Payback

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

His finger hovered over the send key. His eyes were dark and moody as he stared at his finger, watched it twitch and shake as he thought about all that would happen, once he hit that one little ‘send’ button. It wasn’t that he was afraid, no one would be able to tell it was him, even if they did trace the email to this computer. It was at an internet café, one he wasn’t known for frequenting, so they couldn’t trace him that way. He used cash to pay for his time, so no credit card to trace either.

The pictures never showed any birthmarks, or facial shots of him, just the other guys, so again they wouldn’t be able to trace it to him. Course the four jocks could point to him, but then what proof did they have? It would also mean they’d have to admit that it was them in the pictures and videos. Besides, by the time it got around, even if they knew it was him, he’d be on a plane heading to Europe, and it would be years before he’d even think of returning to this hateful little town.

His finger steadied as he thought about the last year of High School. 18 and a Senior was supposed to be a high light in one’s life, but all he felt was disgust and disappointment. School had been a nightmare, having to walk the halls with people sneering, people who were once his friends, turning away from him as he approached. That was the routine, day in and day out, except for the gang of four.

They went out of their way to make his life a living hell. They weren’t satisfied with just sneering, but they took every opportunity to ridicule him, to deride him. Not one day did they let his being gay go unnoticed during the school day. Whether in class, in the cafeteria or hallways, they made it a point to seek him out, and torment him. The teachers did nothing, even when he complained to them. They would simply say it was nothing but harmless teasing.

Harmless Hell, he hated getting up in the morning, hated the thought of going to school, but he did. He even managed to score high on all the academics, which is why he was leaving. He had scored high enough to go to any University in the world, and he was taking that opportunity. Anywhere but in his own country had been his goal, and he had succeeded, but he wanted to leave a present for those ‘special friends’. He wanted his revenge.

Clayton stared down, wishing that he could be around to see everyone’s faces when they got the email, saw the pictures and videos of their heroes sucking cock, begging for it up the ass. It is what had gotten him through the entire spring, the idea of getting even with Russ, Bradley, Chase, and Skylar.

They were all big men on campus, simply because they played football. The whole town seemed to worship at their feet, for that reason only. Granted, Skylar was not like the other three, even though he was their leader. It was Chase who was the worse, always looking for ways to torment whoever he felt like picking on. Problem was, he liked picking on Clayton, but he also sure liked having his cock sucked every damn Friday night.

During football season, he wanted a damn site more, and he made Clayton do it, for fear of worse hazing if he didn’t. He never understood the other three, who would get a kick out of it, of watching him get on his knees, and take Chase’s cock out of his pants, and suck it, till Chase would shoot his cum.

They all claimed to be 100% straight, but they’d watch him suck the big guy off, play with his balls, and then let him shoot his cum all over his face. When he’d open his eyes, to see Chase slowly getting his breath back, he’d notice how the other two, Russ and Bradley had their dicks out and they’d come close to him, to shoot their own cum onto his face, his hair, or where ever they could.

Once they were all finished, they’d pull their pants up, and smirk at him, call him names, ask him if he liked real man milk, then Chase would push him away, telling him how disgusting he was with a sneer on his face. Yet it was his cock that he had sucked, so it made no sense to him.

Skylar, he was different. He never pushed him away after, nor did he call him names after either. He would smirk in the hallways, taunt him even, but to be honest, Skylar never really degraded him like the others. He was the captain of the team, the one who could have put a stop to it if he wanted, but he never seemed to have the guts for that. Still, he was also the only other one who would have Clayton suck him. Though for most of the times, it was just the two of them. Rarely did he let the others watch, and Clayton never understood that.

Then too, he never understood how supposed straight guys, would not only let him suck them, but get fucked by him too. Skylar actually was the only one he fucked, Chase was different. He would be the top, and when he fucked Clayton, it was always painful, but thankfully he used a condom each time. Still, if they were straight, how in hell could they do anything like that with another guy?

In the back of his mind, he was pretty certain that Skylar was gay, or at least bi. No way would some straight stud take it up the ass like Skylar did, nor would they moan and show such enjoyment either. Chase would just grunt, like an ape. In some ways, Clayton thought of him as one.

He was a lot hairier than most of the others in School. His body hair was all over, even all down his back. His legs were almost like a forest it was so covered by body hair. When he would bend Clayton over, there was never any preliminary stuff. He would simply stroke his cock, get it hard, unroll a condom over it, while making rude comments to Clayton. Then he would slap his ass hard, several times, then move in, wedge his cock up near the small of Clayton’s back, slide it down till it was firmly up against Clayton’s hole, then simply push in.

It hurt like fucking hell too, at first. He would cry out as the hard cock would slice past his hole, making his body shake as the pain would race up his spine. He would cry out, which earned him a grunt from the ape behind him. Russ and Bradley would be there, laughing and telling Chase to pound him harder, to show him who was master.

He would too. He would ram his cock in and out as fast as he could. His hands would hold onto Clayton’s hips, digging in till they hurt as much as the fucking hurt. His body would ache, he would cry, as he stood there, bent over taking the cock. In and out it would go, like a huge missile, until he could hear the panting and feel Chase’s sweat dripping off his forehead onto Clayton’s back.

Then he would know it was nearly over. Chase would begin to huff, his grunts would come faster, and the dick inside of him would be moving at lightning speed. It would go in and out as fast as it could, Chase’s balls would slap up against his butt cheeks, the sound making Brad and Russ whoop, and then he’d hear that shriek, that cry that sounded like some sick cat.

He’d feel the cock inside of him shiver, feel it jerk and twist a little, then it would suddenly be rammed hard as far as possible inside, and he’d feel it quiver. He’d feel the body behind shake, feel Chase tremble, as his cock unloaded its milk into the condom. He’d hear the panting, feel the weight of the muscle bound jock fall onto his body.

