Pool Bitch

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The heat had been unbearable, even for Los Angeles. He didn’t mind it so much, if it wasn’t for having to work. They were a bunch of prudes at the office, insisting everyone wear a shirt and tie. Being an intern didn’t help but hell, least he had a job, plus a decent place to live in.

Throwing his clothes onto the bed in his tiny little apartment, he felt the breeze from his fan. It felt good against his sweaty flesh, as he contemplated a cold shower or heading down to the pool. It was one of the major perks of living in LA, everyone virtually had a pool, and his complex was small, so the pool wasn’t as crowded as the bigger apartment complexes.

The idea of putting on some swim gear and just stretching out on one of the chaise lounge chairs was attractive. Still, it wouldn’t be the same since Mark had moved out over the weekend. That gave him a bit of a frown, as he had enjoyed the occasional flings he had with Mark.

Mark was his age, 22, and was built like a Greek God. He had a well defined chest, nice abs and man did he have a nice cock. Uncut and about 8 inches too, which was great for those odd times Mark screwed him. Not often, because well, Mark maintained he was straight, but Chad doubted that. The guy just enjoyed having his cock sucked, and fucking Chad, to be straight.

Problem was, he had moved out. Gone to Houston of all places. He had only told Chad the day before, but he had shown his appreciation that night. Christ, he still ached in his ass from the pounding he had gotten. Walking at work all day hadn’t been exactly a treat, and even now, he felt a bit sore.

He had been pretty pissed off, when Mark had broken the news to him. Had stewed about it all day too, and when he had gotten home, he felt like shit. It was another hot day too, just like today but he had opted then for the shower. He couldn’t bear to be at the pool, and know that Mark was leaving. Shit, the times they had spent there, sitting side by side just bullshitting about things. Mark was real easy to talk to, and was in fact the only guy he had come out to, without knowing how he would react.

Mark had merely looked at him, and shrugged his shoulders. He made out that it was no big deal, and no, they hadn’t jumped into bed then and there. He kind of wished they had, now that he had gone, but it had taken time before it had come up. Again, it was at the pool, which was one more reason he had stayed away that night. Too painful of a memory, to sit there, and not have Mark to talk with.

They had become friends. It wasn’t just about sex either, as they liked a lot of the same things. Chad was into art, so was Mark. Chad enjoyed the more involved movies, as did Mark. He was into chess, reading, and other things that Chad loved to do. They had spent many nights playing chess together, and it had just happened between them. Mark had a rough night, with some girl from work, and they had sat around outside, bitching about women, when it just came up.

Next thing Chad knew, they were in his apartment, Mark was spread out on the bed, his legs off the side, his pants down and Chad was staring at that uncut cock. It was rock hard too, he recalled. One more indication that Mark was not totally straight.

That night, was one he’d remember as well as last night. It was just like now, hot and he had undressed, to decide when Mark had knocked on his door. Chad hadn’t thought before opening the door, and the look on Mark’s face had made him realize that he was just wearing his boxer shorts.

He really hadn’t been in the mood for Mark, but the guy was leaving, plus the look of lust in his face, was too much to resist. He had let him in, and it was awkward. Silence was not something they were used when together, until finally Mark broke the silence by just staring down at Chad’s crotch. His eyes looked like they were on fire, the look was so intense. It felt strange to have this supposed straight guy staring at his crotch.

Without even a word, Mark had just stood up, walked over to the bed, and undressed. It was the first time that Chad had seen Mark totally nude. He never took everything off. His pants would always be at his ankles or his shirt tossed over his shoulders and back. Never did he take them all off, but he did last night. It made Chad get hard real fast as he just looked at Mark.

Mark climbed onto the bed, and reached over to the nightstand, where Chad kept his sex stuff. There was some lube, some Condoms , and even a dildo . One thing Mark never let him bring out. This night seemed different, as Mark put the lube on the table, then the condoms, more than one, and to Chad’s surprise, the dildo came out as well. Mark then simply looked over at Chad, staring at Chad’s crotch. His eyes bore in, and he licked his lips as he then looked up into Chad’s eyes.

‘Let’s make this one we’ll remember, if you are game’

Like when wouldn’t he be? Besides, as mad as he was, Mark was too hot to not want to do him, even pissed off, he’d not turn that opportunity down. Chad couldn’t believe his ears, but as he began to move forward, to suck on Mark’s hard dick, he was stopped by Mark’s words.

‘Lose the skivvies’

It made him stop dead in his tracks. The way Mark looked at him, the obvious desire was nearly enough to make him cum. Never, in all their little trysts, did Mark want to see him nude. When he wanted to fuck Chad, he’d never seemed to look, but would do Chad standing up, bending him over and just doing it. His hands would hold his hips, but never reach around, never really do anything. So to actually be told to strip, before he got to Mark, well that was already making the night memorable.

