Scavenger Hunt

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It was the first party of the year, and not even October yet, but he had to give Grant credit, he knew how to throw a party. It wasn’t the drinking so much as how he managed to get people together, and have fun. His parties were notorious for their wild endings, and group orgies, least that was the buzz. Frankly, they were just simply different that many of the barriers got broken down. People mingled, didn’t stick with one group or another, thanks to how Grant always had a gimmick. He made certain guys were matched with people they didn’t know well, and there was always a hook, something that made people loosen up and just have fun.

Tonight was no exception. He had announced a scavenger hunt, and had paired those without cars, with those who had cars. It wasn’t casual either, he had planned it well. Bill was nervous, when Grant paired him off with the new addition to the crowd, Ross.

Ross was one of those pretty boys. He was just 21 years old, stood maybe 5 foot 9 and was a skinny looking kid really. He might be 21, but his features were so fine, so delicate that you would swear he was at most 18. He had long red hair too, that shimmered when the light caught it just right. He had a hooked nose, but the eyes were like pellets of exploding light. He always had a smile too, and wasn’t shy either.

Bill on the other hand was more of the shy type. He was also very cautious, which is probably why he was interning at a local accountant’s office, studying to become a bean counter. He was taller than Ross, by several inches really and definitely what one would call stocky. Looking at him standing next to Ross, you would term the pair as Mutt and Jeff. Still, somehow Grant had known that Ross had become a person of interest for Bill and now they were paired together for the midnight scavenger hunt.

Bill never drove to Grant’s parties, as he usually had way too much to drink. So when he found out Ross had one of those older two seater sport’s cars, he was intrigued. He liked older cars, for their resilience, and economy too. Surprising how many of the really old cars could keep on going, used fuel rather economically compared to today’s models, which was one more reason why he was secretly attracted to Ross. How Grant found out was still a mystery, but he didn’t care. He was going to spend the wee hours of the morning tooting around town, looking for odds and ends that would be clear, when found.

Grant had a wicked sense of humor to go with his penchant for party games. Each group got their own special clues, and you had to figure it out in order to find the right item to snatch and bring back. There was a time limit as well, everyone had to return by 4am, or suffer a penalty. Knowing Grant, it would be some penalty that would guarantee a person’s embarrassment.

Climbing into the passenger seat was an experience. He couldn’t help but rub shoulders with Ross, and he could smell his cologne clearly as the small car was cramped. Yet, he had sufficient leg room and the feel of the cold fall air on his face as they roared off to their staring point was exhilarating. Ross didn’t say much, and he knew that several of the others were jealous that Grant had paired him with the new guy.

Ross was a bartender at one of the straight clubs. He ran the shooter bar on the weekends, and was supposedly quite popular with the patrons. He had that flair, that look, that made people just want to be around him. Yet he wasn’t a snob either and he could talk about nothing with the best of them. He wasn’t shallow, just talkative and as they roared towards the starting point, as detailed on the outside of their secret orders, he didn’t stop talking about how it was all different than being at a straight party.

Bill found out that Ross had only come out six months back, that he had hidden it from everyone, including himself. He also found out that Ross was still basically a virgin. Oh he had his share of oral sex, of being sucked off, of sucking guys off, but so far, had yet to have his cherry popped, so to speak. It was an odd conversation, one that made Bill uncomfortable, yet horny as hell.

The idea of no one having penetrated those nice looking cheeks, or of him penetrating someone was enough to make him stiff as a rock. He could feel the ache in his groin, but tried to hide it. Trouble was, it wasn’t easy in a small car like Ross’, where you couldn’t help but rub shoulders. Each time Ross would shift gears his hand would brush against his leg, and each time that happened, he felt himself catching his breath, wishing the hand would move just a bit more over on his leg.

He found it hard to carry his part of the conversation as a result of their closeness, and of what Ross was saying. Hell, they had barely met, talked only a few times briefly over the last month, so to listen to him talk about how he hadn’t been popped was, well hard to adjust to. It was like they were old friends and yet not. Besides, he couldn’t quite believe that none of the few guys Ross had been with hadn’t tried to do him. After all, he was a cutie, and he had that body that while short, would be a fun one to play with.

Ross must have read his mind too, as he talked about that. He talked about how some guys only wanted to fuck, never have fun first. He hated that, he said. Wishing more guys would want to play for a bit, before going for the big one. He kept calling it the big one, and it made Bill squirm a bit. The notion of unwrapping that little package of joy, of touching it and of taking it was making his thinking difficult. He found himself stuttering a lot, as his mind was off on some fantasy, where he was laying next to Ross, a strip of condoms nearby, spent.

He could imagine what it would be like. To be the first to penetrate those firm cheeks, to see them spread apart and to reach in and taste that pink hole that had never been tasted by a man’s tongue. His own dick was straining inside his jeans, as he tried to converse, but failed. His lust was taking hold and he hoped that once they got to their starting point, that he wouldn’t have to get out of the car. If he did, he knew that Ross would know exactly what Bill was thinking about.

The car came to a stop and Bill realized he had no idea where they were. The area was dark and he could see the tall standing trees that surrounded them on all sides. The road had been bumpy and he realized they had been on some dirt track, and now were amidst a grove of trees. An old broken down cabin was off to one side, and Ross seemed to be looking at him, his eyes open as he waited for Bill to open their envelope, to begin to read the clues.

Blushing and thankful that Ross couldn’t see that, he read off the first clue and looked at Ross with a blank stare. It didn’t make much sense and they both just stared at each other. Ross took the paper from Bill, the touch giving Bill a bit of a jolt. His heart seemed to suddenly race at the touch, and he felt the lump in his pants stiffen even more.

He stared as he watched Ross read the clue over and over again. The young man kept shaking his head, and he looked so desirable, that it was hard for Bill to concentrate on the words he was saying. Finally he shrugged, and stared around at the emptiness of the place. Ross climbed out and reached behind to pick up a flashlight, he turned it on and swept the darkness, looking for the red and black object that they were supposed to find.

‘Maybe it’s inside?’ he muttered, and Ross shone the light on the rickety cabin. He shrugged and began to head towards the cabin, with Bill behind. He had adjusted his pants, trying to hide his hard-on though he felt like it was a beacon shining out in the night. Still he trudged behind, enjoying the way the young man moved. There wasn’t much light, but he could see how the cheeks were firmly held by the pants, how they moved as he moved and all he could think of, was how it would feel to be touching those cheeks, to be spreading them apart, to delve between them and taste the young man.

They stood inside the door, and Ross shone the light slowly across the interior. Surprisingly it was clean and off to one side, far at the back in the corner, was the object they were supposed to find. A red blanket with black checks lay across a cot, with a basket with a bow on top. The next clue would be there, as they saw the ribbon and envelope attached to the handle.

Moving closer, they bumped and he felt Ross quiver a littler, then giggle. Together they approached the blanket, and Ross took the envelope and opened it. He held the flashlight up and stared at the next clue. He sucked in his breathe and then stared up at Bill, as he handed him the clue. His eyes were fixed on Bill, which added to his nervousness. Bill took the envelope to read, and as he did, he felt his whole body tense. Grant had gone too far, he thought, as he lifted his head up and peered over at Ross.

‘I uh, I had nothing to do with this, I mean, Grant, uh, he’s well, he likes to uh…’

Ross just stared at him, and then softly spoke. His voice was trembling as he looked down at the basket, then back up at Bill.

‘Kind of uh, well, it isn’t really Grant’s fault.’

