A Bottom’s Nightmare

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kelly sat at the table, near the back of the bar, sipping another free drink from an admirer. He was accustomed to the free drinks, though they were coming less often, as the word about him got around the bar. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, most men found him pleasing, nor was it that he was a snob, he enjoyed talking, socializing. It was his dick.

He wasn’t tall, rather more on the short side being just about 5’ 7” in stature, and he wasn’t fat either. He was a trim 130 lbs that gave him a tiny beer belly. The rest of him was well toned, plus he worked out a bit. He would walk to places, rather than drive or take a bus. Kelly enjoyed going for hikes, for being outdoors, and it showed in his face too. His hair was bleached by constant exposure to the sun, his face was kissed by the sun, giving him an all year round golden glow.

As the liquid went down, he realized that he was really a catch, even if he did sell his body for money, but the truth was, business wasn’t all that good these days. He wasn’t old, wasn’t a sleaze as some might assume. Kelly had his standards, yet people rarely were repeat customers. Those that did seek him a second or even third time, were okay, they helped pay the rent, but it wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t fun. It was business, just boring business.

He had yet to find someone who wanted him, who would not just want to be pleased by him, but who would want to please him back. It wasn’t like he was hard to please, he was a top, and simply wanted someone who would enjoy his body to the point that they would spread their legs for him.

Back as a kid in school, when he thought he was straight, he would chase the girls, like any normal teenager. It never got past a kiss and a few gropes, before they would back off. It wasn’t much better when he realized he was gay either. Guys would enjoy his body, until it came to pleasing him, to satisfying his need to be a on top, to penetrate them. They all backed off, and in some ways, some form of twisted logic he couldn’t blame them.

Now, sitting here, at the ripe old age of 22, he realized he was still a virgin when it came to anal sex. Oh, not in the strictest of senses, as he had found a few who had taken him, well some of him. He had yet to find that one person who wanted him enough, to let him put it all in. His problem was he was too well hung. His cock was what some called a ‘monster dong’ because it was so out of proportion to his stature.

While he may have been 5ft 7”, his cock was not average. It was a weapon, that when he was fully aroused, stuck out at an whopping 14 inches. It was not thin either, and when he had measured it, he understood why so many had paled at it’s sight. It was a good 3 inches or so thick, and that was at the head. It was bit thicker once you worked down to the base. His balls weren’t huge, but then nothing about him was, except his dick.

There was one other problem, that made his life a living hell. He scared the crap out of people not just with the huge cock, but with his blackouts. According to the Doctors, due to his disproportions of size, when he had an orgasm, his cock took so much of his blood, he actually passed out at the moment of ejaculation.

It never lasted long, maybe 5 or so seconds at worse, but it really scared those who were there. The whole idea of his orgasm making him faint, was comical and disheartening at the same time. He knew he couldn’t be standing and jerk off, because he would wake up on the floor. He always had to lie down, or sit down, to stroke his cock and cum.

Even when someone would just suck him off, the moment he began to experience the rush of feelings, the instant his cock was ready to shoot, he would black out. There was nothing anyone could do, and from what he had been told, he could cum very well. So well that one or two hadn’t noticed he had passed out, until they had pulled away from his flood of cum. It was then that they would notice he was passed out, even though his cock would still be dripping, still pouring out its milk.

It got to the point that people simply stayed away. Now most of his clients were those who wanted their cocks sucked off, or played with. Some would want to fuck him, but he wasn’t a bottom. He never got off on a dick in his ass, which narrowed down the number of clients. There were some who would want to suck his cock, before he jerked them off, or blew them, but they no longer wanted him to cum. It was too freaky many had said, even the damn Doctor from out of town, had been freaked out.

Oh he was quick to say it wasn’t anything for him to worry about, just that he knew he could never handle such a cock inside, and that having it in his mouth, while he passed out, was a bit too much for him. He said it wasn’t anything personnel, like what else could it be? Kelly frowned as he thought about that, about how unfair it was.

He wanted to feel more of what he had only a taste of. He wanted to just feel his balls slapping up against someone’s ass cheeks, like he had seen in many videos. To wake up, his cock firmly impaled in a totally satisfied person’s ass. So far, he just hadn’t had any luck.

He had written to a couple of porn studios too, including a picture of his weapon. So far everyone had written back, complimenting him on his cock, but telling him they just didn’t have any good bottoms who could handle such a cock. Kelly didn’t quite buy that, knowing it was the passing out that made them shy away.

One studio had been interested, but they wanted him to do bareback porn. Oh they were very explicit that they had strict testing guidelines, but it was not something he wanted to try. He had enough trouble finding dates, clients, that he didn’t think doing bareback sex would help improve that situation.

Looking up from his drink, he noticed the group of men at the other end of the bar. They were all laughing, lifting drinks, and the object of their attention was clearly visible to Kelly. It was the new kid, the one who obviously was making a splash with the locals. He had already cost Kelly business, but he couldn’t complain too much.

He was one of those types, that were natural magnets to men. His appearance was always neat, and sexy. He wore the tight fitting pants, shirts, that showed off his body in ways that made even married couples drool. He had long flowing hair, soft facial features that could light up a room, if given the chance. He was always happy, always a grin on his face, plus he was hung, or so the gossip went. Mind you hung to them meant he was about 8 inches or a bit less, plus he would bottom, for the right price.

Still, it hurt to see his regulars flocking around him, buying him drinks, and totally ignoring him. At times he felt angry, but in all honesty, he rather liked the new kid, Jarrod. Looking back at the party table, he saw him stand up, and stare in his direction, then watched as he started towards him. For a brief second he thought he was coming to see him, but he knew he was simply heading to the John that was near his table.

As he sipped his drink, lost in his thoughts, Kelly was surprised when he saw the shadow across his table, and looked up to see Jarrod standing there. He had two drinks in his hands, and that smile, the one that made heads turn, as he spoke.

‘Buy you a drink?’

Kelly nodded and offered him a seat, which he took. He handed one of the drinks over and sipped at his, as he stared at Kelly. It was rather weird, to be checked out by someone like Jarrod. He was maybe 20 at best, and looked younger. His hair was neatly in place, and his eyes were sharp and focused. Something he hadn’t expected, given how so many drinks were heading to his table.

‘Your Kelly, right?’

‘Yeah, sorry, not in the best of moods tonight’

‘No sweat, so Brian was telling me about you.’

‘Oh? He is a big mouth Queen at times, hope he wasn’t too nasty.’