The shorts were off in record time, and as he stood back up, to look over at Mark, he could have sworn that Mark’s cock looked a bit stiffer. His eyes locked onto Mark’s and he couldn’t believe the feeling he got from that look. There was something odd lurking behind the obvious lust.

As he began to climb onto the bed, to be between Mark’s open legs, he got his second surprise. Mark told him to come lay beside him, and moved over on the bed, giving Chad room to climb up, to rest next to him. He scampered up quickly, and as he did, Mark turned to lean on his side, to look directly at Chad. He didn’t say anything either, which had Chad on pins and needles. He felt so out of his element, that he flinched when Mark reached out with his hand.

Mark drew it back, looked at Chad, smiled and once more put his hand outwards, to let it rest on Chad’s chest. The touch made him quiver, as tiny jolts raced up and down his body. He could feel his leg tremble a bit, as Mark began to gently caress his pecs. It felt so good, that he actually sighed, which seemed to make Mark grin even more.

He lay there, as Mark seemed in no hurry to get sucked off, and instead seemed to rather be enjoying his touching of Chad’s body. The way the fingers moved oh so lightly over his tingling skin, made him quiver all over. In his own eyes he knew he was showing his feelings, but fuck it, he couldn’t help it. He had always liked Mark, had actually thought that he was in love with him, though it had never come up in their conversations. Still, right now, this minute, Chad knew he was in love.

Mark didn’t seem to mind the look either, as he mostly stared at Chad, watching as his hand moved along the flesh. He would just stare, a strange glint in his eyes, as his hand moved across Chad’s firm nipple, then move down his side. The hand was so light, so almost not there, that it was giving Chad goose bumps. Mark didn’t seem to notice, as he just kept running his hand along his side, going further each pass down.

While Mark was definitely better built, Chad was no slouch either. He might not be a regular at any gym, but he ran several times a day, ate modestly, and did swim a lot. He had muscles, not over defined, but you knew he had them. Now, as Mark’s hand moved along his hip, to his thigh, he felt the muscles rolling beneath the gentle touch. He felt his cock stiffening even more, the blood rushing to it, as Mark’s hand stroked his thigh.

Chad sucked in his breath, as he felt the fingers move down from his thigh, along the front up to his hip, then down, and down even more. He could feel the ache in his chest, as the fingers ever so lightly, began to brush over his pubic hairs. His legs twitched as he felt the tips of the fingers move across his soft groin. The pubic hairs tingled, and he felt his muscles jerk, as the hand brushed past the very root of his cock.

It was almost too much. He fought his body for control, unwilling to surrender. As much as he wanted to, he fought desperately to hold back, to give Mark the time he obviously wanted. No sudden cum hitting him, to maybe ruin the moment, or perhaps turn him off. This was all new to him, as he felt the fingers suddenly move upwards, towards his cock. The tips were there, touching him, as he moaned, unable to hold his pleasure back. His body was quivering uncontrollably, as Mark lightly moved one single finger upwards, and along the throbbing pole. Chad groaned as he opened his eyes, to see the deep concentration on Mark’s face. He wanted to reach out, to grab hold and crush him next to his own body, to kiss those thin red lips and taste him, but he held back.

Closing his eyes, he felt the cock jerk, felt his balls aching, as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cum, not yet, not now. He was whimpering as the finger moved up the shaft, to circle just under his cock head. He was cut, unlike Mark. His head was throbbing, as Mark’s finger lightly moved around underneath the cap. He felt his body stiffening, his legs shooting out and beginning to cramp up. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, as the finger now moved up, to touch the hot head itself.

Mark’s finger moved along the head, teasing him as it didn’t go over his oozing slit. He felt his body trembling, his hands were also cramping up now, as Mark’s finger suddenly moved across the top of the cock head. He felt his pre cum being smeared across the head, felt the finger hesitate a second. Then he heard a soft moan, and once more he opened his eyes.

The face was constricted, but by desire. He could feel Mark’s need, as he found himself laying flat on his back. His eyes stared briefly at the ceiling then closed again, as Mark’s finger moved down the underside of his throbbing dick. He couldn’t help tremble, the sensation too much. His hands were bunched up, his toes curled outwards, making his feet ache. His legs were quivering, with each motion of the fingers, as they moved down the shuddering pole. He sucked in his breath, willing himself to not surrender, but then it just couldn’t be helped.

At first he wasn’t sure what it was, as his whole body began to convulse at the sensation. He felt his balls slinging up, as he felt the warm wet touch on the very tip of his cock. He shuddered as he realized that Mark had just kissed his cock head. His eyes bugged open, to see Mark’s head lowered over his groin. The hands were no longer touching him, but one was on his far thigh, holding his twitching leg down and open. The other hand was resting on his rolling stomach muscles, and the head was right over his dick.