‘Huh? Not.. you mean…’

‘I didn’t know how else to uh, well you know. I am new to all this, I thought that, well… I thought it would be easier than…”

Bill wasn’t sure what to say or do. He stared down at Ross, then he sat down on the cot, still staring at Ross. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had the flashlight. It shone on Ross, and he could see the worry in his face, yet he saw something more in the young man’s eyes. There was a glint in them, a sort of glazed look mixed in with worry.

He let his eyes move away from the face, and saw how Ross’s chest was heaving, as he tried to keep himself calm. Smiling a little, he also couldn’t help but look further down, and there was no mistaking the hard lump that tented the jeans, at the crotch. It was well pronounced, just as his own must be. Looking back up he saw a small smile on the man’s face, the eyes looking relieved as he smiled back, leaning back on his elbows.

‘What’s in the basket?’

Ross looked up at Bill. The eyes were shining as he looked back into the basket, even though he knew what was inside. He didn’t look at Bill as he told him.

‘Condoms, uh some lubricant, crackers, packages of peanut butter and jam, uh some wipes, candle, and uh… a dildo .’

‘Figures, a well stocked picnic basket, courtesy of Grant. I uh, I mean you sure this is what you want? Not exactly romantic.’

‘Yes’

Bill reached out with one hand. His fingers touched Ross’ face, and he let it run down his cheek. He saw the desire clearly and he felt it too. He wasn’t sure how or why really, but he had been attracted to Ross the first time he had seen him. Thinking back, he realized he must have said something to Grant about it. No way would Grant have taken this, this far if he hadn’t been sure of them both. He was always trying to fix him up with someone, now it looked like he had.

‘Why me?’ he asked as he stood up, looking down at Ross. He could see his eyes and how they looked up at him. It was how he must look, he thought as he waited for the answer.

‘I don’t know, really. I guess it’s because you aren’t like the rest, drooling and always loaded. You just, I don’t know, you just seemed like you’d understand, that maybe it would mean a bit more than just a fuck.’

He let his finger run under Ross’ chin and made the face tilt upwards to look at him. He smiled as he reached down to bring Ross closer, and he let his head move inwards, his eyes closing. The last thing he saw was the way the lips were trembling, just as he let his own brush up against them.

The second that they touched, he felt the young man jump and then move in close. He felt his body snuggle deep into his own, and they kissed deeply. He could taste him, smell him as his tongue licked past the trembling mouth. His own body was shaking as they clung to each other, just kissing.

After several minutes, they broke apart and just stared at each other. Both were panting and finally Bill broke the silence, suggesting Ross light the candle, place it next to the cot. While Ross complied, he began to undress, noticing that his shirt was already open, his pants undone. Glancing over at Ross, he saw that he too had his shirt flapping loose, and Bill could see the shadows dancing across the naked skin of the young man’s chest.

He had no recollection of undoing the shirt, but grinned as he realized that he was going to have to give Grant a rather nice Christmas present this year. Ross was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he let his shirt fall off his shoulders. He kicked off the runners, and stood up to let his pants slide down his body, his eyes never once straying from watching Ross.

With the candle lit, Ross turned and smiled at Bill. There was no mistaking his desire either as he quickly tossed his shirt off, then kicked each of his runners off. He bent down, his head still looking at Bill, as he took his socks off, then standing back up he pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles, stepping out of them quickly. He just stood there, totally naked and grinning at Bill.

He swallowed, staring at the amazing sight of a naked Ross. The candle light was flickering in the cabin, adding to the excitement and mood. His eyes must be like saucers, he thought, as he took in the small wiry frame of the young man. The way his stomach seemed to shake a little, the way his face seemed to glow. The shadows played across them in strange patterns, but it was the large cock that held his eyes transfixed.

It was huge, long and not too thick, but had to be the longest he had ever seen. He stared at it, as it just stuck straight out at him. The balls looked full as they dangled beneath the pole, barely visible really from above. He just swallowed several times, wondering what it would be like to have that inside of his own ass, even though he preferred to being the top. Seeing that gorgeous piece of flesh made him weak at the knees, and he felt a strange ache in his own rectum as he quickly finished undressing.

The room was cool, but he didn’t care as he stared over at Ross. His heart was racing, filling his ears with its thundering noise as he sat down on the cot. He couldn’t believe how well hung Ross was. He licked his lips as Ross came closer to him, now standing right in front of Bill. He could smell that special aroma, that came from a man’s groin and he looked away from Ross’ face, to stare right at the throbbing pole.

He wanted it, craved it even and somehow Ross seemed to know that. Ross moved another step closer, and the hard pole was so close, he could see the veins sticking up all around the massive shaft. The cock head was dark looking, and he reached out with one hand, to take hold of the wavering cock. His fingers felt the heat as they slowly took hold at the base of the huge cock. He heard a soft moan and watched as Ross stepped in even closer.

The touch of Ross’ hands on his head was enough as he leaned forward, and closing his eyes, he opened his mouth wide. Bill felt the warm flesh touch his lips, making his whole body tremble. He let the lips slowly slide across the head, tasting a tiny drop of precum, then swallowed it, as his mouth finally covered the whole cock head. He felt it inside, grating lightly past his teeth and there was a slight shudder as it passed further into his mouth.

His mouth moved slowly along the offered cock. He felt the head moving and filling his whole mouth. Bill’s throat was being stretched as he pulled back, then forward again. He tasted the hot flesh as it went past, his tongue licking at the underside, as he struggled to take more of the throbbing pole, he felt the young man shaking. His eyes flickered open briefly, to stare up at Ross leaning into him. He felt the desire as he sucked on the cock, then pulled it out of his mouth.

Bill then reached underneath the massive cock, wedging up the side of his face, as he took first one of the massive balls, then the other into his hand. He let his finger dig a little into the leathery sac, then slowly he kissed them both. Back and forth he went, then he suddenly swallowed one deep into his mouth. He heard Ross groan, felt the body shake even more, as he let the ball drop out, as he quickly sucked on the other one. Back and forth he went, sucking each ball briefly, feeling Ross shake with each lick of his tongue on the leathery skin.

He leaned back, and with his hand on Ross’ trembling hips, he guided the young man to climb onto the cot. He heard it squeak, as it took the added weight. He smiled as he was now looking into Ross’ face. The eyes were sparkling with exploding lights, the shadows dancing across the shuddering body of the young man, as Bill slowly forced Ross down onto his back. Quickly he moved to let one leg pass over his, so that he was in between both legs. He let them raise up, so that Ross’ knees were up off the cot.

Looking down on the young man, he smiled at him, seeing the glazed look falling like shutters over Ross’ eyes. He felt his own body shake as he felt the two legs on either side of him, and there right under his chin, was the huge cock, wavering in the air. Licking his lips, he bent down, kissed the head of the cock, then lowered himself further. His legs dangled over the end of the cot, as he licked at the groin, at the skin between the groin and thighs. He felt the young man squirm as he licked hard at the boy’s flesh, then lightly run his tongue across the same spot. It was obviously working, as he moved his face, to lick at the base of the cock, then underneath. His tongue was moving slowly as it licked at the underside of Ross’ balls.

Bill placed his hand underneath the cheeks. He felt how warm they were, and how drenched they were too from the young man’s sweat. His own body was glistening in the candle light from his own sweat, as he lifted the boy’s body upwards, spreading his cheeks apart slightly.

He ran his finger down the opened valley, feeling the muscles tense and release. He felt the buttocks shaking as he stuck his finger into his mouth, moistening it, then running back up and down the opened valley. Not once did he touch the opened pink hole, but let his finger swirl around it, teasing it.

The sounds coming from Ross was making it hard for him to control his own emotions. He wanted to ram his finger inside, but held back, wanting to make this a memorable time for Ross. After all, it was his first time. He knew he needed to take his time, but the aroma of the young man was driving him nuts. The sounds, the feelings, were too much as he found himself teasing the hole even more.

