Worth $10 Bucks of Gas?

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tyler leaned back in the seat, as he watched Jimmy run into the mall. He couldn’t help but stare at the cute little butt as it shook, while the 19 year old loped towards the mall entrance. As he reached the door, he turned to look back and there was no mistaking his smile. It was, as usual breathtaking.

The way it would light up his face, crinkle up his cute little nose, make the eyes seem to sparkle, was something to see. Specially after a bit of fun, which Jimmy seemed to always want, crave even. It wasn’t that Tyler objected, but he realized that at 45, he was slowing down a little. Not a lot, just a little.

His own wild days of partying all night, then working the next day were gone. He needed his sleep, and so what if everyone called him an old man. He was, compared to them. Most were either in their mid twenties or just approaching it, like Jimmy.

To think that it all had started with Jimmy needing a ride to work. He shook his head, as he kept staring at the mall door, waiting for him to come back. He was just going to get a pair of pants, but he wondered how long that would take. Would he shop like a girl, ogling every pair till he found just the right one, or shop like a guy and just grab the first pair that seemed the right look?

He had to laugh at that, because he had asked Jimmy that, and got one of his famous pouty looks as he emphatically said he shopped like a man. Course the toss his head, flick of his hair made it all seem academic. In some ways he was like a girl, yet he didn’t look like one. Sure he had fine facial features, but he was also a sports junkie. He played Hockey, baseball, and basketball. He loved to watch the games, as well as play in semi structured leagues. And he wasn’t what you would call tiny either.

Not six foot, but he was all solid muscle, specially that dangling one between his legs. Christ he was hot naked, and like flicking a switch, what was soft became rock hard. And Tyler knew that first hand. His butt still hurt from last night, but then so did Jimmy’s. The kid had stamina, which was more than could be said about him.

He was tired, yet somehow had been conned into being a chauffeur for Jimmy. First it was to take him to mom’s work, to get some cash, then to his dad’s to pick up his cell phone, and now the mall. Then once he finished that, it was off to the arena so he could catch a hockey game. And all this time, Tyler just wanted to get home, undress, and get some sleep. Work had been grueling & long, which seemed to happen a lot these days.

Mind you part of his exhaustion was Jimmy. He was insatiable at times, and always on the go. If it wasn’t playing hockey on Friday nights, it was shopping or going for drinks. There were nights when Jimmy was off with his other friends, and as much as he liked being with Jimmy, those were nights he cherished. It gave him a chance to rest up. Now that had to be a sign of old age, he thought as he saw the doors swing open from the mall entrance, and Jimmy come flying out.

God he was so cute looking, the way his arms would pump, his legs drive his short torso. He was thin but not like some of those you saw on the Porn sites. No ribs stuck out, and his legs were no toothpicks either. His thighs actually were quite large, and he had power there. The way he could hold Tyler between his legs, the way he would wrap his legs around him was an awesome feeling.

He had that energy that Tyler wished he still had. Yet at the same time, Jimmy could be romantic, soft and cuddle like a teddy bear, at other times he was like a man possessed. The way he could attack him the second he would walk into the door, or other times, just smile at him, was what made him keep on coming back for more. That and the simple fact that he enjoyed him. It was like being a kid all over again, and screw the age difference.

Besides, most people still took him for being about 30, not mid forties. He still was lean enough without much of gut showing to pass off as a younger man. The long blond hair helped in that respect, and while the whiskers grew a bit faster, he still had a rather gentle looking face. One that Jimmy referred to as the ‘countrified look’, in reference to the fact that Tyler lived on acreage and kept horses.

Jimmy suddenly was there, opening and slamming the truck door in one easy swoop. He was slightly out of breath, puffing a little as he looked at his watch, then at Tyler.

‘See, I shop like a man, only took 10 minutes.’

He laughed as he started the truck and backed out. He headed out towards the Arena when he noticed that Jimmy was leaning way back, his legs outstretched. His eyes wandered from the road to Jimmy’s pushed out body, and then grew wider, as he realized he was undoing his pants.

‘What the hell you doing?’

‘Changing of course, why?’

‘Shit, that isn’t safe.’

‘Why? No one can see.’

‘Isn’t that stupid, I might run into something if you don’t cover that up.’

Jimmy looked down, to see his cock tenting his shorts. They were rather skimpy ones, plus thin and you could pretty well see most of what his dick looked like. He was proud of it, and loved showing it off to Tyler, as he turned to him, batting his eyelashes.

‘We have a half hour.’

Tyler stared over at him, then back his eyes went to the road. He felt himself getting aroused, sitting next to Jimmy who had given himself a boner again. He had seen it stiffen, and knew how hard it would be. His fingers tapped the steering wheel, as he saw a side road coming up on the highway. He quickly signalled and pulled into the right lane, then signaled again and turned off onto the side road.

As he pulled the truck off to the side of the road, he turned and looked at Jimmy. ‘You are such a slut’

‘I know, isn’t it nice?’

He couldn’t help but laugh as he reached over and kissed the young man on the offered mouth. He felt his body tingle, as they touched, and as Jimmy’s hand reached out and grabbed at his crotch.

‘And you are a horny dirty old man.’ He mumbled as he let Tyler’s tongue lick inside his mouth. Jimmy had a way of speaking, even when his mouth was full, that just made Tyler grin, or in this case press his mouth harder onto Jimmy’s mouth.

He felt the young man’s hand reaching for his button, and then opening it, he let his hand dive down into the pants, to grope his own hard cock. He sighed, as he felt the beat of Jimmy’s heart, as his own hand was rubbing the boy’s crotch, feeling the hard cock, its warmth as he brushed over it. His chest was tightening, as he kissed him, then moved to kiss under his chin, at the little peach fuzz that was growing.

His own heart was pounding, as he smelled the cologne, knowing it was his. Jimmy had surprised him not long ago, but suddenly smelling like him, even his hair had the same scent to it. The little bugger had gone and bought the same shampoo, and cologne plus body wash that Tyler used, and it was all rather charming. To have someone like Jimmy care enough about him, to want to emulate him in so many ways.

The hand inside his pants began to press harder as he leaned back a little, to look at Jimmy. He saw how his face was squinted up, how his eyes seemed to flutter as they held his gaze. There was no mistaking his feelings for him, which were returned.

‘Really want to go to the game?’

‘Depends, you got any food at your place?’

‘Only a hot dog.’

‘Yeah but any buns?’

‘Just yours.’

‘I thought so, but I did promise to meet Jerry and Brian at the game. You know how those two will be if I stand them up… again.’

‘screw them’

‘they ain’t my type’

Tyler pulled his head up, as he looked at Jimmy. He saw the hard cock sticking up, the way the eyes were looking at him, wanting him. He felt so wanted, so desired the he didn’t care what the other’s might say. Though both Jerry and Brian were great kidder’s, they knew enough to not push it, least with him. On the other hand, they could be merciless in their teasing.