He blinked, as the sensations raced up and down his body. He felt the lips, their warmth, as they closed around his cock head. Chad couldn’t believe what he was feeling, but his body did. He felt the blood rushing to his cock, his head becoming dizzy as the swirling emotions inside finally exploded.

Chad felt his buttocks lift up off the bed, his cock shooting upwards, past the lips and teeth. He cried out, a loud piercing cry, as he felt himself giving in to the electrical shocks running in his body. His heart was thundering, the roar making his ears echo as his body took over. Every fiber inside of his body was suddenly let loose. Every nerve was shrieking, as his muscles unwound, making his entire frame shake and quake.

He could feel the head of his cock rearing back, making him cry out louder, his breathing becoming ragged and difficult. His panting breath barely heard among the thundering of his heart, as the head shot outwards. Chad felt his body push forward, his hands pushing him upwards, his hips shooting up and off the bed, higher and higher. His cock was driving upwards, deep into the soft moist throat of Mark.

It exploded, making him grow weak. His sudden thrust upwards ended as quickly as it began. He sank back to the bed, making it shake. The lips held his cock, despite its explosion. He felt the muscles of the throat, as the cum was swallowed, and he heard the gurgle that comes from it. His head was confused, as his body continued to shoot its milk outwards. He heard Mark struggle with the fluid, but he couldn’t stop. His body was no longer his to command, as the lips remained tightly around the throbbing cock.

It took him several minutes, to finally catch his breath. He had looked over at Mark, had seen him unrolling a condom down his own blood gorged cock, and in a minute, Chad found himself being flipped over, his legs being spread wide apart, and the press of a hard thick pole wedged between his buttocks. He hardly had time to think, before the pain lanced upwards, to mingle with the still rolling waves of pleasure from his ejaculation. His body continued to tremble as Mark showed him no mercy. There was no waiting for him to get used to the thick cock, or anything.

He felt the searing pain, then as it dove deeper, he cried out, feeling the pain take hold. His legs were still numb as Mark drove his cock all the way in. It was quick and hard, and made him grunt as he felt Mark’s crotch digging into his buttocks. He felt the wet pubic hairs around the insides of his butt cheeks, as Mark kept pushing inwards. Then when he couldn’t go any further he suddenly began to withdraw the cock. It was quick, and once more it was being driven hard back inside. Chad cried out, his hands pounding his bed, his teeth clenching at the bed sheet. He bit hard on his own sheets, as his whole body shuddered with each powerful thrust into him.

Chad felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as the pain kept growing inside, yet in some odd way, began to make him feel excited, aroused. His spent dick was already feeling like it could go another round, as his ass got into the rhythm. He felt himself rising up to meet the downward thrust. He felt the inside of his ass stretch open wider, to take all of the hot cock. He felt himself grunt, his chest heaving as Mark fucked him.

He kept twisting his head from side to side, his legs moved outwards, as he opened himself up fully. He wanted it, all of it, and as it kept pounding inside, he began to moan, louder and louder with each thrust. Chad heard himself begging, urging Mark to drive it in faster, to drive it in harder. He couldn’t believe his own words, as he continued to plead, to drive Mark onwards.

The cry made him stop, and despite the condom over the cock, he felt the throbbing pole shake. He could feel each shudder, as it exploded inside of him. He wished he could feel the cum fill his hole, but he was satisfied by feeling the cock itself tremble. He felt Mark collapse on top of his back. They stuck together as both were drenched in sweat, as slowly Mark pulled his spent penis out of Chad’s ass.

Mark rolled off ,and lay next to Chad. Both had been panting, and the sweat had made them stick to each other, or so it had seemed. They must of laid there for several minutes, just catching their breathes. Still, it was a night he wouldn’t soon forget, and as he thought about it, he realized his hand was sticky and wet. Looking down, he realized that he had whacked off, and not even noticed. The knocking on his door finally registered as he quickly pulled up his boxer shorts.

He felt like an idiot, wondering how long someone had been knocking. Chad was still recalling last night, as he hurried over to the door, unsure who it was, nor really caring. As he opened the door, he stepped back, stunned. His heart was suddenly racing as he just stared at the figure in the door.

‘Come with me’ was all the figure said, as Chad jumped into his arms, clutching him tightly, kissing him all over, and being kissed back.

Chasing Youth

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It wasn’t like Mr. Withers had suggested. He could see the anger in the man’s face, that of his wife too, but they were wrong. Dylan wasn’t some old pervert, hell he wasn’t old as far as he was concerned. It had only been his 40^th birthday a week ago, so while the Wither’s might think he was old, he sure as hell didn’t. Neither did their son Marshall, the reason for their little pow wow.

Marshall had come into his life last year, when the Withers had moved in next door. He was a tall young man, not blond but sort of, what they called a dirty blond colour. He was thin, about 150 pounds but man he was built solid. Every pound seemed to be pure muscle, and Dylan knew every inch of Marshall’s body, though it had only recently happened.

