Discovered (pt.1)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He took one long look either way, and even stared up at the towering cliffs above, making sure no one had suddenly appeared. The horizon was empty, just beautiful clear blue skies towering over the lush green of the cliff tops, the dark color of rock casting a huge shadow over where he stood. Behind him was the crystal clear blue of the Pacific, and as made a slow turn in each direction, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

Finding this isolated beach was a stroke of pure luck for him. Tomas had walked up and down for miles each day since arriving looking for just such a spot, as he really wasn’t into a ton of people. Though he had to admit, some of the scenery was enjoyable to watch, he still wasn’t comfortable in looking long. Then too, it would be impossible to just drop his britches and go for a dip in the Ocean either. Least not if he wanted to avoid unnecessary attention from the local cops.

He stretched out, as he began to undress, his deep blue eyes darting each way, searching for an intruder. Last thing he wanted was for some old crow to pop up and see him. As he tossed his shirt onto the golden beach, next to his towel, he sighed. It had been a rough few weeks adjusting to this new place. People weren’t what he’d call friendly, and the night life seemed non existent. Still, if he wanted to make money, he had to go where they sent him.

Unbuckling his belt, he realized he was actually doing okay. For someone as young as him, a scant 24 years of age, to be sent out into the field was quite a feather in his cap. It took others a lot longer to earn the trust of the big shots, to be put out into the field, on their own, never mind someone with his inexperience and youth. Sliding his pants down his lanky frame, he smiled, knowing how some of his associates were jealous of his appointment to be stationed out here, in the company’s newest venture.

While he wasn’t in charge, he was certainly in the top tier of the group that was, and while he took his job seriously, he also enjoyed his after hours playtime. That was the one drawback to this whole assignment. There simply wasn’t any good outlets for his needs. No nude beaches, no streets filled with endless bars and nightclubs where he could unwind after work.

Back home, he lived for his day’s off in the summer. To be able to just go to the beach, undress, and let the sun warm his whole body was a pleasure he loved. He also liked the many admiring glances he got from some of the others. A few had even managed to make it back to his apartment, where they explored a lot more than their mutual enjoyment of nude sunbathing. However, it was not that way here. Here the people were always dressed, and in some of the strangest garbs he had seen. Swimsuits that were so loose fitting, you couldn’t tell if they had a penis or not, or a firm butt.

The bars he had found, were even worse. Back home he could walk into a bar, and be dancing in seconds with someone. People seemed less friendly here, specially of strangers. Oh, he had seen some of them look, admire his slender body, longish blond hair and European facial features, but would they come up and talk to him? No, they just looked, not like at home where people were always coming up to him, talking, chatting and yes, flirting too. He loved that, being flirted with and even when it was someone much older than him, he didn’t mind. It was the attention, the friendliness he liked, which seemed missing in the few bars he had found here.

Everyone seemed so afraid, so sheltered. It was one reason he had been so happy in finding this spot. Least he could shed his clothes, and go enjoy the water, unfettered by clothes, by all that they meant. He was a true nudist, he liked things natural, and had even found it in his lifestyle. That was one thing he had to give this place, its ability to satisfy that natural need. So much food, all natural that at first he had been encouraged. Unfortunately it didn’t last long, but as he pushed his shorts down, to free himself totally of all clothing, he just sighed.

The rush of being free of his clothes, made him shudder a little. His uncut cock dangled from his groin, not even semi hard. Looking downwards, he dug his toes into the soft warm sand, amazed at how soft it felt between the toes. Glancing back up, out towards the Pacific Ocean, he contemplated a quick dash in, or maybe just to stretch out and let himself think of one of his friends. He wondered what they would be doing, if they were on the beach sunning themselves, or where they in their flats, enjoying their conquest of the moment?

Given the time difference, he knew his friend Sasha would be at one of their favorite bars, dancing up a storm. He was always out on the dance floor early, and it would be a few hours before he’d even be looking for someone to take home with him. He always did find someone too, and Tomas smiled, remembering when he had been one of those Sasha had opted to take home. Talk about a wild night of sex, that had lasted a whole weekend.

He wished he could find a ‘Sasha’ here, but so far the closet he had come had been at the local bar, where a man had offered him a ride home. Judging by the look in the old man’s eyes he had known exactly what type of ride the man was offering, and for a brief second he had considered it. However the hair piece and wrinkled face sort of held him back. Not that he wasn’t willing to broaden his experience by going home with him, he just thought the man’s heart wouldn’t take the excitement.

It was disappointing really. Tomas stared out at the Ocean, wishing that he had refused the job offer, yet knowing it would not be a good career move. He liked his job, enjoyed the fringe benefits, and the opportunities it presented. Besides, he knew this was only for six months, and he would just have to widen his search for a good place to find some enjoyment. In the meantime, he had found this place, and he quickly dashed the short distance to splash into the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean.

The water chilled him, and he shivered as he felt his cock shrivel up a bit. Not that it was hard, but he wished he wasn’t so alone. He took a few strokes and paddled out a bit, enjoying the water, the sun beaming down on him. He didn’t venture far out, and just sort of let the water work its magic on him. It wasn’t that it was colder than he was used to, just that it wasn’t the same without some friends to splash, to chase, to grope even. That was always fun, to swim to where a friend was, to reach out and grab their dangling penis, and surprise them.

It was that which made him feel homesick the most. The friendships he had developed, the way they could one minute just be splashing each other, the next locked in a passionate embrace. Thinking about it, he realized that for the most part he and his friends were never soft. Even Constantine was always sporting an erection, and he missed that.

