Making Friends

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legal Briefs

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He sat there, reading the statement over one more time, to see if he had missed anything of importance. That was his job, one he couldn’t believe he had landed. Terry had applied at Grey & Associates for an internship when he had first started the term at University, one of the more prestigious law firms in the region. To his amazement, and that of his Law Professor, he had been accepted.

Not only that, but he would work directly with George Hanratty, considered to be one of the top criminal lawyers around. It was a hands on experience others in his class would have killed for. Terry still was in disbelief, despite this being his second month working here. He was helping prepare a case, going through the reports, statements, for anything that George could use at Trial.

It wasn’t a complicated case, some street kid had been busted for possession, and for solicitation. Why George had taken the case was a mystery to him, but not his to question. He even had posted the bail for Sean, which was very odd. Course a condition of that bail was that he had to be supervised, and George had asked Terry to take on that responsibility. It was something he hadn’t been prepared for, but it was George asking. Terry was flattered and the explanation that he was single, had his own apartment in town, made it all seem logical.

Sean was one of those kids that you automatically took a second look at. There was a look to him that made you want to know him, and he could see why some might want to know more than just his name or his likes. He was a decent looking kid, though he shouldn’t call him that. Sean was actually 20 years old, though he sure as hell didn’t look like it. He looked a damn site younger.

In fact, the prosecutor in the case had originally set the case before Juvenile, until they confirmed that Sean was in fact 20 years old. He really didn’t look like your typical 20 year old. He wasn’t what you would call beefy, nor was he emaciated either. He had smooth skin, tiny tufts of peach fuzz still adorned his innocent looking face. Sean wore his hair longish, sort of what you would expect of a teenager, more than an adult. His general appearance was thin, but you could see muscles on his biceps and thighs. Not from working out, but more of a natural state. His light blue eyes and rather bleached looking hair added to the misconception of his age.

Terry had to admit, Sean was attractive. He wished they had met under different circumstances. Hell, he was worth spending cash on, which made him grimace a little. Reading through the statements, he didn’t see any way out for him, and the way this prosecutor was going, Sean might actually be facing jail time. That wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, for someone with his looks nor his vocation.

‘I am going to do time, aren’t I?’

Terry turned around to see Sean standing at his door. He saw the sad look, wanting to ease his pain, his fear, but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t give him false hope either, but it did look bleak for him.

‘Possible, but George is the best.’

‘I know, still he isn’t a miracle worker, how long you figure?’

‘Well, he does come close to that at times. I couldn’t say how long, not really. The prosecutor seems to want a lot of time for what really should never have gotten this far. The fact you had some pot on you at the time, well, that could make it worse, least in the Judge’s eye’

‘So we talking years here? I don’t know how I’ll handle that, I mean you hear a lot of stories about what it’s like inside. Not sure I can handle that, I mean I don’t mind taking it up the ass, do it for a living so you would think it wouldn’t matter, but it does. Least I decide who gets to do it.’

Terry could see tears welling up near Sean’s eyes. He felt his heart crying for the guy, because he looked so vulnerable. He was matter of fact in how he spoke, but you could sense the fear behind the words. Sean might talk big, but in so many ways he really was still a kid, despite being 20.

‘I really don’t know Sean, I really don’t. I do know that George and I are working our butts off, maybe we can get a reduced sentence, hell George has worked miracles before, and he really does want to do his best for you. So do I.’

Sean had lowered his head but he looked up at Terry as he spoke, and a sort of semi smile crossed his face as he listened to Terry trying to cheer him up. It was a rather stimulating look, and he felt a bit guilty at thinking of that, when obviously Sean was facing such a future.

‘Thanks, I know you both are doing your best, but I could be hauled off to jail tomorrow, couldn’t I?’

‘Yes, it could happen’

‘Most likely will, won’t it?’

‘Yes’

Sean stared at Terry for several minutes. Terry found it a bit uncomfortable, looking into that innocent face, seeing the fear cross it, trouble it even. He looked so vulnerable, so helpless that it made him want to just reach out and hold him tight. To comfort him.