Then he’d see the others, they’d be standing in front of him, and he’d see them stroking their own cocks. Brad’s was rather puny really, but man did it hold a lot of cum. It was like watching a floodgate open, the way it would gush out. He always made it a point to aim his cock at his eyes, to shoot his cum above his lips, and he would always cum before Russ.

Russ had a bigger cock than Bradley, but not as big or thick as Chase’s. He would cum last, always. Unlike Bradley, he would just aim it towards Clayton, not caring were his cum fell. It was generally a single shot, before the rest merely dribbled out. But he made the most noise of the three when he came.

When they were finished, they’d come closer, wiping their semi hard cocks across his face, slapping him with the poles. It never hurt, but it was just one more thing for him to hate about them. The way they would act. Chase would have recovered by then, his breathing still a little ragged, as he’d pull out and pant for a minute, then after the other’s had slapped his face with their cocks, he’d push him onto his face. It was a hard push too, that would make him fall forward, and then they would all laugh, and leave.

It was the laughter that made him feel the hurt the most. Skylar, he was different, he never laughed or pushed him afterwards. Maybe that was why it was mostly just the two of them. At times, Clayton wondered if the other’s knew about all the times that Skylar would take him, or have him take him? He doubted if they knew, because when they’d fuck, none of the others would be around. When he had sucked Skylar off, maybe half the time the others had been around, but they never unzipped, never shot on him like they did when it was Chase getting the blow job.

The sex with Skylar wasn’t rough either. It was forced, but then he also knew that he would do it anyhow. He liked Skylar, who was your typical jock. He had the blond hair, the steely eyes, and the rugged handsome face. Also, he had the well built body to go with it all. He had a smile to die for too, one that made him look sweet and innocent. The perfect model of young male manhood, and from the moment he first saw him naked, he felt like he had found the perfect sex God.

Unlike the others, he was uncut. His cock when fully aroused was bigger than Chase’s cut one, and it was a damn sight thicker too. Still, when he would enter Clayton, it hurt but not like when Chase would fuck him. Skylar never rammed it in at first, he worked it in, until Clayton was comfortable with it. He would start off slow too, building up to that moment.

Once he put aside that it was not really his choice, he rather enjoyed the times with Skylar. It was never done under the bleachers, or in the locker room either. It was off in the park most of the time, and Skylar would always have a blanket. It was those little things that made him hesitate over the ‘send’ button.

In all honesty, Skylar had never really hurt him. He had fucked him, made him suck his cock, but he rather found doing Skylar exciting. At home, he would jerk off at times, to the memory of the last sex with Skylar. He would relive how he would undress himself, not fully erect either.

He would let Clayton suck on his cock, to get it hard enough so he could fuck. Skylar let him touch him, let him play with his foreskin until it was taut and pushed back. He loved the taste too, of the cock as he would suck on it, stroking it at times, pulling the skin back to let his tongue lick at the head. Then when Skylar was fully aroused, he would be the one to put the condom on.

Skylar would moan too, not grunt like some ape. His hands would rest on Clayton’s head while he sucked on the cock. It would guide him, but never really force him to take more. He never gagged when he sucked on Skylar’s cock. A few times, he even managed to play with the big balls that dangled underneath. Suck them too, which would make Skylar groan. It was obvious, he enjoyed the foreplay.

Being fucked by him, was just as rewarding. The way he would let Clayton lay on his back, lift his legs up in the air and hold them, while Skylar would get down on his knees, shuffle in close, his hard cock in his hand. He’d lean over, his hair dangling over Clayton’s face, then he would push his cock along Clayton’s valley, spreading his cheeks with it, until it lodged up against the hole.

He would look down at Clayton, a strange smile on his lips, as he would lightly press in, watching Clayton’s face for any sign of pain. He would feel his muscles around his hole resisting, but slowly giving in, as Skylar’s cock would continue to push inwards. He would feel that first rush of pain, and it would show on his face, as Skylar would stop then, letting his body get used to the feeling.

Then he’d push a bit more, and a bit more, until finally the head would slide past his hole, then again he’d wait. He would be breathing harder too, his nostrils would be flaring which excited Clayton a little. Then, still staring at Clayton, he would move his hips forward, guiding his cock further inside.

Once fully inside, he’d slowly move it out, then back in. It would be like for several thrusts, each one becoming a bit quicker than the one before. He would close his eyes then, as Skylar would begin to push harder, groan a bit more often as he would drive the cock deeper.

Drops of sweat would bead up on Skylar’s forehead, then drop down onto Clayton. He knew then that it would be soon. Skylar would begin to push faster, to drive the cock in deeper each time and eventually the groans became constant. The feeling of his throbbing cock inside would become enjoyable, the waves of pleasure racing up and down his whole body. He would shudder, as he took the huge cock as deep as possible. His own body would try to match the rhythm of Skylar’s and soon he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh. He could feel the jolts of their two bodies colliding at the butt. His cheeks would feel sticky as did Skylar’s groin.

He would begin to gyrate his hips every now and then, making his cock twist and turn. His balls would slap up against his buttocks, and Skylar would begin to moan a little. When he did, his body seemed to go faster, like kicking into overdrive. He felt the cock now ram into his body, nearly come out before racing back inside. He would moan too, his body enjoying the hard heavy pounding until his balls would ache, his own cock throb as he felt the pleasure rising inside of him. He would groan, and reach out and grab his cock, stroking it while Skylar pounded his butt.

It never took him long then, to feel his own cock stiffen and then explode. His cum would spurt through his clenched fist and all over his trembling belly, Some would splatter up too, and he knew Skylar could feel it. It made him pound him harder, faster, and soon after he had cum, Skylar would cry out, his whole body would stiffen, and his legs would shoot out, All the weight now centered on his crotch.

