasn’t like he would be using any, least not the way he was acting. Though he had his dreams, his fantasies about some. Those had always been with him, but he had never dared act on any. He doubted he could, though he had to admit, he’d like to try. But with whom?

There had been the trips to the local swimming hole when he had been in High School. He had found himself hanging out there a lot in his Senior Year, enjoying the rough housing but more than that, enjoying the hard lumps most of his friends were sporting. He knew what those were, and it always amazed him at how so many always seemed to have them. It confused him, because there rarely were any girls at the swimming hole, yet most of his friends always seem excited. Least that was how he referred to it.

Seeing his friends in swim shorts, bare chested always made him blush, because it excited him. When it first began, he had no idea what it meant, though he guessed later on. It was wrong, or so his teachers always said, his parents too. Yet if it was so wrong, he wondered why his body did it? Surely his mind was stronger than some animal instinct, but obviously not. For a long time he felt like he was doing something wrong, but the more time he spent at the swimming hole, the more he began to understand that others were just as excited. They all couldn’t be perverts, could they?

Now he knew what it was, that it was natural. Yet for him, it wasn’t seeing the girls that made him get that way. It was staring at the others, the guys, that got him feeling that way. He knew it was nothing he could prevent, it was his own natural way, that maybe wasn’t the majority’s way, but it wasn’t wrong either. That was something College life had already taught him. He no longer felt so guilty about seeing a good looking male, and having his body react.

Still, as he fumbled around the shelf, picking up condom packages and reading the box, he didn’t quite understand why he had come here. Maybe it was simply that he had been walking down the street, following that long haired skate boarder. The way the guy would lean and twist around while pushing himself along on top of his skateboard had given him one of those feelings.

The young man seemed to not notice him, but he had noticed the guy. The way he would lean at times, his bum filling out those loose pants. Just the way they seemed to grow firm and all, had made him feel warm all over. Then the way his body would lean to one side, would make him wonder about what he looked like without the baggy clothes. Was he skinny with his ribs sticking out or was he fully developed?

He also wondered about other things, but he couldn’t see the front and the guy had stopped by the drugstore. He had kicked the board up and grabbed it, then walked inside. Jerry had followed him and watched as he had gone straight to this area, picked up something and headed to the cashier. Jerry noticed the box, and as the young man paid for it, and walked past him to exit, he saw him stare at him. The guy nodded, as if they knew each other, and even smiled. Somehow, that small smile, that little friendly gesture had made his body shake. He could feel the ache in his crotch, and while he smiled back, he wished he could just say something.

His eyes had moved from the young man’s face, and he saw the flat package. If the skate boarder was excited, he didn’t show it, least not in those pants. He felt a little disappointed but now found himself at the same part of the store, checking out the various Condoms .

‘Need any help?’

The voice startled him as he turned around to stare into a familiar face. It was one of the guys he had seen in his dorm common room. Jerry could feel his face starting to blush, as he tried to figure out what to say. This guy was a friend of his roommate, and he didn’t need to start any gossip. Christ, what if he had seen him staring at the skateboarder? Sweat was beading up on his forehead, and his palms were sticky as he wiped one hand on his pant leg.

‘Uh no, no thanks, just looking.’

‘Got a hot date later?’

‘Huh? Oh, no, no, just uh checking the prices out’

The man smiled, which only made Jerry more nervous. It was one of those ‘knowing’ type smiles, where the other person thought they knew what was going on, but didn’t. Strange though, he found him rather attractive, the way his blonde hair hung across his forehead, the long eye lashes fluttering a bit.

‘Your Jerry aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’

‘Thought I recognized you, I am Matt, I know Steve, he bunks with you, right?’

‘Steve, yeah he does.’

He was petrified at being discovered here. Yet at the same time he couldn’t help but look, it was as if his eyes had a will of their own. A quick glance down and he saw the little bulge, which got his heart pounding faster. He was already uncomfortable at being discovered, not it was compounded by what he saw. He quickly averted his gaze, not sure what to do.

‘Steve says your father is a Preacher in your town, that right?’

Panic was tearing at him. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say. It was odd that this guy even knew his name, let alone who is father was. It was even more upsetting to know that his roommate had talked about him. He thought no one noticed him, specially Steve. Though he had to admit, he rather liked having a roommate, even if he did snore.

‘Huh? Uh, yes, yes he is, why?’

‘Just curious, seen you around, but you never join in the bull sessions, we too boring for you?’

“No, no not at all, I uh, I mean I didn’t think I should uh, I uh…’

‘Didn’t think we’d let you in?’

‘I guess, yeah, sort of.’

‘It isn’t that way at all, everyone is welcome, maybe you’ll join us one of these times?’

It was like a gift from heaven. Maybe he wasn’t a pariah, as he had thought. Jerry also felt relieved. Matt obviously hadn’t seen him checking his package out, and he smiled to himself. He was good at picking up the terms, he thought.

‘Thanks, sure I’ll do that.’