He felt Jimmy’s hand reach out and take his, placing it on his crotch. The heat was unbelievable, both from Jimmy’s groin and from his look. He could see the desire, see it trying to hold him, to knock down his reluctance. Hell, it was dark out, no one would see, as he grinned, and squeezed the hard cock under his hand.

Jimmy just grinned back, pushing one leg aside, then reaching down and pushing his shorts off, to free his cock for Tyler’s hand. The touch of his hand on that hard piece of flesh made his pulse quicken, as he let it move slowly along the shaft. He could feel the veins pulsing, as he kept looking at Jimmy’s face. The way his nostrils began to flare as Tyler’s fingers moved along the shaft, lightly. The way the lips trembled to his hands press on his body, all made Tyler excited.

Until Jimmy, the last time he had sex of any kind in a vehicle was back when he was 20 or so. Now here he was, doing it all over again. He could feel the awkwardness of it, the limitations as he leaned back to lift up Jimmy’s shirt, to kiss at his belly. He felt it shake, felt the muscles rippling as he licked at Jimmy’s belly, then his belly button. He could smell his aroma, his special scent of arousal that made his own body tremble with desire, with anticipation.

He kissed him all over, slowly letting his head move down, until he felt Jimmy’s hard cock under his chin. He turned his head a little, letting the stubble on his chin rub against Jimmy’s cock. He heard the long moan, as he pushed the cock aside, so it rested by his face. He kissed the soft groin, feeling the pubic hairs brush his lips, tickle his nose. He kissed softly, then hard. He moved around the cock, licking once or twice at the base of it, then kissing the soft flesh. He pushed between the groin and thighs, kissing and licking at the tender young flesh. The groans were louder, the hands were on his head, holding him down, trying to force him towards the hard cock, but he ignored the pressure.

His mind didn’t care about resting, about relaxing. It just wanted Jimmy, to taste him, to have him and to possess him. Tyler’s tongue licked hard between the thigh and groin, tickled the firm balls. Jimmy squirmed a little, as he leaned back in the seat, his legs pushing outwards, his hips jutting up a bit. His hand was pulling his own shirt up, the other still on Tyler’s head, urging him to continue.

The constant squirming was making him excited. His own hand moved up the body, to rub and caress the exposed skin, Tyler felt Jimmy’s body shaking, felt the chest heaving as his fingers moved up the firm body, towards the chest. His finger tip circled one nipple, and then he squeezed it between two fingers. Jimmy let out a small whimper, as he continued to squirm, continued to have one hand pushing Tyler’s head towards his cock.

He let his tongue flick out, pushing at the full balls, his own nostrils breathing in deeply Jimmy’s own body scent. He felt his lungs ache, his heart pound as he brought his face back towards the throbbing cock. He let his tongue lick at the base, then up along the whole shaft. As he did, he felt the tremors, felt the body quiver uncontrollably as his tongue reached the cock head, and tasted the oozing pre cum. His own cock jerked in his pants.

The tip of tongue licked at the tiny hole, tasting him, and licking around it. He could feel the cock shake, feel the body underneath move from side to side, as he heard the distant sound of Jimmy’s groans. He could hear off in the distance cars rushing past, but he ignored those, as he licked at the cock head, then around it in growing circles, as he licked under the head. His hand held the cock at its base now, as he lifted his head up, then kissed the cock head.

His lips stayed on the head, as he slowly let them open, gradually letting the cock enter his mouth. His teeth raked the sensitive head, making Jimmy moan louder. He felt the young man’s hands on his head, twisting at his hair, as he tried to hold back. His eyes fluttered, and he felt them open briefly. In front of him was this huge pole, shimmering a little, but it was his trembling skin that made him ache. The way the soft rolls were bunched together around his belly, the way his pubic hairs were swaying, all added to his growing pleasure.

Tyler let his head move down, taking Jimmy’s cock into his mouth. He could feel it slide past, feel the blood flowing through the veins that jutted out all around the pole. The head was still oozing pre cum, but inside his mouth. His body grew taut, as he began to feel his nose press into Jimmy’s groin. He felt the boy grip his hair harder, pushing down as well.

He began to pull up, then push back down, keeping the head and most of Jimmy’s cock shaft inside his mouth. He felt the head banging against his throat muscle, or pushing his cheeks out, as his bopped up and down on the throbbing pole. He could feel his balls shaking, feel the belly shaking constantly as he held the cock steady.

Jimmy was moaning non stop. His hands would twist his hair one second, then be pushing his head down, then reaching around and rubbing his shoulders, or his back, as he brought one leg up and over his leaning body. He shifted so his head was wedged between the door and the seat, while his other leg was underneath.  He could hear his breathing coming faster, in more shallow breaths, as the fingers played with his hair, or caressed the side of his face as he sucked on the cock.

Suddenly both hands were on his head, pushing him down with all their force. He tried to resist, but couldn’t as Jimmy also arched his hips upwards. He felt the cock being driven hard into his mouth, as he struggled to relax his throat enough. Tyler knew what was happening, as he tried to make himself ready, tried to hold onto the bucking body. His own hands were clenching the young man’s hips, his fingers digging in, as Jimmy arched his body up even more.

The loud cry echoed just as the cock head inside reared back, then shot forward, propelling his cock deep down into Tyler’s throat. As it did, it began to spew its milk, a heavy thick stream of salty sweet cum was being shot down into his belly, filling his throat with its warm taste.

The cum filled his mouth, dribbled out from the corners of his lips, as the body heaved, bucked even as it shot more and more of the tasty milk into his mouth. He was swallowing as fast as he could, taking as much into his stomach as he could. His own body was like a steel spring, waiting to uncoil, to lash out. His arms were numb, and his jaw was hurting, as he felt the penis begin to stop driving forward. The hips were no longer pushing up, but had dropped down, settling deep into the seat.

He could hear the heavy breathing, hear the sounds over the beat of his own heart. He let his head move slowly up on the shaking pole, until it was free. Then he leaned forward, letting his tongue lick at the head, feeling it quiver as he licked the last remnants of Jimmy’s cum.

Tyler leaned back towards his side of the truck. His chest ached, as he looked over at Jimmy. He too was still panting, but he was looking at Tyler, with a strange gleam in his eyes, one that Tyler knew all too well. His body was exhausted, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He watched as he pulled his underwear back up, covering the now soft penis. He reached behind, showing his belly a little to grab the bag behind the seat, then he pulled out the pants, and wiggled into them, bringing them up his legs, until he could zip them up and button them. He patted the sides, and looked at his crotch, then over at Tyler.

‘So, think they look good?’

‘Yep, they look fine.’

‘The pants, or what is inside of them?’

Tyler laughed, as he stared over at Jimmy, He had already more or less fixed his hair, and looked as if nothing had happened. He was grinning, as he kept his eyes fixed on Tyler.

He turned the headlights back on, and as he checked to see if anything was coming, he pulled the truck off the side, and made a U-Turn towards the highway, to head to the arena.

‘Both are fine.’

‘Good, so you picking me up after the game?’

He turned into the highway, and gave the truck gas, lurching forward a bit, as he turned to look at Jimmy for one second, before returning to watch where he was going.