‘I could always just take off, right now, couldn’t I?’

‘You could, but it wouldn’t be smart. They’d find you eventually, plus, well, you would hurt George. He’s on the hook for your bail’

‘He can afford it.’

‘True, but I don’t think you’d want to hurt him. Sure he can afford to lose the cash, but he put himself out for you, not just in putting up the money, but in finding you a place to stay, as well as taking on your case to begin with. You really want to show your gratitude by running?’

Sean just stared. He felt uneasy as he watched, wondering what he could do if Sean did decide to run. He could call the cops, but that wouldn’t help any. Maybe he should call George, at home and get him to come over, or at least guide him on what to do. It was scary, as he was responsible for Sean, it was his neck also on the line and while George was pretty well bullet proof on this, he wasn’t. He had no reputation, no favours to call in like George had.

‘No, I may be a hustler, a nobody, but no, I appreciate what George has done, you too. It is just, I don’t know, I feel so scared, I don’t want to go to jail, for years. Not this way.’

He breathed a sigh of relief, as he realized that Sean did have some principles. Terry wasn’t sure what he meant totally, but he felt like things were on track. Naturally he wouldn’t get any sleep as he wasn’t stupid. Sean might simply be playing him.

‘You might not, I mean George is trying, and the Judge, I mean you just never can tell, really.’

‘Nice try, but you and I both know that the Judge isn’t going to cut a fag like me any slack, specially given the circumstances. Maybe if I was living at home or something, but a street kid? Drugs on him? No, nice try but I think it’s going to be a slam dunk for that asshole prosecutor.’

‘The odds aren’t in your favour, that’s true, but you gotta still have hope. Stranger things have happened before, honest.’

‘I know, uh, can I ask a favour? I know you have done a lot for me, you and George both.’

He didn’t know what to expect. Terry could see how sincere Sean looked, but at the back of his mind he was fairly certain it was perhaps an act. Hell, if it was him, he’d be thinking of ways to get out, to run. It might be an idea to call George no matter what, just to cover his own ass. Last thing he needed was to make a mess of this, get into trouble with the cops, because of a street hustler.

‘Sure, can’t guarantee anything, but go ahead, ask away.’

Sean walked closer into the small room. He sat down on the chair next to the small table turned into a desk. He looked into Terry’s face, his eyes probing him as he thought about what to say, about how he would ask Terry whatever it was, that was on his mind.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much tonight, given all that might go down tomorrow. I know its going to seem odd, strange even, but I don’t want to be alone.’

Terry could feel Sean’s pain. The way he had said those words, the way his lower lip had trembled, all made him relax a little. He felt for him, something he didn’t think he would. After all, a good lawyer never got involved with his clients, or so they kept harping on at school.

‘You aren’t alone Sean, I am here, I’ll be in the next room, so you don’t have to worry, you won’t be alone.’

‘That isn’t what I mean Terry.’

The use of his first name made him stare harder at Sean. There was something in the eyes, beyond fear, beyond trepidation about what lay ahead. He couldn’t be sure what it was, but inside he felt strangely elated at having Sean call him by his first name. It had always been Mister this or that, never just Terry.

‘What is it that you do mean then, Sean?’

The smile he got in using his name gave him a bit of a start. It made his heart pound just a little faster as he waited for Sean to explain what it was he wanted.

‘You know what I do, right?’

‘Yes, kind of hard not to know that.’

‘Does it bother you? Me being a hustler?’

‘No, should it?’

‘Some get uptight by it.’

‘I suppose, but it doesn’t matter to me.’

‘You know, being a Hustler is just about sex, some guy hands you some cash, place to crash, whatever, and you give him back some sex. It’s never really anything more, just letting some nameless guy get off on your body.’

‘I can see that.’

‘If I have to go inside, I’d like to at least have something else to remember, to hold onto instead of knowing my last time having sex on the outside was with a fucking cop.’