‘Great, well I have to get back to work, sure there is nothing I can help you with?’

Jerry nodded no, afraid to say what was really on his mind. He did want help, but he doubted that Matt would give it to him, though he might give him some answers to a few burning questions he had. Then again, he didn’t want to come across as a complete idiot either. So he passed on saying anything more, afraid to trust himself to not just blurt stuff out. He worried a lot about that.

As Matt just grinned, and turned to head back to the cash counter, Jerry couldn’t help but notice his firm butt. The way they filled out the jeans so perfectly made him lick his lips. The way they were shaped, the way they moved side to side as Matt walked had interested him, in the way he was sort of getting used to.

Steve, his roommate was always walking around in a state of undress. Jerry hated that, and yet loved it too. Problem was it always got him excited, because Steve also had a nice rear end. Specially when he had nothing but those tight fitting white semi boxer shorts on. He wished he could see more, but what he saw was enough to always get his own dick hard. Though in all honesty, he rather thought Matt’s butt was nicer.

Suddenly he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. He looked up and there was Matt, once more standing in front of him. Jerry couldn’t help himself, as he looked at Matt’s front, seeing the bulge was a bit more pronounced than before. His eyes moved up towards Matt’s face, and saw he had a small little grin curling across his lips. They were thin and pale, but matched the rest of Matt’s lean angular look. The hair was still hanging down, over one eye. He also realized how piercing those eyes were, as they were fixed intently on him. Jerry felt himself squirm a bit, unsure if Matt had seen him look, there.

‘I gotta ask you something, hope you don’t mind’

Jerry felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat. What could Matt need to ask him? Had he tipped him off? Did he guess that maybe Jerry was into guys, and was about to ask? Would he answer, could he?

‘Sure, uh, what?’

‘How do you put up with Steve’s snoring?’

He hadn’t expected that one. Relief filled his mind, as he relaxed a little. He had dodged another awkward moment, he thought until he began to wonder. How did Matt know Steve snored?

‘I don’t know, I uh, I guess I just ignore it.’

‘Lucky, I can’t. I mean you don’t get the full force I suppose, but when he’s right next to you, it sure can keep you awake.’

‘I uh, I guess it would, I uh…’

‘Don’t sweat it, didn’t mean to imply you were sleeping with each other, besides, I’d know if he was.’

‘I uh, I mean, no, no we aren’t, nothing like that, I uh…’

Matt stared at him, as he stuttered and he looked down. He couldn’t help himself, he was certain that Matt had figured it out, knew that he had thought about Steve, and that maybe, though no, he couldn’t know what he was thinking, could he? Jerry glanced up to see the small smile gone, instead the eyes were staring right at him, moving up and down his shaking body. Least he thought he was shaking, as he felt like a deer caught in a pair of headlights at midnight.

‘You don’t have a hot date, do you?’

‘No’

‘You have never used a condom, have you?’

‘No’

Matt just looked at him. Jerry felt like such a child, being 18 didn’t seem to matter. He was a virgin, and that part of his secret was out now. The rest in his dorm would know it soon enough, and he could only imagine the taunts, the teasing he would endure now.

‘Uh, you had any kind of sex? I mean, anything, groping, kissing, anything like that?’

‘no’

‘shit… sorry, uh, you jerk off even?’

Jerry looked up at Matt, and saw a strange look of confusion, along with compassion. It wasn’t something he had ever seen in someone before, least not when they were talking about guys like him, virgins that is.

‘sort of, sometimes.’

Matt stared at Jerry, his eyes boring in and then suddenly he reached out and grabbed a box of Ramses Condoms . He handed them to Jerry, looked at his watch and told him to wait. He’d be off in ten minutes, and Jerry was to wait for him outside, after he paid for the Condoms .

Jerry didn’t know what to say, but he complied, feeling totally deflated. His secret was out, and it would only be a matter of time before the rest of his secret would be making the rounds around the dorm, then the entire school until eventually he’d get that call from his father or more than likely his mother. He knew his father would never speak to him, once he found out.

Time flew as he contemplated his life, his despair. Matt was out on time and he more or less followed behind him as they headed back to the University. He felt like he was going to be paraded around the dorm, as they made their way up to his floor, then to his dorm room.

Matt walked in, and Steve was sitting at his desk. Jerry walked over and sat on his bed, afraid to look at Steve, or at Matt. He heard them talking, felt Steve looking over at him, and he knew, it was beginning. The story wouldn’t take long now, to go through the whole floor, then the building. He could hear them talking about him, the whispers, the finger pointing. Tears were welling up as Matt’s feet suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up and Steve was standing next to Matt, his face not showing anger, not even amusement, just sort blank, sort of.

‘What goes on here, it stays in here, right Steve?’

‘right’

‘Jerry?’

‘I don’t.. uh.. yes, yes it stays between us’

‘okay, so you ever watched any porn? You know, sex videos?’

‘Me? No, nothing like that, I have seen the covers in some stores, but never had the nerve to uh.. you know.’