‘What am I? Your damn chauffer? Do you know how much it costs to haul your horny ass around all the time?’

Jimmy grinned at him, and as they came to a stop light, he waited till Tyler turned to look at him, before replying in a coy little voice, his eyelashes fluttering.

‘Yeah, but think of all the fringe benefits you get for a measly ten bucks of gas.’

Tyler just laughed, as he knew he would pick Jimmy up, after the game.

Running the Table

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Ed took a last swallow of his beer, sat it down, and followed by the others, he opened the door into ‘the room’. He still felt nervous, but the three beers helped calm him down, sort of. He felt his body shiver a little as he fumbled for the light switch, then he stared open mouth at the room.

There were four lights, all of them spots, angled towards the center of the room. The walls were dark, both in color and light, as he stared at the only furniture in the room. A large round wooden table with a massive center pedestal type leg.

He turned around to look at the others. They all had a smirk on their faces, as he expected. Still he searched their faces, seeing if this wasn’t a joke, or if they had been truly serious. After all, these were the elite and it had always been his dream to be a part of their little group. This was his chance, but he felt unequal to the task before him.

To begin with, Ed wasn’t a jock, not even close to it. He stood at about 2 or so inches short of six feet, weighed a puny 135 pounds, and looked it. At times he needed glasses, for reading, for just about any task, including driving. He was what you would call your typical geek, or nerd. He had been on the Honors List in High School and had made the Dean’s List last year, his first at University.

On the other side there was Bo, the leading scorer on the Basketball team. He was at least 4 inches taller than six foot, and he had a reputation for having some pretty mean elbows. The others, Charlie, Sam, Paul, were all stars on the baseball team. They were the cream of the athletes, the best of the best, knew it too, and here he was, being offered an opportunity to hang with them. To go out on cruising the town, to sit with them in the student cafeteria, to have free access to their off campus house. A more or less fraternity home, paid for by a couple of the more well heeled Alumni, who valued sports more than academics.

He knew he was here simply because he was a good student. Each one of them was on ‘academic probation’ and if they didn’t get their grades up, keep them up, they wouldn’t be out on the field, or court. It would mean being out of sight too, because they would lose their scholarships. It was where he had come in. The administration had offered them a chance, a tutor. He had drawn the lucky assignment.

It had seemed impossible, but they weren’t superstars by chance. They had brains, and they had realized the need for him, which had made it easier. Now he was being given the ultimate opportunity, to be accepted fully into their little group, all he had to do was run the table.

His elation had sunk when they had told him that, as he was not good at playing pool. He told them that, but they just smiled, telling him it wasn’t that kind of table. It wasn’t about clearing all the balls off, which seemed to make Sam giggle. Ed didn’t understand why at the time, until Paul explained it to him.

To run the table, he would have to service them all, on their special table. At first he hadn’t tweaked to the meaning, but as he had looked at Paul’s face, it dawned on him. His jaw had fell open, because the one thing he had least expected was that these guys were gay.

Sam chimed in, telling him how he had ran the table, that in fact they all had. It made it all seem so normal, so natural that he found he had agreed without knowing all the details. It was on his second beer that he found out that it was a bit more than being naked on a table. He was relatively naive when it came to sex.

To say he was inexperienced would be an understatement. His only real experiences had been with two hustlers, that he had found in a bar rag. They had shown him the ways, for a price. He had sucked his first cocks, taken his first dick up his ass from them. To say it was less than rewarding was an understatement. He had felt the pain of penetration, the warmth of acceptance and the sort of thrill of having his ass filled by another. To hear them grunting, to feel their sweat dripping on him, then the climax was all good, but in all honesty, he had enjoyed jerking off to the images in his magazines.

He had quite a good collection now, and yet he knew he wanted to experience more. The opportunity the guys were offering him seemed ideal, until he heard the details. It wasn’t just about them shooting their load all over his body.

His job, was to service them, in all respects. To them, ejaculation was the end of sex, all manners of sex. Which meant that not only did he have to suck their cocks, but take them too. His face had fallen, when they had explained how it worked. That he would strip, lay on the table. That each of them would also strip, then the game would begin.

It would start with him sucking each of them, that the table would revolve and he would take whatever cock was in front of him. However, once they were all hard, it would get more intense. The table would turn, and whoever was in front would be sucked, but whoever was behind, would get to penetrate him, to fuck him.

They would take turns, keep taking turns until they were all ready to finally cum. That would be dependent on how good he sucked them, how good he took their cocks up his ass.

The idea of sucking on each of their cocks was thrilling, the idea of being fucked by each of them, over and over again, wasn’t. He didn’t know if he liked anal sex, yet. Still to be able to have them all, to be laid by the elite on campus, was a dream a lot would pay for. He was being given that chance, for free.

The perks were good too, but he was still nervous. He wasn’t any Don Juan, and he didn’t know how much of a sexual animal he was either. Looking at them, seeing how they looked at him, made up his mind. Helped by the beers he was drinking too, one more task he wasn’t exactly accomplished at. He had felt the first beer, now he had a third in his hand, as they had explained his job.

Ed had noticed how Sam kept grabbing at his crotch, and as he took a swig of his beer, his eyes traveled across them all. There was no mistaking the hard lumps in their pants, which gave him one as well. He knew before he had finished his first swallow of Beer that he was going to do it. It just took him time for his mind to accept.

The moment of truth was at hand for him. Stepping further into the room, he noticed the table top was padded, with a rich dark leather. That would be nice, sticky too if he got overheated, which he was bound to do. There were a couple of holes in the arms of the tables, but on closer inspection he realized that they might have been cup holders, they now held a bunch of condoms.

That sort of calmed him down. It was the one thing he had worried about, but seeing the condoms eased that fear.

He kicked off his runners, turned to the guys and looked at each one of them very slowly. They were all sporting some pretty hard bulges in their pants, as he looked at them all, wondering what was going through their minds. Did they see him as just a fuck, or did they even care? Strange how he thought that, along with what kind of cocks they all had. Did Bo for example have a cock that was as long as he was tall? How about Charlie, he had a pudgy face, was his cock thicker than it was long?

‘Do I just get undressed and climb up?’

‘Yep’ they all answered, their eyes staring directly at him. It was almost as if they still weren’t sure he would go through with it, but as he looked at them, he knew he wanted to.

He took his shirt off first, then bent down to remove his socks. He was turned sideways, not giving them a full view of either front or back. Ed knew he was fully erect, worried that they would laugh at him, or worse sneer at his size. It made his small body quiver a bit, as he unbuckled his pants, and pushed them down. He could hear them all watching, despite the silence.

Ed wore the standard nerd issue underwear. Jockey shorts, white and with the flap crossed over at the front. Nothing fancy and for him, they were a bit large. He let his hands rest lightly on the waistband, as he took one more look at the four 20 year old superstars. He wondered if they would make the major leagues, if so, would they think back on their college years? Would they have a more elaborate table in their homes?

He shoved his underwear down, and stepped out of them. Turning, he climbed up on the table and lay on his side, away from them.