The tip of his finger rested over the hole, he heard Ross groan, pleading a little, wanting to take it. He let it rest there for a full two seconds, before he moved it away, then let it slide back up the valley, and then slowly he let it go back down, until it was near the hole. This time he didn’t stop, he didn’t let the tip rest, but slowly began to work the finger inside of the tight hole. He heard the young man cry out, felt the muscle taking hold of his finger tip as he worked it around while gently pushing it inwards.

He took it out, and sucked on the finger, then it was back over the hole, and twisting around and driving inwards. He felt the tip slide in, felt it twist around. Ross groaned loudly now, his hands banging the side of the cot, and the wall on the other side. His body shook as Bill continued to twist his finger deeper into the rectum.

The legs were shaking on either side as Ross kept his whole buttocks up in the air. Bill had his other hand pulling at the cheeks, spreading the one side, as he twisted and guided his finger deeper into Ross’ hole. He felt the boy shake, felt each shudder of pleasure as it raced up and down inside of Ross.

He began to slowly push his finger in and out, until he felt the time was right. Then slowly another finger was pressing up against the hole, not entering yet. The groans were louder as he spit onto his fingers, as they worked around the hole. One finger inside, the other finger tip resting near. Slowly as he pulled the one finger nearly out, he began to press with his other finger. He felt the muscle resist, then slowly give in as he twisted his fingers around inside.

Ross cried out, as Bill continued to watch his fingers moving in and out of the puckering hole. He saw the hole open and close around his probing fingers. He felt the soft lining inside, and he felt his own heart pounding in his chest. It was like listening to an endless peal of thunder as he continued to press inwards, twisting every now and then.

Each twist seemed to make Ross moan, then squirm around as he finally began to move in and out in an increased motion. His hand was moving hard now, the fingers going deeper with each push in. Soon he felt his knuckles rubbing up against the young man’s hole and he realized he had another finger itching to press inside. He bit his lip as he stared up at the trembling young man.

He pulled his finger out and then quickly pushed one leg over his own body, effectively twisting Ross over onto his stomach. He let his hands push the legs apart, his hands up around the hole, spreading the cheeks wide open. He was breathing hard, his cock rubbing up against the woollen blanket underneath, making him groan as he looked down into Ross’ ass.

The pink hole seemed to shimmer before him, as he leaned down, dribbling some spit into the waiting hole. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh on either side, as he lowered his face, his nose wedged upwards into the soft valley of the cheeks, above the glistening hole.

He let his tongue lick at the sides of the cheeks, then below the hole and then above it. He felt the body shudder to each flick and swipe of his tongue, as his fingers held the cheeks in place, open. He breathed in deeply, smelling Ross’ scent mingled with sweat, as his tongue licked around the hole now, teasing it.

His own body was nothing more than a sticky mass of running sweat, as he felt the drops dripping off his forehead, to fall onto Ross’ own steamy body. The tiny drops were clouding his eyes as he leaned further in, letting his tongue curl up and then lick at the pink hole. He felt the shudder, felt the shaking, and heard the moans growing louder as he dug his tongue inwards, spreading open the hole even wider. He sucked in his own breathe, as he let his tongue lick at the hole, then dive in, then pull out and lick around the hole before going back past the hole.

He felt his own body trembling as he heard Ross’ voice urging him on. He didn’t make out the words, as he let his tongue dig deep into the young man’s flesh, then he suddenly sat back up, slapping one cheek then another. He reached up and over Ross and grabbed the dildo out of the basket. He took the lubricant as well and pushed open the top, to drizzle the liquid over the top of the dildo .

He placed the tip of the dildo up against Ross’ ass. He began to pull open the cheeks again, as he felt the young man tense up. The dildo was not thick but was long as he slowly let it run down and up the valley. Then he wedged it up against Ross’ hole, and began to spread open the cheeks, before slowly pushing it in. Ross grunted, and he saw the cheeks shake as he twisted the dildo a little, just as he had done with his fingers earlier. He pushed further, until slowly the whole dildo was inside of the young man.

There was no moans, just a sort of whimper as he began to slowly move the dildo in and out. His hand rested on the small of Ross’ back as he pulled and pushed. His own body was cooling as he gave the dildo a small twist. Ross moaned at that, and Bill smiled as the boy’s body began to relax a little, as he got used to the long rubber dong inside.

He let the dildo rest inside, as he rubbed Ross’s backside, then his hips and thighs as he occasionally pulled and pushed on the dildo . He caressed the buttocks, slapping them now and then which made Ross jump a little. There wasn’t much sound from him, just the occasional moan or whimper as he lay there, spread eagled with the dildo inside. In and out he would move it then he would lean over and kiss Ross on the back, by the neck.

At one point, he worked the dildo with one hand, while leaning forward. He kissed Ross under his long hair, that was now matted and wet from sweat. Then he let his tongue lick all the way down the center of Ross’ back. He licked at the spine, watched it shake and the rest of his body shudder as he licked back up and then down again. All the time he kept the dildo moving in and out and Ross was once more moaning now. His legs were taut and his cheeks clenched tight, holding onto the dildo as it moved in and out.

Bill finally took the plastic out, and he heard a sigh, as he ripped open a condom package. Immediately that he heard the sound, Ross tensed up. His back was rigid, his legs taut as he waited for the coming penetration. Everything was ready, as he once more shuffled himself in closer between Ross’s legs.

His cock had never felt harder as he had unrolled the condom. Pushing it up against Ross’ buttocks, he grabbed hold of it and wiped it along the cheeks. They shook in anticipation as he let it rest on the young man’s cheeks. Then he reached underneath, and lifted the body upwards onto his knees. He felt the hard cock underneath and gave it a squeeze. Ross moaned at the touch and then wiggled back a little, almost eager for Bill to penetrate him.

Slowly he began to run his cock down the valley. He let it move very slowly, until his cock head was up against Ross’ hole. He felt the body stiffen, knowing he was right up against the tight hole. His hands moved down and up the shaking thighs, and then along the cheeks, as he slowly leaned forward.

Carefully he pushed his own hips forward, making his cock go forward, and he heard the cry. He held his position, as the shaking body slowly relaxed a little, then once more he pushed forward, as his cock head was spreading open the tight pink hole. Ross cried out, but he didn’t stop as he felt he was close, and then suddenly he was inside. Ross was grunting and obviously gritting his teeth as Bill’s cock pushed inside.

He let it sit there, the head inside, as the cheeks shook and shook. Bill could feel it all, and it was like he was plugged in to Ross’ own body. He could feel the heart skipping beats, felt the lungs rise and fall as he struggled with the rolling pain that was going up and down his body. He waited, then slowly began to push further inside. Ross groaned louder as his body continued to tremble.

It took him several minutes, but finally his crotch was pressing hard into Ross’ cheeks. His cock was firmly wedged deep inside and he let his body hold its position one more time. Ross was crying, but he refused to let Bill stop. His head would twist and turn on the cot as slowly Bill began to pull out. Just an inch or two and then back in he went. Each time he would pull out, it would be a little bit more, then he would carefully push back inside.

Soon he could feel his cock head near the hole, and Ross was no longer groaning in pain, but was starting to moan with pleasure. He was used to the cock inside and gradually Bill began to push a bit faster, pull back a bit faster and every now and then, he would twist his hips, making his cock twist inside. Ross would whimper then, but began to beg for more. His voice became husky as he started to plead with Bill, to go faster, to go deeper.