The threats from Mr. Withers were rather pathetic, and yet Dylan didn’t blame him too much. After all Marshall was still their child, even if he was half way past his nineteenth birthday. They still thought of him as a kid, when the fact was, Marshall was a damn site more self reliant than they seemed to comprehend, or want to.

He was taking classes at the local community college, was even on the college’s track team. Fact was, he had earned the money to go their, saved it since he was just a kid, and his parents just didn’t seem to understand how grown up that had been. They didn’t even question it actually, which rather pissed Dylan off. You would think they would want to know how their son had saved enough money to pay for tuition, something they should have done actually.

Double standard there he thought, as he pursed his lips, staring over at the two angry middle aged hypocrites. Marshall worked hard for his money and still did. He did odd jobs in the neighbourhood, for others as well as him, which is how he had met Marshall. Thing was, he also had a full time job at a local coffee slash internet café, where he was now the manager. It paid not bad either, and yet these sanctimonious hypocrites didn’t even acknowledge Marshall’s skills. All they could think of, it seemed, was that he was somehow involved with a man who was 40, having ungodly sex with him. They blamed him, as if he had somehow corrupted their innocent child, who was not so innocent. He knew for a fact that Marshall had been having sex with other men since he was way too young, but they were with guys his own age. His leap into Dylan’s bed was his first time with an older man, a much older man, but the Withers didn’t seem to follow that.

They thought it sick, but frankly he didn’t give a shit. Their claims of him being some child molester only infuriated him, because it was not only a lie, but a damn insult. Sure, Marshall was not yet 20, so he was older by 20 years and six months, didn’t make him a child molester. Plus, Marshall had been the one who instigated that first tryst, not him. It was Marshall who first approached him, who made the first advances, and he had resisted. God how he had resisted, but Marshall had wanted him,

For the life of him, Dylan never could understand why. Marshall was a dream, he had the looks, the build, the equipment while he was an older man, an accountant with a paunch, balding a little on top, but other than that, nothing special. He was ordinary, yet Marshall had wanted him, had pursued him even, which is just one reason why he had fallen for the guy.

The problem he supposed, was that it was odd for someone like Marshall, to be with someone like him. He was older, more set in his ways nor was he rich either. He managed okay, but it was something that didn’t seem to matter to Marshall. Course what had made his parents come storming over, had been his announcement that he was moving out from their home, to live with him.

Dylan had to admit, it was a big step. It was quick too, because while he had known Marshall for just over a year, their relationship hadn’t become sexual until three or so months ago. It was still fresh, yet already he had surrendered his personal freedom, by agreeing to Marshall moving in. He still couldn’t believe how he had accepted the idea, warmed to it almost instantly. He was a loner, always had been, yet with Marshall, somehow things seemed different, seemed fresher as well as more enjoyable.

Simply going for a walk in the park, had become something exciting. Hell even getting up at the crack of dawn to go jobbing with Marshall had become fun, enjoyable. He had even lost five pounds, which still amazed him. Exercise was never his passion, jogging least of all. Yet Marshall had somehow not only gotten him to wake up at the wee hours, but to actually dress in sweat pants and go jogging with him.

They had breakfast together, some weird health stuff, that he really didn’t care for, which he no longer even thought about. It was looking at Marshall, watching his jaw work the crunchy food that captured his attention at the table. The way his eyes would glow when they would sit down, facing each other. The smile that would cross his face, making his thin pale lips seem fuller, as well as desirable. It was just one of the reasons he had agreed, without thinking of the consequences.

Frankly, he didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Not about what Mr. & Mrs. Withers thought or the neighbours. It didn’t matter if his whole life would be turned around, that he would find himself sharing a bathroom with a teenager, or anything else. His whole schedule was already shot, was the instant he had surrendered to Marshall’s insistence advances.

Looking at the two parents, Dylan knew they would never understand, simply because they couldn’t understand that two grown adults, both males, could actually find something to share, beyond just a physical attraction. Though, that certainly was a factor, he realized that it wasn’t everything.

Their first time, was not some wild passionate sex orgy. Sitting, looking at the disbelief, he realized that what made Marshall so special, wasn’t his prowess in sucking dick, in making Dylan groan and scream as his ass got ploughed, but was in how he made him feel human, feel wanted. Yes the sex was damn good, unbelievably good, but it was more than that, and their first time together was just a classic example of that.

He could feel the excitement, that he first felt when he had suddenly decided to accept the advances. Marshall had been leaning against him, while they watched some old movie on the Turner Classic Network. Marshall had his hand on Dylan’s knee, had squeezed it a few times, and even caressed the inner thigh a little. He always was trying, and normally Dylan would gently move the hand back to Marshall’s own leg, but this night, this time he didn’t.

