Signed, Sealed, & …

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Morgan finished addressing the envelope. He stood back, seeing his scrawl across the fine linen paper. He smiled at the small crest, beside the return address of the custom stationary, realizing that he was turning his back on all that, and more.

‘It’s finished, want to see?’ he said, turning around to stare at Chris, his roommate. He couldn’t help but feel a small catch in his throat as he said it, as he looked at the slouching 6ft dark haired Adonis that had been the catalyst, that had changed his life so drastically. Or would, once he sent off the letter, sitting next to the envelope.

Chris looked up from his huge book, and stared at Morgan. His face was angular, a tuft of hair hung over one eyebrow, giving him a rather rakish look. There wasn’t anything special about the face, or his features. He had ear length dark hair, the curled at the edges. His nose was a bit crooked from being broken a few times, his lips were pale and thin. He had a decent body, not skinny, not muscular either. He wasn’t overweight, had long legs that Morgan loved to feel wrapped around his own slender body.

He truly enjoyed their time together, the way that everyday living together seemed to just flow naturally around their own needs. Chris had his space, and he gave Morgan his, but in times of stress, he was somehow always there, beside him. Chris knew when to touch him, when to stay clear of him. No one, not even his Nanny, had that knack, but Chris had it. It was part of why he loved him so much, but it went deeper than that.

There might be nothing unique about Chris, until you looked into his eyes. Then you could see that there was a lot more to him than just being good looking. His eyes were smooth as glass, clear and always looking. They never seemed to stand still, but were always searching. The first time he had looked hard into Chris’ eyes, he had felt his heart pound, felt his whole body shiver, as if something dark and mysterious had touched his very soul.

Chris wasn’t an athlete, but together the two of them would go jogging at the ungodly hour of 5am. Rain or shine, they would don their running gear, and go for a run around the campus, making only one stop on the way home. It was at the local Starbucks, where they would get a coffee, a regular one too and not one of those double this or triple that. Then slurping the hot liquid, they would head home.

It was during those jogs, that Morgan felt closest to Chris. Not like they talked much during those two hour jogs, but then they didn’t seem to need words, to know what the other was thinking, or needing. He couldn’t explain it, but it was early on, in one of their morning jogs, that Morgan realized Chris knew about him. Somehow, without saying a word, or even a telling glance, Chris knew Morgan was gay. In truth, Morgan rarely even admitted to it, to himself, but that morning, he knew Chris knew.

That was also the morning when he had his first real gay sexual encounter. The routine had been to alternate who would shower first, which worked out fine, but that morning, while it had been his turn, Chris just showed up, as Morgan was stepping into the shower stall. He was surprised, embarrassed a little because of his erection, but Chris merely dropped his own towel, and guided him into the shower.

As Chris put his book down, and sauntered over to stand behind Morgan, all he could think of was that morning, when Chris showed him how much he was in love with him. It was a shower he would never forget, but then, these days it was also part of their morning routine. There was no turns now, they would come back from their jog, then head straight to the bathroom, strip and climb into the shower together.

It was where Morgan would get his first real morning kiss, his morning grope. No matter how the day was, dull or rainy or sunny, it was the morning shower that always made Morgan feel so alive, so ready for the day. The jog might get the heart pumping, but the touch of Chris’ hands on his naked body, the feel of his lips pressing against his mouth, were what really got his blood churning. It was that connection, that made him shiver, made him relish the new day. Screw the weather, he would think, as he would feel Chris’ hands digging into his cheeks, feeling his crotch digging into Chris’ own groin. The day was always perfect, once the shower doors closed behind them.

For over two and half years they had shared a room together, and a life. They had their ups and downs too, but it always ended with them back in each other’s arms. Morgan had a few flings at first, then during one of their jogs, it just seemed he no longer cared about other guys. It just hit him, and as he had jogged, wondering how to see if Chris also felt that way, he suddenly felt his hand being taken by Chris. He turned his face, to stare into those eyes, and it was perhaps one of the few times that the eyes simply stared into his, sparkling and shimmering in a way he had never seen before.

Their hands locked together as they continued to jog, no words being spoken other than through their eyes. They knew the route by heart, their legs and bodies seemed to know every twist and turn without being told, and for quite a distance they simply let their bodies work on auto pilot, as their souls seemed to meet. It was a strange experience, but when their hands broke apart, Morgan knew that Chris was only interested in him, and he in Chris. It was somehow settled, and from that moment on, neither of them ever went looking for others, neither one ever accepted the advances of someone else. It was like being married, without the words being said.

As he felt Chris touch his shoulder, he leaned back to feel his partner’s warmth. The touch, the closeness made Morgan feel at ease, at peace with himself. He could hear Chris reading the letter, mouthing the words. He waited, knowing exactly where Chris was at in his reading, waiting for the one part.

The hand on his shoulder tightened, and Morgan knew that Chris was re-reading that one paragraph. He could feel the tension, feel the fingers applying more pressure to his shoulder as he read it over and over again. The words were silently being mouthed, he knew that too, as he sat back, waiting. He could feel the tension rise and fall, feel it replaced by something else, as the touch grew more intense, but less painful. It was a connection he could feel, deep inside of him, as Chris stood back upright. His hand still resting on Morgan’s shoulder.

‘You didn’t mince words, that’s for sure, positive you want to be that definite?’

Morgan twisted around in his chair. He saw the eyes peering down at him, then glance to the letter, then back. He felt the love, felt it around him and around Chris, as he let himself smile, trying to hide his own nervousness, his own tension.

‘It is how I feel, how I have felt for a long time now, I have no regrets, they both need to know that.’

Chris smiled, as he let his hand run lightly through Morgan’s hair, gently caressing him. Morgan leaned back, his head resting against Chris’ chest as he felt his head being caressed. His body was quivering to the gentle touch. Every nerve inside was jangling, reacting to the feel of love that came with each caress.

‘Sending them that, you give them no choice but to do what they threatened, sure you want to do that? It’s a hell of a lot to give up’

Chris’ voice trailed off, and he could see worry in his lover’s face. He knew that Chris would do anything he asked, even do what Morgan’s parents had asked, if Morgan wanted him to. He also knew, that his parents had tried every trick in the book to protect their name, to get Chris to leave Morgan. Looking up at him, he smiled, knowing about the bribe they offered, knowing too how Chris had ripped the cashier’s cheque up, then burned it, in front of his parent’s lawyer.

His parents had done their best to split them up, their last threat had been the final straw for Morgan. Chris had never asked him to, but he knew how proud it had made Chris feel, when Morgan had told him about the letter he was going to write, about how he had enough. Yes, it would cost him, and they had discussed it for several nights, but he had made up his mind. There was more to life than money and besides, he wasn’t stupid either.

In a rare moment, he had surprised Chris with the news that he had always known he was different, that while he never had admitted it to himself, really, he had still learned to protect himself. His allowances had been hefty, but he never had wanted much. He had enough saved, in various investments that if he chose, he wouldn’t have to work, but he wanted to. Besides, he was graduating third in his law class, and whether he joined the family firm or not, there were other firms eager to hire him, knowing he was gay.