‘Brian? Nah, he’s a sweetheart, most of the time, but he did say something that, well I had to find out if it was true.’

‘Oh? Yeah he’s okay, and I can guess what it is too, and yes, it’s true.’

‘All of it?’

He looked at Jarrod, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You could see it in his eyes, and once more he knew that he was becoming more of a freak to the so called regulars. They were talking about him, warning others off.

‘Yeah.’

‘bummer, for you that is.’

‘Yeah, guess so. More business for you, so you don’t have to worry.’

The face clouded over a little at his words, and Jarrod stared at Kelly, a sort of hurt expression on his face. His lips looked so damn inviting. Kelly knew he was fantasizing again, wishing for one thing, knowing that it was just that, a fantasy.

‘I am not that shallow, business is, well it pays the rent, you know?’

‘Yeah, sorry, like I said, not in a good mood, not been a great week.’

‘Not many feeling adventurous?’

He stared at Jarrod now, seeing he was determined to not let it drop, to not ignore his freakish ability to have a monster cock, and pass out when it shot it’s load.

‘Do you blame them?’

‘Don’t know, never tried a dick that size, or faced that type of situation. Uh, you really pass out? I mean when you uh.. when you cum?’

‘Yep’

He downed the last of his drink, setting the glass down hard on the table. Kelly felt like he was losing his control, losing his touch too. He wasn’t the easy going person he used to be, or thought he used to be. Looking at Jarrod, he realized that he needed to find another line of work. Hustling wasn’t going to pay his rent for much longer, already it was nip and tuck.

‘Get you another?’

‘No thanks, I am fine.’

‘Drinking uh, effect, I mean… you know.’

‘Huh? No, only had a couple anyhow. Why?’

‘What do you charge, for the full service?’

‘Huh? Why? You got a customer for me?’

‘Yeah… me.’

Kelly stared at him. At first he thought it was simple to compare rates, now as he looked at him, he realized that Jarrod wasn’t joking. He was serious.

‘Why?’

‘Does it matter why?’

‘Strangely enough, yes, yes it does matter, so why? Trying to satisfy some wager or something?’

Jarrod put his drink down, and leaned forward. Kelly didn’t know what to expect as an answer, nor did he know quite how to answer him either. The idea of charging him, was a bit hard to contemplate, given how he actually wanted to be with him.

‘No, I don’t pull that kind of shit. Okay, I’ll be honest. Sure I want to see if I can handle something that big, I love a hard cock up my ass, it makes me hard just thinking of it, and I suppose part of me wonders about the fainting stuff too, but that isn’t all of it. It is the way those guys all talk about you, how even though they’d never let you near their asses, you please them. I want to experience how you do that, and before you say it, no, I don’t know if I can take it, but I want to try, and I am willing to pay for the experience.’

‘Flattering, but you obviously you know how to please, or you wouldn’t be in such demand, as you are. So what’s the real reason?’

He waited, wondering what Jarrod would say. As he waited, he thought about him, wondering if maybe he would be one of the few who might be able to take him, not just inside, but take his passing out? Deep inside, he wished he was right, but he doubted it. Looking over at Jarrod’s table, he could see many of his regulars, see them watching Jarrod. It had to be a bet, he was almost certain of that as he turned back to look at Jarrod.

‘I guess, it comes to being satisfied.’

‘I don’t, not sure I follow.’

‘I have to please others, do what makes them feel good, and I don’t know, I want to do something that pleases me for a change.’

‘And you think I can do that?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘How? By passing out on you?’

‘No, by fucking me. I love big cocks, always have, and you are supposed to have the biggest cock anywhere, so everyone says. I want a big cock, I want to feel my insides stretched so far apart, that I’ll walk bow legged for a week or so. I want to fill my itch, instead of filling other people’s need. That is what I want from you, course if you don’t think you can… ‘

‘You can’t take it, believe me, others have thought they could.’

‘I am not them.’

Kelly pushed away from the table and stood up. He looked down at Jarrod, saw his eyes checking the bulge out in his pants. There was no mistaking his desire, nor his fear too. He wasn’t hard, but even then his cock was hard to hide.

‘Let’s find out then, your place or mine?’

‘Mine, its around the corner’

Leaving together seemed to get the bar buzzing. Kelly could hear the buzz rising, as they headed to the door, and he could feel the eyes on his back as they headed out. Strange, but it was like they were all in on it, and for a moment he felt like maybe he was being set up, that somehow sweet innocent Jarrod was simply having a go at him.

Still, the idea of spreading his cheeks, of letting his dick touch the golden boy’s ass was rather exciting. It had been awhile since he had felt attracted to someone, and the possibility that Jarrod could take him, was pretty heady stuff. Rare thoughts for someone like him, as he realized they were at Jarrod’s, and he hadn’t even taken notice.

Jarrod flipped on a few lights, but the place wasn’t brilliantly lit. It was softer, more sedate which was surprising. There was some nice stuff too, and he noticed how one entire wall was painted in a mural type. He could see that Jarrod had to be the artist too. It gave him a different perspective, as he walked around, noticing that what furniture was there, was good stuff.

It was a loft type apartment, no rooms really and the bed was certainly the centerpiece of the far area of the room. It also was closest to the big bay windows, and he loved the way you could look out at the skyline. The stars and moon added their own light to the room, which made it all rather romantic.

‘You into lots of foreplay? You know, kissing and stuff?’

‘A bit, not much though, not if you want to see if you can take it.’

‘Fair enough, uh, one thing.’

‘What?’

‘Well two things actually, first off, you got good Condoms that uh, won’t break if you uh, if you cum?’

‘Yep, the other thing?’

‘If I tell you to stop, will you?’

‘Yes.’

He could see the relief in his eyes. Kelly realized just how nervous Jarrod really was. He also could see that he wanted to try, that it wasn’t just a put up job. It made him feel excited, and he could feel his cock stirring. It hadn’t done that on its own for a long time, which surprised him. He could feel his heart beginning to pound, already aroused by the prospect of maybe this time, being one of those special times.

Jarrod was looking around, showing his nervousness as he tried to think of things to say, or not. Kelly saw how his fingers were tapping the side of his leg, as he stared at the bed, then over towards the chesterfield. He wasn’t sure what to do, or so it seemed.