Instead he let the hand stay, which didn’t go far. It just sat there, uncertain, and then he could feel it, the slight tremble in the arm, as Marshall understood the signal. The hand reached out, and slowly made its way to lay across his crotch. He felt the tingling running up and down Marshall’s arm, or maybe it was his own quivering, but whichever, it made him feel different, more relaxed than nervous.

He had turned to look at Marshall, saw the questioning look of those innocent eyes, and had smiled. It didn’t take more, as the hand suddenly gripped his crotch, squeezing the lump inside, which only made Dylan smile more. He liked the touch, and he could smell the cologne, as it wafted past him. It was a fresh scent, one that only young men like Marshall could ever exude.

As he leaned back, opening his legs slightly, he found the other arm suddenly reaching around him, and then was staring into Marshall’s gleaming face. The eyes seemed so brilliant, so full of life, that he couldn’t help but grin, which he barely managed to show. Marshall was suddenly leaning closer, the eyes closing and his own followed the lead, as Marshall’s lips brushed his. He felt the electricity in his body, the way he simply felt like he was about to be shot into space.

Every nerve in his body was suddenly alert, tingling in eager anticipation as the hands began to slowly explore all of his older body. He felt the hands touching him, that seemed to just make him tingle even more. The lips came back, and pressed against his, lightly at first, then with growing desire and firmness. He couldn’t help but open his lips, to allow that desire some satisfaction.

He had no idea why he had let the hand stay, no clue as to why he didn’t stop him at that first kiss, but he knew now, sitting there, that he was glad he hadn’t stopped him. Dylan felt the raw power of Marshall’s youth as the tongue had licked him hard, dug deep into his mouth, to play with his own. He could still hear the sounds of their kissing, feel the hands as they crept under his shirt, to run lightly over his chest. The way the fingers were spread apart, to probe at his flesh, to touch him in such a way that he could hear himself groaning his pleasure.

The movie was forgotten, as Marshall continued to press him, to lean more into Dylan. The scent was over powering, it made him react out of instinct as his own hands began to reach out, to touch and explore the hard body that was pressing his. He could recall the thrill he felt when his hand moved across the firm nipple, beneath Marshall’s shirt. How his fingers had trembled as they circled the jutting out flesh, feeling its firmness. Yet it was the soft whimpering of pleasure that made the most impression on him.

The low sound, how it filled his ears, his heart even with its pleasure, had broken down his last barriers. His heart had begun to pound, and its roar filled his ears and head with its thunderous beating. His pulse had become rapid, as he felt the wet soft kisses move from his lips, to his chin, then under the chin and along his long neck. The press of the lips were just enough to let him feel, to experience the sensation of movement, as Marshall’s head was underneath his, and without even realizing, his shirt and pants were no longer covering him.

The lips were gentle, as they moved down his quivering stomach. His whole body was on edge, shaking in ways he had never experienced before as Marshall had moved further down. He was now also spread out, his legs on the other end of the couch, and his head on Dylan’s lap. He looked down, to see that mop of hair, as it kissed him with such devotion, such desire, that he found himself running his own hands over the strands of hair. He let his fingers twist and twirl the strands, feeling the satisfaction it was giving Marshall.

Marshall let his hands slowly move down his legs. They were soft as they caressed the insides of his bare inner thighs, making him quiver even more. His cock was rigid, but still within his shorts, as Marshall’s head was raised above it, looking down at it. He couldn’t see his eyes, but he could feel them as they seemed to devour the image of it, tented under the thin fabric. Dylan had never felt so aroused before, as he had continued to wrap the hair around his fingers, letting his own hand caress Marshall’s head.

Time seemed to be non existent, as he felt the hands slowly move back up his bare legs, to then run across his crotch, touching the still hidden cock inside. He groaned as the palm of Marshall’s hand brushed across the throbbing pole, then as it moved down to rub the balls, that were now aching. He sighed, as the fingers dug a little into his sac, and then he felt the tug. Out of instinct, he found himself lifting his buttocks up off the couch, and his underwear was suddenly around his knees, then with his pants, pushed down to his ankles. His knees spread open, exposing more of himself.

His cock wavered in the freedom it now enjoyed. Marshall didn’t immediately grap hold either, but instead seemed to just stare down at it, look at it as if it was some magical wand that had come to life before him. He felt elated, as a strange warmth came up his body, to wrap itself around him. The quivering was no more, as he licked his lips, ran his hand with a new found tenderness over the mop of hair. It was something new to him, as he just stared down, watching as the head slowly moved down.

The soft little kiss on the edge of his cock almost made him lose it, right then and there. It was so unexpected, so tender, that it made his whole body tremble with pleasure. The nerves were suddenly sending shock waves throughout his body, to his mind, that no longer seemed able to decipher them all. He shook, as one hand slowly reached up, and gradually let the fingers wrap themselves around his throbbing pole. The head suddenly turned and looked up at him.