He felt like a jack hammer had been let go inside his ass. Skylar would be groaning and moaning, as he would be driving the cock hard into Clayton, then it would end quickly. His whole body would suddenly tremble first, then the cock inside would jerk back a little, then rear forwards. Clayton would feel Skylar’s deep hard thrust forward, and he could feel the cock throbbing inside of him, feel it shooting even, despite the condom. He felt it all, and soon Skylar would be on top of him, panting. His own legs would be spread apart, his knees up in the air, but his feet on the ground, as Skylar would be on top of him.

They would lay there for several minutes, panting and feeling the air cool their sweat soaked bodies. Eventually Skylar would get off him, and give him a strange look, then simply get dressed. It would all be over then, and he would make his way home, and Skylar would head off to where ever jocks went at night. Still, it always felt like he wanted to stay something, but never did.

Looking at his finger, Clayton moved it away from the ‘send’ button, and hit the ‘delete’ button instead. He wouldn’t have minded sending it, if not for Skylar. Besides, there were other ways of paying those others back. He smiled, as he left the cafe.

Family Secrets

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He sat in the third pew, his face turned upwards towards Father Murphy standing behind the pulpit, appearing to listen to the sermon. Next to him was his wife and the twins. Martin was just 25, had just graduated from William & Mary, already had a job at his father in law’s prestigious law firm. Martin glanced briefly at the two couples in front, his in-laws, and his own parents.

For a moment he felt anger, as he stared at the back of their heads, then he turned slightly to stare at his wife. She was the catch of all, head cheer leader in High School, one of the most popular girls in his school, tall and blond. The perfect wife, with beauty, charm, grace, and wealthy parents. Looking down he saw the twins, just 3 years old, blond like their mother, but not one feature that resembled his traits.

He and his wife knew, but never talked about it. There wasn’t any doubt that he wasn’t the father, and he knew that his absence from her bed didn’t stop her from enjoying sex either. He knew, without any doubt, that she had others, and that one was more than likely the real father, but his parents and hers, had blamed him for the pregnancy, had insisted he do the right thing. Even Father Murphy up there, had weighed in, insisting and like an idiot he had given in.

Course, if they had known the truth, he doubted if it would have mattered. It was about the two families merging, and the combining of their wealth that counted, and he was just the token to make it all seem proper. He had gotten his High School letter in football, had made good grades and even though he wasn’t totally interested in Law, it was his parent’s wish. Given they were paying for it, he had given in, just as he had given in when they insisted he marry Sarah, for the sake of family honour.

Honour hell, it was about his dad’s law firm merging with Sarah’s father’s firm. That was what counted, and like a good boy he had done as they said. Sitting in the pew, looking up at the cross that hung behind Father Murphy he felt the hypocrisy surrounding him.

He was gay, liked men and from an early age knew it too. Martin could thank old Father Gerrard for that, and when he had tried to tell his parents, about the Father’s special instructions, they had ignored him, told him to not defy the Church and above all else, to keep silent. He learnt his lessons well, and wasn’t upset when finally Father Gerrard had been assigned elsewhere.

Sitting there, listening as the sermon dragged on about truth and honour, about being true to God, a small smile crossed his lips. He knew he wasn’t handsome, but he had a rugged charm to him. His body was lean, not overly muscular, but well defined. His hair was just cut above his ears, another compromise to his position. Still it was enough to offset his hooked nose and thin facial features.

His eyes were always a clouded color, unless he was with one of his ‘special friends’. Martin had figured that if he had to marry the bitch, he wouldn’t miss out on his own needs, not like Sarah ever missed out on hers. She never had, and while she kept it more or less, hidden, there was no way that his parents, or hers, didn’t know she was sleeping with other men. Problem was, her taste in men weren’t the kind either family would approve of, hence their tapping him for becoming heir apparent. In their eyes, he was the type who wouldn’t make a fuss, glad to have a trophy wife, glad to have a ready made job, and naturally, the money that went with the merger. Strictly all business, and as he sat there, staring up at the ornate fixtures, he didn’t disagree.

Leaning back in the pew, he felt a bit guilty. Yet as he looked around at the familiar Church, he was able to push those feelings aside. After all, it was here where he had first lost his innocence, thanks to Father Gerrard, and then too there had been one or two times with some of the other’s in his Choir group. He smiled as he sat back, thinking of how just last night he had been with an old friend.

Lester wasn’t what you would call a looker. Even now he hadn’t changed much from when he used to sing in the Choir, other than his dick was a hell of a lot bigger, and he enjoyed using it. He could testify to that, as he shifted a little in the pew, recalling last night’s little session with Lester. The guy was good, and it was cheap too.

Lester was one of those who always got in trouble. Nothing major, but he was always getting nicked for some minor shit. Being a lawyer, Martin was the one he would call and it worked out fine. He would either pay the fine, or arrange for some way to have Lester work off the offence, either through community service or something. It wasn’t hard, given how crowded local jails were, and how the DA was more into grabbing the big ones, the one’s who would give him a good resume for when he would seek higher office.

That too played into his hands, because of his connection with the State’s biggest law firm, and wealth. The DA figured he’d collect one day, and maybe he would, but for now it all worked out for Martin’s benefit. He’d get Lester off, and then Lester would return the favour, getting him off.

That made him smile as he continued to stare up at Father Murphy. If he really thought about it, he would get upset, because he hated the hypocrisy of his life, but he went along. It was safer, and it was putting money into his special bank accounts, the one’s no one in either family knew about. He had learned his lessons well, determined to make the most of the lies and deceit. It was why he willingly let his wife cheat, while he would have his own dalliances with people like Lester.

They served a purpose, and while he rarely was asked to be a traditional husband, he could if pressed. It wasn’t fun, not anywhere near as much as fun as it was with Lester or a few of the others he frequented. Lester though, well he had a way that always made Martin feel satisfied. He enjoyed the rough sex, not BDSM or that, but just more sex than love making. He had no delusions, Lester did what he did out of need just as he wanted it out of need. He wanted to feel satisfied, so it was a perfect arrangement.