‘No, not really. It’s only money, and we can always get that, not like either of us are incapable of earning a damn good living.’

‘It isn’t the money I am talking about.’

‘I know, but in all honesty, there never was much of a family bond, I have no recollections of time with either of them. They were always off somewhere, at some affair, on some jaunt to somewhere. There really is nothing for me to be missing, Katie and Patrick were the one’s who raised me, while they played power brokers. Kate is long gone now, and Patrick, well he no longer even remembers me. There is no one to miss.’

He felt rather sad as he spoke about his Nanny and her husband. He was nice old man, suffering from the ravages of old age now, and the loss of his Katie. She had always been there for him, while Patrick had done what a father would do. He had played catch with him, taught him about fishing, and about life too. Patrick had never worked for his father, but he had come every weekend, to play with his Katie’s adopted son.

It was from them both, that he learned about love, about values that mattered. He missed Katie, the way she would talk to him, always treating him like a person, not a possession, not a job either. It was her he went to when he had nightmares, when he had problems. It was Patrick that taught him that being a man wasn’t about who you screwed, but was one who stood for something.

He missed their talks, but he wouldn’t miss the few conversations he had with his parents. Inside he felt nothing for either his mother or father. They were just names of people he really didn’t know. Despite all the years, he had to admit, they were more like strangers to him, than Katie or her family had been. Morgan felt the sadness inside, but then he felt his head being tilted back, Chris had his fingers under his chin.

Staring up, he saw the eyes, moist and full of love. His heart thumped a bit, as Chris lowered his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips. The touch was amazing. The sadness inside, seemed to just disappear. Instead he felt a warmth taking its place, filling him with happiness.

‘Katie would be proud of you.’

The tears welled up in his own eyes, as he stood up and let himself fall into Chris’ open arms. He felt the strong arms encircle him, hold him and bringing him in tightly. He could feel Chris’ heart beating and felt his love touching him all over. He sighed, as he let his head nestle into the crook of Chris’ shoulder.

Morgan stood there for several minutes, then he lifted his head off of Chris, and looked once more into his eyes. They were clear now, sparkling and crystal clear. The love was real, he could feel it, and the vision of Chris tearing up that cheque, filled him with a strange sense of being. Even for him, used to large sums of money, the size of the cheque had surprised him. To know that it hadn’t taken Chris a minute to tear it up, to not even hesitate in destroying a chance for him to live on easy street for the rest of his life, was a powerful statement.

‘She’d be proud of you too, just as I am’

Morgan felt Chris reach around, and in one second he felt himself being lifted off his feet. He put his arms around Chris’ neck, as Chris hefted him up to cradle him in his arms. He saw the eyes soften, saw the liquid at the corners, and he knew that Chris was proud of him too. He saw his eyes flutter, then felt the hard kiss on his lips.

It was like being in a dream, as Chris carried him gently into their bedroom. He felt the love, felt the hard beat of Chris’ heart as they entered their room, and he opened his eyes. The room was dark, but Chris didn’t bang a thing, as he walked around the side, and slowly laid Morgan down on the bed, on Chris’ side of the bed.

Chris turned towards the night table, and pulled out a tea light candle. A match flared as he lit it and placed it under the pot Pourri burner. Another match flared, and the long tapered candle flickered into life. Slowly Chris turned back, glancing down at Morgan. He stepped back, and removed his shirt, then bent down to remove his socks. He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. Stepping out, Morgan stared at the tented shorts, and he too quickly removed his shirt, and undid his pants, sliding them off his own body. He kicked out with his feet, to send them off the bed, but not once did he let his eyes leave Chris’ face.

Chris held his eyes, looking deep inside and Morgan could feel his heart racing. His lungs began to ache, as did the rest of his body, as Chris slowly pushed his shorts down. He watched as Morgan’s eyes followed the motion, stopped and stared at the rock solid uncut cock that was suddenly staring at Morgan. Licking his lips, Morgan glanced back up at Chris.

A thin warm smile crossed his face, the flickering shadows of the candle adding to his natural beauty. Morgan sighed, as Chris climbed onto the bed, straddling Morgan’s body. His hands moved down, gripped the underwear and pushed them down and lifted his body up, to slide them past. Morgan shook a little as he brought his knees up, to let Chris slide the shorts up and over, to let them rest around the ankles. Morgan pulled his feet out, and with one swift kick, sent them off the bed. His knees were still up, cradling Chris’ backside.

He felt the warmth, as Chris leaned against his legs. His eyes now travelled up and down Morgan’s naked body. Morgan felt the love, the passion too, as he just watched the eyes, watching them sparkle and flicker. He saw the way the candle light danced across the towering young man, feeling like he was in some movie.

Chris placed his hands on either side of Morgan. He leaned forward, his hair dangling over his face as he looked deeply into Morgan’s face. His eyes seemed like burning embers of hot coals, as the face slowly lowered, and the lips puckered slightly. He felt his body tense, as the lips lightly brushed his, then he felt the press of the lips on his chin, then his cheeks and finally his forehead. He opened his eyes, to see the face once more coming down, and this time he felt the lips press up against his mouth.

His own lips parted, and Chris’ tongue darted inside. He felt the tongue lick at his, taste him and then the light nibble of his teeth against his lower lip. He felt it tremble, as Chris pulled back, then felt the force of his love, as the tongue dove deep inside, licking and tasting every part of his mouth. His heart was racing faster, as Chris began to gently run his hand down his chest, tweak one nipple then another, and then he felt the hard cock sliding up and down on his belly.

Morgan could feel the sticky pre-cum as it was smeared across his belly. The muscles inside shuddering, as they felt the touch too. His mouth was fully engaged by Chris’ tongue, as he felt a hand lean over, away from him and fumble with something on the night table. Then Chris pulled back, something in his mouth, the sound of tearing plastic, then he opened his eyes, to stare at Chris.

He felt the hand move down, past his own cock. Chris leaned back on Morgan’s legs, and he looked down his body, watching the thin plastic being unrolled down the hard cock. He licked his lips, his eyes wide, almost pleading for Chris to hurry. Chris looked up, smiled as the last of the condom was unrolled down his cock. There was no need to stroke it even, it was already hard and ready as he positioned himself between Morgan’s legs.

Morgan reached down, as his legs were lifted up and tossed on top of Chris’ shoulders. He felt the shoulders press up on the backside of his thighs, as Chris leaned forward. He felt the cock being held, being moved under his balls, and then down between his shaking cheeks.

Licking his lips, Morgan lifted his eyes to stare up at Chris. He watched as his body squirmed a little, as the touch of the hard cock between his cheeks made him tense up a little. He could feel beads of sweat on his forehead, as Chris slowly moved his cock up and down his valley. His cheeks were spread apart by the thick cock, and his own cock was aching, as he waited for that one moment.

His head fell back onto the bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He saw the shadows dancing across the ceiling, as Chris slowly pushed his cock up against Morgan’s hole. Morgan felt the ache, felt the thick head resting up against him. His eyes stared at the shadows, his heart racing as he held his breath, waiting.