He headed back, slowly standing up and walking out of the Ocean towards his blanket and clothes. The warm sun beat down on his back, as he trudged up, thinking of Sasha, of Constantine, and even Rolf. Tomas was lucky he had such good friends, and sex wasn’t something they were ashamed of either. Hell, even Rolf would play along to a point, though he was definitely into girls. Still, he didn’t seem to mind the odd little tug on his penis, and he had a nice one too.

Tomas sat down on his blanket, his legs in front and his hands holding him up as he stared out at the water. Rolf’s naked body was in his thoughts, as he thought about how life was so much easier back home, than here in the land of freedom, of sexual liberation, or so the people here claimed. Reality was, he thought, that they were more uptight about sex than he could believe.

Rolf was straight, but he hadn’t minded Sasha or Constantine talking about their exploits with other men. He would even comment at times, about how yes so and so was good looking, but he also did like to talk about the girls he had. You could see he was into them too, by the way his cock would get so hard only when he would talk about girls. Boys, well, he didn’t get that excited about them. Sasha on the other hand, just mention a hot guy, and he had an instant hard on.

Sasha wasn’t what you would call a looker. He had short dark hair, that curled around his ears, hiding his lobes. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and when they looked right at you, it was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. They were so piercing, so full of hidden mystery, that you couldn’t help but get excited. Yet his face was ordinary, his nose flattened out by being broken several times in his youth.

He liked to say it was from him refusing to accept bullshit from others, even if it had meant a beating. Judging by his nose, he had gotten a few of those. Yet, he had a way, a smile that would make you look twice at him. Sasha was tall too, just a shade over 6 foot and he worked out. His arms bulged with his muscles, and his whole torso rippled at times from the taut muscles when he flexed them. He had nice tanned skin, no blemishes except one odd shaped red patch on his side.

Sasha’s legs were long and well built. His thighs were like pillars of steel, and there was tiny tufts of hair on his lower legs that seemed to always be in disarray. Yet when he wrapped those legs around you, it was like being held by a vice. Tomas had enjoyed that a few times, but more than that, he enjoyed what hung down from his crotch. Sasha was definitely what people here would call hung. His cock was uncut, and even soft it looked large. More than length, was how thick it was, when it was fully aroused.

That first time that Sasha had taken him, had been an exercise in pain and pleasure that he doubted he’d ever forget. The way Sasha had been so gentle at first, at slowly easing that huge pole into his tiny hole. Slowly he had inserted it, wedged it up to his hole, then gradually pressed inwards. The pain had been enormous, but not overwhelming, as Sasha had taken his time.

He had been whispering in his ear too, kissing him on his neck, then even nibbling at his ear, all the time slowly pushing his enormous cock inside of him. The pain had been unreal, but so too had the waves of pleasure he had felt from all over. The way his hands would hold him, would caress him, while that huge cock was slowly inching inwards, splitting his insides.

Tomas looked down to see his recollection was giving him a hard on. He smiled, as he leaned back, staring at his own cock sticking up straight into the warm air. He reached over with his hand, to flick the tip, to see it wave and shake, then once more stand straight up into the air. He closed his eyes, as he took hold of his cock, wrapping his hand around the thickened shaft, feeling his blood cursing up and down his pole, as he recalled how Sasha had slowly pushed his cock deep into his young body.

It was a soft grunt that had let him know that Sasha was finally deep inside. The fullness of his huge cock had given him a rather uncomfortable feeling, that gradually changed into one of complete satisfaction. He had never thought he could take something that big inside, but as he lay on his belly, feeling Sasha’s weight pressing down on him, he felt pleased, knowing he had taken it all inside. The feel of Sasha’s hard wiry dark pubic hairs on the insides of his cheeks confirmed that notion.

The nibbling on his ear, the kissing on the back of his neck, ended and he felt Sasha lift his head up, felt him place both hands hard on either side of his prone body. He felt the excitement too, knowing what was to happen. He had turned his head to one side, to glance over his shoulder to stare into Sasha’s face. The eyes had seemed like huge saucers, filled with bolts of flashing lights.

His heart had pounded as Sasha had smiled down at him, had called him something endearing, then slowly pulled his hips back, slowly taking his huge cock with him. Tomas felt the movement inside his ass, felt his muscles try to hold the pulsing cock inside, but to no avail. He had cried out softly, a sort of moan, and turned his head away, knowing that soon he would be gritting his teeth.

When it came, he felt the air being forced out of his lungs. Sasha had driven his cock back inside, hard and fast this time, and it made his whole body tremble. He cried out, a sort of yelp, as Sasha slowly began to strike a rhythm that made him shake. Each thrust in, each pulling out, made his legs tighten. His stomach rumbled, as if it was being poked. His hands had reached out, wadded up into fists, that struck the ground with each hard push inwards. He was groaning constantly as Sasha drove his cock in and out in a growing motion, that just made him grit his teeth and take it.

The pain was hard to take, when the huge cock would crush into him, and yet the waves of pleasure always followed. Sweat had began to bead up on his forehead, and he began to feel drops along his back, falling from Sasha’s heaving body. His heart was racing as he felt the muscles inside stretch and collapse, each time Sasha drove in and out. His legs became numb, his toes curled up and cramped, as he took the hard thrusts inside.

Every now and then, he would feel Sasha lean down, bit at his ear lobe, or kiss the nape of his neck. Once or twice he managed to twist his head around, lift it up and kiss Sasha, who would bite his lower lip, and flick his tongue into Tomas’ open mouth. It seemed like hours were passing, as Sasha drove his cock in and out. Each thrust getting faster, digging into him deeper, until finally he heard that shriek. Sasha was not a quiet fuck, he liked to make noise. He would slap his ass, cry out several times, but this shriek, this yell was different. Tomas felt his whole body shaking, and he could feel the throbbing of Sasha’s cock as it ploughed through his insides, digging so far in, that several times he thought it would come out of his own throat. It hurt, and yet it didn’t. He cried out too, feeling his body tremble.