‘We don’t have to, if you think it’s too much’

‘No, no I want to, it is uh, is there, I mean, shit, this is awkward. Look, this passing out thing, uh is there…’

‘It doesn’t last long, if you take it all, and that is a big if, don’t sweat it. I uh, I usually try to pull out before I cum, I can usually feel it coming, and uh.. I uh… fuck, look, maybe we should just forget it, I mean… ‘

Jarrod stepped closer, and as he struggled for the words, he felt his hands on his, He had his head lowered, but raised it up, to stare at Jarrod. The eyes were soft, a warm glow to them, as he bent down and kissed him on the lips. He felt a shiver inside, as he opened his lips, letting Jarrod’s tongue flick inside, tickle his, and the pull out. He moved his face away, as he looked down, stepping back a little.

‘I’ll figure it out then’ he said, as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was off, exposing his golden skin, the purple blotches around the nipples made darker by the soft lighting of the room. He stood there, his eyes looking towards him, as he too removed his shirt. Then he watched as Jarrod reached down, to undo his pants, push his zipper down, and then bending over, push the jeans to his ankles.

Kelly watched as he kicked his runners off, then stepped out of the pants. His eyes followed his every movement as he reached down, taking his socks off and then standing up to show off his nearly naked frame. The outline of his cock showed clearly underneath the tight white jockey shorts. It was not a small one either, as he licked his lips.

He kicked off his own shoes, and bend over to take his socks off. Placing them in his runners, he stood up to undo the pants button. Jarrod moved in closer, and put his hand over Kelly’s. He pushed it away, as he kept eye contact, and undid the button, then the zipper.

As the zipper was pushed down, Jarrod’s hand moved down inside, to rub along Kelly’s soft cock. It wasn’t totally soft, but the touch of Jarrod’s hand made it stir, made it begin to grow. He could feel the pain in his heart, feel it beginning to race, as Jarrod kept his hand moving along the shaft. Looking into his eyes, he could see the amazement growing, as he realized it wasn’t a dream, wasn’t some exaggerated tale.

‘Christ it is that big’ he said, as he dropped to his knees, and pulled at Kelly’s shorts. He pushed them down, to free the huge python type cock. Kelly stared down at Jarrod, watching his eyes grow like saucers as they took in the size of his cock. He was partially erect, and it did hang down, looking very large. A strange sense of pride came to him, as he felt the hand reaching out, and taking hold of it at the base.

Jarrod’s eyes stared up at him, and he kept them looking up, as he licked at the base of the cock. Kelly felt it growing, felt his head grow a bit dizzy as he leaned forward, resting his hands on Jarrod’s shoulders. As he did, he felt the tremors inside of Jarrod’s body. Strange, how no one else had given him such a feeling of excitement. His eyes fluttered a bit, as he widened his stance, letting Jarrod kiss his cock.

He felt the lips lightly touch his flesh, gently press down, and move all along his long shaft. His body was shaking as he felt the cock stiffen, felt the blood slowly leaving his upper body. He swayed a little, as he tried to stay standing.

Jarrod seemed to sense his discomfort, dropping his touch from Kelly’s cock. He stood up and took hold of Kelly’s hand, leading him towards the bed. He stumbled along, gradually feeling a bit stronger as his cock bounced between his legs. He felt the head striking at his leg, and smiled, as he lay down on the bed.

Jarrod stood up on his bed, straddling Kelly’s prone body while he stared down at him. He could see the hard cock, looking more like a huge baseball bat. It was the longest dick he had ever seen in real life. Asking where Kelly kept the Condoms , he left the bed hurriedly to grab the packages out of the discarded pants. Returning, he looked again at the monster cock, licking his lips that were trembling with both excitement and fear.

He climbed back onto the bed, and leaned on his back legs, as they straddled Kelly’s lower legs. Kelly could feel the hairs on his legs standing up, the thrill of Jarrod’s touch making him stiffen again. The blood was racing around inside, as he felt light headed, yet he couldn’t help but stare at Jarrod. The way his own cock was fully erect, sticking into his leg, brushing at his cock as it wavered in the air. He felt its weight, and then the touch of Jarrod’s hand on it, holding it steady, while he unwrapped a condom over it.

Kelly couldn’t believe it, couldn’t comprehend that Jarrod really was going to try to take it, to let him inside. It made his heart beat faster as he felt the ache growing in his lungs. He was sucking in the air quickly, feeling sweat breaking out on his forehead as Jarrod unrolled the extra long condom, feeling the thin material as it was unrolled down his cock. His body was twitching, his legs growing cramped by the lack of blood, by the thrill.

Jarrod leaned forward, letting his lips go over the plastic covered cock. His tongue licked at it, just under the head, as he took several inches into his mouth, coating it with his saliva, then he moved up, to press his whole body against Kelly’s.

He moved up Kelly’s body, kissing his belly, then his chest hairs. He let his tongue lick out at the nipples, his teeth nibbling at the firm nipple, then he moved up and kissed the neck, licking at the hollow part. Kelly felt his whole body shake, as Jarrod reached over him, grabbing a pump bottle.

He sat up, his buttock resting just over his groin. His hard cock was not standing upright, its weight holding it down but Kelly could only look up, to stare into Jarrod’s face as the man reached behind him. Kelly could feel his hand cross his groin, as it reached upwards, as he began to poke at his own hole, with the lubricant he had smeared on his fingers. Jarrod grunted a little and Kelly could see his face constricted, as he lifted his body up a bit, to drive more of his hand inside himself.

All he could do was lay there, his heart was already pounding faster than he ever recalled. He watched as Jarrod pumped more lubricant on his hand, then reach back, this time grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. He felt the slippery lube coating all of his cock, as Jarrod’s hand moved around the cock head. His body shuddered, as it felt the hand work the lubricant around his head, around his pulsating pole.

Then he sucked in his breath, as he felt Jarrod lift his body up, and pull at his cock. He felt it rise up, felt it touch the shaking buttocks, felt it suddenly enveloped in a strange warmth, as Jarrod wedged it between his two cheeks. Kelly felt the cock tremble, felt the hard shaft shiver as the head was positioned by the twitching hole. He closed his eyes, as he felt the tight fit, felt the tension around the tiny hole. He could feel it tremble, just as he too shook.

‘Oh Fuck’ echoed in the room as he felt the press of Jarrod’s body on his shaft. He could hear the pain in the words, and yet Jarrod didn’t stop. He continued to let his body sink down onto his cock. Opening his eyes he saw Jarrod leaning up and over him. He could see the sweat, feel it as it dropped onto his body. The eyes were shut tight, the nose flaring, and he was biting his lips, as he lowered his body onto Kelly’s cock.