The hand holding Chris’ cock moved away, and Morgan could feel Chris’ eyes on him, as he felt the pressure begin to increase. Then suddenly, the pain came. His body shook, as Chris penetrated him slowly. It was a rolling pain that felt like it would never stop. He felt the slow press, as the cock head began to stretch his hole, to slowly push aside his bodies natural resistance.

He let out a small moan, his hands holding his legs up and spread open. His chest began to heave as the cock head made its way inside of him. His muscles protesting every inch of the way. His insides felt like they were on fire, as the cock made its way inside, feeling like a huge pile driver. His body began to shudder as the cock continued to press inwards.

Drops of sweat were dripping off Chris onto his chest, making him squirm, as the cock was slowly driven into his body. He heard the grunt and felt the press of Chris’ groin pressing into his cheeks. He could feel the wiry hair itself, tickle the outer edges of his hole, and he knew Chris was buried deep inside of him. He groaned himself, as slowly Chris began to pull back, to bring out that huge pole that had filled him.

His body quivered, as he felt the head coming back to his hole, about to leave. His eyes were shut tight, but he saw small dots of colors pulsing behind his closed eyelids. His heart raced even faster, as he let one hand grab his own cock. He gripped his cock hard, as Chris began to slowly push back inside. In and out he went, moving very slow with each thrust in, with each pulling back. Morgan’s muscles inside quivered, holding onto the thick cock as long as they could, letting it slide past reluctantly each time.

He was moaning, feeling each thrust deeply. It made him squirm, made him sweat as the pace began to quicken. Chris began to twist his hips a little, making the cock twist and press harder against the sides of his velvet tunnel. His hole was aching, from being spread apart so wide, but all he could think of was how good it felt. His lungs ached, as his own hand stroked his cock faster and faster.

Morgan opened his eyes to stare down his body. He could barely see his hand as it was nothing but a blur as he stroked his throbbing pole. He felt his body jump with each hard thrust into him, felt it sink into the mattress as the huge cock was pulled back, before once more being driven hard into him. He closed his eyes, feeling his balls slap up against his white knuckles as Chris began to drive even harder. He could hear Chris’ grunts, hear his groans too, as he began to go even faster.

The sound of his heart thundering echoes in his ears, drowning out the cries that were coming from him and Chris. His mind was reeling, as strangle brilliant lights were flashing across his eyelids, making him tremble. He could hear water running, could see the steam slowly filling the small shower stall, feel the touch of Chris pressing against him.

His mind was all over the place, picking out previous love making times, but nothing could compare to the feelings that were now racing inside of his body. His lungs ached, his ass ached, his cock felt like it was burning up, as felt himself losing all control. His other hand fell off his legs, pounded the mattress as the cock drove deep and hard into him. His other hand was a total blur, as it pulled at his cock. The pain in his chest grew tighter, the sound of his heart seemed to be off in a distance, as a sort of eerie quiet muffled the sounds all around him. He bit his lip, feeling the ache, unable to stop it, and he felt his body bucking, shaking, and being literally lifted up off the bed.

His hand hurt, as he heard a shout, a scream really. His heart seemed to just stop for one second. His lungs seemed to linger in mid air, then he felt it. His balls had slung up, his juice was rushing out, and the scream was him yelling.

The feel of hot liquid splashing across his trembling stomach made him cry out more. It made his whole body convulse in a rolling wave of tremors, as his hips shot upwards. The hard cock buried inside twisted and jerked too. He felt it, as his body exploded. The gush of cum seemed to sizzle as it hit his body, and he felt the sudden emptiness inside, as Chris pulled his own cock out. He vaguely heard the ripping sound of plastic coming off flesh, then he heard the cry, felt the press of Chris’ body pressing up against his collapsing legs.

The hard splatter of Chris’ cum hit him just under the chin. Then another a bit lower, near the base of his Adam’s apple, then another across his heaving chest. He heard a grunt, another groan and more cum splattered across his body, mixing with his own cum. He felt each drop as it hit his body, felt the body pushing up against his tremble as the last of the cum dribbled out, across his matted pubic hairs.

His legs were spread on either side of him, twitching and shaking. Then he felt the weight on top, felt Chris slowly collapse on top of him, his body also twitching, shaking. He felt him on top, and reached down and over with his hands, to caress Chris’ head. His hands felt the wet hair, but more than that, he felt the deep gulps of air, as Chris tried to breath, tried to cool down.

They laid there for minutes. Each slowly returning to normal. The ragged panting replaced by somewhat normal breathing, the feverish feeling gradually diminishing as their bodies cooled off. His heart was no longer racing, no longer sounding like a racing engine being revved up beyond safe limits. His eyes were slowly able to focus, the brilliant flashes of light no longer burning into his mind.

Chris rolled off to rest on one side and he leaned forward. His lips brushed the arm, kissing it lightly as he slowly began to breath normally. Morgan looked down, then slowly let his leg move off the bed, and with a great deal of physical effort, he managed to lift his exhausted body up to sit on the edge of the bed. He could feel Chris’ eyes on his back, as he stood up slowly, still feeling a bit feint.

Turning to the exhausted Chris, he smiled. He looked just as he had that morning in the shower, that no longer seemed so long ago. He felt the love inside, as his body slowly tried to recover, slowly tried to get ready for the next round.

He walked out of the bedroom, over to his desk. He leaned down, signed his name at the bottom, then folded the letter up and placed it in the envelope. He opened the flap, licked it, then sealed it and turned around. Chris was standing there, his eyes watching Morgan’s every move.

Morgan stared at him, saw that his cock was no longer limp or hiding behind its covering of skin. His own body seemed to also be awake, as he let the envelop fall back onto the desk. It could wait a bit longer, he though as he turned back to Chris, and reached out for his hand, and followed him back into the bedroom.

Just Mike (2)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

(Read Part One of Just Mike Here.)

The night seemed like it would never end. There were an endless parade of men onto the stage. Each one supposedly hotter than the previous one, but Mike couldn’t really tell. He was too lost in realizing that he had been jerked off, in public. More than that, there was the promise of much more to come and not with some stranger either, but with Chase.

It was like he had walked into a whole new world, when he had summoned up the courage to come to this gay bar. If he had only known, maybe he wouldn’t be a damn virgin now, and then that started to bother him, making his enjoyment all the more distant. His nervousness continued to grow, as he sat there, staring but not seeing much of anything.

Everything was in a fog. His mind was reeling still, from the unbelievable ecstasy he had felt when Chase had touched his cock, had began to stroke it. Right there, with others all around, he had reached inside his pants, and made him cum. He could still feel the dried cum and wondered what Chase was thinking. Was he thinking that Mike was easy, that he was some slut?

Yet when he managed to find Chase looking at him, or when their eyes met, he could see him smile a bit wider, see a strange look of hunger in his eyes that banished those thoughts, but only for a moment. The night was becoming a torment, the joy being replaced by his doubts. Yet every now and then, he would feel that spurt of utter contentment.