He felt himself shake as he stared into Marshall’s eyes. He saw the glint in the eyes, the desire but he also saw something more. There were no words for it, as he beamed down, caught in the moment of pure rapture. His heart was pounding and he had no feeling left in his arms, or legs even. He was panting as he watched the head turn away, and once more lower itself to his penis. Biting his lip, he felt the moist lips touch the head again, making his body flinch.

The lips didn’t let go, but slowly began to wrap around his cock head. He felt the tongue suddenly flick out, taking the pre cum from the head, tasting it and swallowing it. He heard the sound of it going down Marshall’s throat, as he let out a low rumbling groan of pleasure. His body was tense now, as the lips continued to press, tighter with each second, as they also moved down his penis. They held him tightly as the mouth opened wider, and he felt the warm moist mouth cover his head, then began to close around his shaft.

Marshall’s hand reached down, to push the balls up, not that they needed the help. He was in agony, as he tried to hold on, to not surrender too fast, but it was too much. He felt himself losing control, even muttering something that didn’t seem to effect Marshall one bit. If anything, his muttering, his cries only made the lips tighten, made the hand gripping his shaft grow tighter.

His own hands were now pushing on Marshall’s head. They were urging him down, pressing hard, but Marshall was strong, and held his own, he let the cock slowly enter his mouth, and as his nose began to press into Dylan’s soft groin, he felt himself shaking, jerking, as his body exploded.

Dylan had never cum so fast, or so much as he did that instant. He felt his whole body shaking, felt himself arching upwards, off the couch. His hands were pressing down as his hips shot up, his cock was firmly impaled into Marshall’s mouth, as it reared back and shot forward again in a split second. His cum was spraying out of his throbbing cock, deep into Marshall’s throat. He heard the distant sound of gagging, but his hands continued to press the head, as his body shot every ounce of its load out.

Three, then four times his cock head reared back, then fired, and not once did Marshall let go of the grip he had on it. He sucked, taking every drop of his hot milk, swallowing it all as fast as Dylan could release it. Long after he had finished, he finally was able to speak, but Marshall had stilled his comments. He had placed two fingers on Dylan’s lips, shushed him and then kissed him, curling up into his arms, breathing out a sort of sigh of contentment.

He lay in Dylan’s arms for what seemed ages, before he even looked up, and no words were needed. Dylan could see that glint, and he knew now what it was. It wasn’t lust, wasn’t just desire, but was total and unconditional love. It was something he had always read about, but never felt until now. He didn’t say a word, as time once more began to march on for them, and now here he was, sitting across from Marshall’s parents, listening to their rantings.

Dylan smiled at them both, and turned as Marshall entered the room. He saw the look on Marshall’s face, and turned to stare at Mr. and Mrs Withers, as Marshall walked in, sat on the arm of the chair Dylan was in, reached down and kissed Dylan on the lips. He then turned to his parents.

‘Does that answer your questions Mom, Dad?’

 

Temptation

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The ‘New Order’ was becoming increasingly difficult to live under. He found himself spending way too much time on his knees, alone, questioning his entire life. Thomas was only 45 years old, but had been at this job since he was 18. That is a long time in one job, though in all honesty, he felt like until a few years ago, that he had been doing a good job of it. He really did believe that he had honestly helped many people, had attended to their needs as best as he could, and frankly he didn’t have many regrets in his life. Not bad for 27 years of faithful service.

Yet it was different now, as he sat in his room, wondering about all that had changed. He was restless, feeling the urges inside, which for 27 years he had managed rather well. Unlike some, he had avoided the temptation, had enough inner strength and conviction to be able to say ‘no’ when needed, to deny the needs that tortured his soul, every single day. Again, something he should be proud of, something his superiors should be as well.

Unfortunately, the ‘New Order’ wasn’t interested in that one little bit. There was no compassion, no acceptance of what had been, and for the first time in 27 years of faithful service, he felt like he wasn’t valued, wasn’t really wanted. Sitting there, he knew that tonight would be one more of those nights. They were becoming more frequent, more intense.

The summer night was brilliant, as he looked out at the wonder of the twinkling stars. The huge orb that was the moon shone down, casting a pale glow over all he could see. He smiled, at God’s handiwork, enjoying the peacefulness of the vision, wondering why someone could create such beauty, then also create man, as he was today. It was a question he seemed to be asking a lot lately, as he got ready for another night of restless sleep. It always was that way, as he turned on his nightstand light, to read a little before retiring.

Maybe this time it would help, as he tried to read the voluminous tome but his attention kept wandering. He kept glancing over at his magazine rack, and finally he couldn’t ignore the need.