‘Should I uh, be in any special position?’

He heard them walking closer, heard someone stripping as Charlie told him to lay on his back. Ed did as he was told, and kept his face looking up. The desire to sit up, to watch was overwhelming, but decided he didn’t want to see, not until they were all ready.

The lights aimed at the table were bright, and hot. He could feel himself already starting to sweat. Sounds of clothes being dropped, of belts being undone, button’s opened and zippers lowered made him tense up. It was weird, laying across this table, while a few feet away, the best looking athletes, most sought after studs at the University were undressing, getting ready to have sex with him, a typical nerd.

The pounding in his chest seemed to grow, as he heard them moving closer. His eyes closed, as he took in a deep breath, smelling their colognes, their scent wafting over him. Opening his eyes he stared up at a long cock. It wasn’t fully hard, but as he looked past it, he saw it was Paul’s cock.

Paul stared down at him, his short dark hair glimmering in the harsh light. His face was a bit haggard, but his eyes were glowing. They stared down at Ed, as his hand reached out to grab his cock, and he stepped in closer, bringing the cock towards Ed’s face. He stared up at Paul, then over at the cock, saw the head becoming a bit darker in color as it came closer. He closed his eyes as he opened his mouth, letting Paul guide the cock in.

His body shook, as the cock moved past his lips. He let Paul push it in, until it banged the back of his mouth. He felt himself gag, as he held his head steady. Paul’s voice telling him to suck made him close his lips over the cock. He tried to move his head back, but it was an awkward position. Yet the smell of the cock, the taste of it seemed to awaken something inside.

He reached out, to take hold of it, and to lift his head up a bit, so he could take it easier. He moved his head back and forth over the cock, his hand gripping it tightly as he did. Paul moaned as he shot his hips forward, twisted them just a bit.

The table suddenly moved, throwing him a little off balance, as Paul’s cock was gone. The table stopped and he was facing Charlie, who grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his cock into his mouth. He didn’t have time to do anything but lean back a little, as the cock was stuffed into his mouth. Again he gagged a little, unaccustomed to the size of a cock.

He managed to suck on it a few seconds, before once more he felt the table moving, almost making him fall forwards. Then he was facing a huge thick cock. Looking up, he was surprised to see it was Sam’s. He really didn’t think he would have such a thick penis, but it made his jaw hurt, as Sam too grabbed his hair, as he pushed his cock into Ed’s mouth.

His lips struggled to wrap around it, and his throat constricted, as the size of the cock was too much for his mouth. He tried, as he reached up, taking hold of the throbbing pole, stroking it while he sucked on the cock head. He heard a moan, but it wasn’t from Sam.

The table moved again, and it stopped by Bo. As he looked, he saw the hard cock aimed at his mouth. He watched, wide eyed, as it came towards him, a small little dot of white on the tip. He also noticed it was not like the others. There was loose skin around the head, realizing that Bo was uncut. The cock touched his lips, which he began to open as the taste of the little white stuff made him tremble a bit. It was the first pre cum he had really ever tasted, and it was salty.

The cock didn’t look as long as he had expected, and his cheeks puffed out a bit, as the cock pushed inside, poking his cheeks. He felt his tongue licking up, and this time he heard a soft groan come from next to him, knowing that Bo liked the feel of his tongue.

The table kept moving and he kept tasting cock. He began to get more excited, more aroused too. As he would suck on a cock, he would let his free hand play with his own cock. He would stroke it, as he sucked, as he experimented with his technique. When he did something, that pleased, the moans would come, which made him even more excited.

He became more active, licking at the cock shaft in front of him, kissing the cock head at times, before letting it into his mouth. He would stroke it sometimes, while leaning forward to lick at the balls that dangled beneath the offered penis. Each pair were different, but the moans were the same when he would suck one testicle, then another, then suddenly swallow the cock.

While he was sucking, he could feel the others touching him, playing with his balls, his cock. He let his legs spread open more, as the table continued to swirl around. The lights were hot, he was sweating huge amounts, but he no longer worried about anything. He was enjoying the taste of dick, enjoying the way it was always different with each turn.

Someone began to play with his ass, which felt strange, yet exciting. He felt a finger pressing up around his rectum, felt the tip pressing up against him, as his body trembled. Then it was replaced by another hand, that rubbed his cheeks, a pair of fingers sliding down his crack.

The table moved again, this time as the cock was fed to him, a hand turned him over, so he lay flat on the table, they pushed his legs apart, and he felt the wet finger this time, as it poked at his rectum. His ass was aching in a way he had never experienced, he could hear himself moan as the finger kept pressing until finally it suddenly poked inside.

It was a sharp jabbing pain, that quickly disappeared. The finger was inside, pushing slowly further in as his legs shook. He felt the pleasure inside, felt it going up and down his body as he spread his legs further apart, as if to take more of the finger, when the table moved again.

The cock in his mouth felt like it was being ripped away as the table shook as it moved. His eyes fluttered as he saw the cock over his face, felt it slide across his lips, as he kissed it, reaching up to take hold of it. He licked at the balls underneath, holding the cock shaft out of the way.

As his tongue licked at the cock root, then began to lick at one of the balls, he felt the jabbing pain come back to him. It was harder, and it lasted longer too. He felt the pain, as his hole was suddenly filled with something bigger than a finger. As he pulled his head away, a hand reached out to grab his head, to force it back onto the saliva coated cock.

The pain in his rectum was replaced by a sort of warmth. Like being full, that made his head a bit dizzy. Ed realized that there were two fingers pressing up into his body. His insides twitched a little, his legs were drawn up, his knees up, as his feet were pressed up close to his buttocks. The two fingers dug into him deep, as he felt the knuckles pressing up against his cheeks.

The table moved again, and now he felt something else pressing between his cheeks. His legs were spread even wider, then pushed upwards, and he looked down his body, to see Sam leaning in. His eyes were shut, his face drawn, and he felt the hard press up against his rectum. His eyes grew wider, as he felt the hard pain come rushing into him. His pulse quickened, as the pain made him cry out, made every muscle inside of his body coil up, tighten. His lungs ached as he felt the hard penetration of Sam’s cock. It dug into him and made his body tremble. He cried out as the cock pushed further inside, stretching his insides.

There were several quick hard thrusts, before the table suddenly moved again. There was no time to think, as once more he felt the hard pain of penetration. Bo was shoving his cock in, driving it in so hard that Ed began to cry out, to beg him to go slow, but he didn’t listen. He drove his cock in hard and fast, until it seemed like it would come up through his throat. He felt the hard slap as Bo’s crotch crushed into his cheeks.

In and out it went, then suddenly he was twirling around, totally empty inside. It didn’t last long, as now Paul was at his feet. He felt the slight push, then the hard jabbing pain came back. Paul drove his cock in hard, until Ed heard him grunt, then he began to twist and move around, the cock inside jerking this way and that, making his whole insides shake.