Bill obliged, the ache in his own body becoming unbearable as he began to push faster. Each thrust in, he felt the muscles around his cock spread apart, until he stopped pushing. Then they would once more grasp at his pole, trying to hold it inside. His strength was greater, as he began to increase his motion. His hips were now crashing into the body and before long, each downward thrust was met by an upward push from Ross.

He began to move faster, urged on by Ross as his sweat dripped continuously onto Ross’s back. He could feel the speed growing, feel his cock going deeper into the virgin ass. He felt the muscles give up, felt his cock grow thicker as he began to pound the ass hard. His body was like a jack hammer, constantly moving up and down and Ross no longer moaned, but groaned constantly. He was shaking, his whole body trembling as Bill continued to dig deeper with each thrust. His balls were aching, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer as he felt feint.

Bill’s eyes were closed, yet brilliant bursts of reds and oranges flashed across his vision. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t even hear Ross’ cries for more. The blood was rushing from his arms and legs, his body was growing numb and weak as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He couldn’t wait and as he pulled back, he pulled all the way back.

His cock came out and his hand tore frantically at the condom, ripping it off his shaft. He leaned forward, his hand pumping at his cock as his head lifted backwards, up high into the air. The cum came flooding out in a huge stream. He felt it as his body jerked, his cock rearing back then shooting forward. Past his fingers the stream went sailing up and through, and he heard the sounds of it striking the hot flesh of Ross’ back. He heard Ross cry out, heard him and felt him shudder as his cum exploded all across the taut back of the young man.

He shook his cock, as more hot milk dribbled out, splattering across the shaking buttocks. He heard Ross moan, a deep gut wrenching moan of pure pleasure, as he shook his cock once more, letting more cum dribble out. He opened his eyes to see his cum across the back, huge globs of it across the small of Ross’s back. His body shook as he was panting, not yet finished.

His hands ached but they had enough strength to reach down to grasp at Ross’s hips. He managed to flip him over, so Ross now stared up at him. His own hair lay limp over his forehead as he continued to pant. He looked into the young man’s face as he reached out with one hand, to grab hold of Ross’ cock.

He wrapped his fingers around it tightly, and leaned back down, his head quickly covering the cock. Ross cried out as he felt Bill’s mouth close over his throbbing cock. His body shook and he felt his hips push upwards, driving his cock further into Bill’s mouth. He cried out, and Bill’s hold seemed to tighten even more.

Ross shook, his whole body quivered as his balls slung up, his cock pushed in deeper to Bill’s throat, and his cum exploded outwards. Bill gagged, and swallowed, then gagged again as more hot milk flooded his mouth. Cum was dripping out from the corners of his mouth, then from his lips as he gagged a third time. So much cum was filling his mouth that he was having trouble swallowing it all, but he tried. He held tightly to the cock, his hand holding the shaft, as he swallowed faster.

Gradually he felt the cock softening as he let it free from his mouth. It dropped out and he felt Ross’s hand on his head. He glanced up the still trembling body to see Ross’s eyes glistening and his face beaming in a huge grin. His hand was slowly stroking Bill’s head, as Bill simply lay there, exhausted and drained.

Ross was still stroking his head, when he spoke.

‘I am glad I told Grant.’

Bill looked up, a slight moan escaping his lips as he felt his cock stirring again.

‘So am I… so am I’

Bill pushed himself upright, and leaned back against the wall. He stared for several minutes at Ross, then grinned at him as he spoke.

‘I think we will be late in getting back.’

Ross merely grinned at him, as he said: ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’

Under a Spell

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He couldn’t help himself. He had tried but there was no denying that he was obsessed by 19 year old Jimmy. Twenty plus years difference in age and Matt didn’t give a damn. He lived, breathed, and thought about nothing else but Jimmy, his youthful face, those dreamy eyes that always glistened when they talked, that slender body that didn’t have an ounce of fat on it.

It all haunted him day and night. It didn’t matter what he was doing, Jimmy was always lurking in the back of his mind. The way he walked, how his butt would fill the jeans perfectly, showing off their firmness. How he talked, with a lilt to his voice as well as a hint of devil may care. He always seemed to be excited, out of breath almost. It was intoxicating to be around him, as he found himself becoming short of breath, becoming excited, and not just in thought.

His body would ache whenever Jimmy was around, which seemed to be always. It didn’t matter what time he started work, Jimmy would find him within minutes of Matt clocking in. At first it was sweet, but after two weeks it was becoming more than just an infatuation. He actually would feel disappointed if he didn’t see Jimmy within the first five minutes. It got to the point where he would actually go look for him, before even clocking in.

Some would call it puppy love, but not Matt. He rarely chased a twink like Jimmy. Oh, he liked them that way, but he wasn’t the chasing type, in fact he preferred to be chased. It made for more fun, when he would cave in, and take them home for the night or weekend. A few had even lasted longer, some a month, a few several months, but bottom line was he never got attached, not like he was with Jimmy. Worse, he hadn’t even done anything with him, but it was a thought that was beginning to consume his conscious thoughts.

Matt could hold his own in the looks department. He was 6 foot and weighed in at 165 pounds. Not too shabby for a guy in his early forties, and no one ever guessed he was that old. Most, when pressed, would guess he was still in his late twenties or very early thirties. Still, around Jimmy he was self conscious. He wondered about the bags under his eyes, the lines across his forehead, the little beer belly he had. It was like being 18 all over again, being attracted to his first guy.

He was no virgin now, but he sure as hell felt like one when around Jimmy. There was just something about him that had breaking out in a cold sweat each time he left. His heart would ache, his eyes mist even, when he would watch him walk away, and yet despite all that he couldn’t bring himself to ask him out. Not like he was ever at a loss for words either, least with anyone previously. With Jimmy he found himself stuttering, wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, but he kept telling himself, this would be the time. Yet it never was, so far.

Matt knew he couldn’t go on this way, that he had to find out. Was Jimmy just one of those teases, or was he really interested in him? It was killing him not knowing for sure, but he was also afraid to find out. Jimmy was everything he wanted. He worked hard, enjoyed his work, and seemed to also have more on his mind than the party scene. Course he didn’t know for sure even if the guy was into guys, though the way he looked at Matt did sort of tell him he had to be. However, that just might be wishful thinking, yet each day he would head to work, he swore he’d find out. So far, his nerve had failed him.

He was smart enough to know that it was unlikely that someone like Jimmy would be interested in someone like him, yet in his mind he hoped. There was nothing to base it on, in the cold stark reality of self examination, but he dreamed of it. It was making his nights pure hell too, because he would toss and turn thinking about Jimmy, dreaming of his warm body laying next to his. He would dream of him panting, after a night on his stomach, pounding those firm butt cheeks with his cock.

Then it would all turn, and those dreams turned into nightmares, where Jimmy would be laughing at him, pointing at him and in between guffaws, would be taunting him with old man comments, or worse. It made him wake up, and he couldn’t shake them either. They were becoming more intense, and it was taking him time to fall back asleep. His need for Jimmy was becoming too consuming, yet he couldn’t bring himself to talk to him, to find out one way or the other.

The ringing of his Cel startled him. He had been lost in thought about Jimmy again, and as he flipped open the phone, he didn’t recognize the calling number. Still, he answered, not thinking and was surprised to hear the lilting voice, that haunted his dreams.

It told him to not say anything, to listen and in a rush, the young voice asked him when he was going to ask him out. He rushed on, speaking without giving Matt a chance to speak, telling him how it was killing him, and he needed to know, but couldn’t face him, which is why he was calling. He needed to know, and if Matt wasn’t interested, he’d understand. There was a catch to his voice at that point, that made Matt’s heart skip a beat.

‘I am 42’

‘I am 19, so?’

‘You sure this is what you want?’