‘I am not following you, what is it you want?’

‘I want to have sex with you, but not for any other reason, than two guys who like each other. I think you like me, I know I like you, so, I was wondering if… you know, you would make love to me, hold me, like I was maybe a boyfriend or something?’

Terry was stunned. He did like Sean, and he would love to hold him, to caress his body and kiss him while making love to him. Then it hit him, and his face grew very stern. He stared at Sean as he played the words over again in his head.

‘Did you say, your last time was with a cop? The cop who busted you? You had sex with him?’

‘Yeah, he blew me, and I blew him, but why does that matter? I just want to…’

‘It matters, it matters because he isn’t allowed to actually have sex with you. Can you prove you had sex with him? I mean does he have any marks around his dick? Anything that could only be known to you by you having seen him naked? Think Sean.’

‘He’s got a birthmark, does that help?’

‘Where?’

‘Under his pubes, you can barely see it, unless your nose is pressed right up to it, he’s got a rather heavy bit of hair there, but if you stare at it, you can see it. Sort of looks like an odd shaped star.’

He grabbed Sean’s statement again, and read the small blurb that he had missed fully understanding. It was perfect, Sean had said that it was after he had sex, and like an idiot he had assumed that it meant after he had been with another John, not associating it with meaning that it was after being with the undercover policeman.

Terry reached out and dialled George’s home number. He quickly began to ramble on, detailing all that Sean had told him, reading his Sean’s statement as well. He was smiling as he hung up the phone, feeling rather satisfied. It was the break they needed, and the way George sounded on hearing the news, well he wouldn’t want to be in the cop’s shoes right now. George had told him to wait by his phone, and as he turned to face Sean, he suddenly felt deflated. This would end his chance at making love to him.

He began to pace, as time clicked on. Sean seemed nervous too, as they both kept watching the clock, then looking over to the phone. It kept silent, adding to their nervousness. He didn’t know what to say, after he had explained things to Sean. Still, he felt rather dejected. Terry was fairly certain that the case would be thrown out, and with that knowledge he knew that Sean would have no need of his love making prowess. After all, he wouldn’t be going inside after all. Least it was what he believed, and knowing George, it would be hard for anyone to incarcerate Sean with the facts they had. Be hard for the Police Officer to deny it as well.

He could still claim no sex, but given where his birthmark was located, be rather hard to explain how Sean knew about it if the office hadn’t at least been undressed, exposed to Sean. That would be where he’d get nailed, and no Judge could accept such a bogus explanation. It was really a slam dunk and he knew it, elated and yet dejected.

The phone ringing brought them both to their feet. Terry stared at the phone, hesitant at first. Looking over at Sean he smiled as he picked up the phone and listened. His smile grew larger as he heard the words, and in hanging up he turned to tell Sean that he was a free man.

The cop had taken a bit to break, but eventually had confessed that yes, he did have sex before busting Sean. The prosecutor was livid, and there was little doubt that he would be going after the policeman. In the meantime, he had given in and withdrew all charges against Sean, for fear of having an entrapment case landed on him. So the minor pot charge was also wiped out, and Sean was free. There would be some formalities before a judge in the morning, but it was over.

Sean was relived and after a brief hugging session, he stood back and just smiled at Terry. Terry enjoyed the gaze, felt his own body reacting, as he sat down, feeling a strange rush inside. The thrill of winning out, against the odds only made him happy at his choice of professions.

‘You aren’t like most.’

‘Huh? What do you mean Sean?’

‘You were going to do me that favour, weren’t you?’

‘We don’t have to worry about that now. You aren’t going inside.’

‘You were, weren’t you?’

‘Okay, yes, I would have.’

‘You still want to?’

‘Sean, sure, yes I’d enjoy making love to you, but tomorrow is just a formality now, you aren’t going to Jail’

‘I know, thing is, I kind of want to.’

‘Why? I mean… there isn’t any…’

‘You didn’t have to tell me right away, you do like me, otherwise you could have had your piece, then come up with all this, that you didn’t, well, kind of makes me want you even more than before.’