It rarely involved meaningful actions. It was about getting off, and he loved how Lester would take him. The way they would rent a room, and not even worry about the amenities. Unlike romance, there was never any hesitation. They would both just strip, laying out the Condoms for easy reach, the lubricant , and then it would just begin. No hugging, no idle chit chat either, just two men seeking sexual gratification.

Lester was bald, by choice. He liked the shaved look, except the little tuft under his chin. It gave him a sort of skinhead look that matched his long drawn face. His nose was hooked from being broken a few times, and he had a few pock marks too from a bad bout of acne as a kid. He was built though, his body was full and well defined. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible, and his pecs stood out very nicely.

The rest of his body was equal to the rest, well proportioned. His legs were hairy from the ankles to the knees, where it just seemed to end. Though he did have a very thick growth around his cock, which wasn’t what one would call average. It was thick, and long, which had been a surprise when he had first seen it as a full grown adult. Back when they were in Choir together, Lester’s dick was a damn site smaller, in all aspects. Only thing that remained the same, was how much cum the guy could shoot. Even then, he could shoot a lot, and that hadn’t changed as he grew up into Martin’s personal fuck buddy.

Back then, Lester had been a reluctant bottom, but not now. Now he was a good aggressive top, which is exactly what Martin liked. He loved how Lester would grab him, toss him onto the bed and begin to lick at him, bite his nipples and run his hands up and down Martin’s firm body. The hands would press hard, twist his nipples until he would cry out or bit his lip.

Les would kiss him at times, but not a passionate kiss. It would be a hard press of lips, then as he would pull back, his teeth would take hold of Martin’s lower lip, pulling it back then releasing it. It was like he was trying to bite him, to taste him. Sometimes he actually did, drawing blood a few times. Those were the times when the sex was really good too. He liked it when Lester would be horny, because he was always rougher then.

He would grab Martin’s cock, pull it and even slap it around. He would sit up on Martin’s chest, and force his cock into the mouth, slapping it across his face at times, wiping it across the lips, and always talking, telling Martin how much he, Martin, would want it, should want it. His patter wasn’t original but it was enough to further excite Martin.

The way he would force Martin to suck his cock, to take it deep into his throat, gagging him every time. He would force it in and out, grunting as he did. At times he would grab Martin’s hair, lift his head up and stuff his erect cock deep down into his throat. He would tell him to suck it, then he would yank it out, and make him suck his balls. He was very particular about that, how he would insist on first the left testicle, then the right, then again the left, then taste some of his cock, then back to sucking his balls, until his cock was even more aroused. Then he would stuff it hard down his throat, gagging him every time he pushed in.

That would go on for several minutes. Back and forth between sucking that hard cock, to sucking the leathery sac. He would make him do it until he was ready, then he would pull his cock out, hold it firmly at the shaft, and whack it across Martin’s face, hard too. You could hear it and then he’d move his body off, and roughly force Martin to lift his legs up, while he would slide between them.

He’d push at Martin’s cheeks, spreading them apart until his hole was showing the way he wanted. He’d lean forward, spit a few times, then take his middle finger and work the spit in and around his hole. His legs would be up in the air, his hands holding them up and spread open. Lester would look up at him, give him one of his toothless grins, his eyes sparkling with lust, and then he’d bury his head between Martin’s cheeks.

He’d feel the teeth first, as they would nibble at his flesh, biting even, making him grunt, then more spit would be applied to his hole, the finger would rub it in, but this time would poke past his muscle. He would grunt again, then he’d feel the hand reach up, shoving his balls until the fingers could grasp his own cock. They would wrap around his shaft, in a strangle hold. It hurt too, but he would only grunt at the pain. Then Lester would pull on his cock, a few strokes to several, as he would be staring at Martin, from between his upraised legs. His face had a wicked grin on it as he would stroke Martin’s cock tightly.

Then when he figured he had enough, he’d quickly lower his head, and bite at Martin’s rectum. He’d bite the flesh around the hole, making him grimace and then suddenly Martin would feel the tongue come out. He would feel its raspy edged tongue flick at his hole, then lick along his valley, all the way up to his scrotum. He would feel it lick at the base of his cock, then his testicles. He would groan then, which would make Lester begin to lick downwards, then quickly back upwards, until he had both of Martin’s balls inside his mouth. He would let his teeth rake the sac, then suck them inwards more, using suction to pull at the leather like skin.

They would be released shortly, sounding more like they were being spit out. The air in the room would make them feel like they were being cooled, but Lester would then lick his valley hard. His tongue would start to move down, pressing as hard as it could against his flesh, until it came to his hole. It would then circle the hole, licking at the fringes of the hole itself, until he would feel his body shake. Lester always waited for that moment, before he would suddenly push in.

His whole head would dive in, pushing Martin’s legs wider and the hands would suddenly be gripping at his buttocks. The fingers would dig in hard, pulling his cheeks apart, while his head moved in between. The tongue would already be curled and pushing at his hole, licking it roughly, then suddenly pushing past his muscle. He would feel the curled tip reach inside, licking him inside his tunnel, making him squirm. His whole body would buck, which would make Lester dig his tongue in even further.

He would cry out, but Lester would ignore his pleas. He would press harder, until Martin was begging him for more, urging him to take him. Lester never gave in quickly. He might pull back but only for a second, before diving in again, even harder than before. His tongue would lick him hard, and at times Lester would move his hand over, pushing a finger in with his tongue. He would let his finger dive in, twisting and turning as it pushed past his hole.