Matt could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, as he waited for the answer. His whole body seemed to tense up, but in his crotch he felt the raw passion of his own desire welling up. He shifted his stance, reached down with his free hand to adjust his growing hard on. A chuckle came across the phone as he heard his answer.

‘Now I am, after seeing you are.’

Turning around, he saw Jimmy standing in the doorway. He had his own phone to his ear, but his eyes were staring at Matt’s crotch. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes either, as they were filled with desire, with lust. He even licked his lips as he slowly brought his eyes up from staring at Matt’s crotch. They were filled with a shimmering light that only made the ache in his crotch worse. He felt his shorts rise up, as he closed his phone to stare at Jimmy.

He let his eyes widen as he stared at the young man. He could see his chest heaving a bit, and as he let his eyes move down the lanky young body, he could see the tell tale bulge in the front of his pants. Matt could imagine what was behind that bulge, as he looked back up, seeing the eyes still looking at him.

‘When did you plan to uh, have this date?’

‘Now’

‘Now? You don’t give a guy much time to plan anything.’

‘I don’t want you to change your mind. I have signed out, and you are supposed to be off too, so why wait? Or do you not want to go out?’

‘You thought of everything, yeah, I want to go out, where did you have in mind?’

Matt watched as Jimmy’s face broke into a small wicked little smile. His eyes zeroed in on Matt’s crotch, then up to his face as he replied.

‘My place, the family left this morning for the Cabin, I have the whole place to myself, until Tuesday. That enough time?’

He swallowed, taken aback. There was no doubt what was on Jimmy’s mind as he grinned at him. His body was shaking as he nodded, not sure what he was letting himself in for. Signing out was a blur, though he was certain that his boss had a wicked grin on his face as he told them to have a good weekend.

The drive to Jimmy’s place was a blank. All he could think of was how hot the young man looked, how much of a hurry he was in as they had driven the few miles to Jimmy’s home. He had done nothing but think about what was ahead. He had a few condoms in his pants, being always prepared, but was Jimmy really into that? Would he suddenly be like in his nightmares, and break out laughing at the old man who wanted a young buck like Jimmy? Hell could he, an old fart, satisfy someone like Jimmy?

The thoughts swirled around as he found himself not just in Jimmy’s home, but upstairs, standing at the entrance to the young man’s bedroom. There was a double bed, and off to one side a desk with a computer on it. The little stereo was quickly turned on, and as he glanced back to the bed, he saw that Jimmy was not wasting any time. He had his shirt off already and his golden flesh was suddenly filling his eyes.

He felt his mouth go dry, as he stared at the young naked chest. No hairs showed, but the two purple colored nipples were firm and erect as Jimmy stood facing him. His eyes were filled with lust, and he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming totally aroused by the young man, who kept looking straight at him.

He saw the hands reach down, to unbutton the pants, then zip them down. Slowly he bent forward, to pull the pants off his body then straightened up, to let Matt take it all in. He groaned softly to himself as he let his eyes take it all in. Jimmy had long legs, and they were well proportioned, but it was the thin pale blue shorts that grabbed his focus.

They were fully tented. Something huge seemed to be poking outwards, right at him. He gulped as he saw the hands moving up, the fingers reaching inside the waistband, and moving along inside the shorts, taking hold. Matt knew that soon he’d see what was tenting the shorts, that was making his own cock throb and ache inside his pants.

No more thinking, as he felt his own hands undoing his shirt buttons, then pulling the shirt off his shoulders. He felt the thin material slide down his back and drop to the floor, as he stepped further into Jimmy’s bedroom. His eyes were glued to Jimmy’s body, noticing how the chest was heaving, how the eyes were shimmering with excitement as he reached down, to unbutton his own pants.

Matt saw the smile on Jimmy’s face grow wider, as he quickly dropped his pants, stepping out of them. His own shorts were just as tented and he noticed how Jimmy’s eyes seemed to widen, as they stared directly at his crotch. His own face was smiling as Jimmy looked up and then moved over to the bed. He lay down on it, his head propped up. His legs spread apart, and Matt could see the small tuft of hair on the inside of each thigh that beckoned to him.

Moving in, he came to the foot of the bed. His eyes fixed on the rather large feet, and then moved up the hairless legs. He saw them spread apart, even wider, as his eyes made their way up, to where now Jimmy’s covered crotch filled his vision. He swallowed and licked his lips, as he stared at the throbbing cock being held by the thin pale blue shorts. Then he let his eyes move up, to see the chest heaving a little, then up to where he could stare at Jimmy’s face. The eyes were glistening, peering into his own.

They widened, as he pushed his shorts down, to expose his fully erect cock. Matt saw how excited the eyes seemed to get, as he stepped slowly forward, then bend as his body got onto the bed. His knees were firmly at the foot of the bed, as Mat leaned forward.

His body was between Jimmy’s opened legs, and he felt the warmth of his body as he leaned forward, his hands now firmly planted on either side of Jimmy’s body. His head was above Jimmy’s and their eyes locked as he stood there, shaking slightly, taking it all in. He could see the desire, feel it actually as if it was something real, something you could touch. His body shuddered a little, as did Jimmy’s.

He let his head lower, felt his eyes closing as he grew closer. The touch of his lips against Jimmy’s own thin lips made him moan softly, while making his whole body quiver. His legs shook, his heart began to race, as he pressed down, tasting the young man. He felt the lips beneath his open slightly and soon he was driving his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. He licked deep inside, then pressed his lips harder onto the willing mouth.

With each lick of his tongue, he felt his body sinking further down. His legs were touching Jimmy’s upper legs, feeling the heat as his stomach now touched Jimmy’s own flat washboard tummy. He felt himself shake, along with Jimmy. Their two bodies were quivering as more and more of their flesh touched. The heat was like glue, as their skin touched, bonding together.

His cock was wedged up and pushed up against Jimmy’s belly. Matt felt Jimmy’s covered penis dig into his own body as he let one hand start to caress the young man’s body. Slowly he let it moved down the shaking body, as he held his kiss. He could feel the wetness around the tip of the cock, as his hand moved down, and rested lightly on Jimmy’s hip. The press of his cock into his own body was making him sweat, as he let his mouth begin to roam across the face. He kissed Jimmy on the chin, the nose, and even bit his lower lip, tasting it. Jimmy was doing the same, as they both began to let their lust take hold.

Matt couldn’t believe how intense it was all feeling. In some ways, it was like this was it, there would be no second time. His whole body was tense, as he moved around on top of the young man, who squirmed just as much underneath him. Their hands were flying, their mouths moving over each other’s bodies tasting and licking where they could. His one hand managed to push at Jimmy’s shorts, with help from Jimmy. He felt the shorts push down, felt the hard cock come free and slide up into his own thigh.

He groaned loudly as he felt the hard cock wedge between his thigh and groin. Matt felt the oozing precum as it slid down his thigh. His own cock was also oozing and Jimmy was actually panting in between his own whimpers and moans. His body was tense, the muscles coiled up inside as they both continued to grab at each other. It was like a feeding frenzy in a pond, the way they kissed, licked, and even nibbled at each other.

The taste of the young boy’s flesh was salty and yet different. He cried out as Jimmy’s hand reached down and grabbed hold of his penis. His body jerked at the touch, and he had to reciprocate. He struggled but managed to reach under his own shaking body to touch the shaft, just under Jimmy’s cock head. His fingers stretched out and one ran slightly down the throbbing pole.

He could feel the blood rushing around the cock, and cried out as the heat between them grew. His whole body seemed to have sprung a leak, as sweat poured from everywhere. From his forehead, from his arms, legs, stomach. Never had felt this way before, as he felt Jimmy’s hands reach up and start to push him down the young man’s body. They were firmly placed on his shoulders and he obliged, as his face kept touching and kissing the passing body.