‘You wanted me?’

‘Yes.’

Before he could answer, or wipe away the look of disbelief off his face, Sean was up and on his lap. He was kissing him hard on the mouth, taking him by total surprise. He didn’t resist as Sean stuck his tongue hard into his mouth, licking him and tasting him at the same time. Terry felt the hands running up and down his body, pushing against him, wanting him in a way he had never felt before.

Somehow he felt his shirt being opened, as the hands now roamed across his bare chest. He felt the fingers pinch his erect nipples, making him moan while he was still kissing Sean. The press of their lips and the way Sean’s tongue was licking him, he couldn’t summon up any strength to resist. It was too powerful and he found himself standing up, clutching at Sean’s slender body. His own hands were now pressing at Sean’s body, ripping at his own shirt, to feel the warm flesh beneath.

Sean was panting a little as they stumbled down to the floor. There was no time to think, as Sean continued to lick at him. He bit Terry’s lower lip, then his chin, then worked his way down the neck. His hands were pulling until Terry felt his pants pop open, his groin aching as Sean’s hands were inside the pants, pushing at his aroused cock. It was almost like being devoured by an animal, the feelings were so intense.

He felt himself stretching out on the floor, Sean on top of him, wanting him badly. He wanted Sean just as badly, as he groaned his pleasure. His hands were tearing at Sean’s clothes, that were finally being discarded. The pants had somehow been opened, and he could feel the hard throbbing cock, just as Sean was feeling his while kissing his chest, biting at his nipples.

Terry felt himself being carried away, as Sean’s hand were tugging at the shorts, then the kissing stopped. He felt out of breath as Sean yanked his shorts off of his trembling body. He heard the sound of Sean’s own clothes being tossed away, and then he felt the hot flesh of the young man on top of him. He could feel the pressing firmness of Sean’s erect cock as it stuck into his soft belly, while Sean straddled him.

He cried out a little as Sean bent down and bit his nipple, pulling back on it then releasing it. His head moved down and he felt the tongue licking at the firm flesh, then a hand gripped his cock, and began to fondle it roughly. He felt it being stroked, moaning his pleasure as Sean seemed unstoppable.

He felt his body shift, his legs suddenly flung upwards into the air, then resting on top of Sean’s shoulders. He looked up to see the glazed look in Sean’s blue eyes. The hair was askew, draped over the shoulder and his ankle, as Sean looked up at him. The smile on his face was all he needed, as he felt Sean suddenly slide a finger down between his cheeks. The tip was circling his hole, then suddenly was buried deep inside. He grunted his surprise, and then felt Sean’s weight grow on top of him.

Terry’s legs were being forced back to his torso, as he now felt the hard press of the throbbing cock itself. As he felt it slide down the valley of his ass, he could tell that it was covered in a condom. He had no recollection of how or when Sean had the time to put one on, but it made his muscles relax, knowing it would be safe. His own hands were up, holding and caressing Sean’s arms, as the long strands of hair suddenly scraped across his chest.

Opening his eyes he stared right into Sean’s face, saw the lust, but also the affection. It was as if Sean was in overdrive, as his one hand guided his cock down to wedge itself up against Terry’s aching hole. He just smiled up at Sean, who then plunged the hard cock inside.

He cried out, enjoying the sudden pain, feeling it as it rolled up and down his spine. Terry felt his head twist and turn from side to side as Sean’s throbbing cock impaled itself deep inside. He felt it begin to pull out, then groaned as it was rammed back inside. The thrusting motion was relentless, as Sean’s body became a jack hammer. It pounded him mercilessly, as they both groaned their pleasure. He didn’t think he could handle more, as his body was bathed in his and Sean’s sweat. The long hair was flaying his upper body with each hard thrust. Sean was holding his legs up and apart. His firm grasp of the ankles making Terry wince, as he felt the hard cock pound him.