‘Magazines?’

‘One or two, why?’

Matt turned and looked at Steve. Their eyes met and Steve just nodded, taking his lead from Matt.

‘First time I ever saw two guys doing it was back in camp. It seemed funny at the time, but it turned me on, you know? Got me hard. You ever get that way? I mean when you see Steve walk around in his shorts, that get you uh, you know, hard down there?’

His face flushed and he couldn’t bear to look at Steve. His eyes were downcast as he muttered yes, not sure where Matt was heading with his questions. It felt like being before his Father, being questioned about his love for Jesus, about his devotion, and it felt strange, the way he wanted to answer, to do whatever Matt wanted, if anything.

‘It’s okay dude, I checked you out a few times too, its natural, ya know?’

Jerry stared up at Steve. He couldn’t believe it and as he heard the words, he felt suddenly at ease. Well not totally as he still felt like there was going to be a price to pay for this. Though he had to admit, it felt nice to know that someone else felt like him, and liked what he saw too. And Steve was right, it did feel natural.

‘You checked him out?’

‘Like you haven’t?’

‘I don’t sleep in the same room as him’

‘So? Besides, you know I like to look’

‘Tart’

‘Yep, but you taught me, so what does that make you?’

‘A teacher, you bitch, uh, sorry Jerry, he’s always this way’

‘I uh, I don’t…’

‘Simple, you are what some would call, a rare breed. Virgins in college aren’t that common, and well, you seem nice enough, so just like I learned by watching, maybe, you might like to have a few pointers from a couple of semi experienced guys like Steve there, and of course a more professional opinion from me? You don’t have to do anything, but, well, like Steve says, you are hot, and well… the more the merrier.’

‘More the merrier? I don’t understand, I don’t… you think I am hot? That’s good, right?’

Matt just grinned, while Steve let out a small giggle. They looked at each other, and the look that passed between them made Jerry shift himself on his bed a little. It was rather strange to watch they way they looked at each other, the way their faces would light up and how their eyes always seemed to be full of laughter, of desire even, Least it was what he thought it was, but he wasn’t certain.

‘Yeah it’s all good man. So, you ever even touched another guy? Felt his dick or anything?’

‘no’

‘wanted to, though, right?’

‘yes’

As soon as he said it, he knew it was over. Matt might say it would never leave the room, but he knew differently. It would, and his father would hear, then it would be over for him. He’d be in disgrace, all because he couldn’t control his urges. Least that would be what his father would say, if he spoke to him after finding out.

He looked up and saw both of them now standing in front of him. He couldn’t help but notice that their pants bulged, at the groin. Jerry felt himself swallow hard, as he stared at what he knew as two guys with erections. His eyes were wide open as he stared, not sure what to say or even do. They at least didn’t seem to mind him looking. His pulse suddenly shot up as he noticed Matt’s hand around his waist, and he saw him undo the button. He licked his lips, afraid of what was going to happen, yet also very excited by the thought of it.

Matt kicked off his runners, and then to Jerry’s amazement, he pushed his pants down to his ankles, stepping out of the tight fitting jeans quickly. He stood up showing his bulging erection. Jerry saw the dark outline of the long pole etched across the thin fabric of the same type of boxers as Steve wore. He gulped and looked up at Matt, then over to Steve, then back again at Matt.

There was a connection and he lowered his eyes as Matt shoved his shorts down to his knees, then his ankles. He stepped out and once more stood up, directly in front of Jerry. There in front of his eyes, was a naked cock, sticking out at him. He saw the way the head of it was a deeper purple red tone than the rest of the long shaft.

Licking his lips he just stared at the cock for several minutes. Then his eyes moved towards the two hanging sacs underneath. He saw how they hung, how the skin looked darker, tiny little hairs across them and yet as he looked at them, he wondered what it would be like to touch them, to make them jiggle. Sweat was pouring off his forehead, as he sat there staring.

Suddenly he saw Steve, kneeling down next to Matt, and watched in awe as he reached over and grabbed hold of the two balls. His eyes bulged as he watched while Steve fondled them, then brought his face forward, and took both of those eggs into his mouth. He heard the slurping sound, as the hand had reached up and was holding onto Matt’s cock. The fingers were wrapped around the pole, pushing it out of the way of Steve’s mouth.

The head moved up, and he saw Steve’s tongue flicking out, licking at the base of the pole, that was being held by his fingers. Slowly he felt himself growing hot, as Steve continued to lick at Matt’s balls, then the groin area, by the base of the stiff cock. Soft whimpering sounds came to him as he looked up to see Matt leaning back a little. His eyes were closed as his Adam’s apple bopped up and down. He was rubbing his body, his hands moving across his stomach and chest.