Martin would cry out, begging Lester to fuck him, but he wouldn’t. He would add a second finger, sometimes even a third, until Martin’s body was quivering uncontrollably. He would pull back, slap Martin’s ass hard, then push the fingers back inside. Martin would moan and groan, beg in between gasps for air, but Lester did it his way. He would twist his fingers, bury them up to his knuckles, stretching Martin’s hole without mercy.

When he was ready, not when Martin wanted, he would pull his fingers out, and suddenly be on top of him. His body would be pressing down, his hard throbbing cock would be poking his sweat coated buttocks. Lester would kiss him hard, driving his tongue inside this time, and Martin could taste himself as the tongue would drive deep into his mouth, gagging him almost as much as when Lester would stuff his cock in.

While he was doing that, he also was reaching for a condom, and the anticipation would make him squirm even more, would make his heart thunder in his ears, as he struggled to not throw up, from the press of Lester’s tongue. His body would ache as it would feel the hard press of Lester’s penis. Then the pressure on his chest would ease and he would open his eyes, to see Lester leaning back on his haunches, a condom in his hand. He would glance down his sweat soaked body, to see the long thick cock sticking up, looking larger than ever, looking too large even.

He’d watch as Lester would quickly unwrap the condom, roll it down his cock, and then give his cock a few quick strokes, to make sure it hadn’t lost any of its erection. He would glance up at Martin then, his eyes dark and ominous looking. Lester would then lean forward, placing his hands on either side of Martin’s shaking body. He’d lick his lips as he would shuffle in closer, until his cock was nearly bending back on itself.

Then he’d reach down with one hand, to wedge the cock up between Martin’s cheeks, slowly pushing it down until it was poking at the hole. He’d get a wicked little grin across his face then, his eyes would be boring holes into Martin’s face, as he would raise his hips backwards. Martin knew what was about to happen, he’d suck in his breath, waiting and sweating.

Sometimes Lester would just hold that position for an extra few seconds, other times he wouldn’t wait. He’d ram his hips forwards, driving his huge cock forwards. It would slice into Martin like a pile driver. The penetration was always hard and painful. The very instant the head would begin to move, Martin would feel the pain beginning to roll up into his body.

He would cry out, as the huge cock would tear past his hole, ignoring the muscles, shifting them roughly aside as it would make its way deep inside of him. His body would tremble then, his breath rush out, as he struggled with the growing pain inside. The fullness would make him hurt, but it also would make him feel a growing warmth inside.

At last he’d feel the wiry hairs digging at his rectum, feel as if his legs would be split off his body as Lester would be all the way inside of him. Lester would grunt his pleasure, then he would open his eyes to see Lester’s face towering over him. His whole body would shiver then, as he felt the sweat dripping off onto his own body, to mingle with his own rivers of sweat. The smell of testosterone was overpowering, and his nostrils would flare.

Seeing that, Lester would begin to slowly pull back. It was agonizingly slow, and Martin would groan louder as he felt the cock pulling back, but just as his first groan would begin to fade, Lester would ram his cock back inside. Martin would gasp as he felt the cock driving inwards again.

Several times, Lester would repeat the whole process. It drove Martin nuts, and the knuckles on his hands would grow white from how tightly he held his ankles and legs. His body would be aching all over, the pain had turned to absolute pleasure, as Lester teased him, until once more they would look at each other. Sweat dripping off both of their foreheads, and then Lester would begin.

His body would slowly gyrate, twisting the huge cock buried inside, making Martin moan. Then he would slowly pull out and push in, each stroke becoming a little faster, a little harder, until finally his whole body was at top speed. His cock would drive in, like a jack hammer ripping concrete apart. It would drive in hard, pushing him deep down onto the bed.

The bed would always shake, groan under the hard constant pounding. It would go on and on, and Martin would find himself squirming, his head banging from side to side as Lester drilled his ass with his cock. His body would ache, the fires inside of him making his cock feel like it was burning up. The pain in his balls as Lester’s balls would slap against his cheeks, became unbearable.

He would feel the ache, and he would bite his lip, as he took the hard pounding. Then he would hear the groans, the hard gasping breath and suddenly he’d feel empty inside. Lester would pull out, and as he began to realize the cock was out, he’d hear the sound of a condom being ripped off, and he’d open his eyes, to see Lester leaning over him. He’d feel his burning legs pushing up on his upraised buttocks, and he’d see the huge cock staring at him.

Lester’s hand would be stroking it hard and fast, and soon he would see the growing head turn mottled purple. He would watch in awe, as the tiny little pee slit would widen, as a white mass came flooding out. Martin would blink, as the first wave of Lester’s cum would splatter all across his upper chest, chin even. He could feel the warmth, as it would strike, his body shaking with each splatter.

His legs would be released, but he struggled to keep them in the air, as Lester would continue to spew his milk all over Martin’s trembling stomach. Martin would find his hand grasping his own cock, stroking it hard as his eyes concentrated on watching Lester’s cock shooting and shooting.

In seconds he’d feel himself ready, his eyes would close to the sight of Lester’s last shot of cum dribbling out and his own body would explode. He’d feel the balls sling upwards, feel his milk leave and rush along the various canals until it was moving up his cock. He’d feel his cock swelling up under his hand, feel the pressure building, feel the blood suddenly leaving his arms, legs, and head.

Brilliant colors of reds, purples, greens, and others would burst in front of his vision. The darkness seemed to just explode in bright flashes, as his body would convulse once, then again, then he’d feel the cum spurting out between his fingers. He would hear Lester’s panting breathing, mingle with his own cries and shallow breathing. His body would shake, tremble, and shake more, as his cock would rear back and shoot again, not as hard, but just as pleasing.

His hand would grip the end of his cock, holding it tightly between his thumb and fingers, squeezing the very last of his milk out. His body would suddenly just collapse. He could feel every muscle suddenly let go as he would sink back deep into the bed. Then he’d feel the bed jump, as Lester would suddenly collapse as well, crushing part of his body under its own weight, as he rolled to one side.