His own cock was swaying, then he felt his balls slapping upwards. Terry couldn’t hold out any longer, as his cock reared back, then began to spurt its cum out all across Sean’s heaving chest. He could hear it hit, and looking up he saw the last of his cum hit Sean’s stomach. The image of his cum dripping down off only made him cry out more.

It made Sean go faster. As Terry shot his load Sean began to gyrate and twist his hips. He flung his own head back and suddenly Terry’s legs were let go. As they fell to the floor, Sean moved in closer, ripping the condom off and began to pump his cock. His hand looked like nothing but a blur as it stroked the huge cock, and then Sean cried out, His  face was constricted, his head leaning back as his torso shot forward.

Terry watched as the cum came flying out at him. He stared in wonder as he watched heavy gobs of cum splatter against his own body. He flinched with each jolt, staring in awe at the streaming ejaculation. Sean was panting, his chest heaving as the last drops dribbled down and then Terry felt it, as Sean leaned forward, wiping his empty cock along Terry’s still trembling belly.

Sean collapsed on top, and Terry reached out, to caress the young man’s head. The hair was matted from sweat as he ran his hand down the back of it. Sean looked up and lifted his face towards Terry, who leaned downwards.

Their lips touched briefly as they lay there. Both panting as their bodies struggled to regain their composure. Sean seemed to recover first, and slowly stood up. He glanced down at Terry and held out his hand as he spoke.

‘Your turn, but let’s use the bed’

Terry smiled, as he took the offered hand, and they headed towards the bedroom for his turn.

It Was That Big

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Deke opened first one eye, then another as the sun kept burning into his face. He struggled to ignore the bright light that was beaming in, but the sudden ache in his ass, the urge that came to him, made him toss the sheet off and run to his bathroom. He was awake, sort of, as he quickly made his way to the toilet, making it just in time.

He had heard about this after effect, still it was strange to actually be experiencing it, as he felt like his whole insides were suddenly pouring out of him. Shaking a little, he also recalled just how he had gotten into this predicament, and smiled. No doubt, it was still worth it, as he sat there, remembering the fear that first came to him when he unveiled that monster, that made him scream, made him cry out, as well as made him feel totally stuffed.

Oh he had seen pictures of such monsters before, never quite believing that any real person ever carried one of them, until he had met Tony. Gawd, looking at him, you would never expect him to have such a huge cock, but when it popped out, you couldn’t argue with what you saw. Tony was huge, and not even hard at that moment, it only got larger as he played with it, tasting it and just watching it grow.

The idea of taking that huge monster up his ass, well it obviously was on Tony’s mind, though he really was too frightened to think of it, least at first. After awhile, well he found that the idea, was rather growing on him. Tony was good, the way he kept teasing him every now and then, licking him and running his fingers up and down between his ass cheeks. He’d whisper to him how he could really make him feel satisfied, that it would be a ride he’d never forget.

Give Tony credit, he obviously had been down this road before. He knew exactly what to say, what to do, to put him at ease. Tony was one of those you just couldn’t help but want. He had the looks, the voice to match, that just made you weak at the knees. Course the extra shots of vodka shooters didn’t hurt in building that feeling either. Deke wondered, just how many did he have at the bar, before agreeing to take Tony home with him? Was it seven or seventeen? He had no recollection of that, as he wash to taken with the fact that Tony was even drinking with him, never mind actually sitting with him.

Hell having Tony take him out to the dance floor was almost enough to make him cream his jeans. Specially as it was a slow dance. Looking back on that, he was certain that it was what tipped the balance, that made him eager to take Tony home with him. The closeness, the smell of his cologne alone made him hard, and Tony seemed to notice.

The way he would push his hips in more, grind them a little even as they danced. How it felt to have Tony’s head on his shoulder, his hands around him, touching him. It all made him sort of swoon a bit, and yeah, Tony’s own bulging basket crushing into his, well it was what heaven must be about, or so he had thought at the time. Still did actually because when Tony suggested they leave the bar, and go to Deke’s place, he couldn’t contain his glee.