His body seemed as confused as his mind. He’d be thinking of what Chase would be like in bed, if he would please him, or fail, and his dick would be suddenly hard as a rock. So hard, it hurt, then just as suddenly would be limp as hell, as if it had been immersed in ice cold water.

He would get hot flashes at the oddest moments, then suddenly break out into a cold sweat as he’d steal a glance at Chase. Thoughts about being unsuitable, of not being able to measure up kept tugging at him, making him even more nervous, more unsure if even Chase had been asking him to come home with him. It wasn’t like he had come right out and asked, so maybe he was reading more into it?

Then too, what if the others were going back there too? Would he be alone with him, was he even supposed to be? Hell, did Chase even want him to be? His head felt like it would explode as it explored all the different possibilities. Then to his amazement, he found the lights were all turned on high.

The stage shows had long finished, and he hadn’t even noticed. Drinks were being downed and Mike realized that the bar was closing. The night was at an end, and the moment of truth was rapidly approaching. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, as a couple at the table stood up, stretching and gathering up their jackets. They were leaving, and was he supposed to make like he was to? Was he to meet Chase outside, or go out with him?

Panic was ripping at him, as he struggled trying to figure out what to do when it was all settled for him. Adam and his partner now stood up, grinning at him while clutching at each other.

‘Later Chase, I can see you have found a date for the night, so we’ll bugger off. Junior here can pay for a cab ride home.’

Chase looked over at Mike, then grinned up at Adam.

‘Bitch, but thanks, catch u later man’

Adam and his partner left, and suddenly he was left there, alone at the table with just Chase. He turned to watch Adam leave, among others. He felt the sweat on his forehead, unsure what to do, afraid to look at Chase, in case he said something wrong, or assumed something that wasn’t. Did Adam mean he was that ‘date’ for the night? Or had Chase picked out someone else, was he maybe just waiting for Mike to get up and leave?

‘Adam can be such a bitch at times, uh, but he does say what’s on his mind, after a few drinks. So, uh, was he right?’

Beads of sweat were dripping off his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, as he fought for time. He wanted to say the right thing, but what was it? He didn’t want to come off looking like a complete idiot, and ruin his chances for tonight.

‘Uh, right?’

‘Haha, yeah, is he? Do I have a date?’

‘I uh… yes… if you want.’

Chase stared at him, his face suddenly looking very thoughtful, as if he was suddenly having second thoughts or something. Mike felt like he had blown it, that somehow he had shown Chase that he wasn’t interested or something. A cold chill suddenly filled his body, and he shook a little, afraid of what he might have done.

‘Only if you do, uh, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, this is more than just your first time here, isn’t it?’

Mike just nodded, too afraid to speak. His face lowered, he felt like he was about to cry actually. Had to be the booze he had drunk. Another first for him, having more than one drink of beer. Still, he so desperately wanted to be a part of the guys, that he had tried to keep up with them, now it was all closing in on him. Fear was his companion, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom.

It would be all over the place soon. Chase wouldn’t want to take him home now, not some virgin dufus like him. His heart ached, as he really did want to go with Chase, but he had blown it. He was certain of that.

Suddenly Chase stood up, towering over Mike. He stared down at him, then smiled. It was a smile he’d never forget, because he could see that Chase still hungered for him. He could see his desire, and everything suddenly felt just right. Even his body seemed pleased, as he felt that tell tale ache in his crotch. Mike stood up, smiling as Chase took his hand out of his jacket, holding a set of car keys.

‘Car is across the street, we better get going’

Mike looked at the keys, then at Chase. His heart was still enjoying the fact that Chase wanted him, and he wanted nothing to ruin the night, but the idea of Chase driving, given all that he had drunk scared him a little. He had heard so much about drinking and driving, and he didn’t want to risk it, even for Chase.

‘Uh, sure you should be driving?’

The words were out before he could stop them. He stood very still, afraid of being laughed at, or made fun of, but he had said it. His eyes continued to stare at his feet, unable to look up.

‘Why not? Shit, you thought that was booze? Hell man, that was ginger ale, I was the designated driver tonight, next week it’ll be Adam’s turn. So, uh, yeah I am okay to drive, unless you planning to jump my bones when we get into the car?’

The laughter and words made him tremble a little. He stared up at Chase, and realized that he had assumed he had been drinking hard alcohol, not that it was soda pop. He felt like a total ass, for even thinking Chase would drink and drive. Yet as he looked at Chase, the sense of foolishness vanished. He was so friggin handsome, and the idea of touching him, was doing strange things to his mind, as well as his body.

‘I uh, can’t guarantee I won’t… sorry, I mean about the uh…’

‘Forget it, actually, kind of sweet, maybe it’ll be me jumping your bones while we drive? Haha.. don’t worry Mike, I don’t take risks when driving, my dad would skin me alive if I got into an accident. It’s okay, come on.’

He just smiled, feeling like he was suddenly part of Chase’s friends. The thoughts from before, well he more or less pushed them aside. All that mattered, was he hadn’t blown it, so far. He was going home with Chase.

The car ride to Chase’s home was a perfect forty or so minutes. It gave him time to settle down, or sort of settle down. Course that was hard to do sitting next to Chase, feeling his body touching his, and just being able to smell him. His scent was amazingly still strong, though it had a bit of a stale smell to it, from the bar.

Arriving at his home, Mike noticed how nice everything looked, even in the dark. The house was rather a large affair, set back from the street. There were two huge trees out front, and more all around the sides. Inside it looked gigantic, compared to his own home, and there was a winding stairway that led up to the second floor level. He could see large pieces of furniture as he followed Chase up the stairs, to his bedroom.

The house had a nice smell to it, a clean scent. His heart was thundering, as he followed Chase. His eyes were darting all over, as he climbed up. They would glance down, see some shadow, then dart back to see those perfect orbs of flesh ahead of him. His mind would be wondering what one odd shape was, then suddenly start wondering what it would be like to touch those perfect cheeks.

He had sort of seen them naked, but only a fleeting look. He hadn’t wanted to tip his hand, but now he could look, and soon would be able to get his fill of what they would be, naked. His body shook at the thought of being able to touch at those cheeks, and more. More and more he wondered just how big was Chase, did he have an uncut penis, or was it cut? Did it even matter, and then he began to feel the fear again.

What if he was horrible at sucking cock? What if he couldn’t handle Chase’s dick in his mouth, or if it was too big to take up his ass? Did Chase have condoms, or did he not even use them? The fear, the questions, became overwhelming and he almost walked into the wall next to Chase’ bedroom door. Stepping inside, he saw a room unlike his own. The bed seemed to grab his attention, as Chase tossed his jacket towards a chair off to one side.

The bed was a bit rumpled, but had a blue blanket on it. Two pillows were propped up at the head of the double bed. There was a small night table, with a clock radio on it, and a lamp. Chase had moved towards it, switched it on and Mike saw a bluish light cast its light over the top.

Chase turned towards him, smiling. The panic left him, as he smiled back, stepping inside. He closed the door, out of habit, and looked around, commenting on how nice it was. He commented on the computer sitting by the window, and the posters, which only seemed to make Chase grin more.