Looking back down, he watched as Steve now began to lick at the underside of Matt’s pole. He was feeling the ache in his own groin as Steve’s tongue ran up and along the entire throbbing pole. He could see it quiver, see it shake as Steve’s mouth moved along the long pole. He watched in awe as Steve’s tongue flicked up and around the head itself. He saw it take the white gleaming drop of fluid and heard a deep moan come from Steve as he licked hard at the head. His hands were sweating as he continued to stare, watching every move of Steve’s tongue, even seeing Matt’s hand come down to grip several strands of Steve’s hair. He looked up to see Matt peering down at Steve, seeing the look in his eyes and he smiled, enjoying the sight. He wished someone would do that to him, as he turned back to watch more of the action.

Steve had shuffled in front more, blocking some of his view, but not all. Jerry felt the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he watched the lips wrap around the head. He couldn’t believe it as he saw his head being pulled in by Matt’s hands, but no resistance from Steve was evident. He heard himself moan as he saw the head moving in, the sight of Matt’s cock disappearing into Steven’s mouth. The sounds were making his whole body tingle as he stared at the two young men.

The small tremor of Matt’s thigh muscle caught his eye, then he heard the moan. His own body was aching, his legs spread apart and open as Steve’s mouth continued to move in and out. The long shaft looking harder each time, glistening from being held deep inside of Steve’s mouth. It was something to witness, and he looked up to see Matt staring at him. There was a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were sparkling as he looked down at Jerry.

Jerry smiled back, and then lowered his eyes as he watched Steve continue to suck on Matt’s cock. He was biting his lower lip as he watched Steve’s head move faster and faster, and he felt his own hand suddenly doing the same thing. Jerry glanced down to realize that he had pulled his own cock out, that he was stroking himself off, in rhythm to Steve’s sucking. He felt suddenly terrified but as he looked up at Matt, that smile was still there, his eyes were approving, as he reached down to grab Steve’s head. Both of his hands held tightly onto Steve, as he cried out, and shot his hips forward.

He watched the muscles in Matt’s face, saw the cheeks pulling back and the brow grow furled and tight as he quickly turned his eyes back down to Matt’s crotch. His hand pumping his own cock, no longer worried about what Matt or Steve might think. He felt the lust taking over as he saw the cock being driven deep into Steve’s mouth. He swallowed hard, wishing it was his mouth, his throat as Matt cried out again.

Jerry closed his own eyes, as his body shook and shuddered. The ache in his crotch exploded and the sticky white cum was flowing between his fingers as he felt the bed lurch, felt his legs tighten and grew light headed. His body quivered and shuddered, as he cried out his own pleasure, matching the cries from Matt.

He was panting, and feeling totally drained, as he leaned back, no longer having enough strength to sit upright. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Matt looking at him, smiling. Steve was still on his knees, licking his lips with some white stuff around the corners, as he too was smiling. Both were looking at him, and Jerry realized that he had just made two new friends, friends that he had never thought he’d ever have.

Border Guard

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He stood in line, shuffling his feet when the line would move a foot or two forward. It was taking an unbelievable amount of time to get past the Custom’s entry point. Other lines had moved relatively quickly. Just his luck to get into the one line that had some picky bastard in charge.

Ken was tired. This was his first trip abroad, and was a graduation present from his skin flint Uncle. That had made this even more special, considering how tight his Uncle was with his money and his gifts. For his entire life, he never could remember getting a gift that was worth more than five bucks, and now this, a surprise present worth thousands. No explaining the peculiarities of old men, he thought as he moved forward another foot or two.

The plane had been only half full, and it was the middle of the night and he had been travelling now for over 20 hours. His entire journey so far had been in hurrying up and waiting. Plane delays at every stop, but at last he was here. The Airport itself seemed nice, though rather bare.

The Custom’s area was well lit, which bothered his eyes a bit. He had been so used to the dim lights on the plane, that it was taking some time to adjust. The only person of interest he had spotted had already passed through customs. He should have followed him and gotten into that line, but the guard at the entry had made him go to this line, the line that seemed to never move.

His eyes were bloodshot as he clutched his passport and papers in a sweaty hand. His hair was hanging down, dirty and he had that unshaven look he hated in others. Though this wasn’t a fashion statement, just a fact that he was finally growing up. He no longer had peach fuzz, but real growth that was one more sign that he was entering adulthood.

As the line began to grow shorter, he began to look around. He felt strangely uneasy seeing so many armed soldiers walking around, between the lines. It wasn’t something he was used to. It was so different than when he landed at Heathrow, and even when he had arrived at Prague’s airport. This was more, intimidating, really. Despite the late hour it didn’t seem to make the officers checking passports any less vigilant. He wondered what it must have been like, when this country had been Communist. Somehow he didn’t think it would have been any different.

Finally it was his turn, as he stepped up to the glass cubicle, where a man sat, dressed in a greenish grey uniform. He had his hat on, one of those high peaked stiff military hats that Eastern European Soldiers seemed to favour. His hair was obviously cut short, in contrast to his own longish hair. He felt nervous as the man took his Passport, studying it like it held some secret code.