In and out he went, fast and hard just like a jack hammer would be like. He cried out again, feeling the sweat forming small rivers across his body. A hand reached out and was stroking his cock, as he felt his head twist from side to side. The cock inside continued to pound his ass, when once more he felt it being ripped out of his body. The emptiness was barely registering, before he was suddenly being impaled on another cock. IT drove in hard, making him cry out again. He bit his lip, as he felt the cock pounding his ass hard. In and out it went, and the hand now on his cock was moving even faster. He felt the hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it hard as his body bucked and shook.

The table creaked, as he turned his head to see Charlie on top, kneeling over him, pushing his cock towards Ed’s mouth. He felt it open, take the hard member inside, that began to quickly gyrate, twist and turn as it dove deeper into his mouth. Another creak and the cock was taken out, but didn’t move far. A fresh cock was now coming at his face from the other side, and he took it, opening his eyes wide to see Sam. Who was fucking he thought, as his ass continued to feel the pain of hard thrusts.

The cock tasted from him, he knew it as it was a strange musky scent. Yet he licked at it, then felt his head pulled to the other side, where Charlie stuffed his cock back into Ed’s mouth. Bo was fucking him, he could feel it as his body continued to rock, to shake as his head was turned one way then another. A different cock shoved into his throat each time.

He heard Bo cry out and then looked up to see the giant basketball player standing over him. His face was constricted, as he was stroking his cock hard. Ed could see the lines across his forehead throbbing, feel the hot breath as Bo suddenly leaned forward, his cock aimed right at Ed’s face.

Ed saw the coming spurt. He saw the head rear back, then the growing whiteness as Bo’s cum came spurting out towards him. He felt himself moan, as the first splatter of cum hit his nose, dribbling down one side. The second shot hit him lower, just off to the side of his jaw. As he waited for the third, he felt Paul’s cock drive deep into his rectum. As he cried out, Bo’s second stream of cum began to splatter across his chest, but a fresh stream suddenly came from his left side. He turned his face, as the fist shot smacked into his cheek, just under his eye. He stared at Charlie, as his cock was aimed at Ed, and was dribbling more cum from the head.

The cock in his ass was pulled out, and he heard the ripping of plastic, then he looked up to see Paul leaning up and over him. His cock was pushed right up close to his mouth, as it began to rear backwards, then it shot forward, the cum splashing across his mouth and chin.

His hand was around his own cock, as Paul’s cum dribbled past his lips, a little into his mouth. His body was shaking as he felt his hand stroking his own cock, as the last of Paul’s cum was wiped across his face. Bo had already climbed off, and he could hear his rapid breathing. Sam was also off the table, and now Paul had left. He could hear them all panting, as the table moved and he looked down, desperately pulling on his own cock, his face constricted as Charlie’s face came into view. He was near Ed’s legs, and as he lifted his head up to stare down his cum splattered body, he saw Charlie reach up, and felt his fingers at his rectum.

The hard pain was back, as he felt Charlie drive his fingers into him. He cried out, his hand was now a blur, as he felt the pain of entry, felt the fingers moving into his body, twisting and turning as they moved in. His balls ached, and he felt them slinging upwards, while Charlie’s hand was stretching his insides.

The explosion was something he had never experienced. He was having an orgasm, as his whole body shook uncontrollably, as his own milk was spurting between his fingers, shooting off in all directions. His legs were quivering, vibrating as the table shook.

Lights were exploding in front of his face, his lips were sore and he thought he could taste blood. His jaw ached, and every hair on his head hurt. He could feel his chest heaving, see it even. His legs were numb, cold and devoid of any other feeling. His toes felt like they had been twisted off, as he sucked in air, panting.

As the last of his cum dribbled out, he lay his head back down onto the table. The hand up his ass, slowly pulled out, and his legs slid down, still spread open, but flat on the table. He began to realize that he had run the table, and it had felt good. His body still ached, as he turned his head, to see Sam leaning against the wall, just staring at him bathed in the lights.

As his body began to cool, Ed wondered when they would allow him to run the table again.

Ghosts, Goblins, & Garrett?

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Ronny flicked the switch, and watched the lights turn his front yard into a brilliant display of creepy crawlers, spooky sights, and eerie sounds. It was Halloween, a time he had always enjoyed. Now, his first year here, he wanted to fit in, to let the kids in the block enjoy it, as he once had, not all that long ago.

He was just 22, and the house was all his. No mortgage to worry about, and the taxes were looked after by his trust. The inheritance had pissed off his parents, and siblings too, but screw them. Wasn’t like they had cared for Aunt Mildred, in fact they hadn’t even bothered to visit her once when she had gone to Hospital. Maybe they would have, if they had known how rich she was, but even he hadn’t a clue, until the reading of her will.

Now he was out of his home, into this one that his Aunt had owned. It was strange, to still be able to smell her perfume, to almost feel like she was there. He knew it was just imagination, but he had really liked the old lady. She had known about him, about his thing for guys, and despite her years, had accepted him. Something his family couldn’t, or wouldn’t do. They tormented him constantly, and at one point when he was just 16, had even sent him to one of those so called ‘conversion camps’ that was supposed to make him change his desire to be Gay. Like it was a choice.

Still, as he looked at the front yard, the strange billowing ghosts hanging from the huge tree, the glowing lanterns that lit up the various bushes, he felt rather happy. His Aunt always had enjoyed Halloween. She had told him it was the only time his family ever looked normal to her. He hadn’t understood what she meant, because his family hated Halloween. Rarely did they dress up, or even have candy to give out. His Mother, early on, used to hand out pamphlets when kids would come to their door, which eventually stopped anyone from coming.

Like who wanted a pamphlet on the ways of God, for a Halloween treat? Still, that was his family, but his Aunt, she would take him out, after dressing him up as a pirate, or a ghoul, and it was here, that he learned a lot about just being a kid. It was with her, that he learned to laugh, to relax and not keep things bottled up inside. Now it was his home, and he wanted to let everyone in the neighbourhood know, the fun was not going to end.

Stepping inside his door, he saw the huge cauldron. It was something he and his Aunt had found in a shopping spree, and she had insisted on buying it. He had no idea why, until that Halloween. She would dress up as an old witch, and now the cauldron was by the door, filled with all sorts of candies. From full sized chocolate bars, to little toys.

Every kid that came to the door, got a handful of her treats. Even as sick as she was, Halloween was always special. The last year, he had been placed in charge, and despite her illness, she made sure he wasn’t skimpy in what he bought, in how he dressed up the old house, and had insisted on him wearing a costume.

The cauldron was full, because his Aunt’s house was a must visit house for kids from all around the neighbourhood. Last year, he had filled the cauldron twice, and it was barely enough to handle the constant parade of ghosts, goblins, and ghouls. This year, he had doubled last years treats, hoping that her passing wouldn’t stop the kids from returning.

The added decorations outside, the little posters he had put up on the telephone polls should help. It wasn’t as if he had to do it, and it wasn’t cheap either, but she would have expected it. He owed her that, for giving him the chance to be who he wanted to be. He didn’t need to work, but he did, because she would have wanted him to.