He had been at this point with others, as he waited. His hands moved up and rubbed the scrunched up stomach muscles. He could feel their tightness, as Jarrod continue to lower himself, to let the huge cock stretch his insides. The sweat was like a rainfall, as it constantly dripped down onto Kelly’s head. His eyes were misted as he stared up, realizing that Jarrod had taken more than most. He was groaning now, a sort of mix between determinate stubbornness, and absolute pain. Still, he kept his body lowering down, kept pushing down and shifting his position ever so slightly, as he spread his legs even wider.

The sheets underneath him were soaked from his sweat, and that of Jarrod. His body was squirming, as he felt the muscles inside of Jarrod’s body clinging to his cock, then being pushed aside, as he continued to lower himself onto the hard cock. His balls were aching, as was his own rectum. He felt his own cheeks clenching as he suddenly felt himself arch upwards. He drove his cock up, feeling the surprise in Jarrod’s body as it pushed upwards.

He heard the cry, heard him bite it off, as he let his hand grab hold of Jarrod’s hips, pulling him down to meet his thrust. Kelly felt the rolling pain that was running up and down Jarrod’s spine, and he felt something else. His cock was nearly all inside, and he felt exhausted already. His whole body was trembling, along with Jarrod’s. The sensation was unbelievable, as he felt the hot flesh slowly crushing down onto his groin. Jarrod had him all inside, he felt it, felt the way his cock throbbed, felt how tight it was being held.

His eyes flickered open, to see a shadowy image of Jarrod. His mind was growing dark, as he felt the body on top of him shift, felt it twist as he shook. His balls were up, hurting as he felt one hand fall to his side. He couldn’t keep it up, as the body on top began to move up and down. Very slowly Jarrod was riding his cock, each push down making Kelly shudder.

His legs were numb, he couldn’t feel much, other than the pleasure that seemed to be coming into his body from his cock. He could feel the head, feel the tiny muscles inside as they struggled to hold his powerful cock from moving, failing. His eyes stared up and then down over to Jarrod.

He saw he had grabbed hold of his own cock, and was stroking it furiously as his body moved up and down on Kelly’s cock. He saw the face constricted, the eyes shut tight. He noticed the thin lips, the white teeth biting down on the lower one, as he rose up, then came crashing back down. It wasn’t fast, or hurried, but it felt unbelievable.

His heart was pounding, his ears echoed to its thunder, as he licked his lips, watching Jarrod riding his cock. He felt the legs around his thighs, how they clung inwards, pushing his legs in, making his cock ride higher over his body. It all was making him dizzy, as he felt his chest heaving, made his eyes see shadows. Jarrod no longer seemed to be visible. He was more of a blurred image, as was his own cock. His face looked down his heaving chest, as he watched the blurred motion growing more blurred with each flicker of his eyes, with each beat of his heart.

Kelly felt the hand burning past his belly. He could feel the shaking motion coming from Jarrod, but he could only see a dim figure in shadows. His blood was rushing from everywhere, to fuel his cock, to keep it digging upwards, to keep it stretching Jarrod’s insides. He heard the groans, the harsh shrill moans as his cock was forced in deeper. He felt the press of the wet buttocks on his groin, and then he heard nothing. A strange silence seemed to blanket his mind, his eyes could see nothing but flashes of strange lights. His heart ached, his lungs were empty, as he felt his lips drop open.

His hands went limb at his sides, as he felt the orgasm rolling up inside. It was odd, he had never felt this way before, not even when he would jerk himself off. There was a strange glow inside, a strange warmth that made him sink back into the bed. His whole body was suddenly floating, suddenly free of everything. He could see nothing but strange flashes of light, feel nothing really as his body just seemed to hang there in suspended animation. His heart no longer seemed to be roaring, thundering as it threatened to break out of his chest. Instead he felt a strange calmness, a strange happiness.

He could feel his toes tingle, feel every muscle inside of his body uncoiling. It was making his whole body shake, he knew that, yet it felt so nice, he didn’t want it to end.. It didn’t worry him, or frighten him, but felt soothing, calming.

Kelly heard nothing, just a sort of empty rustle as if a wind was blowing through a forest. The rustling sounds of leaves, the whistle as the wind passed through branches that swayed to its power. It had replaced the thundering roar of his heart. It too felt comforting, soothing.

Kelly felt like he was on a cloud. Nothing was pressing against his body, he was just floating. It was an eerie feeling, and yet not frightening. He felt safe, felt at peace, as he just floated. Then just as suddenly as it had come on, it began to end. He heard the heavy panting sounds of laboured breathing, felt a strange stickiness around his groin and all across his chest. He felt a strange pressure on his ears, like when you came off an airplane. The lights that flashed before him were replaced by a sort of greyness, as he felt his eyelids flickering, then the soft light of the moon seemed to fall across his face.

He looked up, blinking several times, and peering down at him was Jarrod. Suddenly it all made sense as he felt his body quiver. Jarrod’s face was drawn, anxious even, but in his eyes he saw something he had never seen before, a strange look of satisfaction.

As he regained his bearings, he felt the cooling wind across his body, felt the sweat being dried, and he could feel across his chest, the drying coating of cum. His eyes stared up at Jarrod, who slowly leaned forward, his body slowly giving Kelly his cock back. He heard it fall out, felt it too, and stared over at Jarrod, who now lay at his side.

Jarrod let one hand fall across Kelly’s body. The arm was across his chest, trembling still as he leaned in closer, made his body snuggle into Kelly’s. His lips pressed up against his shoulder, kissed it as he rested his face on Kelly’s upper arm.

‘Christ, that was amazing’ was all he said, as he fell asleep. Kelly didn’t move, as he slowly closed his own eyes, feeling his exhaustion taking hold. He too felt that it had been amazing, as his chest began to rise and fall in an even manner, his cock resting across his leg.

Badge of Opportunity

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tommy rather enjoyed his job, it had its moments of excitement, had its moments of utter boredom, but it was always different. He might be nearing 30, though you would never know it by looking at him. His hair was not buzzed cut, though not long either. His eyes were a cold steel grey, unless he was excited. Some of his past dates would see that they would appear like they were smoking, which always gave him a chuckle.

He enjoyed the lifestyle he had, being single, being able to move around, not have to sit behind some desk shuffling papers. Plus, he was in a place that changed every day, every minute really. Walking his daily path, he saw some regulars, but for the most part everyone he came across was new, different.