‘Nervous fellow, aren’t you Mike?’

‘Me? A bit I guess, sorry.’

‘It’s okay, look, don’t worry, okay? I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t do shit like that, okay?’

‘Uh, sure, I uh… just I uh…’

‘The bathroom is through that door, you can undress in there if you want, there are bath towels you can use too, okay?’

‘Well I do have to pee, but… thanks.’

He stood over the toilet, trying to pee. Mike felt a bit giddy, and as he tried to do his business, he found it hard with a stiff dick. Christ, he didn’t want to take forever, and finally he managed to pee. Pulling his zipper up, he looked around, saw the towels hanging. He began to unbutton his shirt, but stopped at the second button.

While he was indeed nervous, he also realized that part of the thrill, was to see the other person get naked. He was missing seeing Chase that way, because of his own shyness, or fear. He wanted to see him that way, knowing it was too late for that, but not for Chase to see him. Glancing over at the mirror, he hoped Chase wouldn’t be disappointed.

Mike entered the bedroom. The blue light over the nightstand still burned, but the other room lights were all off. He stared over at the bed, saw Mike’s curly hair and thin face looking at him. The head was propped up on one naked arm. He sighed, wishing he had spoken up before, but he closed the door, and walked over to the bed.

Chase looked up at him, his eyes questioning him. Mike thought he looked like perfect, laying there. His eyes moved down, saw the form hidden under the blanket, feeling a bit giddy as he reached up, to unbutton the last two buttons of his shirt. He could feel Chase’s eyes growing bigger, as they bore in on his shaking figure.

He couldn’t look at Chase, least not his face. Instead he kept staring at the middle of the bed, where he could see Chase’s hips pushing the blanket up. He wasn’t sure but another fold in the blanket looked more like a stiff cock, than just a fold. His mouth felt dry, and he licked his lips, remembering how he had bitten it when Chase had his hand on his dick, under the table back at the bar.

His own cock was already hard, but it seemed to grow more taut, as he took his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His shivered a bit, kicking his runners off his feet. Then he bent over, to take his socks off. He let them drop on top of his runners, then he straightened up. So far Chase hadn’t said a word, but he heard him hold his breath, as his hands moved down towards his pants.

His fingers felt stiff, as he fumbled with the button, until it finally popped open. The zipper was quickly pulled down, and he started to push his pants down his legs. He bent over a little, glancing over at Chase. He could see his eyes, they looked like huge saucers, as they stared at him. A final shove, and the pants were down at his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then couldn’t help but stare up at Chase. The fold in the bed had seemed to grow too, but he wanted to see if Chase really was watching, was turned on or not. Had he been right in not undressing in the bathroom?

The look across Chase’s face told him he had been right in not using the bathroom. He sort of grinned, as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. His own eyes were devouring that handsome face, as he pushed the shorts down, feeling is cock spring out. His eyes saw Chases eyes almost pop out as his cock came free, to stick straight out, almost pointing at Chase. He saw him lick his lips, and then the flash of white, as his teeth were bared.

With his shorts at his ankles, he stepped out of them, then stood upright. He moved towards the bed, when Chase simply grabbed the blanket and lifted them up and over, pushing them off to one side. In that instant, Mike was able to see the soft glow of blue tinted flesh. His eyes moved from Chase’s face towards the exposed crotch, and he saw what he had only dreamed of, until now.

Chase had a big cock, least in Mike’s mind. It seemed so swollen, so long that he felt a bit of panic, but only for a moment. Instead he felt himself growing very warm, felt sweat beginning to once more bead up all over as he moved closer towards the bed, and Chase.

He wanted to just reach out and grab that cock, and yet he also wanted to just climb into the bed and lean all over Chase. He wanted to kiss him, to taste every inch of him, but that cock looked so damn inviting. He gulped, as Chase moved his body closer to the wall, to give Mike more room, and that made up his mind.

The desire was too much. His dreams had been bad enough to deal with, now he had the real thing in front of him. The real cock, not some dreamed up emaciated little pole. A live cock, that jerked and had real hot blood flowing through its veins. His mind was overwhelmed, but instead of just climbing in, like one would do to go to sleep, he leaned over, and kissed Chase on the lips. He held his head between his two hands, as he kissed him full on the lips, tasting him only briefly, before he let go and climbed onto the bed. He rested on his knees, as he moved his head straight down towards Chase’s cock.

He smelled him, that special aroma of a man aroused that only could come from his crotch. Licking his lips, he let his hands touch the golden flanks of flesh, feeling a strange jolt of electricity run up and down his arm. He felt it running along the flank too, as he bent over to kiss at the spot where the legs joined the torso. There was no mistaking the intake of breath from above him, nor the slight trembling of the body as his lips lightly kissed the soft flesh. He could see the cock under his chin, feel its warmth against his neck, and he began to move his mouth down, across the pubic hairs.

The hard cock was jerking a little and he could hear the shallow breathing from Chase. He had put one hand lightly on his head, as he had kissed him down there. Now the hand was pressing his head with more firmness, and he knew that Chase wanted him to continue, to take him. He felt a moments fear, then the sight of that throbbing pole banished it all away. His eyes opened wider, his mouth also opened, as he let his tongue flick out, touching the side of the hard pole. It shook, moved as the edge of his tongue raked the long pole. It curled up around the head, then slowly marched down the entire throbbing shaft, till it curled around the root of the cock. Chase groaned, the hand pressing harder on Mike’s head. He felt the hips shoot out, felt the cock pressing forward, as he let his hands run down the flank, feeling and touching the hot flesh.

His own body ached, as he let his mouth kiss the hard shaft, then move along it, till the head was now in front. He pursed his lips, as the hand grabbed a handful of his hair, twisting the strands in its hold. He felt it hurt, felt some of his hair ripping out, but he didn’t care. It was a feeling, somewhere out there, as all he could feel was the hot breath of the cock before him.

His eyes were taking it all in. He saw the veins pulsing as Chase’s blood poured through them. His nostrils flared, taking in the rich scent. His own chest was heaving, aching as he leaned forward, his lips suddenly grazing the huge head. Every nerve in his body was screaming, then shrieking as he felt the jolt racing up and down his body.

Mike’s legs were feeling cramped, as he slowly stretched out, until most of his lower legs were dangling over the edge of the bed. His head was leaning over Chase, as he kissed the cock head a second time. There was a strange liquid around the centre, that he felt on his lips. It had a salty taste, and as it filled his senses, he felt the need for more of that taste, knowing it was pre-cum. His body shook, as he licked at the cock head now, feeling it tremble, tasting it too.

His pulse was racing, the hand on his head pushing him down hard now. Chase had rolled over, onto his back, the hard cock stuck upwards, straight into the air and now Mike shuffled forward, his one arm encircling Chase’s lower waist. His hand rested on the small of his back, as he leaned down, letting his mouth kiss again the hot burning head. His eyes fluttered, unable to stay open, as his mouth spread open, his tongue racing out to lick at the head. A long low murmur came from Chase, but Mike ignored it, as his own body was trembling with excitement. His first taste of a cock was more than he had hoped it would be. It was making him giddy, making him desire and crave more, and soon Mike’s tongue was licking at the huge pole, as if it was a popsicle.

