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?’

Winner’s Circle

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

At last he had broken out from the pack. Maybe now they would take him seriously down at work, as he stood there in the glare of the floodlights, the flashes of cameras as he was handed his trophy. The bevy of young girls stood around him, smiling as Miss whatever leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. The cameras caught it all and Kevin smiled to himself.

He had been racing for over 3 years now. This was his first win and he was relishing the moment. People were all slapping him on the back, the girls were all at his feet, hoping to touch a winner. It really was a bit euphoric, but as he smiled amidst the camera flashes, his eyes kept their focus on the person off to one side.

The young man was one of his pit crew. Jimmy came to him at the end of last season, and immediately Kevin was attracted to him. Though then, he didn’t know just how attracted he would become to the 21 year old. Jimmy was tall, just a shade over 6 foot and rather thin and pasty looking. If he weighed 130 pounds, Kevin would be surprised. Yet despite his thin frame, the young man had an air about him, that was attractive. Wearing tight fitting jeans and t-shirt didn’t hurt either.

When it came to his car, he was very picky. Yet there was something about Jimmy that made Kevin give him a spot on his crew. He couldn’t have made a better choice either. Jimmy was one of those who loved his work and gave it his all. They had become friends over the winter, and as racing season began, had somehow grown closer. He never realized either, that Jimmy was more than just a working friend.

It was after he had come in second again for the third time this season out of four races that it all changed. Jimmy was working on the car, muttering as they were getting ready for tonight’s race. He was cursing too, something Kevin hadn’t heard him do before. At last he asked what was bugging the young man, and it stunned him when Jimmy told him. The words were cutting as the young man laid into him,

He began by telling him that it was a bitch working for a loser, specially when he should be winning, instead of finishing second all the time. Jimmy didn’t shout, but with his hands on his hips he stood beside the car, ticking off point after point of why Kevin should be a regular in the Winner’s Circle, instead of being an also ran. His words hurt and he grew angry as he listened to the litany of complaints about his sloppy driving, his lack of a killer instinct when it came to pushing forward, pushing to win.

At that particular moment, he wasn’t finding Jimmy very attractive. In fact, he had felt like just pulling back his hand and smacking the young man square in the face. Jimmy must of realized it as he stopped speaking, and stared at Kevin, almost daring him to do what he was feeling. After several minutes of just glaring at each other, and nothing happening, Jimmy leaned back on the car, a strange smirk on his face, as he shook his head at Kevin.

‘You don’t have what it takes Kevin, face it, you don’t want it bad enough’

The words hurt, and the smirk on Jimmy’s face only made it worse. He suddenly felt like he had to defend himself, to prove Jimmy was wrong in his assessment of him. He did want to win, but it eluded him, that was life. You couldn’t win every race, though he had to admit, it would be nice to win at least one.

‘I do want it bad enough, it isn’t as easy as you make it sound’

‘Oh? I know it isn’t easy, getting what you want takes guts, means taking risks at times, you won’t do that, admit it for once, you like it safe. Why you ever became a racer is beyond me.’

‘That isn’t true, I take risks all the time’

‘Yeah? Like what? Not holding your ground when someone is coming up from behind to pass?’

‘It isn’t done that way’

‘Sure it is, if you want it bad enough, but you don’t seem to want much of anything bad enough to take the risks’

‘There are lots of things I want bad, and I do take risks, when I have to’

‘Really? Like you want me, yet you have yet to make a move, guess you don’t want me that bad?’

Kevin reeled at that. It was said so matter of fact, so cold really, that it made an even deeper impression on him than if Jimmy had shouted it to him. How the fuck did he even know that Kevin wanted him? No one knew about his secret yen for men, least none in his inner circle. Staring at Jimmy, he wondered if maybe he was being set up. If it got around the track that he was that way, his racing days there would be finished.

Sweat was beading up on his forehead, as he stared at Jimmy. Even with the fear rising inside, he couldn’t help but notice how attractive, how desirable Jimmy was. The long thin legs, sticking out while he leaned on the car was one of many poses that made Kevin squirm each time he saw it.

‘What makes you think I want you?’

‘The drool around your mouth, Christ man it is friggin obvious, why can’t you just admit it?’