His eyes were dark and menacing as he would look at the passport, then up at Ken. His nose had been broken several times, making Ken wonder if this guy was a boxer or just one of those who liked fighting. He felt very uncomfortable as the man flipped through the empty pages of the passport. There were two stamps on it, one from Britain, the other from the Czech Republic.

The questions were spat out, adding to his panic. He had no idea how to act, and he kept wiping his hand on his pant legs, afraid. Ken answered the questions, wondering why so many. The man’s stare had him nervous, and then he stood there as the man beckoned another man over. It was a young looking soldier but one who didn’t have a rifle in his hands, like the others.

They talked briefly and kept looking over at him, as he stood there. His heart was racing as he didn’t understand what this guy was up to, as the younger soldier came out of the glass booth and walked up to him.

‘You come with me, routine inspection, please…’

The young man’s tone was firm, but it didn’t seem half as menacing as the older man’s. He nodded and picked up his carry on luggage, then the pull case with his luggage. As he followed the soldier, he saw the smirk on the other man’s face. Suddenly he felt very nervous as he entered a small room. There was two chairs and a table in the centre, and that was it. No windows, no toilet even. Just a bare room, with peeling pain on the walls that made the place look like a dungeon.

The soldier pointed to the table, where he wanted Ken to put his luggage on. Lifting up the suitcases, he laid them down and looked up the young man. He too wore one of those damn peaked hats, that hid his face, made him look meaner than maybe he was. He opened each suitcase, including his carry on bag and watched as the soldier peered inside. He watched as the stranger went through his belongings, poking and moving things around to check for contraband or something.

He had no idea what was happening as he just stood there, watching. The soldier took his time and made a total mess of his luggage. Clothes were bunched and he knew most would be wrinkled by the time he got to the hotel to hang them up. Still it was rather unsettling, to see someone he didn’t know hold up a pair of his boxer shorts, peering to make sure nothing was stuffed into them. The way he ran his hands over the waistband was weird but he didn’t say a word, just watched.

Every now and then the soldier would glance up at him, as if to make sure he was keeping his distance. At last he finished and indicated Ken could close the bags. Once he did the man looked at him and told him to undress.

For several minutes he stood there until the soldier once more ordered him to undress, telling him it was ‘routine’ but it sure didn’t sound like it. He stared at the man, and then at the holster strapped to the young man’s waist. The soldier followed his gaze, and placed a hand on the top flap of the holster, as once more he ordered Ken to undress.

Feeling rather frightened, he began to slowly undress. His nerves were in knots as he took his shirt off, and laid it down over the back of the wooden chair. He bent down and took his runner’s off, then his socks. Standing back up he unbuckled his belt and then popped the button on his pants. Unzipping the pants he noticed the intense look of the young man, watching his every move. In some strange way, it felt rather exciting.

Pushing his pants to his ankles, then stepping out he reached down to pick them up. As he did, Ken noticed how the guards eyes seemed to glow. He felt a strange tingling sensation as he folded his pants and put them on the chair. The soldier shook his head, indicating he wanted them on the table. Ken complied and watched as the young man moved forward, patting them down and emptying the pockets. Everything was on the table as once more he stepped back.

‘Under garment too’ he said, and for one split second Ken thought he saw the eyes widen. It was chilly in the room but he wasn’t going to argue with a guy who had a gun. He felt rather like the first time after gym class, when all the boys were in the locker room, stripping for that first group shower. It was adding to his discomfort, because just like then, he had a boner.

He tried to make it soften, but as he pushed his boxer shorts down, he knew he wasn’t succeeding. As he pushed the shorts down, he tried to hide his erection, though he knew he was failing. Damn, why did he always put himself in these predicaments? Standing up, he felt the soldier’s eyes staring at his crotch, looking at him and he could feel a flush creeping down his face.

‘You a Jew?’

The question made him swivel around. The young man was still staring at his crotch, at his erection and he noticed him lightly licking his lips, almost as if he was enjoying the view.

‘No, what, I mean… no, no I am not’

‘You have no, what you call it? No skin there…’

As he said it, he pointed at Ken’s cock. He didn’t know what to do, as he blushed. It was strange to be asked that, and he tried to explain that many people were circumcised, though he didn’t think the soldier was understanding him. It was all odd, to be asked that question, which added to his nervousness. He also felt odd, at how the young man kept staring at him. His eyes would briefly check his face out, but always returned to stare at his cock.

‘Lean on table, I do my search now’

It was embarrassing to think that this guy was going to look up his ass. He felt strangely aroused though at the idea. The soldier wasn’t what he’d call ugly, and if he would take that damn hat off, he might find an attractive face underneath. The shadow effect did give him a sort of dangerous look, that he also found rather exciting. Odd, to think of himself being attracted to this guy, as he leaned over the table. His legs were shaking a little as he heard the harsh footsteps of the man moving closer to his exposed rectum.

He had been probed there before, but that had been for fun, not like this. Still it had the same attraction to him, which he found odd. As the man stepped in closer, he could hear him breathing, and realized that the guy seemed just as nervous as he was.