The tiny room would slowly stop spinning. He could hear nothing but the heavy panting of them both, as he would lay there, licking his lips in total satisfaction. He felt totally spent, as his eyes adjusted and the noise from the street would begin to once more intrude on their minds. It was all over, for the moment, as they would take turns using the shower, then dress.

Martin took his eyes off the cross as the sounds of the Choir intruded into his thoughts. He stared over at the rows of children singing, wondering how many of them were hiding the same family secrets, he had.

Pipe Seller

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The sun was out, people were all about, and yet he was having a rotten day selling anything. He stood by his tables, watching the crowds go past, few barely even glancing at his stuff, which was unusual. Dean always had lookers, and buyers too, but this Sunday it was like he was a leper or something. It was nearly noon already, and normally he’d have sold a few things, but so far his biggest sale had been an old DVD for $5.

The spot had cost $15, and then the gas another $10 which normally he made in the first half hour of setting up. On a good day, he’d make it before he was even set up, but not today. Today it was worse than pulling teeth. People were around, but for some reason they just weren’t stopping at his tables. Dean hated days like this, though he rarely had them.

People liked his stuff, it was always different, and you couldn’t get them in any store around. As he stood there, letting the sun bake the back of his neck, he wished he had taken the offer Friday night from the guy at the bar. Least he would have some cash in his pocket, instead of some change and maybe $2 or $3 bucks. But this was summer, this was when he made his money.

The guy across from him was doing a booming business. He sold hand carved pipes, which normally didn’t move. After all, how often did you need a new pipe? Yet today he seemed to always be wrapping one up, taking a fistful of cash in the process. They weren’t cheap either. He had looked at them a few weeks back, as his boyfriend of the time smoked one. Then too, the guy selling them was hot.

Sean was his name, and he was about 21 or 22. Slender build, with a bit of beef to him. He stood maybe an inch or two under 6 foot, but he had long blond hair. Sean had that hippy look to him, and when he wore those tight t-shirts, faded blue jeans that hugged his body, it was like instant hard on. Normally he just stood there, puffing on one of his pipes, but then he didn’t have to sell a lot to make his expenses. None of his pipes sold for less than $30.

When things were slow, he’d stare across and watch Sean. He loved the way he would stand behind the tables he had. He never slouched, and whenever he would see his face, it always was smiling. At first he thought he was just always high, but a few times he had talked with him, Sean never seemed stoned. His eyes were always clear, sparkling even, and that grin was something else to behold. It made his whole face light up, which attracted Dean to him. He liked happy people, which he himself normally was, except for today.

It was times like this that made him wish he had a trade or something to fall back on. He had done landscaping and roofing, but the company had let him go this spring, leaving him no choice but to rely on his charm at times, but mostly on the money he generated from here. Today was not going to be good, but on the upside, he got to watch Sean.

He wasn’t 100% positive, but he suspected Sean was gay, like him. Every now and then he had caught him looking in his direction, the way he would occasionally look at Sean. The eyes would seem very focused, and he was certain Sean was staring at his crotch. It always got him hard too, but so far the talk between them had been too casual for him to be certain. He kind of wished he knew, because Sean was exactly the type of guy he was attracted to.

Long hair specially made him look. Then a nice tight ass was another immediate turn on. From what he had seen, Sean had a perfect pair of buns, a pair he’d love to bury his head between, as well as his dick. The notion of doing Sean had crossed his mind often, and lately had even been in his thoughts when he had jerked off at home.

He could charm an old lady out of her last bobby pin, if he put his mind to it, but when it came to guys, he was tongue tied. He would stutter, stammer, and mumble. Not great techniques for getting a date, or more importantly a companion to have some sex with. Wasn’t like he was a virgin, just that he found himself spending more time jerking his own cock off than he would prefer.

Wasn’t like he was a dog himself. His hair wasn’t as long as Sean’s, but it was below his ears. Not a blonde, but sort of a light brown that matched his chocolate eyes. One of his old dates had said they enjoyed watching his eyes, the way they would make him melt with desire, but then the guy was also a damn site older than he was.

Dean didn’t work out, but when you work outside, digging and planting one could manage to look in shape. He wasn’t a smoker either, nor did he drink a lot. He enjoyed the work outside, had a decent tan that made his skin look darker than it was. Surprised a lot when he would get undressed, at how the tan lines ended in weird spots. He always had a V shaped tan mark down his chest, but the rest of his body, his upper legs and stomach were as white as a ghost.

Looking over at Sean, he wondered where his tan lines ended? While he wasn’t much for tanning, he bet Sean did. He had that kind of look to him, the self assured type who would have no hesitation of undressing totally, stretching out on a blanket, and just baking. He envied those types of guys, as he turned away, feeling his dick jerk a little in his jeans. He really was becoming horny, thinking about Sean.

It was getting close to start thinking of packing up for the day, and still no sales. It was disappointing and he was so busy feeling sorry for himself, he didn’t notice Sean walking across, until he was at his table, talking. His mouth was open, because Sean was there, and he had his shirt open. Dean could see the golden flesh, the light colored chest hairs made lighter by the sun. At first he didn’t catch what was said, but by the end of the conversation, he had found that he was heading over to Sean’s house.

Suddenly the lack of sales didn’t seem to be as important, as he began to pack up. He was whistling a little. It was like a huge weight had been lifted, and as he packed up, he also managed to score one or two sales that at least covered his expenses, plus a few bucks left over. He acted like he had sold his entire inventory, the way he smiled, but fact was, he couldn’t stop thinking of Sean, of being with him alone, and better still, in private.