‘It isn’t that easy, if uh, if it was true’

‘Bullshit’

‘It isn’t, it’s the truth’

‘Bullshit’

‘Even if it was true, a person doesn’t just walk up and say they want you, it takes the right words, the right time and…’

‘Oh Christ, that is Bull and you know it, admit it, you want me’

‘Fine, okay, have it your way, say I do, now what? You gonna drop your pants and we do it here?’

‘That would be the easy way for you, but no, you don’t get into my pants, until you show me you really do want me. I ain’t some cheap slut, you gotta earn getting into my pants’

It had to be the strangest conversation he ever had with someone. His eyes kept darting around, trying to figure out what Jimmy’s game was. Kevin was torn, between the ache in his groin, to the wariness in his mind. He couldn’t recall anything he had done, that would have given Jimmy that idea, that he wanted him. Hell, in all honesty he had tried to push those thoughts from his mind, whenever he was with Jimmy. Obviously he hadn’t been successful at that, as he continued the staring match.

‘I don’t pay.’

‘Told ya, I ain’t some cheap slut, if it was about money, you wouldn’t be able to afford me, but it isn’t about how thick your wallet is’

‘then what?’

‘So, you admitting you want me then?’

‘Yeah, I suppose’

‘That’s a start’

‘And the price?’

‘Show me you deserve to have me’

‘And I am to just take your word that you are worth having?’

Jimmy smiled at him then, a strange smirk on his face. Kevin noticed that he moved his hands down to his crotch, and as he watched, the young man undid his jeans, and opened them wide. He could see the colored boxers and then as he watched, Jimmy reached inside and pulled his cock out.

He couldn’t help himself from looking at the massive mound of flesh that plopped out. It wasn’t hard, least not fully erect. Still it was long enough to make Kevin lick his lips, thinking of how it would taste, or better yet feel. His palms were sweaty as he just stared, eyes bulging.

As he coughed, enjoying the sight of Jimmy’s cock, he saw the hand push the cock back under the cover of the boxer shorts. As he did he felt disappointed. He really did want him, and he finally looked back up into Jimmy’s face.

‘I know how to use it too’

‘Okay, you made your point, so, what’s the deal’

They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Finally he shifted his position. His legs were open wider and Kevin couldn’t help but keep on glancing at the young man’s crotch. To think of what was in there made his own body ache. Jimmy was right, he did want him and yet he was still afraid to tell him that. Instead he just stood there, waiting and hoping.

‘You drive this piece of shit to the Winner’s Circle, and I’ll drive my dick into your private winner’s circle, second place gets you nothing.’

The crowd was thinning now, as he made his way out of the Winner’s Circle. He could see Jimmy, a wide grin on his face as he walked over to him. As he got close, he stopped and put his hands on his hips. He just grinned back, and as they moved away together, to get the car ready for hauling back to his garage, he reminded Jimmy of his agreement.

The trip back to the garage seemed to take forever. He kept glancing over at Jimmy, wondering if he would put out, or if it was all just a ploy. He kept thinking though, of how it had felt to take those risks, to stand his ground and to push his foot to the floor to accelerate past the pack, to not just take the lead, but to have held onto it.

Inside the garage, the brightly lit room seemed ominous. The car was pushed back and as he stood there, tired and dirty from the race, he couldn’t help but feel also excited. His body ached, from the strain of the race, but also from the strain of not knowing what would be next.

Jimmy’s voice, calling him made him turn around, and there he stood. Right in the full glare of the shop lights, his coveralls undone and rolled down his thin body. The pale skin glistened and he could see smears of dirt and grease on the exposed arms as he licked his lips. The purple red tint of Jimmy’s nipples were in stark contract to the whiteness of his chest. He could see the ribs around the side, as he undid his own jacket and shirt.

He noticed the thin pale lips as Jimmy moved closer to Kevin. He could smell the sweat on him as they grew closer. His nostrils flared a little as Jimmy pushed the coveralls all the way down, exposing his full body. He stepped out of them, as he continued to move closer to Kevin. His eyes were sparkling and had a mischievous glint to them, that only made him all the more attractive.

His eyes moved up and down the thin body as Jimmy came closer. He noticed the tiny tufts of hair along his thighs, the darker growth of hair below the knees. But it was the huge tent pole sticking out from the boxer shorts that held his gaze. It was pointing straight at him as he finished his own little strip tease. His own cock was tenting his shorts, but nothing like the approaching weapon. How the fuck could someone as thin as Jimmy, have such a huge dick, he wondered. His eyes were glued to the crotch as Jimmy finally came to within an inch or two of his own body.