The sound of rubber being stretched made him jump. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the man putting on some rubber gloves, and he tensed up as the man came closer. His breath now wafted across the small of his back, and he tightened up even more as the young man’s hands touched him. It felt bizarre as he could feel the panic in his chest, as his own breathing became a bit laboured. His thoughts were all jumbled up because despite the panic he was feeling, the sense of fear, he also felt strangely aroused.

‘Relax please, I won’t hurt if you relax’

The words were soothing. It was said in a tone that the soldier hadn’t used before. He could feel his body slowly relax, as he exhaled, but as soon as he felt the fingers of the man prying his cheeks open, he tensed up once again. His body stiffened as he felt the touch of the finger tip against his muscle, wondering just what it was that he would do. Would he drive the finger in, or just pry him open.

He bit his lip as his question was answered by a wave of pain as the soldier inserted the finger, then pushed the tiny hole open. His legs quivered as the finger held him open, and he could feel the man’s breath against the inside of his cheeks. His body trembled as the man seemed to hesitate a moment. Then Ken felt the finger sliding in deeper.

The hole was allowed to wrap around the probing finger. He couldn’t help himself as he let out a soft moan of pleasure. The pain had been replaced as the finger slowly moved in deeper, He heard a small grunt come from behind him, as the finger wove its way inwards, twisting a little that only made him enjoy it more. His own breathing was suddenly becoming more shallow as he wiggled his butt a bit, to help take the probing finger in more.

The sweat dripping from his forehead wasn’t out of fear now, but out of pleasure. He felt his body reacting, unsure if he could stop it, unsure of what the soldier would do if he noticed his pleasure, but he couldn’t help himself. He moaned a bit louder again, as the man dug his finger in deeper. It almost lifted him upwards, as he stood up on his toes, taking the finger deep.

He couldn’t believe the feeling inside as the soldier began to pull out, then push back inwards. Each time was slow and deliberate and he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Then he felt the soldier move in closer, and while the one hand continued to fill his ass, the other moved around and began to caress his erect cock. Ken stiffened at first, then when the soldier began to hesitate, he relaxed, wanting him to continue.

His breathing was becoming more like a dog’s pants as the soldier began to grope around his crotch. The hand moved along his groin, rubbing him and teasing him too. His body began to ache as the man’s fingers reached between his thigh and groin, pulling at him, forcing his body to move back into the lodged finger inside of him.

Then the hand reached out to wrap around the base of his cock. The fingers held his erect pole tightly and began to stroke him. Ken felt the pleasure transmit itself up and down his entire body. His legs were growing numb and the throbbing drilling of his rectum by the finger was making him moan constantly. The hand stroking him didn’t take away from the entire feeling either.

Sweat was dripping down onto the table as he lifted his head upwards to stare back over his shoulder. He could see the man’s jaw, the way it was set as he concentrated on his task. His finger was moving faster, in time with the hard stroking of his other hand. Ken felt himself coming to that point, and he didn’t know what to do. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn’t control himself. The pleasure inside of his body was too much as the hand around his cock held him tighter with each stroke.

His face grew pinched as he tried desperately not to cum. The muscles in his body tightened, making the deep finger penetration the more enjoyable. He felt the man shudder as he grunted his own pleasure. The hand began to move even faster, forcing him to whimper a little. He didn’t want to scream, not sure how sound proof the little room was. Last thing he wanted was for some superior to walk in, and see him getting jerked off. He bit his lip, tasting blood as the hand around his throbbing cock became a blur. The friction was burning as his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His knees were threatening to buckle as the man’s finger dug deep inside of him.

He felt his body rear back, driving his buttocks back and he could feel the knuckles of the man wedged up into his anus. His whole body began to quiver, and his cock seemed like it was burning out of control. The ache became too much as he felt himself coming. The strange shaking of his whole body shook the small table, and the soldier’s hand seemed to be moving even faster now.

The cock head jerked between the man’s fingers and he felt his balls hitting up underneath the cock shaft. The ache was suddenly replaced by a rolling wave of electricity that shook him everywhere. His head tilted back upwards, his eyes rolled back into the sockets, his teeth bit his lips hard as he stifled his cries of joy. The legs quaked, the butt cheeks shook as he felt his milk shooting out into the soldier’s hand.

Ken shuddered as his second load came flooding out. His whole body was a mass of shaking flesh. Sweat was pouring off his forehead and his hands were white from the strain of leaning onto the table. The legs continued to quiver as the finger was pulled out and the hand moved away from his spent cock. He felt it jerk once more, knowing some small drops had dribbled off and he could hear himself. He was panting trying to catch his breath, but so too was the soldier who leaned up against him.

‘What hotel, please… ‘

Ken muttered the name, as he slowly stood up. He turned to stare at the soldier, who took his hat off and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The perfect pair of blue eyes stared at him, a smile curled around the thin pale lips. The eyes were sparkling as Ken stood there, still shaking a little.