The drive to Sean’s was like a blur. Even looking at the rather tiny little shack that Sean called home didn’t seem to penetrate his mind, as all he could think of was Sean. The way he had watched him go back to his own tables, to begin to pack up. The way his buttocks moved in the jeans, the firm ovals that seemed to fill his eyes with their perfect shape. He could feel himself getting excited, though he wasn’t sure why. It was almost as if all the doubts he had, the questions if Sean was, or wasn’t, had disappeared.

Entering Sean’s home was odd. It had a warm homey smell, like he used to recall whenever he visited his grandparent’s home. That same sort of warmth, same sort of fresh baking in the air aroma. Strange to smell that here, and as he looked around, he realized just how small the place was. Off in one part was what appeared to be the living area. A television and couple of chairs stood, near a fireplace. The kitchen area was right next to where they had walked in, and he figured the closed door is where the bathroom was, as in front was the bedroom.

Well bedroom area, not really a room. He couldn’t help but notice the rumpled bed, the blankets tossed to one side, and a pile of dirty laundry near the end of the bed. His heart did a small skip as he noticed a pair of blue boxer shorts resting on the top of the pile. He felt himself wishing he could have been there, to see them coming off.

He turned his face, reluctantly, away to find himself staring right into Sean’s face. He had a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were so bright, that they shined. Dean felt his legs go a bit weak a the knees as he realized that Sean had noticed him staring at his discarded underwear.

‘What kind you wear?’

‘Huh?’

Sean merely tilted his head towards the laundry pile, grinning as he nodded a bit. It was obvious he had noticed Dean staring at them.

‘Going to make me guess huh? Okay…’

Before he could answer, Sean took a step backwards. He put his hands on his hips and looked right down at Dean’s crotch. His eyes were staring right at him, and he felt his face blush, as he tried to stammer out his response, but Sean just kept looking and then slowly moved his head upwards. Dean saw the grin on his face, the way he looked as their eyes met.

After what seemed an eternity, as he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment, Sean moved his eyes back down, to once more gaze at Dean’s crotch.

‘Was going to say boxers, until I noticed that nice bulge there. So I am gonna go with Jockey shorts. Am I right?’

Dean didn’t know what to say to that. He sort of stammered out a yes. Sean seemed to think it was funny, as he gave a short laugh, then suddenly stopped as he stared at Dean. His eyes were still going back and forth from Dean’s face to his crotch. His lips were set firm, as he finally let his eyes focus on Dean’s face, as if trying to decide what he would say next.

‘Didn’t mean to upset you.’

‘Huh? Oh, uh no, no you didn’t.’

‘It’s a game I play, trying to guess what some guys are wearing.’

‘Really, you uh, you didn’t upset me.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really, I uh, sometimes I do it too, just uh, I never have the nerve to ask, you know?’

‘Nervous type are you?’

‘I guess, or just shy. I uh, I mean…’

‘Ever try to guess what’s inside them?’

‘Huh? I uh… I don’t uh…’

‘Did it again, didn’t I? Look, uh, maybe I have it wrong, I thought maybe you were uh, interested.’

‘Fuck yeah’ he shouted, which startled them both. He sort of stood there, his mouth open at his outburst, then slowly he heard Sean’s laughter. He grinned as he realized that Sean was just as interested.

Sean moved closer, until his face was within touching distance. Dean could feel his breath on his cheeks, as Sean stared at him, then softly replied. ‘Good, I was hoping you were’

Before he could reply, he felt Sean reach out and bring him closer to him. His eyes closed as his face moved inwards, and Dean felt the press of Sean’s lips on his. He didn’t resist as he felt his own body surrendering to the urges racing inside. He felt his own arms wrap around Sean’s body, then he felt one of Sean’s hands moving down his body.

He trembled, as he felt the hand move quickly down to his crotch, where it began to caress and rub his groin. His cock was instantly rock hard, pressing outwards. He moaned as he felt the pressure increase, tasted Sean’s tongue running across Dean’s lips. His body shook as he let his mouth open, letting Sean’s tongue go flying inside.

His hesitations were suddenly gone as his own hands began to move quickly all across Sean’s body. He was rubbing his back, then one hand was down, around the firm buttocks. His other hand joined from the other side, as he began to kiss back with real passion. Dean’s fingers dug into the cheeks, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand as he felt his lungs grasping for air.

The kissing and fondling was nice, but it didn’t last. They broke apart, staring at each other for a second or two. Then in a frenzy they both just seemed to forget about convention. Dean saw the look in Sean’s face, one he knew was in his own and he began to strip his clothes off, barely glancing at Sean doing the same.

He just tossed his clothes, until finally he stood there, totally naked. Sean was a second behind him, but he too now stood totally naked. Dean stared down to see a fully erect cock sticking out, one that was surprisingly thick looking. Glancing back up he saw Sean licking his lips as his eyes were fixed on Dean’s own fully erect cock. It wasn’t as thick as Sean’s, but maybe a bit longer but all he could think of, was how it would feel to have Sean’s dick buried in his ass. Dean felt the twitch in his ass as he thought about it, and looked back up at Sean.

Their eyes met and once more they found themselves locked in an embrace. Sean’s hands were reaching down at his cock, wrapping around it and pulling on it. He was kissing Sean’s neck, then under his chin, as his own hand had grabbed hold of the throbbing pole. It was thicker than he had thought, as he licked at the hollow in Sean’s neck.

The continued to play with each other, constantly moving and touching and somehow he realized they were on Sean’s bed. They were both stretched out, Sean had one leg over Dean’s thigh, his thick cock digging into Dean’s belly, as they kissed and hugged.

The way Sean’s hands moved across his body, made Dean groan and moan in ways he had never done before. Every nerve in his body was tingling, and the ache in his ass was over powering. He felt it more and more, as Sean’s hands caressed him, touched him and prodded him. He felt the thick cock and realized how much he wanted to feel it inside of him. He rolled on top, pinning Sean down and leaned up, his upper torso off Sean’s body, but his lower body still holding him down. He could see the lust in the eyes, the desire as he looked down.