Deke didn’t think he was ugly or anything, but certainly no player like Tony. He might have a good body, least one that wasn’t too thin where his ribs showed every time he took a breathe. Still, to have an Adonis like Tony pay him such attention, then want to go home with him, well that was like an impossible dream suddenly coming true.

Maybe it was all those years in High School that made him feel like that. Okay he had some experiences, mostly good too, but nothing like being able to score with someone as attractive as Tony was. Deke thought he was a good sex partner, and oral sex was something he enjoyed. He liked sucking on a cock, tasting it, yet most of his partners hadn’t wanted more from him. Oh sure, they didn’t mind rolling over, taking his cock, but in returning the favour, well that was different.

He could count on one hand the number of times that he had been taken that way. Most of them coming his first year at community college. And yet it was something he rather craved, though in all honesty that first penetrating thrust would always make him wish he hadn’t quite gotten his way. Deke didn’t get off on pain, and the way a few of his partners had done it, well he didn’t exactly call them back for seconds.

Sitting there, recalling each one of those few times when he had been granted his desire, he grimaced. Frankly, none of them had been stellar performances, but last night, now that was definitely different. While he still felt the pain, the dull ache of that first slow penetration by Tony, he felt rather proud of having the guts to have actually gone through with it, even though right now it seemed his entire insides were being flushed down the toilet.

Man, it still hurt, though not as much as last night. Though Tony was right, it did get easier, as his insides adjusted to the huge cock that was stretching him. The fullness he had felt, was something he had never felt before. It was good, and bad, but certainly more good than bad. Yet the whole experience, it made him think about weird stuff too.

Like would he be permanently stretched so any ordinary dick would never feel as good as when he had some monster inside of him?

Those kind of things had popped into his mind as Tony had slowly worked his ass over. Standing up now, he could feel those fingers, the way Tony would roll them inside of him, twist them and dig them deep inside of him.

It had been pleasing at first, as Tony knew his stuff. He wasn’t just a cute blonde bitch, but an experienced one. Worse for Deke, was that while he was 21, Tony was just 20. Man he had so much more experience, but then he had the looks. That obviously was part of it, but he also had the equipment to match the hot looks.

Washing up, Deke stared at himself in the mirror. He could see the bags under the eyes, and he was a little bit pasty looking, but then he hadn’t gotten much sleep. Then too, as he stood up to turn on the shower, he felt that ache inside. It still felt odd, and he realized that his walking was a bit gingerly. His ass hurt, and his recent outpouring, well it hadn’t helped that open feeling he had.

Still, it had been his choice, and he had plenty of chances to stop Tony too. One more little trick that Tony was good at. It was in making him feel like he was in charge, though he wasn’t. Thinking about it now, he rather doubted that Tony would have stopped working his dick into his ass, if he had asked. He was on a mission, or so it seemed in the cold light of day. That mission, to get off inside of Deke.

Everything he did last night, well it was designed to make him want it, to not wimp out. Kind of felt proud at that, as he turned the shower on, the dull jab of pain in his lower back reminding him to make the water just a tad warmer than normal. A good warm spray, then maybe a soak afterwards, would help dull that throbbing ache a bit more. It would also help if he decided to do something about that boner he was sporting.

Thinking about Tony, at how he had worked his ass, first with the fingers, then his mouth, then the fingers, and more tongue action, well no wonder he had a hard on. Tony was good, no doubt on that score. The way he would touch him, make him squirm just by the soft press of his lips on his flesh. Man it made him tingle now, just thinking of it.

He had to admit, when he first saw Tony’s cock, he had whistled. He had also told himself that no way was he going to let Tony get that monster dick near his ass. Like that worked real good, he thought as he stepped into the shower, to let the warm spray soak the ache out of him. The size of Tony’s cock still made him tremble a little, out of fear.