His job was simple. To patrol the upper concourse of the Airport, keep an eye on the various people rushing around with luggage and others. It was his responsibility to keep them all safe, from each other, and from those who wanted to do them harm, simply because they could. It was that constant awareness that danger was just around the corner, was potentially the next person walking towards him, that made danger his constant companion.

The Airport wasn’t what you would call a hub. It was busy, as most where, but not crazy like say JFK or Dulles or Heathrow for that matter. He had gone through Heathrow, on his way to a course for his company. Being chosen to be one of the handful to get that privilege had given him a real sense of accomplishment, not to mention some new experiences.

He liked the job, as he walked past the lockers, checking to make sure none of the people hanging around were up to anything. Thefts from those lockers was on the increase, but no one was near enough to warrant his attention. Moving along, he kept his head swivelling around, looking for the signs that someone was up to something. To keep his eye open for those who appeared nervous, or acted strange when he was spotted.

Tommy knew all the signs, including a few his supervisors weren’t aware of. One of which was to see the steady stream of men going to one particular Men’s Restroom. He always knew where to look, who to follow when the mood was on him, as it was now. His eyes were looking for the signs, for the one who would make him take a slight detour in his regular patrol.

He often wondered how passing travelers knew where to go, or what the signals were. Some he figured were standard signals all over, but how did someone from clear across the country, know which concourse to go to, which hallway and which of the many restroom’s, was the ‘restroom’. It always amazed him, when he would see someone, know instantly where they were headed, and when he followed, sure enough, he had been right.

Asking never got him anywhere, as everyone just said that they had heard about it, or had chanced unto it. His trained eye knew differently. Some had passed other restrooms, so it couldn’t just be happenstance. Yet that is what they all said. Course you had to be careful, as it wasn’t 100% certain that people using it were there for any other purpose than having a need for a restroom.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy spotted what had to be a likely candidate. He stopped to have a quick hello with one of the Airline Ticket Agents, as he watched the younger man look around, then head towards the far reaches of the concourse. Picking up his gait, he followed from behind, taking note of the young man’s dress, his shoes and everything he could.

The man turned down a narrow pathway, and Tommy smiled, as the only two rooms down there were restrooms, one for men, one for women. He waited a few minutes, and then entered the Men’s Restroom. There was no one else there, and only one stall was in use.

The young man was no where to be seen, and Tommy smiled. He could see the shoes and they were exactly what the other man had been wearing. He waited, listening, and then reached behind the door, pulling out the sign that was stored there by the maintenance staff.

Quickly he opened the door and hung the sign out and upon closing it, he turned the inside lock. It made a loud clicking noise, as the bolt engaged. Now, he turned around, knowing they wouldn’t be disturbed. A trick he had learned from one of his courses, to insure there were no surprises.

Tommy stepped into the stall next to the one occupied. He sat down, and spread his legs outwards, so that his foot was just crossing under the dividing wall, and waited. His heart was beating a bit faster, as he saw the dirty top of the young man’s runner slide over a bit, then rest near his own black shoe. In that moment, he knew he had been right, and now it was just a matter of time.

The runner moved closer, pressed a little harder, and he returned the press, moving his own foot towards the other stall. Back and forth for a second or two, and then stillness. He could hear the other man’s heavy breathing, as he felt the excitement building. He knew that his appearance would scare him, at first. It sort of was part of the game, which only added to his enjoyment.

He watched, as something fell to the floor, near his foot, and he waited. Then a hand appeared, as if searching for the fallen tissue, and it touched the edge of his pants, then his ankle. Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, then he held his breath as the hand moved up his leg a little. The hand brushing it, not fully clasping it or caressing it. Just a casual touch, a nudge. He moved his leg closer, against the hand, signalling his acceptance.

The hand moved up his leg, as he reached down to let his touch the fingers. He felt the jolt, felt the other struggle with the sudden touch of flesh on flesh. He had guessed right, as he too felt the excitement building. Soon, he thought, as his fingers played lightly with the young man’s tapered fingers. The nails were cut short, as he felt them seeking more contact with his own.

Tommy saw the stall divider shake a bit, which made him lean closer to it. He knew the other man was resting his head against it. He put his own head up against the wall, and then he heard the soft voice letting him know that the door was unlocked. It was the invitation he had been waiting for.

Moving away, he let his hand give one last little touch, before he stood up and opened his own door. He walked over to the other stall, and pressed his hand on the door, to swing it open. It moved freely, and as he opened it wide, he saw the head lift up to stare up at him. The eyes bulged open as they spotted his uniform, the badge on his chest. Panic was reflected in the eyes, as he stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.

He stood in front of the man, and stared. He could see the lips quivering from fear, the eyes darting around as if to find a back door or some other way of escape. He let himself smile, as he reached down and undid the buckle on his belt. The sound making the darting eyes suddenly focus on his crotch, as he intended it to.

He let the belt flop open, then he undid the button, allowing the zipper to open a bit. Tommy took another step closer, as his hand rubbed his crotch, pulling the zipper down even more. His eyes never once left the other man’s face, one that looked confused, yet excited despite the obvious fear.

The man had one of those spiked type haircuts. Lots of gel or whatever that made various strands appear to be standing upright. His hair was short, but it was the eyes that made Tommy’s heart skip a beat or two. They were so blue, so colourful and intelligent looking too. The nose was slim and matched his thin looking face, and lips. He could see the man’s desire too, reflected in his eyes, and how they were glued to his open crotch.

Tommy smiled as he pushed his pants open, to show off his bulging crotch. The man licked his lips as Tommy ran his hand over his pole, its long shape clearly visible under his briefs. His hand pushed it and stroked it lightly, before he took it away and pushed his pants further down his frame, so they rested by his knees.

He leaned out with both hands to take the young man’s face between them. The eyes looked up, as Tommy stared down, a thin smile on his own face. The man then dropped his eyes to stare at Tommy’s groin. His hands moved up to rest on the exposed thighs. His touch gave him a slight thrill, that made his legs twitch a little.

Pulling the head towards him, he sucked in his breath, as the young man willingly moved inwards. He felt his hot breath over his groin, as the young man’s hands reached around, to grip his legs. The fingers dug into his flesh, as he felt the man’s mouth suddenly move inwards. He buried his face into Tommy’s crotch, his teeth nibbling at the throbbing pole. He heard himself moan as he put his hands outwards, one on each side of the stall.