Sasha’s voiced boomed out, and suddenly his whole insides felt empty. He felt his cheeks clench, his heart skip a beat as it realized that the huge cock had gone from inside. Before he could say or do anything, he felt the hot jabbing liquid spurting over his trembling butt cheeks, and his taut lower back. Sasha was cumming, and he felt each drop as it splashed across his shaking body.

Sasha collapsed on him, his full weight pressing down on his own shaking body. He had felt the cum between them, the way it only spread across his back, as Sasha panted in his ear. It was unreal, the way he had taken him, had filled him. Yet it had just been a beginning, to what would be a memory he’d never forget. That wild night had led to much more than just one fuck and he felt his hand, as it moved quicker along his own cock.

He was feeling close, feeling the fullness of when Sasha had his whole cock buried deep inside. His eyes were closed tightly, as he the sun warmed his body, as the memory of that first night heated up his insides. His legs grew taut, as he recalled the stinging splashed of Sasha’s cum along his lower back, and he heard himself crying out, as his body bucked under his hand. His cock was jerking wildly and he felt his own cum now, as it spurted through his fingers.

Tomas was panting, just as Sasha had back then. He could feel the ache in his chest, as it heaved in the warm sunshine. His body slowly collapsed into the soft sand, as he let his hand fall to his side. The memory still there, the feeling of Sasha’s body pressing on top of his. He sighed, feeling relieved, as he opened his eyes, shading them from the bright sun.

It took him a few minutes, but slowly he stood up, and began to head once more for the water, to wash off the memory, and to feel the coolness calm his body down. As he started to walk towards the water, he felt suddenly like he wasn’t alone. He stopped, stared to either side, seeing no one. Then he turned his head, and looked up, at the towering cliff. He felt suddenly very chilled, because up on the cliff, he saw a lone figure, peering down at him. For an instant he felt like wanting to cover his groin, as he stared up at the figure that was obviously looking down at him.

Deceptive Packaging

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Seth moved down the long empty aisles, his clipboard in one hand, the pen in the other. His dark brown eyes kept darting right and left as he spotted the large displays, checking them off on his clipboard. When he came to one that wasn’t on the list, he would quickly scribble the code down and move on. It was all part of the ritual that meant the end of the day.

He had been given the job, and while most of the crew didn’t object, one or two of the old timers weren’t pleased with some punk 21 year old being handed the manager’s job. He didn’t blame them, it wasn’t like he had years in the place like they had, but then too, he wasn’t a dolt either. He took his job seriously, and didn’t mind pitching in either.

Besides, he had spent most of his summers working here, doing what they did. Shifting boxes and crates back and forth, so it wasn’t like he just walked in and got the job. He had the bruises, the sore muscles that reminded him of how heavy some of those crates could be. He knew first hand how fucked up things could get, if the boss hadn’t organized things properly for the crew, which is why he took his time, checking and double checking the stacks of goods, waiting for the next day’s work.

Now he was the boss, it was his job to keep things moving smoothly, even if some were out to get him. Least that was his perception, though in all honesty, it was a bit paranoid. Okay, maybe some didn’t take kindly to his promotion, specially Brad, but fuck, he had earned it. Brad could get stuffed, which wouldn’t be a bad idea actually.

Seth had never gotten along with Brad. The guy had a big mouth, though in kindler moments, Seth wouldn’t mind feeling that mouth wrapped around his dick. That was part of his trouble too, as Brad came across as one fucking homophobic prick. The guy was a year older than him, same slight build and looks, but there it ended.

While he had gone to college, still was in college, Brad had left school in grade 10, and had been working here since, full time. He wasn’t stupid, just that his family needed the money, though Brad had long since moved out on his own. Brad never had a good word for anyone, and always seemed to resent it when others got ahead, while he still stayed doing the same job.

Seth tried to help, by throwing him chances at overtime, and stuff, but Brad never seemed willing to accept it, least not normally. Yet, lately he had, which had really surprised Seth. It was hard though, because he was always the one stuck remaining too, and having to listen to Brad bitch. It might not be so bad, if the guy wasn’t so fucking hot, he had thought. He also wished he’d lay off the queer bashing talk. It pissed him off, but the more he worked with the guy, the more attracted to him he was becoming.

Like that was going to work out, he thought as he moved down the long empty aisles, checking off the crates. To think of making a move on him would be a disaster. Yet at times Seth wasn’t so sure that such a move would necessarily be rejected. He was certain he had caught Brad checking him out, at even looking like he was thinking of what was hidden behind Seth’s jeans.

Hell, he thought about what might be in Brad’s shorts many times. It had given him some good jerk off fantasies too, but no way was he going to risk being found out, for someone like Brad. While the guy was built, had a great looking body and face, his attitude sucked. Mind you, even thinking of that, it sort of got him a bit hard. Seth grimaced a little, adjusting the nearly hard cock in his pants, as he continued to walk down the empty aisles.

He heard his name being called, and looked up. It was coming over from the freight elevator, where Brad was working on getting the morning’s goods ready for loading. Quickly he hurried over to find out what the commotion was about. He saw the bottleneck near the doors, and carefully navigated over the huge crates, thinking some of the smaller items may have fallen or worse.

Gritting his teeth, he rushed and found himself in a clearing, surrounded by huge crates. The fork lift was idling behind one, but no sign of Brad, as he called out to him. Looking at the stack of crates, he realized he was boxed in, unless he was to try and climb back up over the huge crate that he had come down off of.

Sighing, he turned to find a handhold, to boost himself up with, when the crate suddenly moved. He heard the engine of the forklift, and yelled out, thinking that he could get crushed between crates. He pounded on the wooden framed crate as it moved inwards, forcing him back. It stopped at last, and Seth realized he was totally boxed in now. It would be a scramble to get out, but was manageable.