Putting his cape over his shoulder, adjusting the make up in the hall mirror, he realized how much he really missed the old lady. Even at the end, she had harped on him about finding a nice young man to settle down with, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She even said he should think about adoption, that it would be nice to have kids running around. She was quite a gal, he thought as the spooky sounds of a shriek echoed.

It worked, he thought as he opened the door to his first ghosts and goblins. He had set up a small alarm, an electric eye, that when broke would set off a recorded tape of spooky sounds. It was in place of the doorbell, and opening the door, he saw the giggling faces of young kids, enthralled by the elaborate layout.

Their eyes lit up as they saw the familiar cauldron, and off in the distance, he could see the smiles on the faces of the parents. Their look of approval was nice, but it was the grinning faces of all the kids that made it all worthwhile.

From the first group on, he was busy answering the door. The cauldron had been emptied several times, and he was glad he had bought extra. He had needed it, as group after group of kids from tiny tots to just teenagers had shown up. Each one getting huge grins on their faces when he would put a whole handful of deluxe chocolates and candies and toys into their open sacks. Their grins, their giggles were all turning this hectic night into one of pure pleasure. The costumes were all different, some elaborate, some plain, but the grins were all genuine. From just painted faces, to specially sewn costumes, the neighbourhood kids kept coming, for what seemed an endless parade.

The last few had been the older kids of the neighbourhood. Some even saying how they missed his Aunt, which made it all worthwhile. The last peel of thunder, shriek of hysteria, signaling a costumed kid had been over 20 minutes ago, as he thought about turning the lights off, of signaling an end. Plus he did have a party to attend, down at the local gay bar, where he hoped he’d maybe find a ghost or goblin of his own, to bring home, or at least share his candy with.

He smiled at that, and was about to open the door, to go turn off the outside lights, when the sound of a laughing jackal burst out. It was followed the maniacal scream of a woman, as a late trick or treater had come up his walk.

Opening the door, he was rather surprised to see a much taller apparition than he had expected. The costumed figure was close to 6ft tall, and he could see the curly brown hair from under the frizz laced hat. The white makeup and red button nose was rather funny, as he smiled, recognizing that it was the eldest son from next door.

He had turned 18 over the summer, and it had been a wild party to celebrate it as well. One that had nearly ended in disaster for the birthday boy. The party was while his parents were out of town, and it had gotten out of hand, as most tend to do. The Police were about to make Garrett’s 18^th birthday one he’d not forget, but he had intervened, helping to keep the young man out of jail, and out of real trouble with his parents.

This was his first encounter, since then as he smiled and turned towards the cauldron.

‘Bit old for going door to door, aren’t you?’

Garrett had stepped inside, as so many others had, but somehow it just felt different. Ronny turned around, to find Garrett almost on top of him. For a brief instant, he felt a little afraid, but it quickly left as he stared into the chocolate brown eyes of the young man.

‘This is the only door I am going to.’

‘Oh? Rather a lot of work for a handful of candy.’

He felt his pulse quicken, as he tried to see beyond the white clown makeup that Garrett was wearing. He could see his lips were trembling a little, and the suspenders holding up the baggy pants, didn’t hide the skin tight t-shirt that he was wearing.

‘I suppose, uh, I was sort of, I mean, I was wondering, you got a minute?’

Ronny felt suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure what was on Garrett’s mind. Still, he had enjoyed his brief glances of the young man, as he had worked on his little Datsun truck or been helping his father with the yard work. There was no doubt, Garrett was a looker.

The curly brown hair, the thin face and pale lips all made him very attractive. Judging from the various girls that seemed to hang around, he was certain that Garrett had no lack of girl friends to choose from, and from some of the late nights on weekends, he was fairly confident that the young man wasn’t a virgin either. In some ways he was jealous of all those girls, because Garrett was the type he could easily fall for.

He had a soft voice, eyes that would melt anyone’s heart, male or female. His long body was thin, but not a rack of bones. He had nice arms and legs, not muscle bound, but obviously firm. His fingers were long and tapered, but it was his face that always made Ronny stare. The way the eyes would flash or sparkle when he spoke, the way his nostrils would flare at times, or how his lips would seem to tremble at times. It all added up to one hot picture, and often it was the object of his thoughts, while he attended to the needs of his own body.

‘Sure, come inside, I just have to kill the lights out front, go into the living room, won’t be long.’

He moved quickly out, watching Garrett as he headed towards the living room. God he looked hot, even in that get up, as he flicked a switch or two. Ronny felt his own body reacting, as it usually did when he spotted Garrett. He reached down, to shift his dick, as the last thing he wanted to do was tip him off. The neighbours were nice, but he didn’t think they would appreciate a fag living among them.

Breathing a little hard, he walked back into the living room, looking for Garrett. He wasn’t sitting, but was standing over at the huge fireplace, looking at the pictures there. Ronny noticed how he had one of him in his hands, it was his graduation picture. His Aunt had a lot of photographs, several of him which always made him feel special. He hadn’t taken the time to remove them, as they helped remind him of her, of her kindness and love.

‘So, what’s on your mind Garrett?’

The young man turned, and Ronny noticed how he had removed the red nose, and how his chest seemed to be heaving a little, as if he was short of breath. His eyes were a bit clouded, almost as if tears were just ready to roll down the face. His voice was hesitant, as he spoke.

‘You.’

Ronny felt suddenly very hot, and he removed the tie around his neck, opened the high back collar, as he stared at Garrett.

‘I uh, me? I don’t…’

‘I know, I have known for some time actually.’

‘Known? Known what Garrett? I really uh, I don’t uh…’

‘Your Aunt told me, few years back actually. I know.’

His heart was pounding, and he could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead. He wiped his brow, without realizing it was smearing his makeup. His Dracula outfit was becoming rather warm, as he sat down on the old chesterfield. Anger was boiling up, at his Aunt, for telling his secret, and yet at the same time, he wondered what had possessed her to do that? Specially to the neighbor’s boy.

From what he had known of them, they were rather strict, and were regular church people too. He had seen them get up every Sunday, since he had moved in, all dressed up in what he called ‘Go To Church Clothes’. Everyone went, and now his Aunt had told Garrett. Had he told his parents?

‘I uh see, she shouldn’t have said anything.’

‘Maybe, but I am glad she did, it uh, it helped me understand some stuff.’

‘What stuff? I don’t quite, I mean why are you telling me this now?’

Garrett put the photo back down on the mantle, and began to walk around the room. Ronny could see he had something on his mind. He looked so sad, that he wanted to reach out and just hug him, but he held back, thinking it would only scare the younger man.

‘She saved my life, did you know that? No, guess not, judging by your face. I thought maybe that is why you stuck up for me at the party, but now I guess it wasn’t that. I thought she might have told you.’

The old clock chimed the hours, which startled them both, giving him a moment to try and think. He had no idea what Garrett was going on about, but he suddenly felt a bit apprehensive. The conversation had turned rather weird, and just what had his Aunt told him, that saved his life?