The selections weren’t anything provocative. They were typical magazines one would find in any man’s possession. There was the typical public affairs types, the sports issues, and even some lesser known types. No Victoria Secret, as that just wasn’t his thing, though he knew many who shared a copy, though even they too had become less obvious under the ‘New Order’.

He pulled out the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue, flipping the pages to see all the new styles. It was just one of many catalogues that filled his magazine rack, and best of all, no one could object. They were all carefully selected, and when an issue arrived that was a bit risky, he simply would glance through it, lick his lips and then with great reluctance, toss it into the trash.

Thomas couldn’t be certain, but he felt reasonably certain, that it all helped keep him above suspicion. Today, that was the by-word among his compatriots. Even the suspicion could lead to censor, or worse, removal. He wished to avoid that, at all costs, or so he believed. However, the longer this went on, the more objectionable he found it.

As he flipped through the pages, stopping now and then, thinking of the images he saw, he could feel the stirrings, the urges, gaining hold over his thoughts, his body. He felt the ache growing, and he reached down, slightly adjusting the sheet that lay over his body.

Thomas wasn’t what you would call handsome. He was short in stature, had a bald head by choice, and admittedly was over weight. In all honesty, he didn’t think he was that much over weight, though he did have a paunch. Maybe 20 pounds at most, and as much as he had tried over the years, it never seemed to lessen. Daily walks, and swims in the summer time hadn’t helped reduce that extra baggage, but no one really minded. In some ways, he thought it helped his image, as being the friendly chap they could all come to with their daily problems.

He sighed, as he flipped a page and saw a familiar face. Blinking he saw the tall figure staring at him. Those deep blue eyes, that small curl around the lips, couldn’t be anyone less than young William McTavish. The long blond hair was new, but he would have recognized that little smile, those eyes anywhere. It was indeed him as he devoured the sparse description under the photograph.

He leaned back, one hand at his groin, as he thought back to when he had first met William. It had to be not more than three years back, when William and his family had first moved to the neighbourhood. His father was in the Military, and the mother was what he would term, conflicted. She loved her husband, but she also loved men, period.

She also had way too much free time which is what had brought her to his doorstep. She was one of those who loved to help out, to take on chores, but rarely finished them. It was a constant annoyance, to have to keep on her but alas, that was his lot in life. Of course, it became less of an annoyance once he met her son, William.

He was 18, and uninterested in going to college, which is why she had brought him to see him. She insisted he talk sense into that thick head of William, insisting it was what her husband wanted too. Though he wondered if the Captain, as she referred to him, really was all that interested. He had seen a picture of the man, who seemed always off at some military operation. The Captain was dark haired, as was Mrs McTavish. Yet William was a natural blond, blue eyes. Thomas felt he knew why the Captain was always out, and you could see it in Williams eyes, that he too knew why his supposed father was never home.

Staring at the picture of the now 21 year old, he realized just how close he had come to breaking his vows. William was one of those young men, that you instantly wanted to please. He had that look, and the personality to go with the looks. He was brash, and yet also he drew you in, with his looks, his little smiles. It was as if you were sharing a secret with him, and yet you weren’t.

His hand was wrapped around his dick, as he stared down at that face. That wonderful face that always seemed to dare one to know him, that seemed filled with laughter, but also had a tinge of mystery to it. There was always something about William that dared you to see beyond the perfect skin, the golden toned flesh.

Thomas had tried, and once or twice he thought he had managed to get past the walls William had erected around himself. He was nearly certain that William would have been a willing partner too, which no one else seemed to have picked up on. Least not so that they had commented.

His fingers were prodding his swollen balls as he continued to think back to those days when William was around. The tips of his fingers swirled around the cap of his cock, as if to tease him, just as maybe William had teased him that summer, three years ago. The way he had shown up, dressed neatly in his standard button shirt, long sleeves, and tight fitting jeans. He had come to ask Thomas if he could perhaps use the lake that was on the property.

Many of the local youths had availed themselves of that feature, one that had also led to some serious problems for many others. It was a rule now, no local children, irrespective of their ages, could use the lake, without at least two members watching. One to watch the youth, for safety sake, the other to make sure the watcher didn’t take liberties, as his superior had put it. Many in the group had taken exception to the rule, so the local kids had lost out.

Not many were willing to be put under such restrictions, but William was different. In asking Thomas, he had done his homework too, as he had also asked another, who had agreed. Thomas knew Roger, the other who was to watch, and smiled. Roger was, if anything, a total robot. He rarely smiled, or spoke.

The swimming adventure however, had nearly ruined Thomas. Thinking back on it, he still was amazed at how much self control he had. Just thinking about that had awaken the beast inside, and had suddenly made the soft lump of flesh between his fingers, become rather enlarged, and pulsing.