He pushed his groin forwards, rubbing his crotch harder into the young man’s face. It made the young man grunt, who then reached up and around with his hands, to yank at the underwear, while his mouth still licked and nibbled at his throbbing cock. Tommy swung his hips a little, enticing the man further.

In a second, his shorts were pulled down, and his cock was free. The instant it popped free, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of it at the base. The fingers wrapped around and held it firmly, as the mouth now hovered just over the head. The tongue licked out, and as it touched his cock head, Tommy felt himself tremble.

The raspy edge of the tongue moved lightly over the skin, barely touching it. He felt his whole body tighten, his muscles grow taut, his nerves tingle, as the tongue lightly ran over his cock head, then underneath to lick at the underside. His hands pressed harder against the walls, as he struggled to control his racing emotions. His breathing was rapid, as the man licked his cock all the way down towards his dangling balls.

The edge licked at his sac, then the hand pushed the cock upwards to his belly, while the nose pressed in between his belly and thigh. The tongue moved down his scrotum, licking at the leathery sac, until it found one of his testicles. He heard the noise, the sound of his testicle being drawn past the lips, into the young man’s mouth. He moaned a bit louder, as the tongue licked at the egg inside the sac, as the mouth sucked the skin, making the tiny hairs stick out and bristle.

His legs grew taut, the muscles coiled and stiffened, as the young man continued to suck on his balls. He let one go, quickly taking the other into the moist mouth. He felt his body shudder, as the man then managed to take them both at once. His eyes were firmly shut as he felt the nose pressing into his skin, felt the hand around his cock move up his shaft, then down, while his mouth sucked his balls.

When he let them go, he pulled back a little, his heavy breathing matching Tommy’s own ragged panting breath. Then the tongue flicked out, licking him just above the balls, just under the base of his cock. His whole body arched upwards a bit, his heart racing even faster.

It moved slowly up his shaft, licking at his throbbing vein, the blood rushing faster through his whole body. His cock was thickening, growing even harder. His eyes were seeing shadows behind his eyelids, as the man’s tongue licked up and around his cock head. The oozing pre cum was quickly licked up, the tongue lightly passing over his pee slit, making his whole body tremble.

Then the lips pressed against the cock head, slowly opening to wrap around. He felt himself shudder as the lips moved down, his cock head slowly moving into the man’s mouth. He could feel its warmth, feel the edges of his teeth rake across the sensitive skin of his cock head. He cried out a mumbled groan, as his cock was slowly enveloped by the man’s mouth.

The tongue licked at his underside, as his cock was taken slowly inside. He felt the cock head move against the soft wet flesh of the man’s cheeks, then push past, to rest on the gullet, then as the muscles relaxed, he felt his cock being allowed down into the throat. He moaned as he felt the warm saliva all around his cock. His body was shaking as the hands now held him firmly. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of the back of his thighs. They held him, as the head began to slowly move back and forth along his shaft.

Tommy could feel his control leaving, as his body began to move in time with the head. His body would arch forward, pull back, then forward. The head would move every now and then, twisting around to make his cock jerk. The slurping sound was driving him nuts, as he felt his body arching inwards, felt the teeth against his cock shaft as he pounded the young man’s mouth.

His breathing was more rapid now, his lungs ached from the lack of air, as he drove his cock deep down into the man’s throat. He could hear him gag a little, but he kept his lips tightly around Tommy’s cock. His hands continued to hold his legs. Every part of his body was tingling, his frame was quivering as the blood rushed inside. His mind was numb, as he felt his body taking control.

The ache in his balls became unbearable, as his buttocks clenched tightly, and suddenly he felt himself losing it. The rush from his balls, made his whole body tremble, as he yelled out, as his mouth hung open gasping for air and his hips drove forwards with all of his strength. The head sucking his cock was driven backwards by the force, and he could hear the man grunt, as his cock jerked inside.

His load came flooding out, he could almost hear the rush as it flew out of his cock head, and the young man gagged several times, as he swallowed quickly, desperate to take very drop of his seed. His body was shaking, as if he was having some sort of seizure. His eyes saw flashes of lights behind his closed eyelids, as he emptied his milk.

It was like his entire energy had been drained from his body, as he felt himself convulse, as the last of his milk dribbled out into the full mouth. The young man was still swallowing, but Tommy knew that some was escaping, as he felt it against his trembling groin.

He slowly sank backwards, his arms at his side, as he leaned against the stall door. His eyes flickered open, as he stared up at the ceiling, gradually letting the light filter in. Shapes were still fuzzy as he felt his heart pounding still, his pulse racing. Sweat coated his forehead, and he could feel the drops dripping off as he glanced downwards.

The young man was leaning back against the toilet, his own face showing his complete satisfaction, and exhaustion. The eyes were glowing, as he sat there, totally spent by the wild face fucking he had just had. His nostrils were still flaring slightly, as he too gasped for air. The rise and fall of his chest showing how much he had put into the effort, how much he had enjoyed the brief interlude.

Tommy pulled his underwear and pants up, doing his buckle up as he stepped forward. He looked down at the young man, smiling. Then he opened the stall door and looked at himself in the mirror. Adjusting a lock or two, he rinsed his face with cold water, and went to the main restroom door. He listened briefly, then undid the latch and opened the door. No one was around, as he took the sign off the door, and placed it back where it belonged.

He stepped out and began to once more assume his patrol, his eyes still glowing as he watched the myriad of passengers going every way possible. The beat of his heart was slowly back to its normal state, as he made his way over to the next level, wondering if he would have an opportunity to check out the other restroom along his beat.

After all it was a Friday, a busy time of the week for chance encounters. He smiled as he moved past the local Starbucks, noticing the grin from one of the workers there. He smiled back, knowing that Chuck would be off at 2, and waiting for him at the restroom he had just left.

Tommy did enjoy his work, and the perks that went with it, as he continued along his patrol. His eyes always looking, always searching.

Eight Ball, Corner…

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The heat was on, yet Kyle felt a chill as he stood aside, his eyes watching the table like a hawk. If Jay made the shot, it was over. He licked his lips, feeling the lower one tremble as he stood there with nothing on but his jockey shorts. Jay on the other hand only had his shirt off, still had his pants and socks on.

The other guys were all staring at Jay, and then looking over at him. He could feel their eyes on his trembling body as they waited for Jay to make the call, then the shot. He could see Ron rubbing his crotch, and he knew it was no joke, they had been serious, and like a moron he had fallen for it, so they thought.