The sound of work boots on wood echoed and he looked up to see Brad’s face peering down at him. He had a strange glint in his eyes, and a rather ominous smirk on his face. He put his hands on his hips and just stared at Seth. For a moment or two, Seth felt uneasy, not sure what was going on, though he was damn sure going to find out. Looking up at Brad, he told him to help him up, but Brad just glared down at him, refusing to move, or even speak.

The smirk seemed to grow too, as Seth told him to stop playing games, to help him up but he refused. He was getting angry and he moved towards one corner, to try and boost himself up. He was going to settle this feud once and for all, he thought as he reached up to grab hold of a slat.

Brad’s voice rang in his ears, as he was told to stop, or he’d move the crate in more. Seth looked up at him, fear in his eyes, as he realized he had been set up. Brad was looking odd, and he tried to reason with him, instead Brad just smiled that evil looking grin at him, until finally Seth demanded to know what the fuck he was playing at.

‘Nothing man, just want to see if you can get out, like you took my job away, think you can do that?’

‘Fuck man, move away, and I’ll climb up, we’ll talk and figure this out.’

‘Nope, not until I get what I want’

‘And that is what?’

‘I want to see you get out, the same way you got my job.’

‘Shit man, I didn’t take your job, I did my work, just like everyone else, I didn’t make the choices’

‘Yeah right, you got the old man to promote you, can’t blame you too much, he is a sucker for your type.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? My type? What is my type Brad, college kid? What?’

‘You know what I mean, I have seen how he looked at you, at how you looked at him, hell, I have seen how you have looked at me that way too.’

‘What the fuck are you babbling about? I don’t look at anyone any different than any other one does.’

‘Not like everyone, I ain’t stupid, I can tell.’

‘Tell what? Fuck, this isn’t funny Brad, tell me what it is you want, and let me the fuck out of here.’

‘That the way you want it? To play dumb? I ain’t stupid man, but hell, if that’s what you want.’

‘Brad, I haven’t a clue as to what you mean, now tell me what it is you want, and let me out.’

‘Fine, drop em’

‘Uh? Drop what? Quit playing games Brad, this isn’t funny’

‘Your pants smart ass, come on, strip and let’s see exactly what it is that the old man saw, shouldn’t be hard for you, bet you drop your britches every time some old geezer blinks in your direction, anything to get ahead.’

Seth just stared up at Brad. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but in looking at him, he realized Brad wasn’t joking. He was dead serious. He felt himself trembling as he looked up, hearing those words, knowing it wasn’t true, but that somehow Brad believed it. For now, he felt the panic, but tried to keep it in check, so he could get out of this.

‘Your wrong Brad, I don’t drop my pants for anyone, where you getting that crap from, now come on, let me out of here.’

Brad stared down, and spat. He aimed it away from Seth, but it was more of a statement than anything. He just moved closer to the edge, looking down with a weird look crossing his face every few seconds. Seth could also see a rather thick looking bulge in the man’s groin, which was odd. It was as if Brad was hard, and he felt stupid, thinking of that shit, while in this position. Still, Brad was right about one thing, he had checked him out.

‘I ain’t gonna wait all day, either you drop em, or this crate gets moved in more, and more until you do, or can’t. Get my meaning college boy?’

Seth felt the anger in each word spat out at him. He could see it in the guy’s eyes too, and yet there was more to this than that. Why the fuck would he want to see him naked, if he himself wasn’t some sort of closet case? It was giving him the shakes, because he could see that Brad meant what he had said. He would move the crate, and no way could he climb out with it moving.

They stared at each other, and then Brad began to turn away, as if to go back to move the crate. He knew that he would too, and he yelled up, agreeing as he unbuckled his belt. The sound making Brad return to the edge of the crate top, to stare down.

Quickly he undid the buckle and button, then forced the zipper down, and kicked off his boots. Standing there, he looked back up, to see the intent eyes watching his every movement. The lips were set tightly together, as he pushed his work pants down, showing his boxer shorts. He tossed them off his feet, unwilling to be restricted from moving by them.

‘All the way college boy’

Seth glared but he knew he had no other choice, as took hold of his boxer shorts, shoving them down his legs, and also kicking them off his feet. He felt himself start to blush too, as he realized that despite the situation, he was aroused. His cock was as hard as a rock, or so it felt as he leaned down, to take the shorts off his feet, to toss to one side.

Naked, he stood back up, and stared up at Brad. His eyes were angry as he stood there, naked with his cock sticking straight out.

‘Happy now? Now can I get out of here?’

Brad was staring at him, but his eyes were fixed on Seth’s erect cock. He could see the eyes flickering, and he watched as Brad even licked his thin pale lips. He just stood there, waiting for Brad to get enough of a look, so he could get out. It was becoming a bit chilly, and the situation was slowly making itself felt in his body too. He could feel his cock softening as he waited.

‘Jerk it off, just like you do for the old men, go on college boy, jerk it, let’s see you do your stuff.’

‘Fuck off Brad, I don’t jerk it off for anyone.’

‘No? They jerk it for you, is that how you work it?’

‘I don’t work it, no one jerks me off, I got my job because I am good at the job, not because of what you think.’

‘Bullshit, now jerk it.’

‘No, you want to see me cum? You come down here and jerk it yourself, I told you, I don’t do that.’

It was a gamble, but he thought if he could get him down there, he could overpower him. Least, he could stand a chance and then get out to call the cops. He’d be naked, but fuck, what else could he do? He stood there, defiant, and spread his legs a little. He also noticed his cock was hard again. Damn it was annoying, because the truth was, he was frightened but also rather aroused.