‘I am confused, how did she save your life? And why would it have made me help you, I don’t understand.’

Garrett stood by the old armchair, and let his lanky body sink down into it. He leaned back, staring out at Ronny, his lips trembling, his eyes peering at Ronny, as if trying to look past his own, as if trying to see inside of him.

‘I am Gay’ he said in a shaking voice, his eyes fluttering as he watched for Ronny’ s reaction.

‘Okay, but uh…’

‘I want to be with you, I know you like me, your Aunt told me how you would watch me, and I have seen you watching, I know you like me…’

‘I do, but uh, geez Garrett, I mean …’

‘But not enough to have sex with me?’

‘It isn’t that …’

‘I am not good looking enough, is that it? I can take it, please, tell me.’

The look on his face was heart breaking. He could see the tears now too, and somehow it struck him as how much he looked like him, when he had first told his Aunt about himself, about being Gay. He could see her face, the way she wiped his tears away, just as he wanted to do for Garrett now. It made his heart miss her, even more.

‘Oh believe me, that isn’t it Garrett, shit man you are hot, I’d like nothing more than to uh…’

‘Then why not? You don’t have a boyfriend do you?’

‘I wish, but no, I don’t. It is just that…’

‘Then why not? Please Ronny…’

Ronny watched as suddenly Garrett stood up. He thought he was going to bolt, but instead he tossed the suspenders off his shoulder, and let the baggy pants fall to the floor, around his ankles. He had nothing underneath the pants, but a pair of bikini type underwear.

He couldn’t help but stare. Inside the pale blue material, he could see the outline of the young man’s cock. It was obvious that it was hard, and it looked so awesome, the way it was nestled to one side. Looking at it, he could see the tip of the head, jutting out from the leg opening, and he felt his own body stirring.

Looking up at Garrett, he couldn’t help but lick his lips. The way he stood there, his whole body trembling, and the crazy clown makeup smeared on his face, was crazy but erotic as hell. He felt his own body, felt it tremble as he looked up into Garrett’s face, into his eyes.

A quick beat of his heart told him that Garrett wasn’t playing him, that it was all serious. He really did want him, something he could accept now, but something he had a lot of trouble with before. He sighed, realizing just how much his Aunt had helped. He remembered how dirty he had felt, about who he was, about how that first time with another man had been so scary, so frightening.

Staring up at Garrett, he realized that he was no different than he had been when he first told his Aunt. He could see her, as she listened, stroking his hair, as he cried on her shoulder. He could hear her telling him it was okay, that he wasn’t a disgrace, that he wasn’t ugly, that he was a good looking young man, that others would desire and treasure. He hadn’t believed her for a long time, until he had found his first lover, his first encounter.

Ronny stood up and walked over to Garrett. He saw him shivering, and he reached out, to hold the young man in his arms. He felt him collapse on his shoulder, his head buried in his upper chest. Ronny felt the shudders, the tears as they soaked his shirt, while he stroked the young man’s curly hair. He felt the thrill, the strange glow inside as he also felt him shuffle in closer, to let his whole body melt into his own.

He held the trembling young man until the sobs subsided. It seemed like time was standing still, but the chiming of the clock stirred them both. Glancing over at the clock, he realized that he was late for the bar already, but he didn’t care, as he lifted up Garrett’s face. Looking into them, he smiled, and felt his heart skip a beat, as Garrett smiled back at him. It was unreal at how he no longer cared about the bar, and he wiped the tears away. The touch of his hand on Garrett’s face made him quiver, made his nerves tingle.

There was something special about that touch. The way his body reacted, the way Garrett stopped crying and looked at him. It all was what his Aunt had told him it would be like. He felt suddenly very warm, as he reached out and took Garrett’s hand, and took a step forward, glancing down. Garrett looked down, then bent over, still holding Ronny’s hand, as he pulled the pants back up.

He took him out of the living room, and headed towards the stairway. Stopping there, he turned to look at Garrett, and saw the eyes sparkling. There was no going back, as they climbed up the stairs. Garrett leaned into him, and he took his arm and wrapped it around his waist.

Entering his bedroom, he saw the dishevelled bed, the clothes tossed over one chair, but he didn’t care. He turned and wiped a tear drop away from Garrett’s eye, then leaned in, and kissed him lightly on the lips. His whole body shook, as his lips pressed lightly on Garrett’s mouth.

Stepping back, he began to undress, watching Garrett’s face as he took off his cape, then the jacket and shirt. He stood there, bare chested as Garrett lifted up his arm, reaching out with one trembling hand. His finger touched Ronny’s chest, which made him suck in his breath. His body shook, as Garrett let his finger run down the centre of Ronny’s chest. The finger tip curled around one of his nipples, making him moan a little as he stood there.

Garrett stepped back and dropped his suspenders once more. This time he kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of the pants. He reached up and twisted his white t-shirt up and over his head. Garrett tossed it to one side, standing there panting. His chest was heaving as Ronny now reached out with his hand, and let it lay flat on the centre of the heaving chest. He felt the heartbeat, felt the pounding of it, as he moved it across the hot flesh, and around first one nipple, then the other.

Looking up, he saw how his face was glowing, how his eyes were wide open, flaring almost as if they were on fire. Ronny took his hand off, and undid the button on his pants. As he did, he also kicked his shoes off, and quickly pushed the pants down his legs. He didn’t wait for Garrett to check him out, as he bent over, removing his socks, then stood partially back up, to take hold of his underwear, and slip them down his body.

As he shook the underwear off his foot, he stood back upright. His hard cock was sticking straight out from his body, and he noticed how Garrett’s eyes lit up. It was like watching a 4^th of July fireworks display. They just seemed to explode as the young man stared at him. He felt himself blush, as he watched the way it was making Garrett look.

He stood there, waiting, as Garrett couldn’t seem to believe his good fortune. It gave him a warm feeling, until finally Garrett pulled his eyes away and looked back up at Ronny. As he stood up, he let his arms fall to his side, and with a sort of hesitant look, he glanced down at his own crotch, then back at Ronny’s cock, then up to his face. His fingers reached down, pushing the thin blue fabric down, until he too had to bend down and push them off his legs. He stepped out, and slowly raised his torso up, to let Ronny see.

It was fully erect, and looked amazing to him. It was oozing too, showing Garrett’s excitement in real terms. It gave him a real thrill, which seemed to make his body quiver. Glancing up, he smiled, watching the eyes once more sparkle.

‘Is it okay?’ he asked, his voice filled with a bit of a tremor, bit of a quiver.

Ronny let his smile grow, as he reached out, grabbing hold of Garrett’s arm, and then pulled him with him, as he fell towards the bed. They both bounced on the bed, hearing the bed creak as they clung together. He felt his body touching Garrett’s, felt the electricity of that touch. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing with the excitement as they rolled around, suddenly acting like kids. Hell they were kids really, as they touched each other, grabbed each other. His cock would be in Garrett’s hand one second, then he would be kissing his nipple, or his stomach.