He licked, and kissed, while the moans grew louder behind him. The hand continued to try and press his head down, to move it over the cock and finally he gave in to the hard pressure. His mouth opened, as he lowered his head, the press of the hand urging him to go faster. He tried, feeling the hot flesh pass his lips, felt his teeth scrape the head, then he felt Chase squirm a little.

Mike pulled back, then wrapped his lips over his teeth, lowering his head again over the cock. He felt his mouth tighten around the throbbing pole, felt the loud groan more than heard it, as he filled his entire mouth with Chase’s cock. He could feel his throat protesting, feel himself gag a bit, but he ignored it. He forced his throat to open wider, to take the dripping cock head inside.

He felt his legs go taut, felt light-headed, as he swallowed more of Chase’s cock. He felt the veins throb as they passed his mouth, felt the head diving further into his throat, felt his muscles protesting, but he didn’t care. It was Chase’s cock, something he had always wanted, now could have. He wasn’t going to stop and slowly his throat gave in to his will. The muscles retracted, letting the cock slide in and out without protest. He felt his head moving up and down, felt his hands clutching at the balls, squeezing them, poking them. His arm around Chase drew inwards, making Chase lean into him.

Back and forth his head moved, licking and sucking at the cock. His other hand now kept rubbing the inside of Chase’s thighs, then the balls. He could hear the moans, but he wasn’t sure if they were his or Chases’. His body was suddenly tense, as the hips began to shove forward, then pull back. He felt the cock moving faster inside his mouth, and his nose was poking hard into the soft belly as he heard Chase’s voice, heard him say something, but he didn’t understand.

The cock in his mouth jerked from side to side. The head banged into his throat side, then it felt like it was pulling out, but instead it suddenly sprang forward. He felt Chase’s body stiffen for a second, felt the cock suddenly swell up and then his whole mouth was awash with something hot and salty. He gagged, his throat trying to close as the hot liquid filled him entirely. He swallowed by reflex, tasting the semi sweet, salty mixture slide downwards. Some began to drip out of from the corners of his mouth, as he felt the hard press of Chase’s entire groin into his head.

The hand on his head, jerked, then suddenly no longer held his head. His hair was a mess, dangling across his face even, as he felt the throbbing cock growing then shrink, then grow again, then shrink again. Each time it shrunk, more of the hot liquid would pour into his mouth, most of it now flowing out from his lips.

He was panting as finally he pulled back, his stomach rumbling. He had swallowed some, but not all of the cum. It was his first real taste, and it was a strange feeling, as he licked his lips, raised his head, and leaned on his hands. His legs were numb as he slowly struggled to shift them onto the bed, moving himself upwards, so he could be level with Chase.

The room was spinning as he felt a hand reach out and circle around him, under his chin. He felt himself being drawn down, and soon he was feeling Chase’s breath on his face. He could see strange dots of colors before his eyes, as his body was still trembling. He was trying to assimilate it all, when he felt the lips on his, felt the tongue lick out and then he was on top of Chase once more. His whole body was over him, and he felt the quivering, felt the shaking.

‘I want you in me’

His heart was racing, as he lifted his head a little, to stare into Chase’s face. It was as he had heard, he could see it in the eyes, the way Chase was pleading with him. Mike wanted nothing more than to do as Chase asked, despite the fear that was rising up again. Chase just looked at him, the eyes pleading.

‘Condoms are in the first drawer’

He sat back, his hands on Chase’s arm, seeing that look of confidence, of desire. His own face was grinning, as he turned around, to fumble with the drawer. He felt the box, and pulled it out, letting it rest on the night table. Mike could feel Chase watching, as he opened the box, taking out a strip of condoms. He held them in one hand, turning slightly to look at Chase.

‘I uh… you sure?’

The eyes sparkled, the head nodded as a hand came up, taking the condoms and Mike watched as Chase put one package in his mouth, ripping it off the strip, tossing the others back towards the night table. Still holding the package in his teeth, he ripped it open, and lifted himself up, to stare down at Mike’s crotch, at his fully erect cock.

‘Oh yeah, I am sure’ he said, as he reached down to grab hold of Mike’s cock.

Just Mike

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Mike pulled open the massive door, and he heard the loud music blaring. His ears rang as he stepped inside, to see a burly bald headed man standing off to one side. The guy looked mean, and was built like a frigging linebacker for some NFL team. His arms were crossed, and he wore a tight black t-shirt that seemed a dozen sizes too small for his huge frame. The eyes were looking right at him, and he felt the fear inside, as he moved in, and saw the glance he got from the bulky man.

He hadn’t stepped in more than two or three steps, when the man’s cold voice stopped him dead in his tracks. The guy had a harsh tone as he held his hand, while speaking ‘ID’ and nothing more.

Mike fumbled with his wallet, as he took out his driver’s license and handed it to the burly man. He saw the guy glance at, then up at him. He watched as his cold eyes stared at him, then handed him back the license.

‘This is a gay bar, you know that kid?’

He just nodded. The door opened and two more young looking guys walked in, holding hands too. He gulped as they smiled at the big bouncer, who suddenly grinned at them, greeting them in a friendly voice. The two grinned and then glanced over at him. One smiled and as they walked towards where the blaring music was coming from, he turned towards the bouncer, saying ‘fresh meat’ and laughed.

He gulped because he knew exactly what they meant. It was his first time venturing this far into the lifestyle he knew was his, but had been afraid to explore until now.

Mike had known for a long time that he preferred guys over girls. Way back before he was even sixteen, but until now, at the old age of 19, he had done nothing about it. Sure, he had the odd girlfriend in High School, but that was out of necessity, not desire. He wasn’t an idiot, and kept his secret well hidden. No one thought he was queer, but then he wasn’t a geek or nerd. He liked Chess, but tried out for the football team instead.

He made it too, wasn’t bad but never first string. It kept him out of the limelight, kept him safe. While the locker room was a nightmare, listening to the fag jokes, to the hoots and hollers about this one or that one, about this conquest or that, he stayed in the shadows. Still, all those naked studs, created problems for him, that he somehow managed to keep hidden. Just like everything in his life, he kept it to himself.

Now, he was about to change that. He was taking his biggest risk so far, coming to this place. As he came closer to the loud music, he could hear the buzz of conversations and voices over the music. People were walking past him and he could feel the eyes of the bouncer watching him. It made him sweat a little, as he wiped his hands on his pants. His nerves were ramped way up there, waiting to blow, or so it felt. His mouth was dry and yet there was a sense of excitement that he couldn’t quite explain.