Okay, so he had taken it, but damn that was an experience he wasn’t so sure he wanted to have again. Everything leading up to that, well that was another story. He really did enjoy the attention Tony paid to him. The way he rubbed his belly, kissing him on the chin and around his nipples. The soft words that he whispered to him, the way suddenly he would feel the fingers lightly moving down between his cheeks. The way the tips would gently tease his hole, circling and caressing it. The tips lightly pushing inwards, first one then another, but never making him feel uncomfortable.

As the warm water did its magic, he felt himself thinking more and more that maybe a second experience might not be such a bad idea. Even if it meant taking that monster cock again. The way Tony made him want it, still surprised him. He actually had begged him to do it, and he shook his head.

Even now, feeling as he did, he knew he’d be begging Tony to plough him again, if he had the chance. To feel his hot breathe on his cheeks, to feel the raspy tongue as it played with his hole. To experience the sharp jab as he slipped one then two fingers into his hole, to slowly move inside, twisting as they dug deeper. It all came back to him as he realized that he had been truly set up.

The way Tony had told him all those compliments. About how he had such a nice firm ass, how he had tasted so good and that he just wanted to return the favour. That he wanted to make Deke feel as pleased as he was. Man to have fallen for that, to have given in to the strange urges in his body, was stupid. It wasn’t like he hadn’t used some of those very same lines, when he wanted to fuck a guy he was with, so how the hell had he fallen for it?

Tony was just damn more believable at it. The way he would kiss his cheeks, as his fingers stretched him and twisted inside. The way he would roll the edge of his tongue up to stick it inside of him, then unroll it, making him moan constantly. His entire body had shook, as Tony had licked his hole. The way he had buried his entire face between his cheeks, tasting him and making him moan was still unbelievable.

The way he would suddenly climb up his back, to nibble at his ears, while whispering how much he wanted Deke. At the same time his hand was between his cheeks, his fingers probing him, digging into him, and each time he would speak, say he wanted him, the fingers would push in hard, making him grunt, making him feel special too.

It was a good tactic, and it wasn’t long that he was begging him, saying to Tony to fill him, to let him take it all. He still could hear his own words, as he told Tony he wanted to feel it all, to feel the throbbing flesh buried inside so he could taste it from deep within him. Gawd, he had sounded like some wusse, the way he had begged, urging Tony to do it, to push it in, no matter what.

Even when he felt the head sliding down his cheeks, he hadn’t stopped or reconsidered what he was asking for. His mouth was parroting the desire from his body, his mind blank as he felt the hard firm head pushing up against his very tiny hole. Nothing seemed to register, as Tony was whispering in his ear, asking him if he was certain, telling him he would be gentle, that he really did want to fill him, to let him feel him inside.

It was perfectly said, and he had fallen for it. Crying out yes a thousand times, begging with such force, that he still couldn’t believe it now.

The pain he felt, when that huge cock head had spread his hole, had dug its way past the little opening was indescribable to him. It had made the air leave his body, the pain was that intense. Still, something about it made him not scream out. Despite every nerve in his body wanting to, he bit the pillow as he felt the press of the cock growing, slowly and painfully pushing his hole open.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, it suddenly went away. Tony pulled back and then was once more kissing his bum, licking at his flesh, and tasting his hole. He moaned, as the pain was gone, replaced by the gentle press of lips around the hole. It didn’t last long, as Tony once more began to press his cock against his hole. He felt it, felt the hole once more struggling to open as wide as it needed to.

He cried out as once more the air in his body was forced out. The thick head was once more wedged tightly into his hole, making his nerves scream out in agony. Yet it was easier this time, it was not quite as bad, and while he continued to bite the pillow, he could hear himself begging. He had to have been sick, to be feeling all that pain, yet urging Tony on. The soft words in his ear, only made him beg harder. He truly did want it, and then he felt it, the push that made him quiver and cry out.

Tony was inside of him, as he felt the searing pain lancing up his entire body. His legs were twitching, and he was desperately trying to push them open more, to let that monster cock inside. Tony was grunting, and telling him how good his ass felt. He was crying out a bit, calling Deke ‘baby’ and other endearments, as he slowly worked his cock inside more. It was as if he really was enjoying it, and no way did Deke want change that, no matter how much it was hurting him. His eyes were filled with his tears, as he felt the fullness inside of his ass.