He answered the soldier, and as he did, he glanced down to see a very large protruding bulge in the pants. He licked his lips, which the soldier noticed. As he stepped back, he spread his legs apart a little, to show Ken more of his bulging groin. Ken merely smiled as he reached around to grab his boxer shorts.

Giving Him The Bone

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Richard considered himself a placid type of guy. He went along, rather than make waves, but as he looked over at his friend, Justin, he felt the anger rising inside of him. It wasn’t fair and he had pretty well had enough of Justin’s games. Granted, Justin was hot, six foot and dark hair with matching eyes. His body was muscular, tanned and he was to die for when seen in nothing but a pair of Speedo swimwear. Still that was no excuse, and Richard simply wasn’t going to take anymore bullshit.

He had been giving Justin blow jobs for over two years. While he liked sucking him off, it wasn’t enough anymore. Justin had a body that made Richard drool. It was that perfect, and while he liked sucking his cock, he wanted to do more, he wanted to touch him, to feel him moan as he stuck his tongue down his cheeks. To taste him, as he French kissed him before grabbing his cock and sucking on it.

It was becoming boring, to have Justin show up every friggin Sunday morning, generally hung over, flop on his bed, then spread his legs, grope himself for a bit, then undo the top of the pants and look over at him. He’d smile, and pushing at his hard pole inside the jeans, he’d sort of offer himself, but only his cock.

And that had gone on for two friggin years. He had wanted so much more from him, but Justin always had an excuse. His most often used one was that getting sucked off was no big deal, anything more would make him queer, which he adamantly claimed not to be.

He had allowed it, given in, rather than fight and lose on some tasty cock, but enough with the games already. He was gay, proud of it too, and there was no way that Justin was straight. Maybe bi, but no friggin way was he 100% heterosexual. Not the way he would moan, when his dick was deep in Richard’s throat. Not when he would cry out, as his spunk would fill Richard’s mouth. That was no straight boy yelling, ‘suck it’ or ‘take it all babe’.

He had made up his mind, either Justin put out more, or no more blow jobs. Justin could find some other desperate Queen to give him head, if he wasn’t prepared to at least let Richard have some fun.

It wasn’t like he wanted much either. The idea of slipping his own cock into that tight looking ass was exciting, made him cum a few times in his dreams, it wasn’t that necessary. Sure it would be nice to hear Justin scream out as he boned his ass, driving it in deep and hard, but he could live without the drama it would create.

There was nothing worse than a closet case being boned, and then realizing how much he liked it. It could be messy, and the one thing Richard didn’t need was more drama in his life. He had enough of that from Steve.

No, he wanted to not just suck that slightly more than average cock, but to also taste his ass, to lick him and make him really squirm, before taking his cum. He wanted to make him beg for it, in some perverted way. Maybe he was being selfish, but shit, he had given the guy good blow jobs for two years, he deserved a little taste of more every now and then.

It wasn’t like he wanted to bone him, least not just now. Maybe later on, but there was so much more he wanted. He’d like to suck him off, but naked. Least that way he could maybe get off himself, maybe even spurt his jizz over that lovely flat washboard stomach that Justin was so proud of. Now that would be a good start, to see his man juice covering that perfectly flat white flesh.

Least then he’d feel like he accomplished a bit more, felt a bit more involved, instead of just a willing mouth to take the scraps of whatever Justin felt like spurting his way. Sure he was bitter, but fuck, the guy was hot and it wasn’t right. He didn’t have any troubles getting laid, so why should he not share with Richard?

Christ they had been so called friends for awhile now. It wasn’t like he had lied to him, or hidden that he was queer. Richard had been out an early age, and Justin knew it the day they first met. So what the fuck, why shouldn’t he get more than just a hot dick to lick at, to kiss and suck on?

Richard felt cheap, and it had eaten at him for two years now. But as soon as Justin showed up, he was going to change all that. The idea of having it out, of either stepping their relationship up a notch or two, or ending it didn’t really bother him. He wasn’t exactly a dork or geek. Sex wasn’t that hard for him, specially now that he had changed his hair color to Blonde, with some dark streaks in it. It fit his face perfectly. Certainly appealed to many of the hot studs at the local bar. He had many invitations to party after, and had accepted a few of them too.

That was the other thing. Justin seemed to not like to hear about his weekend, but he sure enjoyed regaling him with his exploits. Like he gave a shit about some broad that took Justin’s bone? He listened, but would Justin? No, he would always make a face, and say he was going to barf if he heard anymore about Richard’s tryst with some stud. Yet it was okay for him to detail in graphical words, how he had seduced some bitch.

He felt himself getting flushed, as his anger grew inside. There was no denying that he was right, Justin was wrong. So why had he not yet made his stand? It wasn’t like he just started thinking this way. Hell, the first time he had sucked Justin off, he had begun to dream of boning him. The way his cheeks fit his pants so perfectly, the way they showed two nice orbs of flesh in his shorts, always gave him a boner. So this wasn’t anything new.