To have Brad staring at his cock, to even think of him jumping down to take it in his hands and jerk him off, was rather exciting. Stupid maybe, to goad him, but he didn’t think he had any other choice. While it was also arousing, it was dangerous too. Looking up, he could see Brad’s face growing taut, as he struggled with Seth’s suggestion.

It seemed like Brad made up his mind, and before he realized it, the guy had jumped down. He was up on his feet, grimacing as he backed up towards the crate. Brad’s face was twisted in pain, or so it seemed, as he leaned against the crate. His breathing was labored, as he stood there, glaring. Yet even with that angry look, Seth couldn’t help but notice how his eyes would always move down to stare at his crotch, as his throbbing cock. They would only look for a second or two, but they kept going back, as if drawn to it.

‘Come on, you wanted to see me cum, you chickening out now? Come on, here’s my dick, go on, jerk it.’

‘I can’t’

‘All talk, aren’t you Brad, come on, here it is, you want to see it spurt, go on, take it in your hand, it’s what you want, go on’

‘I twisted my ankle, maybe broke it, it fucking hurts, or else I’d show you what I want.’

The words were spoken like gunshots. Each one clipped and barked out, and Seth felt the man’s pain, and then he realized, he had him. He could grab his clothes, and climb out and get the cops. There was nothing Brad could do now, and he looked down, to see he wasn’t even resting his one foot on the cement floor.

Seth moved to pick up his shorts. He bent over to slide one leg into the opening, and noticed how Brad was looking at him. Suddenly he felt rather sorry for the guy, and then noticed once more how full the guy’s package looked. Looking up, he saw the eyes, and finally recognized the hidden look. It was one of hunger, of yearning and in that one glance, Seth realized that Brad was nothing but an actor. He wasn’t homophobic, it was his way to hide who he was, to keep attention away.

He dropped his shorts, and stood there, unsure what to do. The guy had threatened him, had humiliated him too, and yet he felt strangely sorry for him. The idea of hitting him square in the face was still in his thoughts, but other thoughts were there too, as he saw him grimace, and look away from Seth.

‘Your leg, it hurting a lot?’

‘Yes, make you happy?’

‘No, no it doesn’t Brad, look, lower yourself onto the floor. Stretch out so there is no weight on it.’

‘Why? So you can stomp on it some as you climb over me?’

‘No, so I can see if its broken, before I get help.’

Brad glared for a minute, then his whole face suddenly changed to one of defeat. He could see the lips tremble, as slowly he lowered himself to the floor. His back rested against the crate as Seth walked over to him, standing in front of Brad’s feet. He couldn’t help but see how the guy stared at his cock. It was a bit pitiful, he thought, as he bent over to check out the foot.

He ran his hand along the lower leg, then lightly over the ankle. Brad grimaced but Seth didn’t feel anything broken. More than likely the force of him jumping down had merely twisted the ankle. Sitting on his haunch, he looked over at Brad.

‘Don’t think you broke it, a nasty sprain and it’ll swell like a balloon, unless we get some ice on it.’

‘You can tell the Cops to bring some when you call them.’

‘Cops? I uh, no, no Brad, I think we’ll just forget about all this, it ain’t worth the shit calling the Cops would create.’

‘Huh? You aren’t, I mean… why?’

‘Good question, I suppose because I think we both know, I didn’t get this job the way you said, and I think that well, I think maybe you uh.. oh hell Brad, let’s just forget it, okay? I didn’t get hurt, scared shitless, and you twisted your ankle, so let’s uh, let’s just forget it.’

‘I can’t, I mean, I guess I did know, it is just.. oh fuck, what’s the use. You fucking drive me nuts, the way you dress, those tight pants, and yeah, okay, I know you didn’t. I just.. I mean, I am stupid, I know it, I never did good in school, hell never got along with anyone there either, I know, I just… fuck I…’

Seth could see it in his eyes, and he moved forward, and crouched back down onto his legs, as he kneeled close to Brad. He could see the pain, but also the sadness too. There was so many different emotions flashing across Brad’s face that he felt like a heel. One part of him wanted to just slap him silly, for putting him through all this, then the other part wanted him to reach out and take his cock. Maybe he was just as fucked up as Brad?

‘You are Gay too, right?’

Brad suddenly went very tense. His body stiffened as he turned his face and looked into Seth’s eyes. There was a strange connection between them, as Brad just nodded. It was like a signal of defeat, which wasn’t how it should be. He felt Brad’s dejection and he couldn’t help himself. He reached out with his one hand, and brushed away the lock of hair that hung over the man’s face. He could see the dark eyes, the look, and he felt himself falling for him.

Despite all that had happened, his anger was somehow gone. He leaned inwards, and lightly brushed his lips over Brad’s forehead, giving him a soft kiss. Then he pulled back to see the face contorting, twisting as it struggled with the emotions. Then he felt Brad’s arms reach up, and encircle him, pulling him down closer. He felt the man’s lips crush into his own, and for a second he felt his breath rush out, as Brad kissed him hard on the lips.

The hands pulling him down, then began to move across and down his side. Holding him tightly as his tongue poked past Seth’s lips, digging into his mouth, to swirl and flirt with his own tongue. He felt the hot breath in his own mouth, as Brad suddenly was totally different. He wasn’t the loud mouthed fag basher, but a soul suddenly released of its hidden secret. He was stunned for several minutes, as they embraced and kissed.

Then Brad leaned over a bit, and began to caress Seth’s body, and they broke apart. Seth saw how Brad’s eyes moved right to stare at his erect cock. Damn, once more his body had made that leap, long before his mind could accept it. Somehow, he was no longer in danger, his body was instead aroused by Brad, forgetting all that had gone on.