It made him squirm, as he tried to will his body to spread open more, to make the passage of the throbbing cock easier. It was throbbing too, he could feel it pulse along his insides. Every push inside, make him grip the sheets, twist them under his fists as he tried not to show his pain. Still, something was making him moan, cry for more even though in his mind he wished it to end. He was still begging for more as Tony obliged. The thick pole was slowly moving insides, splitting his body into two, or so it felt. He was totally impaled on that throbbing cock, feeling it grow inside of him, feeling it move in more and more. The head was burning hot, as it ploughed ahead, ever so slowly. His nerves were screaming, tingling in ways he never had felt before.

His body was jerking too, his legs twitching as if they had a life of their own. His arms were numb and his knuckles were white from being clenched so tightly. Yet all the time, Tony kept crying out, kept telling him how good he was feeling. Deke couldn’t stop him, even though he wanted to, as tears were now rolling down his face. He hurt, but it was not as painful as it had first been, his body was becoming used to the sensations inside.

That changed the instant Tony began to rock him, to pull his cock out and then shove it back inside. It started off very slowly, making him cry out. He had no idea how long it took, before the slow thrusting motion began to get faster. With each new thrust, Tony would twist a little, turn just enough to make the cock inside do a strange dance. It would bang up and push the velvet lining even further, making Deke moan loudly.

Sweat from Tony’s forehead was splattering across Deke’s back, and he felt it sting even. His body was so tense, as the thrusting became faster, making him pant as he took it. He was whimpering, crying out even as the throbbing pole pounded into him. It was making him squirm too, making the pumping action take new twists, new turns inside of him. He legs were numb, his toes curling outwards, and he was having trouble breathing, as he felt the huge cock filling his rectum.

It was a warm feeling, a satisfying feeling really though at the time it didn’t feel that way. It did now, even as he aimed the shower spray at his butt. The hand held unit was on fine spray as he let the warm water course down his cheeks, remembering how full it had felt, with Tony inside. The pumping motion making the bed shake, even squeak. The way he was driven, he was surprised that the cock didn’t push up into his throat.

The loud cry that echoed in the room had startled him. Tony had let out such a cry, that Deke was sure his neighbours would hear, but even as he heard the noise, he felt the cock rearing back, then pushing forward so hard, that he also cried out. His whole body was shaking as the cock inside began to stream. Deke could feel the hot cum coming out from the head, captured by the thin film of the condom. Still, he felt it, he was certain as it pushed up against the condom, then slid down the hard shaft. He felt the muscle inside twitching, banging his insides and it seemed like it would never stop.

Deke had felt Tony shake, felt his whole body quiver as his cock shot its load while still inside. He felt his own muscles closing around the thick shaft, squeezing it tightly as the pole throbbed. It was as if his body didn’t want to let go, as it held it tightly deep inside. The cries eventually calmed down, and he felt the cooling sweat on his back, as the cock inside was slowly being pulled out. He felt like he didn’t want it to, crying out ‘no, not yet, no’ but Tony didn’t listen.

As the cock was taken out, Tony let himself collapse, his weight crushing Deke hard into the bed. He could still feel the cock, as it was pressed into his inner thigh. He felt himself shift a little, as he still wanted it, to still have it inside, despite all the pain he had felt. As he lay there, panting, listening to Tony pant, he felt empty. He felt like something was missing, and he knew it was Tony’s cock. He still wanted it inside, but it was over.

Deke shook his head, realizing that he was stroking his cock, while remembering that moment. The sound of his phone ringing broke the moment, as he quickly moved out of the shower, to answer it before whoever hung up. Grabbing the phone, dripping on his carpet, he heard Tony’s voice. Deke’s entire body was tingling as he listened to Tony talking to him, a smile growing on his face, as he realized he would get another opportunity to experience that monster cock. After all it really was that big.