Matt bit at one nipple, heard Jimmy cry out in pleasure, then it was gone, as he was pushed further down. The young man was struggling, then he felt one leg kick out, then kick again and one more time. He knew that the underwear was now gone as the legs were suddenly raised on either side of his slithering body. He could feel the heart beating, the chest rising and lowering quickly. His own body was trembling with excitement as Jimmy continued to push him down, and he didn’t resist.

He felt his legs dangling off the foot of the bed. He could smell that scent, that man scent that he loved. This was even more powerful than he had ever smelt. It was swirling around his nostrils, as he breathed it in deeply. It made his whole body tremble even more as it grew stronger in his nostrils. The hands on his shoulders grew firmer, the fingers digging deep into his flesh, making him wince.

The smell was overpowering, the feelings racing up and down his spine as his lips felt the wiry bushy pubic hairs. They tickled his nose, as he licked and kissed the soft belly. He heard the moans, heard the incessant ‘oh yes, yes’ that came from above his own head.

Jimmy’s legs were raised, He felt them on either side of his head, as he opened his eyes to stare at the glistening young flesh underneath. His eyes opened wider as he stared at the hard pole that now stuck upwards, grazing his chin. It stood there, throbbing, glistening with precum as he licked his lips, then glanced upwards. He saw Jimmy’s head lifted up off the bed, staring down at him. The eyes were totally glazed over and he looked back down at the cock before his mouth.

His body shuddered, then he let himself go. No more thinking, no more wondering. His body and his lust took over. He felt his eyes close, then felt the taste of precum on his lips, then in his mouth as he wrapped the lips around the throbbing cock. It was suddenly thrust hard and deep into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Jimmy’s own lust took over as well, and in that moment he felt the cock slide into his throat, gagging him.

Coughing, he struggled to hold onto the throbbing pole, to not let his body fail him as the cock was thrust hard into his mouth. Jimmy’s hands were now on his head, pushing and pulling, urging him to suck him harder, suck him faster. He obliged, his own body not failing as his throat opened wider, his muscles relaxing enough for him to take the cock deep.

His tongue was flattened but would flick up when it could. Each time it did, Jimmy moaned louder, the hands tightened and the fingers wrapped around his hair. He felt them being pulled, felt the intense desire building. He sucked hard on the cock, keeping his lips wrapped tightly around the burning flesh of the cock as it went in and out of his mouth. Matt had his hands firmly on Jimmy’s bucking body, around his hips. His own fingers as deeply dug in as Jimmy’s seemed to be.

He cried out, muffled by the throbbing pole, and then he moved his hands to dig deep into the sweaty butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the flesh at the centre, pulling them apart as his hands would press upwards, driving the young man’s groin up and into his mouth harder.

Jimmy was squirming, his body shaking as he flung himself up. His cock driving into Matt’s willing mouth. It didn’t take long, before he was gasping for air, as his cock drove deeper with each thrust. The feel of the hands on the cheeks made him moan, and a strange gurgling sound came back from Matt.

Matt felt the balls slinging upwards. He could sense it, and he pulled up hard with both his hands. His fingers dug into the soft flesh deeper, and he thrust his head down to meet the upwards moving crotch. The throbbing cock was send diving deep into his throat, he felt it jerk, felt his shake and tremble, then suddenly rear back. His throat was ready, just, as the Jimmy couldn’t hold back any longer.

The loud cry echoed in the room, drowning everything out. Even the thundering of his heart was muted by the cry as the young man shuddered. Matt felt the cheeks shake, felt the whole body quiver as a heavy thick stream of cum began to fill his entire throat. It was thick and tasted like salty milk. It filled his throat, his mouth and some even dribbled out from the corner’s of his lips before he could swallow.

Just as he felt it slide down his throat, the cock in his mouth jerked again, and he knew more was coming out, filling what little he had managed to swallow. His fingers dug deep into the warm wet flesh of the Jimmy’s cheeks, as he swallowed again, again, and even again. He could feel the pubic hairs under his nostrils, as he breathed in deeply, swallowing all of the heavy thick cum that filled his throat and mouth.

As the body gave one last spasm, Matt let his hands move from underneath Jimmy’s buttock. He felt the cock draw out of his mouth, coated in its own cum as the bed shook. He was panting as he leaned back on his own haunches, to gaze at the softening cock that dangled in front of him. Licking his lips, tasting the cum that had dribbled out he slowly let his eyes move up the still shaking body until he found Jimmy’s face. The eyes were still glazed over, the chest heaving from the bodies exertion.

Their eyes locked and Matt knew that it wasn’t over with yet. The look in Jimmy’s eyes were like staring into the centre of a hot burning fire. The blues and reds were mixed with white as the eyes seemed to just smoulder. He felt like the lust had not been satisfied one bit, but had instead, increased. He felt himself shiver as he looked into Jimmy’s face, seeing the desire and then he stared downwards, noticing that Jimmy’s spent cock was thickening again, already.

His eyes moved back up to look at Jimmy, and he saw him grin. His white teeth gleaming as he lifted up one arm, and leaned over towards the night stand. Matt followed his arm, as it reached across to push a book away, and reveal a strip of condom packages. Matt grinned as he watched Jimmy pick up the strip and toss them over towards Matt. As he did, Matt noticed the book, and its title. It made him pause, as he read the title ‘Incantations of the Ancients’.

Jimmy’s eyes seemed to be calling him, and he turned away from the old battered book, picking up the strip of condoms. He could feel the lust, once more taking hold, as he ripped a condom open. There was nothing he wanted more, than to feel himself enter Jimmy’s young body.

The Roofer

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kerry’s head was splitting. He couldn’t get the hammering noise out of his head and he turned over on his side, to stare at the glowing alarm clock next to the bed. He saw the numbers, realizing it was just after 7am. He also realized the hammering sound wasn’t in his head, but was coming from the house next door.

Cursing, he tossed the covers off and walked over to his bedroom window to see what the fuck was going on. Opening the blinds, he squinted as the sun beamed in. Looking up, he saw a golden tanned young man, hammering on the roof across from his bedroom. The guy had no shirt on, and he wore nothing but a pair of frayed jean cut offs. His long legs were carefully stretched out, and he could see the muscles flexing from his vantage point.

Looking up, he saw the young man’s back and then the long arms, as they seemed to move in a strange rhythm, and it was that motion that was making the noise. The son of a bitch was hammering and here it was not even 8am and worse, it was Saturday morning.

The young man looked familiar too, and as he squinted, shading his eyes he watched the head. The way the longish blond curly hair moved in time with the arms. It was strange, but he was certain he recognized the man, but couldn’t quite place him. Besides, it was too friggin early for his brain to think, let alone comprehend what was going on. After all, he had been out late, cruising the local bar and had a bit too much to drink, again.

Seemed to be a habit these days, which he knew he would have to rein in soon. Not just because the next day was a bitch, but the old bank account was getting a bit empty. He stared and muttered then let the drapes drop shut as he made his way to the bathroom. He was up, and it had him in a foul mood.

Splashing cold water on his face, he glanced up at the mirror over the sink. The bags under his eyes made him look old, despite his age of just 28. His dark brown hair was in a tangled mess, as usual and the skin looked rather pale this morning. He pulled the skin under his eyes, to stare at a pair of bloodshot amber eyes that looked horrible. He grimaced, realizing that all this late night partying was making a wreck out of him.

Straightening up, he stared at the gaunt face. His thin lips looked a bit puffed and cheeks a bit sunken as he reached for his toothbrush. Christ, he thought, if this is what it means to get old, I’ll pass, but he knew he couldn’t. The sudden rapid fire of hammering made him groan, and he turned his head towards the neighbor house. Damn rude bastards he thought.