He leaned inwards, sliding up too, and let his hard cock rest up against Brad’s upper thigh. He felt the sudden surge of electricity that seemed to pass between them both. He took hold of Brad’s head, and tilted it up to stare at. He smiled, and leaned forward to kiss the head, then he guided it down, watching as Brad slid his own body down, until his head was just above Seth’s groin.

Seth  let his head tilt back, and he closed his eyes as he thought he had to be living in a dream. He thought about pinching himself, to wake up from this nightmare now dream, but he knew it was real, as he arched his body inwards. He let his cock brush up more and then reached down to grip his own cock. He felt it throb as he held it outwards, and directed it towards Brad’s face.

Brad slowly lowered his head, until Seth could feel his hot breath on his pulsing cock. The blood in his body was suddenly rushing towards his cock, as he felt that first hesitant touch of Brad’s lips on the head of his cock. It made him tremble as Brad slowly lowered his face over his cock. The lips slowly sliding down the pole, holding it in his mouth.

He groaned as Brad’s face moved down to poke into the soft belly, and he felt the edge of his teeth, as he began to move his head back up, tasting all of his quivering pole. It was more than he had thought, as his body shuddered. The adrenalin from earlier, mixed with the sensations coming from his groin. It was too much for him, as he placed his hands on Brad’s head, holding it on his cock, refusing to let him take it off totally. He kept urging it on, his body aching as he began to match the in and out motion of Brad’s head.

His hips would meet the inward motion, sending his cock deeper into the willing mouth. As Brad pulled back, Seth’s body would pull back, and on it went for several minutes. Each time the motion would go faster, each time he thought his cock couldn’t go any deeper into Brad’s mouth, but it did. His whole body was shuddering, his legs began to grow taut, to even go numb. Seth felt his head getting dizzy, as his hips continued to push out, to drive his throbbing cock.

He bit his lip, then began to moan as he heard the slurping sounds coming from his crotch. He felt Brad’s tongue as it licked the pulsating vein under his shaft. The lips held him tightly as he felt his balls ache and sling upwards. The sounds, the musky smell of sweat, all joined together to make his head swim. He was dizzy as he cried out, feeling his body surrendering to the moment. Brad’s hands moved around his gyrating hips, digging into his flesh, as they tried to hold him, while he bucked. The sounds of being sucked grew louder, then muffled as he cried out one last time. His voice, his scream echoed in the empty warehouse, as he shot his hips forward.

It was hard as he heard the gurgling sound, felt the back of Brad’s throat as his body exploded. The head backed off a bit, but quickly moved back down, taking even more of his body. He thought briefly that his whole groin would be swallowed, as Brad’s nose dug into his flesh, between his groin and thigh. The mouth was tight, and he could feel Brad’s throat filling and swallowing faster and faster. He cried out, heard a muffled moan, almost whimper, as he pulled hard on Brad’s head, while thrusting his body forward as hard as he could.

Seth felt his whole body shaking, as the last of his cum dribbled into Brad’s mouth. He was gasping for air, as he rolled away from Brad, pulling his cock out and just panting. He heard the shallow breathing and turned his face, to see Brad laying there, his eyes glazed over as he stared upwards, his chest heaving. Small drops of cum were drying on the corners of his mouth, and some was even on his chin, as he lay there, panting just like Seth was. His body was also quivering and finally he turned his face towards Seth, the eyes warm and inviting.

It gave Seth a strange little jolt, as he stared at the man who had lured him into what could have been a dangerous trap. Instead of feeling angry, he felt relieved, and wanting to know more. His own eyes reflected his feelings, as Brad let one hand fall across Seth’s heaving chest.

He didn’t need any words to know what Brad was thinking, nor did Brad. They just stared at each other, knowing that what had just happened, was far from over. As they lay there, slowly recovering, Seth looked down to see Brad’s crotch, a large wet spot to one side of the zipper. He smiled at Brad, who looked down at his own crotch, smiled back.  Seth merely smiled, waiting for his breathing to return to normal, his body already gearing up for more, just as Brad’s body was.

Barn Refuge 2

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Nicholas felt his heart in his throat as he stared at the figure in the doorway. He looked tall, and menacing, thanks to the weather and the beaming flashlight that sat glued to his exposed cock. He didn’t know what to say, as he stared at the man, unsure of what would happen. He thought about jumping up, to leave, but he couldn’t see another way out, other than past the figure in the doorway.

Another peal of thunder, flash of lightning made him flinch, and then the light began to move closer. The figure took off his hat, and seemed to wipe his forehead, as he approached, suddenly talking in a less frightening voice.

‘That your Rabbit off the road up there?’

Nicholas pulled his pants up, stuffing his cock back into the underwear, and the flashlight moved to beam directly into his face. He raised a hand up, to shield his eyes to look out.

‘Yes’ was all he could manage in a rather weak voice.

‘Car trouble?’

‘Yes’

The man was coming closer, and as he did Nicholas saw that he was rather young looking, maybe in his mid twenties. He was decked out in a yellow poncho, but the hat was a dead giveaway. Just his luck to have a State Trooper walk in on his jerk off session. He just lay there, sitting up on his elbows as the man came closer. Despite the rain gear, the man looked rather attractive. He had a nice face, that was thin and pale looking.

‘Looks like you found a way to pass the time’

Nicholas saw the man’s face now, saw his eyes staring at him from under the brim of the hat, and he felt a little better. The officer didn’t look angry or anything as he just sort of smiled back at him.

‘Been a long drive’

‘I see, you always break into people’s barns, to whack off, or just when your car supposedly breaks down?’

Fear was once more rising up inside of him, as the State Trooper stood a few feet from him. He was well built, filling out the poncho rather well. Despite the words, Nicholas felt a bit excited by the fact that he had been seen. He didn’t think he was in much trouble, but then you never could tell. He stared up at the Trooper, and saw him once more looking down at his crotch.