Stepping into the main room, he saw the crowd. The bar was off to one side, long and full of all sorts of people sitting, drinking. To his right was nothing but tall tables, without chairs. People were all gathered around them, various glasses and bottles littered them all. He sucked in his breath, and moved in searching for a place to stand, or sit. He thought about the bar, but it looked too full, too many people and he could feel his sweat trickling down his back. Mike wiped his forehead with his hand, staring at all the men. From young guys his age, to balding old men looking like they had just come from the Civil War era, this place seemed to have them all.

Some wore jeans, clean and pressed, others with patches and faded from too many washes. Others were in dress pants, some even in shorts. Many in t-shirts, others in dress shirts. Some buttoned to the neck, others showing more skin than he ever showed in the locker room. It was unreal as he found a spot off to one side, wedged into a corner.

Mike stared at the people going by, at the waiters moving through the crowd, drink trays held up high as they seemed to dance through the crowds, dropping drinks off here and there like some mystical dance. How they could remember who got what seemed amazing, as he stared at them. Most wore tight jeans, tight shirts. They all looked to be his age, maybe a few years older, but none of them looked to be over 22 or 23.

Settling back against the wall, he began to survey the guys. He felt like he could hold his own over those that he saw. Mike never considered him a looker, not like Chase or Adam were. They had it all, the bodies, the look, and the talent too. Both were great football players, and they weren’t stupid either. They scored well in class, and every female in the school sought them out. He was certain some guys did too, by the way some would stare at Chase or Adam. It made him feel a kinship to them, but he never pursued it. Too risky, but they never glanced at him that way, which was just fine. He never wanted that kind of attention.

Though, as he looked around, he didn’t think he was aiming too high. While he wished someone like Chase or Adam would be attracted to him, he was a realist. He had a good body, not too skinny or too muscular. His legs were long, his arms beefy, not flabby. His face was lean, to match his weight and height too. His hair was a golden brown, more than blond, but it was neatly cut, hung just below his ears. His eyes were a soft milk chocolate brown, not that anyone had really ever commented on them. Well, okay Dena had, but she was looking for sex and would have said anything to get laid.

‘What cha having?’

The question seemed to have come out of thin air. He felt a sudden fear as he turned to stare into the face of a short young man. His eyes were a deep blue, that seemed constantly shifting around. He was cute though, and obviously already looking past him.

‘Uh, beer, whatever is on tap’ He replied, proud of adding that last bit. He thought it made him seem knowledgeable, even though he wasn’t. It was what he had heard in the locker room, when Chase would be talking about his latest bar hopping, as he had called it.

The waiter merely nodded, already moving past him towards a group ahead of him. His eyes watched as he moved, noticing how his butt would shake, and how tight his pants were. He also noticed how many of the eyes would turn to stare at those firm cheeks. Looking, he realized how much he wished he wasn’t such a wimp. He also realized how turned on he was getting, from staring at the waiter’s firm butt as he moved around.

Following him through the crowd wasn’t easy. He lost sight of him several times, but found others that drew his attention. He could feel his attraction, by the shifting of his cock inside his own tight jeans. It was strange, to stand there, feeling aroused and not have to worry about anyone spotting it.

He began to relax a little and look around, more closely. Mike was like a kid in a candy store, as he saw so many that got him excited, got him thinking about things other than being careful. His eyes were all over, and a couple of times he saw a tall blond moving through the crowd. The way he was so comfortable, as he moved from table to table, as if he knew them all. He looked familiar too, in a sort of weird way. The hair was longish, but had a sort of ragged cut to it. Layered, he thought they called it, but it seemed to suit the guy’s head. Mike tried to watch as he moved around, saw the way his upper body was etched in black by the tight fitting shirt he wore.

He wished he would turn around though, but what he had seen had really gotten him aroused. Mike had never felt that hard before, well okay once or twice, but that was when he would let his thoughts turn to Chase. He had hair like that, which is maybe why he kept trying to find him in the crowd. Chase was Mike’s ideal man. He had it all, the looks, the voice, the face, the body. It was enough to make him crazy, and when in the locker room, as much as he wanted to stare, he didn’t. He simply didn’t trust himself, but this guy, damn he could stare all he wanted. No one would mind, no one would call him faggot or queer.

He was rather glad he had the nerve to enter the bar. It had taken him some time too. Mike had walked around the block several times, before pulling the door open. Now he was glad he did, as he stood there, enjoying the festival of men that paraded past. His eyes lost sight of the tall blonde, but found a nice looking dark haired guy who was just as cute, just as hot. He licked his lips as he watched the guy bend over, saw how his ass filled the jeans, looking so inviting. He also saw someone reach over and pat the ass, which made him squirm a little. Christ, he’d love to have the nerve to do that, hell, to have someone do it to him.

‘It’s Mike isn’t it?’

The voice startled him. He recognized it, or thought he did, as his head jerked around to stare up into a pair of soft blue eyes. The long blond hair layered had a lock over one eyes, that the young man brushed aside by a flick of his head.

‘Mike, right? 2^nd string wide out at George Jefferson High?’

He gulped and just nodded. His tongue seemed to suddenly have grown, filling his mouth, making it impossible to speak. His eyes were wide open, as he stared, feeling like his whole life had just been exposed.

‘Thought so, you here alone?’

‘Uh, yeah’

‘That sucks, why not come join us over at the front?’

‘Us? Uh, well, I uh… okay, sure you don’t uh, mind?’

‘Hell no, more the merrier, come on, the show is about to start.’

Mike picked up his beer, and did his best to follow the tall blond. He felt hands brush past his ass, felt a few even brush past his crotch but all he could think about was that he must have died and gone to heaven. It was almost as if his wildest dreams had suddenly come true. He pushed along, his eyes never leaving Chase’ back. Every few steps, he would glance down, see that perfect butt and then lift back up, to see him moving effortlessly through the crowd. Even the idea of there being a show had not yet registered. All he could think of, was that was Chase, and he never had a clue.

He also felt suddenly nervous. What if this was a sham, what if Chase was here to find others, to maybe out on them? Shaking his head, he tried to calm down. He was being paranoid. After all, no straight guy would come into this place, and stay. Plus, he had a table at front, no straight guy would do that. He’d be off hiding, if he was just here to snoop.

Finally they broke free of the throng of people, and came to a table with four or five others around. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he recognized them all from school. They all looked up as Chase grabbed a chair from somewhere, placing it next to the empty one, which seemed to be his.

‘Hey you all know Mike?’

Everyone nodded, which seemed incredulous to him. He doubted if many knew him, yet they all greeted him, said hello even, and smiled too. It was like being in the entrance to the locker room, where the so called ‘in crowd’ always met before going inside. Now he was sitting with them, around a table in a gay bar. Life either was playing one hell of a cruel trick on him, or he had died and gone to heaven.

Sitting down, he had a good view of the stage, but better than that, he was close enough to smell Chase. His aroma, his scent was unbelievable. There was the smell of his shampoo, the smell of his body wash, and his cologne, that seemed to just make him feel unbelievably happy. Then too, there was the closeness, the feel of his warmth too, and the odd touch of their thighs. It was closer than he had ever been, and it effected him strangely.