As he waited, with the others, he knew that Jay would make the shot. It wasn’t a difficult one, and with it, he would have to either honor the bet, or face the consequences. It hadn’t seemed like a tough call, given his prowess with a pool stick. He had been able to beat them all before, even Jay. Yet as they had racked up the balls this time around, he had sensed a change in the mood.

When they had all picked Jay to play for them, he knew something was up. It was like somehow he had been set up for this moment. In some ways he was angry that he had fallen for the trick. Obvious now, that they had thrown the other games, dragging him into a false sense of security.

Looking over at Ron, he knew it had been his idea. He was the brains of the group, the ‘gang of three’, that was the most elite of groups on campus. Ron was the oldest, maybe 21 or 22 at the worst. He was also the Basketball Teams’s leading scorer and was one of the more popular kids on campus. He also had a body that was a killer. The long legs, the muscled torso, that made him a superstar in his sport. The girls all flocked around him, and the others too.

His transfer to this school was for money. His parents couldn’t afford the private elite Catholic university, and now he was having to adjust all over again. At first he didn’t mind, thinking that he could fit in, given his own prowess at track. He quickly learned that track athletes weren’t on the same social scale as the other sports, like basketball, baseball, and naturally football.

The ‘gang of three’ were the schools top stars in each of the sports. Jay was the leading hitter and pitcher for the baseball team, Ron for basketball, and as hard as it was to believe, Andy was the football great. Hard to believe, because Andy was the runt of the three. He looked so skinny, until you checked out his thighs and legs. They were built like an elephants legs, which is what made him hard to bring down on the field.

He was the star running back, despite his short height, and thin frame. Yet while he looked small, his legs had carried him into the end zone more times than any other running back in the schools history.

Ron had more rebounds and baskets than anyone else, and it was his jumping ability that made him seem unstoppable. Jay was one of those tall lanky types, yet his eye was sharp, for being able to tell what kind of pitch was coming his way. His stance was unorthodox, but it netted him a ton of home runs. He had more RBI’s than anyone on the team, by far. The next two in line still didn’t have as many as he did.

Now here he was, having been asked to join their little group, to make them the ‘gang of four’ which had been like a life line to his sinking spirits.

Public University was different, and it was harder than he thought to get accepted, despite his ability to run, hurdle, and leave others behind. Still, he had coped, until Ron had started to seek him out, to chat him up and then gradually draw him into their small elite circle.

Kyle wasn’t stocky, nor gangly looking. He was full bodied, had good strong legs and arms to match, that didn’t seem overwhelming. His hair was always short cropped, but he had what the Nuns had called an Angelic Face. It was fine featured, with thin lips, a slim streamlined nose, and eyes that always seemed to be darting around, never settling on one focal point.

He was the quiet type, which hadn’t help him adjust either. Kyle did his work, was a decent enough student though no Rhodes Scholar material. Ron on the other hand was on the Dean’s List, and Jay wasn’t far behind him.

Jay’s voice was soft and quiet sounding as he called the far corner. Kyle licked his lips, as he heard the stick hit the ball dead centre. His eyes watched in apprehension as the black ball went spinning along the green velvet towards the far corner. It was a straight shot, one he had made himself several times, and he watch as it hit the banks, rattling just for a second, before dropping into the hole.

The game was over, and Jay was the winner. Looking over, he saw Jay stand up and stare at him. The look in his eyes was strange, but similar to the look in both Ron and Andy’s eyes. They were all looking at him, waiting as he tried to quell the fear inside.

‘uh two out of three?’ he asked, wishing he could just run from them, knowing that deep down, he didn’t want to.

‘nope’ was all they all said, in unison. Jay had a strange almost evil smirk on his face as he had said it, and Ron seemed to have a worse one. Andy was tight lipped, his eyes staring right at Kyle’s crotch.

There wasn’t going to be any reprieve. His eyes moved from one to the other, and in his heart he knew it was about to be one of the more interesting nights of his young 21 years of life. His body shook a little, as he wet his lips, then reached down to hand over the last vestment of clothing he wore. He had lost, and as he pushed the jockey shorts down, his cock sprang out.

He had his head lowered, as he pushed the underwear off, and stepped out of them. As he stood up, to let them gaze at his naked body, he noticed how they all seemed so tense, so interested. It was like they had never seen a cock before, though they were all Jocks, they had to have.

Hell, no one in the room was a virgin, not even himself. He had found a few willing, even if he was a product of private Catholic Schools all of his life. Course, some of his conquests would shock his parents more than the fact he wasn’t a virgin would shock them. Still, it was strange to be standing there, naked in front of these three.

‘Not all that much different to me, is it Ron?’ ^Jay

‘Looks the same to me, what you think Andy? Catholic boys got anything on the rest of us?’ ^Ron

‘Why ask me? Doesn’t look any different’ ^Andy

‘Because you seen more cock this year than most see in their entire lives’ ^Jay

‘Funny, and like you are Mister monogamist or something?’ ^Andy

He felt embarrassed, as they talked about his penis. It was both humiliating as well as exciting. He never had anyone comparing him before, though he had always wondered what some though. Still, the notion that these so called new friends, had set him up to make sport of his dick, was a bit painful.

Jay looked up at him, and he had that grin on his face as he moved from behind the pool table, over to the side. Both Ron and Andy joined him as they all jumped up onto the edge, sitting on the table. Kyle looked at them all, knowing the second part of the wager was now about to be called for. He felt hesitant, thinking that maybe he should just refuse, but as he looked at the three on the table, he knew he wouldn’t.

The sound of buttons popping made his head jerk upright. He saw them all undoing their pants, then he saw them unzip the pants. Ron got off the table first, pushing his pants down to his ankles, then he hopped up onto the table, his feet dangling below. He had a fully erect cock, that seemed to tower up from a dark bush of hair.

Andy was next to get off, as he too pushed his pants down to his ankles, then climbed back up onto the table. His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it looked thicker than most Kyle had seen before. He looked over at Jay, who was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Looks like our newest member likes what he sees’ ^Jay

He felt his face flush, as he realized that his cock was sticking out, hard as a rock. He could feel it, the ache from his balls, as he had been staring at the two cocks that were waiting. His eyes met Jay’s who slowly let himself stand up, and carefully push his own pants down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. Unlike the others, he wasn’t fully erect, but still the limp cock looked enormous to Kyle. He found himself biting his lower lip as he watched Jay climb back up onto the pool table, his legs spread open.