‘The door was open, I needed a place to get out of the storm.’

‘So you say.’

‘It’s the truth, I wasn’t about to start walking back to that gas station, has to be 40 miles away, what else could I do?’

‘Stay in your car’

‘Not if I wanted to sleep’

‘Or play with yourself?’

Nicholas swallowed his saliva a few times, looking at the man’s eyes. There was a strange glint in them, as he had said that. Something in his tone made him look up, and suddenly the tension just disappeared. It was odd, but he thought the guy was hitting on him, his eyes had barely moved from staring at his open crotch. His cock might be hidden, but it wasn’t exactly soft and sort of tented his underwear that was clearly visible to the Trooper.

‘Not much else to do, I wasn’t tired, and well, it sort of helped ease the frustration.’

It sounded cocky, and the Trooper sort of just stood there. He glanced down at Nicholas. He could see the mind working, and as he looked, Nicholas spread his legs open a bit more. He was taking a risk, but the man looked hot. The adrenalin was pumping still, and he felt rather flushed as he sort of just waited, sensing that maybe the car breaking down wouldn’t be a total disaster.

‘Did it help?’

‘Sort of, for a moment’

The peal of thunder made them both look at the storm howling outside the barn. The Trooper removed his hat and stared out at the rain coming down. He turned to look down at Nicholas, and smiled at him.

‘Been a frustrating night, all right’

His smile grew, as Nicholas was certain now. The man was indeed putting the make on him. He just smiled back, and ran his hand down his own leg, not over his cock, but off to one side. He could see the Trooper lick his lips, as he answered the Officer.

‘I may know a way to help ease that feeling.’

The trooper stood there for a second or two, then he pulled the poncho off. He stood there, his uniform looking rather appealing to Nicholas. He saw how it fitted him well, how his whole appearance looked rather assuring. The gun in the holster to one side, the microphone of his two way attached to his shoulder, all added up to an impressive image.

‘I bet you do, but maybe I have a different solution.’

The words were said in a tone that made Nicholas once more feel frightened. He looked at the man, again thinking how handsome he looked in his uniform. The eyes were sparkling, holding a secret glint in them, that made Nicholas feel rather excited. He didn’t know what was happening but he felt himself growing very aroused. It was quickly doused when the Officer spoke next.

He commanded him to stand up, his one hand on the butt of his gun, and Nicholas suddenly felt the panic in his heart. He stood up, to be told to turn around. As he stood up, his pants fell down to rest around his knees. He did as he was told, and felt the man reach out, and pat his down, his hand running along his sides, and then the front as he felt for concealed weapons.

The sound of metal echoed, followed by a loud peal of thunder. Nicholas flinched, then felt the man grab hold of his one hand, and suddenly he felt a handcuff click shut on it. His other hand was then manacled as well and he was beginning to panic. He tried to speak, but his mouth was suddenly very dry. No words would come, as the man guided him over to the wooden stall, where the lantern was hanging over.

He was pushed up towards it. The Trooper then began to reach down, and feel the pockets of his pants. He made sure there was nothing in them, and in fact turned them out. A condom fell out of one, and he heard the man exhale a little as he picked it up. The man reached around, and held it in front of Nicholas.

‘What’s this for then?’

‘The Condom? I always have one in my pocket, in case.’

‘You said you were alone.’

‘I am, honest, I just have one in my pocket, a precaution, honest.’

The man told him to stay put, and he began to move around the barn. His flashlight was moving all over, looking in all the corners, as if he expected someone to jump out. For several minutes he searched the barn, then returned to stand just behind Nicholas.

‘No one with you?’

‘No, no, honest, I am alone, I told you, I was heading up to visit a friend for spring break, the car broke down. I came here to escape the storm, honest.’

‘And to jerk off.’

‘yes’

He felt the man moving in closer. He felt him leaning up against his side, and could feel the man’s breath on his face. The hand on his shoulder, moved down his side, but it wasn’t rough or hard even. It was more sensual, that made his whole body suddenly tremble. His cock was once more growing, as the Trooper’s hand moved down to his thigh, and it stopped there. It was resting lightly on his bare thigh, just below the leg of his underwear.

‘Easing the frustration, you said.’

‘yes’

‘still feeling that way’

‘I uh, I don’t know’

The man suddenly reached around, and grabbed hold of his cock. It was rock hard, He squeezed it hard, then stepped back.

‘Feels like you are just horny, isn’t that the truth?’

The hand held his cock hard. He felt the pressure increasing as the Trooper waited for him to answer. Nicholas was starting to sweat, unsure what was happening, yet enjoying the thrill of it all, as he choked out a sort of yes to the man’s demanding voice.

When he did, the hand moved away from his cock, then he heard the sound of pants being unbuckled, button being popped, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He want to look back, over his shoulder, but was too frightened to do so. He stood there, as he heard a grunt, then he felt a bare knee move between his legs, spreading them apart even more.

Nicholas didn’t say a word, as he felt the man’s breath on his back, and then the feel of his underwear suddenly being pulled down off his body. His cheeks were shaking as he stood there, his pants and underwear at his ankles. The sudden whack on his cheeks, startled him. He cried out, as he felt the Trooper reach down, running his hand down between his cheeks, then the fingers began to probe at his hole, teasing it. The sound of the man spitting then once more he felt the man’s fingers near his hole, and he grunted, as two fingers pushed past his tiny pink opening.

The man was quick as the fingers penetrated him. He felt his body shake a little, his legs go a bit wobbly as the fingers dug in deep, and began to twist and move around inside. He moaned a little, then felt a hand tighten on his shoulder. The fingers were moving in and out, slowly at first, then quicker with each inward thrust. He tried to push his legs apart more, but couldn’t because of his clothes.