They rolled around, touching, caressing, exploring each other. It was wild, as they twisted and turned all over the bed. One second they were up against the headboard, next he was kissing the hollow Garrett’s throat, while Garrett’s head hung off the foot of the bed. Just as suddenly as they had been rolling around, they stopped.

They were on their knees, in the middle of the bed, as they held each other. Looking into each other’s faces, they knelt there, their bodies touching. Ronny could smell it, feel it deep inside. It was as if a fire had been lit deep inside, and only now was surfacing. His body glistened from a mixture of his sweat, and of Garrett’s. Both of them were soaked from their horseplay, but now, staring at each other, it became much more than just play.

He watched as Garrett’s eyes fluttered, then closed shut as the head moved forward. It hesitated a second, then came closer, tilted to one side. He watched the lips coming closer, watched as they touched his mouth. His own eyes flickered, as he felt the jolt through his whole body. It was too much, as he felt his body shake, felt his mouth open as his eyes closed.

Ronny held him tight, as they kissed hard. He felt the tongue work past his lips, into his mouth and dart at his own tongue. He felt them lick at each other, tasting each other. His body shook, as his hands reached down, and all over Garrett’s body. He felt his stomach, felt it trembling, as his hand moved down between his legs, to where his cock lay sticking out. His fingers touched the hot pole, feeling Garrett quiver.

His mouth opened wide, as his fingers took hold of the hot cock, and pulled at it. He felt his own body shuffle closer, and he let his hand search, until it held both cocks in its grasp. Garrett was shaking, moaning even, as he held the two poles together, pulling on them, and then letting go. Ronny pushed forward, until Garrett lay on his back. He on top, his legs resting between Garrett’s. The touch of his cock up against Garrett’s sac was almost too much, but he held on.

He could feel the hot breath, as he stared down, his own hair hanging across his brow, matted and tangled from the sweat that seemed to be dripping off his forehead. He bent down, kissed Garret hard on the mouth, then on his chin, then up around his forehead. He leaned towards the night stand, grabbing a condom and then sat upright, leaning back on his own legs. He stared at Garrett, whose eyes were like saucers. They were transfixed by Ronny taking the condom, and unwrapping it, then squeezing the tip, as he placed it over his cock head.

Garrett’s face constricted and his nostrils flared, as he watched Ronny unroll the condom down. His eyes stared up at Ronny, a haunting look crossing them. His body was glistening from their romp, from the sweat that coated them both, as he moved his legs apart, by instinct. His knees were pulled up as he just kept staring at Ronny.

Ronny moved himself back a little, until his arms were under Garrett’s legs. He pulled the young man closer, took his cock and placed it underneath the buttocks, on the crack. He leaned forward, lifting Garrett upwards a bit, who reached out and grabbed hold of his upraised legs, to bring them further back towards his head.

Garrett licked his lips, as he stared at Ronny. He kept staring as Ronny placed his cock between the two butt cheeks. He heard Garrett suck in his breath, as he wedged the cock up until it was pressing against Garrett’s tight hole. He felt him tighten up, and he slapped the buttocks, to help loosen it up a little. The sound making Garrett jump a little, then he pressed forwards, making his cock go forward.

He felt the pressure, felt the resistance, then as he grunted, he shoved his hips forward more, hearing the sudden cry of pain come from above. He looked up, to see Garrett’s face constricted and taut. He saw the pain flowing through, saw him bite down on his lower lip, as his cock was pressing in. One more grunt, and he was in. He felt the muscle surrender, letting his cock slide in. He held it from driving all the way in, just letting the cockhead slide past, the muscles wrapping around his shaft.

Ronny heard Garrett’s pleading voice, urging him to go slow, telling him it hurt, groaning louder for emphasis, but Ronny held his cock steady, slowly pushing in, gradually feeding Garrett’s rectum his long pole. He could feel every muscle insides as it struggled to hold him back, to not let him pass inside. He felt them stretch, felt the nerves tingling, as he finally felt his crotch digging into Garrett’s soft fleshy cheeks.

Leaning forward, he shifted his hips, making them gyrate. His cock was twisting inside of Garrett, who moaned now, his head moving from side to side, as he felt the throbbing pole impaled into his buttocks. His legs were twitching, and his cock was jerking across his rippled stomach. The small folds of skin were shaking as Ronny slowly pulled back, but only a little, then once more he drove forwards, driving a bit faster. Garrett moaned, grunted, as he began to pant.

His chest was heaving, as Ronny began to slowly build up speed with each thrust inwards. Soon he was driving his cock hard, faster, as his desire took over. He could feel it all, feel Garrett’s heart beating, feel his own thundering inside. The blood was rushing and he heard that too. His hearing was suddenly over sensitive, as his cock drove in and out of the spread apart ass. He felt the muscles struggling to hold his cock, felt the velvet lining that coated his cock, as he pounded Garrett’s virgin ass.

Ronny’s legs were taut, numb even as he felt his body shaking. His head felt light, dizzy even, as the blood rushed from his arms, his legs, towards his cock. He could feel his balls aching, as he looked down, to see sweat dripping onto Garrett’s body. He saw the drops run down his body, along the folds of his pushed back skin. They filled the little rivers, and trickled down to the next fold. Garrett’s cock was banging around, and he could see the hand that held it, that was stroking it hard while he ground his hips into Garrett’s body.

Watching, the loud cry startled him. His eyes opened wider, as he saw the cock in Garrett’s hand begin to jerk, to try and pull away, then it shot forward. White milk came shooting out and up along the entire upper body. He saw it splatter across the chest, up around the neck and even the chin. He saw it spread out, saw it slowly slide down the trembling body.

His own body was at that point. Ronny felt it as he watched the last stream of cum dribble out of the Garrett’s dick. The pain in his own body was too much, as he leaned back, pulling his cock out of Garrett’s body. His hand flew down, yanking at the condom and tossing it aside as he now leaned forward. He yelled as his whole body began to quake. His arms shook, his legs were like bands of steel as his balls exploded inside.

Ronny felt his cum shoot out, and he stared down, pulling hard on his cock, knowing more was coming. He heard Garrett groan, felt his body squirm, as his first stream of cum splattered across the upper torso. It was where Garrett had shot his own load. Ronny’s cum continued to shoot out, as he felt his body begin to shake. He couldn’t hold himself up, and as the last of his milk dribbled out, he collapsed on top of Garrett.

They lay there for several minutes, totally exhausted. Their bodies gradually cooled, and Ronny rolled off of Garrett, to lay side by side. His arm moved across to rest on Garrett’s chest, who finally turned to look at him. He turned as well, their noses nearly touching. Garrett seemed to be glowing, his eyes were so bright, as he reached out, taking Ronny’ hand into his own.

‘I really like how you celebrate Halloween.’

Ronny smiled, as he moved his hand down, taking Garrett’s with him. He let it rest on his crotch, where his cock was once more stirring.

‘Wait till you see how I celebrate Thanksgiving’

Garrett’s face seemed to glow even more, as he leaned closer, kissing Ronny on the cheek, his hand running lightly across the semi erect cock.