As he leaned over and spat out the toothpaste, he looked up at his image in the mirror. His chest was a bit thin, no bulging muscles like the noisemaker outside had, but it wasn’t bad looking. Least the guys who had seen it, touched it, didn’t seem to object, though he found that those who were interested in him were getting a bit older in age. Not many of the new blood seemed all that keen, though he was always drawn to them.

Must be old age he thought as suddenly there was a loud noise. The sound of breaking glass splintering made him jump as it sounded like it was from his own bedroom. For one second he shook, wondering what the hell it could be, and hesitantly he opened the bathroom door to peer out into his own bedroom.

His blonds were blowing in the morning breeze, and the sun was shining through as he stared at the window. His eyes took in that the blinds were askew, and across his floor was huge chunks of glass. His window had somehow been smashed. Anger overcame him as he walked out, grabbed his runners so as to not cut his feet and stormed towards the broken window.

It was a mess, and further in he noticed a hammer lay on his carpet, glass all around it. His anger was real as he made his way to the window, pushing aside what remained of his blinds, to suddenly stare at the face of the man across the window. He was looking at him, with a look that was stunned. He saw the eyes open wide, the mouth hanging ajar as he just crouched on the roof, looking at the shattered window, and at Kerry.

‘It was an accident, It just slipped out of my hand, honest, uh, I’ll come right over and clean it up, honest, just uh, I uh, I’ll be right over, soon as I get down, please, it really was an accident, it didn’t hit you? I mean, Uh…’

‘No thankfully, it just scared the fucking shit out of me. What the fuck you doing up there this god damn early anyhow? Don’t you people sleep?’

‘I am sorry, I uh, I uh, I’ll be right over, if you’ll just let me in, I’ll clean it up, Please, I am sorry.’

‘Fine, I’ll go open the front door, lock it behind you, I have to get dressed.’

‘I am sorry, I won’t be long.’

‘Yeah well, just don’t fall off the ladder. I don’t want to have to clean this shit up.’

He knew he was sounding like a total asshole, but fuck it had scared the shit out of him. His heart was still beating like he had run a hundred sprints. His pulse was racing, and he took several deep breathes, to try and calm down. The adrenalin was still pumping as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the mess on his floor.

It was then, that he realized he had nothing on. He had been at the window, yelling at the kid with nothing but a pair of boxer shorts on. Christ, he thought, hell of a way to show off as he looked over at his chair. His pants lay across it, but were covered with tiny shards of glass. Christ the damn window must have exploded he thought as he moved to his dresser, grabbing the first thing handy.

Tossing them on the bed, he made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to unlock his front door. It was amazing, how he could still be feeling the adrenalin rush. It also was just dawning on him, that he did know the thug who had shattered his window. It was the son of the man next door. He had been a hellion and had a lot of parties. The most famous being the one last summer, when he had graduated from High School.

He hadn’t minded the party, had enjoyed it in fact due to all the hot young teenagers that had shown up. The collection of drunk High School Seniors out in the back yard had given him lots of eye candy to stare at. Most were shirtless, or soon became shirtless as they all tried to pick up the various females that had also attended.

‘Charlie’ that was his name. He suddenly recalled it, and realized that he had always been rather fond of the young man. His dad was a bit of a heel, and he remembered how ballistic the old guy had gone when they showed up, right at the height of the party. Seems they were supposed to be out of town for the whole week, but had come home early. Poor Charlie had got caught, and it was the last time he remembered seeing him around.

He was still recalling all the times he had seen Charlie, when the front door opened slowly. He glanced up to see Charlie come into the house. He was looking rather frightened, as he stepped inside and saw Kerry sitting on the steps. Kerry was still nearly naked, wearing only his shorts and a pair of sneakers on his feet.

‘Uh, I am sorry Mister, I uh…’

‘Yeah, accidents happen, but how the hell did you manage to get my window? I can see it falling, but geez, it landed so far inside.’

‘Did it? Geez, I am sorry, I guess I got carried away in hammering.’

He looked so sad, that Kerry couldn’t help but feel sorry for the kid. There was no doubt that he felt bad about it, and at least he was here, to clean it up and make it right. Though he wondered how he’d pay for the window. That was not going to be cheap as he stood up, realizing that he was a bit chilled.

‘Well come on up, you can get started while I get some pants on.’

He turned to head up the stairs, realizing that Charlie was staring at him. It was a look that he was rather used to, though lately he hadn’t seen to many of those kind of looks from guys Charlie’s age. It sort of helped lessen the anger, which was already dissipating.

Climbing up the stairs to his bedroom, Kerry could feel the eyes on his backside. He was suddenly feeling rather excited, and as he climbed up, he realized he was getting a boner. Christ, he thought, all I need now is to show a stiff one with a kid in the house, but he also realized that Charlie had to be at least 18 by now.

Entering his bedroom, he heard Charlie give out a low whistle. He turned to see the shock in the young man’s face. He was shaking a little as he saw the hammer, a foot or two from the bed. The window as a total disaster, and glass was all over the floor. He looked up at Kerry, apologizing again and again.

‘It’s okay, shit, you’ll need a broom. Hang on, I’ll get the one from the Kitchen.’

He turned and walked past Charlie, noticing as he did how the young man’s eyes seemed to follow him. They were downcast, but not from shame, but were checking his crotch out. Damn, he thought, as he left the room. He had a boner and there was no way that Charlie wouldn’t have noticed it.

Kerry quickly returned with the broom and dust pan. As he came into the room, he saw Charlie bending over, picking up some of the larger pieces of glass. He had the garbage pail from his bathroom in one hand, and was gingerly picking up the pieces. He turned to stare up at Kerry, and there was no mistaking how the eyes glanced briefly at his face, then moved immediately down to his crotch. He felt naked, knowing that his stiffy hadn’t fully gone down. It was flattering on the one hand, scary on the other.

‘Uh what’s with the hammering this morning? You trying to wake up your folks or just getting even?’

For the first time, he saw a bit of a smile cross the young man’s face. It was a pleasing sight actually, and he found himself grinning a little too.

‘No, sorry about that, but everyone is away, and I thought I’d fix the roof, as sort of a surprise. Kind of forgot what day and time it was before I started.’

‘Yeah, well it was rather early to hear hammering, thought it was my head at first.’

‘Sorry about that, guess I am just used to being up early.’

‘On Saturday mornings?’

‘Yeah, Sunday too.’

‘What, no parties to hit on the weekend? No bars? Clubs?’

‘Ha, no, I am only 18, and besides, bars and that, they don’t really interest me.’

Kerry felt a lot better, knowing that Charlie was indeed 18. Last thing he wanted was for the old guy next door bitching about him letting his son in, while being nearly naked. It was also a bit exciting, specially the way Charlie kept glancing at his crotch. It made him feel 20 again, as he handed him the broom.

‘No girlfriend to keep you up at night?’

As soon as he said it, he realized it was a mistake. Charlie suddenly looked like he had been hit by a hard blow to the gut. His face grew sullen, his eyes darkened, and turned away from Kerry. For a minute, Kerry thought he would break down and cry, and yet there seemed something else. It wasn’t an unusual question to ask some 18 year old stud, like Charlie.

He mumbled something, and began to slowly sweep up the tinier pieces of glass. His back was to Kerry, but he could see how his shoulders sagged, how his body moved, that it was definitely a touchy subject.

‘I don’t have a girlfriend.’

‘Really? I would have thought that…’

‘No, I don’t okay? Uh, sorry, I just.. Can we drop it?’