‘I want you in me, I need it.’

Sean looked up at him, his eyes bulging wider and he held his breath, searching Dean’s face, trying to make sure it was real.

‘You sure?’

‘Yes… where are the Condoms ?’

Sean turned his face towards the small little night stand next to him. ‘First drawer’

Dean leaned over and as he did, he felt Sean kiss his lower chest, lick at it as he fumbled with the drawer, then yanked it open to peer inside. His fingers rummaged around till it found the strip of Condoms and he quickly pulled it out and ripped one package off the strip, tossing the others back onto the top of the nightstand.

His eyes were burning as he ripped open the package, and he felt himself tremble as his fingers took the thin plastic out, and he shifted his body down Sean’s own quivering body. He felt Sean’s eyes staring at him, as slid down until Sean’s cock was now sticking up and in front of him. His own cock was resting on Sean’s thigh, throbbing in anticipation.

Quickly he took the condom, pinching the top to keep the air out, then unrolled the thin plastic over Sean’s cock. He could feel it throb, his hands shook a little, as he slid the plastic over the cock. He leaned back, staring down at it. It looked like something out of an old movie, a long shot down a missile silo or something. He grinned, realizing how he couldn’t wait for it to lift off and he more or less leapt forward. His hands were on either side of Sean, and his eyes looked down into the face. He saw the look, the desire, as he reached down to hold onto the thick missile.

He held it as he lowered his ass, wedging the head between his own cheeks. He felt it press up, felt the excitement too. He couldn’t believe how anxious he was to take it, so much that he didn’t care how much it was about to hurt. Smiling, he forced his body to sink down. He forced himself to drive his whole body down, sending Sean’s hard cock deep into his insides in one swoop. He didn’t let it work its way in, he just sat down, feeling it slice through his muscles, making him cry out as it surged inwards.

His whole body shook, his heart began to race, and his vision grew dizzy as he felt the huge cock fill and stretch his very insides. Every muscle inside of him screamed out in agony, his nerves were raw and begging him to slow down, but his need for the cock was too great. He gritted his teeth, taking it all and as his buttocks felt the sticky flesh of Sean’s sweat soaked legs, he twisted himself around, making the cock turn and twist inside. He cried out, feeling the air leave his lungs. Dean was panting as he rested for a second, then began to move his lower body back up, but he didn’t get far before he was once more pushing down.

He grunted and groaned, each thrust making him sweat harder than before. His lungs ached, his whole body was trembling as he used his insides to stroke Sean’s cock. He could feel it tremble, feel it quiver as he continued to slide up and down on it. It hurt, ad yet it felt so good too. He felt the sweat dripping off his forehead, off his face and from under his arms. He felt his body growing hotter with each thrust, each press of that cock into his innards.

Sean was moaning too, his hands holding Dean’s hips as he helped guide him up and down on his cock. The fingers were dug deep into the flesh, touching his bone as they held him steady. Sean’s hips would push up to meet Dean’s downward push. The two bodies would slap hard with each movement, and Sean was moaning constantly. He was crying out, saying ‘yes, oh yes’ over and over again as his cock was ploughing hard into Dean’s rectum.

He felt Sean stiffen, then hold him up. He looked down, and he knew. In a second he got up and was laying flat on his stomach. Dean felt Sean crawl over him, and he felt his legs being pushed apart, and felt Sean move in closer. There was no mistaking the hard cock as it was wedged back between his cheeks, slid down to his aching hole, and as before, was shoved quickly inside. Dean cried out, his legs stiffened, as he felt his insides being stretched even further. He cried out, as the huge cock began to push in and out faster and faster.

His body shook, his legs were numb as his toes curled and grew painfully cramped. His breathing was ragged, as he felt Sean’s sweat pouring down across his upper back. Sean had his hands now on either side of Dean’s quivering body. The arms were fully extended, his upper body off of Dean’s body all together. The loud slap of Sean’s groin crushing into his buttocks, the searing pain that kept racing up from his rectum, made him cry out and moan.

Dean kept twisting his head from side to side. His hands were bunched into fists, as Sean drove his cock deeper with each thrust. He felt it, felt it touching the very back of his throat, or so he thought, as Sean pounded him harder and harder. He couldn’t hold on. The ache in his own groin was too much and then he heard Sean cry out, felt the huge cock trembling just as Sean pulled it out.

He heard the sound of plastic being ripped off flesh, then he felt Sean leaning up against him, grunting and groaning and he felt the swish of air, felt the heat too, as once more Sean let out a loud cry. Just as the cry echoed off the far wall, he felt the hard stinging splatter across his back. He heard the cries, heard the deep satisfying moan, as the hot cream splattered again and again on his trembling flesh. He heard Sean gasping for air, then he felt his weight crush onto him. The bed groaned as Sean collapsed on top of Dean’s trembling body.

Then Sean rolled over onto his back, and Dean rolled over to let his head rest in the crook of Sean’s arm. He felt exhausted, as he let his body turn and press into Sean’s. He reached down with his hand, to grab hold of his own throbbing cock, and he began to stroke it quickly. The ache in his groin needed to be satisfied as his hand flew up and down his shaft. Sean turned and looked into his eyes, and in that second, Dean felt his body surrender. He leaned further into Sean, letting his cock jerk back then fire forward.

His cum went flying out, landing across the shaking belly. He could feel it leave his cock, hear it splatter across Sean’s body and he saw it land, reflected in the eyes that stared at him. As the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock, he watched as Sean leaned over, and kissed him on the lips, then lean back, looking totally spent.

He felt his body cooling, as he curled up into Sean’s body. He might not have sold much stuff, but he felt like he had his best day ever, as he slowly fell asleep in Sean’s arms.