The fingers in his ass, the hand holding his shoulder, and the force of the penetration made him jump each time the Trooper pushed in. He felt his body shaking each time he was lifted up onto his toes. It hurt but didn’t, as the man continued to increase the speed. Each time he was penetrated, he felt like the guy was about to shove his whole arm into him. He groaned, hearing the Trooper grunt more and more as he dug his fingers deep inside.

Suddenly he felt an emptiness, as the Trooper removed his fingers. He heard the metal clank and felt his hands pulled back, and suddenly his hands were free from being held together, though one of the bracelets was still attached. The Trooper pulled him over and lifted his cuffed hand up, and attached the other end to a ring dangling down from a thick beam.

A blanket was tossed over the stall rail, that he was now standing in front of. The Officer then reached down and yanked his pants and underwear off his feet, tossing them back towards where his backpack was. Roughly, the officer pushed on his back, making him bend over the railing. His stomach rubbed up against the old blanket and he knew the guy was going to take him up the ass.

His legs quivered, as the Trooper’s knee moved inside his legs, and shoved them apart. A hard whack on his buttocks made him flinch, and he looked over his shoulder. The trooper had his hat on, his shirt was open, and all Nicholas could see was the glint in the eyes. They were so tightly focused he doubted the man knew he was looking at him.

Another hard whack on his cheeks, made him cry out a little, and then he heard the condom package being ripped open.  He had no idea how hung the guy was, which scared him a little, but he also felt the thrill of this forced fuck. His heart was pounding, as he waited for the first push, that first press into his body. His thighs were quivering as he felt the man step inwards more. He could feel the man’s legs inside of his own, and felt them trembling just like his own.

He breathed in as something hot and thick was shoved up onto his back, just above his ass. He felt it wedged between his cheeks, pushing them apart by its size. He tensed up a little, but tried to relax, to not add to the upcoming penetration. He breathed out, then quickly breathed in more air, as the cock was being slowly pushed down between his cheeks. A knee pushed one leg further apart, and he felt the strain at his hips.

The cock was wedged tightly between his cheeks, resting right over his pink hole. He waited, holding his breathe, as the man slapped one cheek, then prodded his shaking flesh. Then in a quick jab, he felt the huge cock head pushing forward, spreading his hole, pushing aside his taut muscles. Nicholas breathed out as the cock was slowly worked past his hole, into his rectum.

It hurt, and yet as the pain slowly gathered, slowly made its way up his spine, to his body, he felt the pleasure too. His legs continued to quiver now, the back muscle shaking like a taut wire. The cock head was firmly inside of him, and the Trooper reached around with both hands, to grip his hips.

He felt the fingers digging into his flesh, and then as they were firmly in place, the man pulled back on his body. As he did, his own hips arched forward, and in that instant, he felt the huge cock drive in deep. He cried out as the huge pole sliced inside, filling and stretching every muscle inside. Nicholas bit his lip, tasting a little of his own blood as the man pulled his hips back, grinding in his own crotch into Nicholas’ ass. The hard pubic hairs scratched deep inside his cheeks, as the huge cock was firmly impaled into his body.

The Trooper ground his hips into Nicholas’ body. He heard him grunt, then moan a little as he began to move in and out. It wasn’t slow and it became much faster with each thrust. The hands dug into his side, holding his hips steady, as he pounded his own body in and out. The waves of pain and pleasure became one rolling mixture inside. His nerves were tingling, his muscles useless as the man just kept driving his huge cock in and out. He felt each thrust, felt his body jerk forward, despite the firm grip on his hips.

He began to moan, as the speed grew and grew. The sound of flesh slapping onto flesh echoed in the empty barn in between peals of thunder. The Trooper pounded him for what seemed an eternity. He was dripping with sweat, that poured down onto Nicholas’ back, to mix with his own. His back felt like a river was rolling down it, as the body kept crashing into his.

His own body was aching, his cock was flying from one side to another, slapping into his own body as he was fucked hard by the Trooper. His balls ached, and his legs were becoming numb. The hand held by the handcuff was already numb and he could feel the sweat just pouring off his forehead as his ass was rammed time and time again.

The hard penetration was becoming harder now. Each inward thrust nearly lifted him up off his feet, as the tempo suddenly slowed down. He didn’t know which was harder, the rapid fire of that cock into his ass, or this new slow and deep thrusts. Each one harder and deeper than the previous one. Each one nearly making him lift up into the air. The Trooper held him tight, and he heard him groaning constantly. He too was moaning as he heard another peal of thunder shake the barn itself. Then the scream from the Trooper, his voice booming over the fading peal of thunder, as his body jerked hard, Nicholas felt himself flung forward, his body crushing into the wooden railings in front, as the huge cock was driven its deepest yet. The force was unreal too, as he felt the power and then felt the cock trembling deep inside his body. It was jerking, shaking and he knew the Trooper was shooting his load. He was certain he could feel the cum filling the condom, thickening the huge pole even more as it surrounded the throbbing pole, buried deep inside.

Nicholas felt the man’s full weight come down on his back, as the man lay there for several minutes, totally exhausted. He could feel the man’s breathe on is back, the heavy panting sounds slowly subsiding. At last he was strong enough to lean back, to pull the last of his cock from Nicholas’ ass. The hand on his back trembled just as Nicholas’ own legs still quivered a bit.

The handcuff was unlocked, and he turned around, rubbing his wrist as he stared into the Trooper’s face. Nicholas looked at him, and smiled. The man smiled back and as the man pulled his pants up, he told Nicholas that was how he handled his frustrations. Nicholas looked at him for a second, then as he sat back down on the pile of hay where his magazine lay, he looked up at the man.

‘Nice’ he said, as he looked up at the Trooper, licking his lips as he spoke.