He could feel his erection pressing on the pants, feel it threatening to burst his zipper, but he didn’t care. Not like in the locker room, where he did his best not to look, not to feel. Here, he felt like it would be okay, if he let himself feel, and judging by his body’s reaction, he certainly was doing that. It also made him nervous, as he kept glancing around, wondering how he had missed so much. Not once, had he thought that these guys were gay, not once did he suspect. Yet here they were, so it had to be true.

‘You come here often?’

He turned towards Adam, saw him staring at him, and he felt his mouth going dry. The guy was hot, not as hot as Chase, but damn close. He had his arm around Mark, another of the first string players. They seemed like a couple, which surprised him.

‘Uh, no, no this is my first time’

‘You got a boyfriend?’

Mike lowered his head as he answered ‘Me? Uh, no, no one special’ He felt suddenly in the spotlight, as everyone was watching him. His palms were sweaty again, but he was afraid to wipe them on his legs, being so close to Chase.

‘Leave him alone Adam, not everyone wants to be tied down to a ball and chain like you, even if it is a cute ball.’

The others laughed as the guy next to Adam just grinned and patted Adam on the top of his head. Adam grinned back, and to Mike’s surprise, turned and kissed the other guy full on the lips. Adam leaned back in his chair as he stared out at the others, his eyes focused on Chase.

‘Least I don’t go home alone.’

The sound of a drum roll stopped the conversation. Everyone suddenly turned their attention to the stage, where a spotlight now glared out and the room lights dimmed even more. A woman seemed to appear, that made Mike’s heart stop for a second or two. It was the last thing he expected to see in a gay bar, until he took a closer look. It really wasn’t a woman, but a guy dressed up to the nine’s in female clothing. Even his voice had a huskiness to it as he welcomed everyone to the club, and proceeded to introduce the first act of the show.

Mike couldn’t believe his eyes as a tall man slowly made his way to the stage, to a round of applause. He was fully dressed, and looked damn hot. The lady left as the music began to play, and slowly the young man began to dance. He moved across the stage gracefully, his body looking rather hot, but not as hot as Chase’s.

As the music got faster and louder, the dancer began to slowly remove some of his clothes. Mike’s eyes popped open wider, but not from the strip tease in front. It was from the sudden press of a hand on his own thigh. He licked his lips, not daring to turn around, as the hand on his thigh began to caress it.

He knew it was Chase, as he felt the hand move over to rest next to his groin. His body was trembling, his eyes watching the young man shake and turn, all the time wondering about the hand on his thigh. He could feel the fingers pressing down, feel them slowly push at his leg.

Everyone in front of him had their eyes glued to the man stripping. No one could see under the table, as he felt Chase’s hand moving slowly more towards his crotch. He turned his head, to see Chase looking at him. He saw the eyes peering at him, the lips curled into a small warm smile. He smiled back, and as he did he felt the hand slide up and rest on his crotch. His body shuddered, as he realized just how excited he was. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, as the hand began to gently push and prod at his crotch. Mike swallowed hard, turning away from Chase’s face. He knew he’d blow it if he didn’t, but the hand never left his crotch.

The hand moved up, he felt the fingers rubbing on his belly, pushing at his shirt. He could feel increased pressure too. Every nerve in his body was on edge now, fully awake. His blood was becoming hot as it rushed everywhere inside. He had trouble looking ahead, his eyes growing clouded from the sweat dripping off his forehead, as Chase continued to caress his belly.

He felt his lungs collapse, pushing the last of his air out, as Chase’s fingers moved under his shirt, pushing lightly inside to let the tips rest on his bare skin. He could feel the tightness in his chest, as he stared ahead, enjoying the attention, but frightened of it too. His body was stunned, but enjoying it.

As the music continued to blare, the dancer continued to discard pieces of clothing, Mike barely seemed to notice any of it. All he could do was hear the roaring of his heart thundering in his ears. His body was tense, as the hand inside of his shirt moved out, and began to push at his pants, to play with his button. Swallowing hard, he felt the button pop, and his eyes suddenly grew wide like saucers. His head twisted around, staring to see if anyone else had noticed, but they were all glued to the dancer on the stage.

With his button undone, he felt the zipper slide down a bit. As it did, the hand moved inside, the fingers ignored his shorts, pushing under them as well. The touch of the hand on his belly, his groin was almost too much. He realized he was panting and fear took hold. He looked around, but saw no one paying attention to him. Quickly he glanced over at Chase, who was smiling, his eyes staring at him, then moving off to look at the stripper. The hand continued to push down inside of Mike’s pants. He felt the fingers searching as he sucked in more air.

His eyes were so clouded over from his sweat, that he had trouble seeing the stage. He wanted to wipe them clear, but was afraid to move, as he felt one of Chase’s finger tips touch his erect cock. His body shook, his legs were trembling as the finger tip slowly rubbed along part of his throbbing cock shaft. His balls were aching, his buttocks was clenched tight, as Chase just slowly ran his finger along the hot flesh.

He looked away from the stage, staring at Chase. His tongue flicked out, licking his dry lips. Chase was staring at him now, intent on reaching further into Mike’s pants. The eyes were sparkling, as he put his whole hand down the opened pants, the fingers reaching for his cock, touching and wrapping around it. Mike was astonished as he felt the hand around his cock, was stunned as he felt his body quiver. The waves of pleasure at this first ever experience was making him drool a little.

For a second he though he saw Adam turn and stare at him, but when he looked, Adam was resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. His attention was on the show, and Mike looked back at Chase. His eyes were staring at him, the lips curled into a semi smile, his nostrils were flaring, as Chase’s hand began to slide a little forward, then back. He felt the knuckles, felt the hard fingers press into his groin. He wanted to scream, but all he could allow was a small little whimper.

His legs were numb, and one kicked out in a spasm. His head was foggy as Chase moved his hand upwards, Mike’s shorts stretching to accommodate the hand, and his hard cock. Mike didn’t know how to move, what to do, as he felt his body trembling. He could feel it, feel his balls aching, feeling the strange elation that was soaring inside, and he closed his eyes, his lips shut tight. He bit down on his lower lip, as his body was no longer his to command. Mike felt the hand pulling on his taut skin, felt the heat, felt the desire too. He let out a small sigh, biting it off, as it escaped his lips.

The hand suddenly grew tighter, and he felt his whole groin jerk and then jerk again. His body was in torment, the ache inside almost too much, as he realized he had cum. It made him open his eyes wide, afraid and terrified that others would know. His body was tense, as he felt the last of his cum dribbled out.

He wanted to turn, to look at Chase, but the fear was too much. The hand inside of his pants, slowly let go. The pressure of the fingers lessened and finally Mike turned his face. His eyes bulged as he felt Chase take his hand out of Mike’s shorts. He stared in amazement as Chase’s eyes seemed so alive, so sparkling. His own head was throbbing, unbelieving what had just happened. Mike could taste the blood from his bitten lip, as Chase leaned over to him, and whispered into his ear.

‘I have the house to myself.’ Chase then gave him a small kiss on his cheek. Mike turned, looking into Chase’s eyes, feeling elated, thinking that dreams do come true.