Richard wanted to part those cheeks, to run his fingers down between them, to feel the flesh hidden by the cheeks. He wanted to smell him, as he licked at that long sensuous valley that led to the promised land, for him anyhow. He wanted to feel his fingers pry those cheeks apart, as he would put his face between them, kissing them and licking at them.

He would let his tongue run up and down, swirling around that pink hole at first, teasing it until Justin could stand it no more. Then after lots of begging, he would let his tongue run across the hole, tasting it and then teasing it more. He would swirl his tongue over it, then curling up the tip of his tongue, he would dig in, push past the tiny little hole and dig deep into the very insides of Justin.

That would make him cry out, no doubt of that. Richard felt the rise in his own crotch, as he thought about how he would move his tongue in and out of Justin’s tight hole, making him moan without a break. How he would taste him, and how his hands would hold him from moving away from his tongue. He could see the indents of his fingers on those perfect orbs now, as his fingers would dig in till they hit bone. Then he’d pull them apart, opening Justin hole up even more. Just so he could stuff his tongue further into him, to make his insides moist from his saliva.

After taking him that way, he’d maybe pull out and stick two of his fingers deep into the hole, stretching his hole even more. He’d finger him hard too, making him twist on them as he dug them in as far as possible without putting his whole hand inside. Then when Justin would cry out, begging him for more, he’d pull out, and once more dive in with his tongue. He’d lick him hard, letting him feel the raspy edge of his tongue. That would only make him squirm more, cry out more.

He really wanted him begging, but not for his tongue, or his fingers. He wanted to lick him so hard, to finger him so deep and hard, that Justin would beg him to bone him. He wanted to hear his so called straight boy pleading with him to take his cock and stuff it into his ass. Richard wanted to hear those words, to have Justin at his mercy.

Naturally he’d oblige him, but not at first. He’d make him suffer, just as he had made him suffer for these two years. He’d say no, he didn’t want to make him gay, to make him take part in what was a queer thing. All the time he’d be fingering him as he made him beg, as he told him how he couldn’t bone him, for fear of making him queer. That would please him, until Justin couldn’t take it anymore.

Then, and only then would he mount him. He’d use one of those ribbed Condoms , and for good measure maybe a French tickler as well. To get a nice stiff one to be just under the cap of his cock head. Then he’d not linger either. No softening him up, no letting him get used to the feeling of the cock next to his hole. No slowly pushing it in.

Not for Justin, not his first time. Instead he’d slide his cock down his cheeks, slapping them once or twice until his cock head was wedged firmly up against Justin’s hole. He’d make sure Justin wanted him, that he wanted to take his cock up his ass. He would agree, begging for it actually, and that would be when he’d push in.

No finesse, no gentle press until the cock head spread the hole wide enough. Just one hard thrust, that would drive his cock head past the muscles, send his cock diving deep and hard into Justin’s insides. He’d not waste time once he was in either. He’d start to pile drive him, drilling him without mercy. He’d make him squeal as he would ignore the cries. That would be exactly how he’d do, and he’d keep on driving his cock into Justin’s hole, until he himself was nearly ready to explode. Then, and only then would he slow down, to make it last longer.

He’s not let him up for as long as possible. Richard wanted him to know what it was like to be a man, to take a man deep inside. He’d pound his ass hard, then slow down to make him think it was over, but then he’d start all over again. He could do that, he had before as it was something he was good at. Richard could hold back, and take his time in ploughing an ass. Justin would be dripping from sweat by the time he was finished.

Justin’s ass would be red from the hard slapping of Richard’s body onto it as he drove his cock into the soft flesh. He would pile drive him, like a jack hammer gone out of control. Justin would know, that when it was over, that he had truly been boned. He would not get up right away either, he would be too sore.

When he did, he’d walk tenderly. His ass would hurt, long after he had left. Richard knew how to twist and turn his cock inside an ass, how to make it seem like a bloody truck had entered. Justin would feel it for days, which was what Richard wanted.

The banging on his door made him look up. It was nearly 11 and he quickly stuffed his cock back into his tight jeans. He knew that knock, it was Justin and he opened the door, grinning like an idiot as he let his friend in. Justin looked hung over, just as he had expected, and he quickly made his way to the bathroom, where he promptly threw up.

Richard stared at him, as he leaned over the toilet, spitting out the last remnants of his bile. Those firm cheeks were staring right at him, and he felt the stirring in his crotch as Justin seemed oblivious to it all. He stood up and began to wash his face. He took a look over at Richard as he splashed water on himself, then as he grabbed a towel, he stood up and stared at Richard.

‘You been thinking of boning me again, haven’t you?’

Richard just nodded, as Justin wiped himself dry and headed towards the bedroom. He pulled a pillow out and tossed it on top of another, and stretched out. He let his legs move apart, showing his bulge, and he just looked at Richard. His eyes were looking tired as he reached out and popped the button open.

‘I told you Rich, not yet, not until I am ready for that, now you gonna pout, or you gonna suck my cock?’