The first touch of Jimmy’s hand on his bare chest was electrifying. His entire body shuddered to the touch, the gentle caress of the fingers as he stood there, watching and waiting. His eyes were glued to Jimmy’s face as he watched him while the young man began to explore his naked torso. The touch was thrilling him, as the fingers moved along his belly.

The small paunch seemed to jiggle, as the hand ran lightly across it, teasing it and Kevin. Feeling like he was on a cloud, watching, he felt the thickening of his cock. It was hurting from the constant filling of blood along the shaft. It was an ache he hadn’t felt before, it was so intense that it made his eyes water a little. Or maybe it was the rolling waves of pleasure that were making his entire body feel like a bowl of jelly.

His legs ached to begin with, and now they were trembling, nearing exhaustion as Jimmy placed his hands on either side, on the hips. He squeezed a little as he moved his head in further, and suddenly Kevin felt like his whole body was on fire, ready to simply explode.

Lightly pressing his lips on Kevin’s stomach, Jimmy kissed him. The fire seemed to grow inside as now Jimmy began to lick at Kevin’s body. While his mind was off tasting the sudden explosion of desire and lust, he felt a breeze and looking down, he saw Jimmy’s head. He also saw his shorts down at his ankles.

Stepping forward just a bit, he let Jimmy know what he wanted, and it didn’t take him long to suddenly feel the moist warmth over his erect cock. Jimmy took him in one swell swoop, gobbling up his cock deep down into the waiting mouth. He felt the nip as his cock past Jimmy’s teeth. The rasp of the teeth nibbling at his cock, made him moan and his own hands finally reached down, to grip the young man’s shoulders. His fingers dug in as Jimmy began to suck on Kevin’s cock.

His hands now moved up and down Kevin’s inner thighs. Caressing them and prodding them, and then moved inwards, cupping his full balls. He felt the fingers poke up and then suddenly his cock was waving in the air while his balls were sucked into the welcoming mouth. He groaned louder, digging his fingers in even more as he felt the pleasure reaching up inside of his quivering body.

Jimmy took one ball, then let it free while sucking on the other. Then back to the first ball and on it went, with each time Kevin groaning his enjoyment. His hands were scraping bone as they held onto Jimmy’s shoulders. Jimmy’s hands moved down and around to clench at the firm butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the soft mound of flesh, and pulled them apart, and then once more Kevin felt his cock being sucked. His balls dripping Jimmy’s saliva, as his body began to rock back and forth.

He threw his hips forward and pulled back, as the hands tightened around his cheeks, pulling and digging all at once. He felt the air caress his exposed hole, and he whimpered a little, as he fel this head fling backwards. He couldn’t hold on as his whole body became a shaking mass of flesh.

Kevin cried out, as his body shook. He knew he couldn’t hold it back much longer and just when he thought he was about to spew his load, it all ended. The sucking on his throbbing pole ended, and suddenly he felt himself being turned around. The firm press of Jimmy’s hands twisting him around, then the press of the young man’s knees between his legs made him groan and lean down. His chest resting on the car cover.

The sound of Jimmy spitting made him tense up and before he could tighten up, he felt the hard jab at his hole. The press of Jimmy’s finger deep into his rectum made him cry out. The ache in his groin grew as Jimmy quickly thrust his finger in and out of Kevin’s hole. He twisted it as he dug in deeper, almost lifting Kevin up off the hood of the car.

Kevin was feeling like he was in heaven. His body was shaking to the constant waves of pleasure that rolled up and down. He didn’t think it could get more intense, but it did. The finger was suddenly removed and then he felt the hands spreading his cheeks apart. A hard slap on one cheek made him jump, rubbing his cock on the hard shell of his car hood. He grunted as the cheeks were pulled apart.

The feel of wet spit on his hole came first, then he recognized the sound of Jimmy spitting. He felt a bit confused, until he felt the press of Jimmy’s face on his cheeks. The warm breathe blew across his hole, that was tingling now. Then suddenly he felt the tip of Jimmy’s tongue as it licked up and down his crack. The valley between his cheeks was licked hard, and as the tongue moved across his pink hole, Kevin shivered. His body trembled as the tongue played around his hole, teasing it as it licked around, ignoring the open centre.