He was curious but he let it go. There was something about how he had said it, that got him thinking. Kerry sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Charlie swept up the glass, and then carefully knocked out the remaining shards from the window frame. He carefully tied up the drapes, and then reached up to take the blinds down.

As he reached up, it dawned on Kerry and before he could even think, he had blurted it out. ‘You are Gay’ Charlie seemed to just stop. He was motionless, as he reached up, his fingers at the top of the bar, unmoving as his whole body seemed to tense up. Kerry could see the ridges on his back, the way his arms were flexed, as silence hung in the air, until finally Charlie just seemed to sink down.

‘So everyone tells me.’

He just stood there, his arms now at his sides. His head was lowered, and for a moment or two, Kerry thought he might actually be crying. His heart felt for the young man, as it all became clear to him. No wonder he hadn’t been around, they had found out his secret, or thought they had.

‘Don’t you know?’

‘No, least, I uh, I don’t know. Maybe, I just.. I never got along with girls, but I never, I mean I haven’t…’

‘Had sex?’

‘Yeah’

‘With anyone?’

‘No, there was one girl, but she thought I was queer, and well, maybe she was right. I don’t know, never had a chance to find out, either way.’

‘Don’t you even, you know, uh… jerk off?’

‘Yeah.’

‘So what do you think about? Girls or Guys?’

‘Does it matter?’

‘Well, no, guess not, hey, just trying to help’

‘Help? Why so you can tell everyone who doesn’t know yet that I a faggot?’

‘Are you?’

‘Like I said, it’s what they all tell me, so guess I am, happy now?’

‘How come you uh, you know, tried it with a guy?’

‘Don’t know anyone who wants to. Can’t get into the bars, and last guy I uh, well let’s just say it wasn’t what I’d call a fun experience.’

‘Do you want to find out?’

‘Yeah, I suppose, why you gonna help me? Find me a guy or what, you gonna offer yourself?’

Charlie had turned around and stared at Kerry. There was tears running down his face, and he felt rather helpless. Yes, he wanted to help him, to hold him and wipe away all the pain. Poor kid, he thought, and yet at the same time, he felt his body growing excited at the prospect of being with someone like Charlie. He had all the right looks, the body, the face, everything. It was what Kerry normally would chase at the bars, but this was different. He never had a virgin before, unless you counted that time when he was a kid himself, and had played around with his best friend.

Come to think of it, that had ended badly too. Thinking back, he could understand the pain that Charlie must be feeling. He wished he knew how to make it okay.

‘I been there, I know how it feels, and yes, I would offer that, if it was what you wanted.’

Charlie just stood there. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he looked at Kerry. There was that look in his eyes, and even as he searched Kerry for signs of it being a joke, they still managed to glance down a few times. The interest showed too, as Charlie’s own crotch seemed to be a bit fuller as they had talked, as Charlie had looked at him.

He couldn’t explain it, or even how it happened but suddenly he found Charlie in his arms, and he was thrown back onto the bed. He didn’t resist as he felt the young man kiss him, and start to fondle him. Kerry was taken aback by the sudden onslaught, as Charlie seemed to just let go. He was wild, as he began to kiss Kerry, to touch him in ways that only made Kerry groan.

It was like a sudden burst of energy, as he felt his own hands starting to respond. He was kissing Charlie back, tasting the young man that no one else had tasted. It was intoxicating as his whole body was suddenly awakened. He felt the stirrings in his groin as Charlie’s hand were pulling and prodding his crotch. His cock was fully erect, and soon he felt it released, and briefly he glanced downwards. He saw his dick standing up and Charlie’s hand wrapped around it.

He moaned as Charlie’s tongue suddenly darted into his mouth. He felt the force as he squirmed under the youthful assault. His body was moving and adjusting, while Charlie continued to fondle his cock, to stroke it even. The hand was tight around his cock, and his own hand was tugging at the cut-offs.

The action suddenly stopped, as Charlie lifted himself up, and as he stared at Kerry, he reached back and soon, with Kerry’s help, his own cut-offs were off and on the floor somewhere. His underwear went with the jeans, and Kerry caught a glimpse of fully aroused cock. It looked large, thick and fully erect as it pressed hard into Kerry’s belly. He groaned, answered by the strange grunts from Charlie. They were a cross between moans and cries, as his hands worked all over Kerry’s body. He felt them tear at his ass, pulling them apart, as his legs worked their way in between his own. He heard the panting sounds as Charlie continued to kiss him but also to kiss and lick at his throat, his nipples, his chest.

Every part of his body was being attacked, and he loved it. He arched up, driving his own hard cock into Charlie’s soft groin. He heard the grunt, felt the sudden tensing of the body above him as he opened his eyes. Staring down into his face, was Charlie’s youthful face. It was aglow from the rush of the moment, and he reached up, grabbing a hand full of hair, and yanked the boy’s head down to rest on his own heaving chest. His body continued to quiver, as he guided the head downwards, until he felt Charlie’s hot breath on his crotch. He cried out, and arched up, feeling his cock banging against Charlie’s chin.

It didn’t take long, before Charlie had wrapped his lips around Kerry’s throbbing pole. He cried out, as the cock was eagerly taken into the willing mouth. He cried again and again as he felt the tongue lick at his shaft, felt the teeth grate over his hot burning skin, and then suddenly he felt the hands reaching underneath, to cup his full balls.

Charlie was moaning constantly as he sucked on Kerry’s cock, the drive making Kerry squirm more and more. His own hands had let go of the hair, and was on the shoulders, then the head. He was wrapped in total pleasure as his body began to shudder. The feel of the tongue around his shaft, then it went lower, tasting his body.

He could smell the excitement, the lust that came from their naked twisting bodies. He cried out as he tried to pull Charlie upwards, to reach for his own pleasure of touching the virgin cock. He was partially successful, as Charlie slithered up his body, kissing him all over. His cock was now wedged in Charlie’s groin, he felt Charlie’s cock burning against his own hot flesh.

Charlie cried out, as his body shook and he felt it. The cock was jerking, the hard head was moving from side to side against his groin, when the first hot splatter of cum made its presence known. Charlie cried, a long low whistling shriek that made Kerry shiver. It was more than he had ever experienced, as the young man on top released his milk all over his groin. He felt the hot liquid, felt it ran along his pubic hairs, joining his own rivers of sweat. He cried out, joining Charlie as the body above bucked and twisted as it shot more of the hot milk across Kerry’s rippling belly.

The sound of heavy panting and the sudden weight of the young man all across his body, made Kerry realize that Charlie had an orgasm. Without him even touching, or licking or tasting that cock, Charlie had cum and cum. His body was shivering, as Kerry felt the body begin to relax. He felt his own body come down from its own high, still excited, but a bit dejected. He hadn’t cum yet, but as his arms wrapped around Charlie, he knew he would soon enough.

The young man was panting, but he wasn’t finished. He was just collecting himself, as Kerry could feel the boy’s cock was still hard. He kissed his forehead, as he ran his hands down the side. The muscles rippled and shook, as his hands moved gently downwards. He felt them shiver, in anticipation as he rolled over, moving Charlie onto his side. He looked hard into the face, to see the glistening look in Charlie’s eyes, and he knew it was going to be a long day. He could see the desire still there, waiting for him.

Charlie’s head leaned against his breast, his breathing slowly returning to normal, as he placed his hands across Kerry’s side. The fingers moved down, and rested on one of his firm cheeks, digging in slightly. He pulled, making Kerry’s still erect cock dig into the front part of his thigh. He sighed, and leaned forward, kissing Kerry on the lips.

‘Guess they were right.’ Was all he said, as he snuggled in closer.