He closed his eyes briefly, as his hand wrapped around the throbbing pole. Thomas could see William, standing just under the huge willow tree that spread out over the edge of the lake. It was a perfect spot to undress and enter the lake. It kept the sun from glaring, and the water there was always crystal clear. The underlining lake bed was small smooth pebbles.

Thomas had sat on the small bench, next to Roger, who was naturally reading another book, while he, Thomas, watched William disrobe. The way he took his time, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, almost like a ritual even. Thomas was familiar with rituals, but watching William slowly remove the shirt, to unveil his torso was amazing. He had such perfect skin, not pale nor overly tanned. A nice golden hue to it, added to his masculine look, and it was obvious that William knew it too. He flexed his arms, showing off his teen muscles, the slight bulge around the biceps, giving Thomas a bit of a thrill.

Naturally, it was when he took off his jeans, to reveal the tight fitting swimsuit, that had nearly given Thomas away. Even Roger had looked up, but fortunately hadn’t noticed how quickly Thomas had clasped his hands over the sudden tenting of his clothes. Those firm cheeks, wrapped so tightly under the shimmering blue material had been unexpected. They looked so firm, so perfectly shaped that Thomas immediately had been aroused. The thought of running his hand across them, of his fingers digging between them, spreading them open had filled his thoughts instantly.

Just as then, he felt the urges inside. While he couldn’t do anything then, he could now. His hand was slowly moving up and down his pole, stroking it gently but with increasing firmness. His memories were flooding back as he had sat on that quiet little bench, watching the young man wade into the water. He had waved at them both, even turned around to inquire if any of them would care to join him, a request both quickly refused. Strange at how quickly Roger had spoken up, and it had made Thomas stare at his compatriot a little harder.

Nonetheless, the vision of William that day had haunted him, and seeing him now only brought it all back to him. The way his eyes had widened when William had finally exited the water. The way he had stood up and shook his head, sending tiny rainbow colored drops every which way. The sun had captured each drop, adding its colors to the falling drops. It almost seemed to give William a halo effect, but it wasn’t that which had drawn Thomas’ eyes.

It was the amazing bulge of the front of the swim suit that made the most impact on Thomas. He couldn’t believe any man, let alone an 18 year old, could have such a bulge there. The outline of something gigantic was clearly visible, even from that distance. Thomas knew that the young teenager was aroused. He had to be, in order to explain that hard long pole shaped object under the suit.

His hand was moving faster as his mind once more recalled that moment. It was as if it was once more happening, as he let his head fall back onto his pillow. His legs pushed out, and spread open a bit more, while his hand continued to choke the throbbing pole that was aching more and more with each passing thought.

It hadn’t just been the obvious bulge, that had made him sweat that afternoon, nor now. The sheer thought of actually seeing such a thing, so clearly outlined in the wet swim gear, had made his eyes water. Wiping away the sweat he had looked up, to stare directly into William’s face. It was as if a bolt of lightning had somehow hit him in the heart.

Thomas could feel the thundering thumping of that wondrous organ, that centre of life itself as it raced within his frame. For certain Roger would hear, he had thought but he couldn’t even bear to turn away to check. The crystal clear blue eyes were twinkling, shooting sparks at him, like tiny little darts. Each one penetrating his heart like Cupid’s Arrows. He felt his breathing growing a bit heavy, as he continued to mop his brow.

Just like now, as he felt the tingling inside, the urges growing desperate as his hand pulled at his throbbing cock, he had felt it then. He had almost reached for what he now held firmly in his hand, but he had stopped, remembering Roger next to him, and the eyes, seeing his hesitation suddenly turned away. It had made him tremble, and he had know the power of that young man then, as his body had released its seed, then, just as it was now doing the same thing.

He shuddered as the milk came flooding out, his seed spilling out between his clenched fingers, bubbling through and down his shaft. The trembles of his body were tremendous, making his tiny bed shake along with his body. He let out a muffled cry, biting his lower lip as he felt the final spasm of his release. His panting breath seemed to bounce off the lone gray cement walls of his room, and his eye wandered, slowly focusing on the room’s contents.

The last dribble of his seed, oozed out, and he let his hands fall to his side. His body was bathed in sweat, as all he could see before his eyes, was that lone tall figure, dressed almost as God had intended in the beginning, with only a tiny piece of man’s interference being worn. He could still see the bulge, knowing that if Roger had not been there he might know more than he should, about William.

Thomas reached for a small rag at his side, and wiped his groin. His hands would need to be washed, as they were sticky from his exercise, and he sighed, realizing that the ache hadn’t fully left him, despite the explosion of his release. He closed the magazine, with great reluctance, wondering how things would have progressed if Roger hadn’t been there with him at the lake. It was a question he had asked many times since then, would again he thought as there was a loud knocking at his door.

He called out, asking who it was, what they wanted, as the voice replied.

‘It is me, Jose, Father Tom, you are needed in the Chapel’