Groaning, he felt the tremors inside. Then just when he didn’t think he could stand it, he felt the tongue push past his muscle, and enter his hole. He cried out, his head twisting and turning as his entire body quivered. The tongue licked him hard, darting in and out, like a miniature cock. He squirmed and felt his cheeks shuddering. Sweat was pouring off his body, running down his back and mingled with the dirt and grime that still coated his body. He smelled the acrid after smell of burnt fuel as his body just shook uncontrollably.

Then the tongue was gone, and he felt his legs pushed further apart and he could feel the body heat from Jimmy. He had stepped in closer, and suddenly he felt the press of something up at the top of his cheeks. Kevin felt Jimmy’s knuckles the held the thick bulging object that was slowly being forced down his cheeks. His head was still reeling, when the thick hard object touched his hole.

Like a match to gunpowder, his body reacted. The hard press grew painful, as it began to slowly spread his hole apart. The pain was intense as he cried out now, his hands balled up into fists, striking the hood of the car. Jimmy entered him slowly, letting Kevin feel it all, as the huge thick cock split him apart. It stretched his tiny hole, and made Kevin scream and suck in his breath.

Slowly, inch by inch he pushed his cock deep inside. It filled the small cavity and made the inner muscles scream in pain as they were pushed aside by the throbbing organ. Ever so slowly he guided the huge pole inside, until his own pubic hairs were scratching at the sweating cheeks.

Kevin was moaning now, feeling the pain and the pleasure that came from it too. He couldn’t help but enjoy the slow journey his insides were being subjected to. The thick cock felt like a hot poker inside as slowly Jimmy began to move it out, almost making it feel like his whole insides were being sucked out. Then when it was nearly out, he drove it back in, slowly still.

Kevin was begging him to go faster, to fuck him hard but Jimmy only grunted. He also didn’t change his slow agonizing thrusts either. For several minutes he slowly pushed in and pulled out. Each time, Kevin would quiver, sobbing his need for Jimmy to go faster. It had no impact, as the cock continued to fill him, to stretch him each time it slowly moved inwards.

His legs were dripping from his sweat. They were also growing numb when finally Jimmy began to move a little faster. He breathed out with relief, as his body began to press harder into the car hood. Kevin was moaning with each inward thrust, feeling it suddenly twist and turn inside. He cried out then, and pounded the car hood with his fists. His head twisted from one side to the other, as Jimmy began to quicken his pace. He was now pushing in faster, each time his groin would slam into Kevin’s cheeks, Jimmy grunted.

It seemed endless. The constant pile driving of his ass with Jimmy’s quivering jack hammer. The huge cock made him ache, but he was too busy demanding more of it, urging Jimmy to push it in harder and further. His whole body was shaking as the cock moved in hard and fast now. The sensations were too much as he closed his eyes tight, groaning constantly as his ass took the hard pounding.

The panting sounds of heavy breathing joined with the wild thunder of his heart as he urged Jimmy on. He was begging, and then demanding. He wanted it to end, and yet refused to let it. He urged Jimmy onwards, feeling the motion increase with each thrust. His whole body shook and bucked as the cock ploughed him hard, and then suddenly it was buried deep in his ass, quivering. Kevin could feel it as the thick head reared back, then suddenly pushed forward. Deep in his body he felt the flash of something along his whole insides, as the cum travelled from the shaking balls to explode out of the cock head.

He felt it, felt the motion, felt the thickness of the cock head grow as it exploded deep inside. Kevin felt it pressing inside of him, as the body above him began to convulse into an endless wave of rolling tremors. Jimmy cried out loudly, his primal scream echoing harshly in the cavernous garage. His body suddenly collapsed on top of Kevin’s own trembling frame.

The screams were over, the grunts and groans ended. All that echoed now in the garage was the sound of two men, panting as they tried to regain their breath. It was strange, but Kevin felt like he had just gone 15 rounds with George Foreman. His body ached in places he didn’t know could ache like that. Kevin’s mind was still clouded by the fog of lust, as he lay spread eagled over the front end of his car hood.

Kevin felt the soft press of lips on his sweat stained cheeks. He opened his eyes to stare up at Jimmy’s face that lay on his neck. He saw the glimmering look in the eyes, the approval really and he smiled back at the young man, gathering just enough strength to speak.

‘Making the winner’s circle is going to be a habit, I think’

Jimmy grinned, as he let his head fall back down on Kevin’s shoulder, his hand already slowly moving down the man’s frame, setting the stage for a second victory lap.