Jay had huge balls. Kyle’s eyes opened wider as he stared at the pair as they rested on the pool table ridge. He found himself thinking of sucking them, one by one, then maybe trying to take them both into his mouth. He couldn’t help it, he was turned on by their size, their look.

‘Come on, as the winner, I am first up.’ ^Jay

‘That’s only because you can’t hold it back’ ^Andy

‘And like you can? Come on Kyle, you start with Jay there, or you going to back out?’ ^Ron

He moved forward, slowly until he was in front of all three young men. His body was trembling as he stared at the three, and then he tried once more, to avoid settling his wager.

‘You guys really serious?’

‘No, we are sitting here with our cocks waving in the air, to tease you. Fucking rights we are serious, you made the bet, now it’s time to pay up.’ ^Andy

‘Go easy Andy, he’s new, maybe he doesn’t want to fit in, or maybe he just isn’t used to seeing real cock. That it?’ ^Jay

‘No, I just don’t uh, I mean, I just didn’t think you were gay, that is all’ ^Kyle

‘Does that bother you? After all, you are too.’ ^Jay

‘Doesn’t matter if he is or not, he made the bet.’ ^Andy

It wasn’t a put on, he could see the desire reflected in Ron’s face, the same look he was getting from Andy as well. They were serious, and he had made the deal. He never thought he’d have to pay off, but he had been suckered. Still, the idea of sucking them off, of having their cocks in his mouth was inviting. It was why he had agreed to the strange wager, even though he believed he would win.

His own body was eager, he could tell. He moved forward, looking first at Ron, then at Andy, finally up at Jay’s face. Kyle could see his growing anticipation, as he placed his two hands on Jay’s thighs. It was like touching a hot stove, the heat radiating from the thighs into his own body, making him tremble even a bit more.

He looked up at Jay, saw him watching, saw him lick his own lips as he waited. Then he saw him reach down, grab hold of his cock, and swing it across Kyle’s lips, his eyes seemed filled with laughter as he rubbed the long soft cock across his mouth.

‘come on, take it’ Jay

He reached out with one hand, to take the offered cock and he held it at the base, as he lowered his head. He could feel it, smell the aroma from between Jay’s legs, as he opened his mouth. His eyes kept their focus on Jay’s face, as he let his lips touch the head. He felt a sort of exhilaration inside, as he tasted the flesh. It had a bit of a salty taste to it, as he let his lips wrap around the head, then slowly he began to move his head further down Jay’s limp cock.

Kyle felt the pole shudder a little, saw a flicker in Jay’s eyes, as he moved his head down the pole. He kept his lips pressed hard, as his nose pushed past the belly, and dug into the soft pubic region. He could feel the tremors, as he began to pull up, moving faster now, his own eyes flickering, as he sucked on Jay’s cock. There was a strange sensation being transmitted to his mind, as he felt the blood rushing through the veins around the cock. His lips felt the rush, felt the thickening of the flesh as he sucked on the pole, gradually feeling it stiffen. His tongue licked at the head, just under it. He saw Jay slowly losing his focus, as his eyes became glazed over. They were dull looking, and the face became constricted as his tongue licked at the now hardening cock.

It was like being a porn movie or something. Three hot studs, waiting for him to suck their cocks. Yet as he bopped his head up and down Jay’s now fully erect cock, he felt disconnected from it all. He could see out of the corner of his eyes, the glassy looks coming over both Ron and Andy’s faces. He could feel them watching his head bop. Each movement down, seemed to get them excited, and he knew Andy was stroking his own cock, in time with his head going up and down on Jay’s pole.

He felt himself getting more turned on, than he had ever been. His mind was struggling to keep him focused, his eyes starting to flicker as he felt the cock growing, felt the head begin to ooze a little. The taste of Jay’s precum making him gurgle a little. Jay was moaning now, as he licked his whole cock, then flicked his tongue at the huge dangling balls. Jay moaned louder, and Kyle noticed Ron turn his head to stare at the baseball player.

Kyle couldn’t help himself, but his own cock was hurting too much for him to ignore it. He reached down to grab it, to start to stroke it as he continued to suck on Jay’s. He could hear his heart beating wildly inside his chest. Felt the pressure too, as he struggled to breath, yet all he could think of, was how good the cock tasted inside his mouth. The press of the head deep down into his throat, the thick pole that pressed his tongue flat and the ache in his jaw from being open so wide didn’t matter. It was all good, he thought, as he began to suck in earnest.

His mouth would occasionally let the cock slip out, and his hand would quickly grasp the hard pole, stroke it quick and firmly for two or maybe three pulls, while he sucked in air. Then he would lower his head again, and each time he did, Jay would groan. His body was trembling, that only added to the whole unreal feeling that kept him mesmerized.

At times he could see Jay’s face, see his head tilt back as he twisted his head around the throbbing pole, or as he pulled back, sucking hard so that the flesh would crawl up the cock. His whole focus was on making Jay enjoy it, he wanted it more than anything else, which surprised him, as sucked. He ignored everyone else, despite their hard groans. He knew Andy was close, but he didn’t care as he sucked on Jay, who seemed a way’s off yet.

The sound of Andy’s panting breath made him pull up, his hand working on Jay’s cock. The deal was clear, and yet it didn’t matter. He leaned over, took Andy’s cock in his free hand, and pointed it towards him. Leaning over, he took the hard cock into his mouth, felt Andy stiffen, felt his legs tighten under his elbow, and he knew it was the right move. Andy’s cries were loud, and he could feel Jay looking over at Andy, then down at him. He could feel Ron’s eyes bulging open as he sucked on Andy’s cock. He could hear his own slurping sounds, when Andy’s voice yelled out, his words jumbled together.

Kyle didn’t need to know what he said, as he could feel the cock in his mouth rearing back, feel the head suddenly bulge, then the stream of cum came shooting out splattering against the back of his throat. He gagged for a second, then swallowed quickly as more of Andy’s cum shot into his mouth.

His throat took it all, trembled just a little, and some of Andy’s milk dribbled out from the corner’s of Kyle’s lips. He didn’t care, as he sucked hard, draining Andy’s jerking cock.

Andy’s breathing was hard and ragged, as he leaned back onto his arms, his legs still quivering from his ejaculation. Kyle sucked the last of his cum, then lifted his head up and off. His hand still stroked Andy’s pole as he looked up at him. His other hand still slowly pulling on Jay’s pole, as he moved away from Andy, to stare up at Jay.

He saw his eyes open wide, as he lowered his head. Just as he had done at the beginning, he kept his eyes on Jay’s face. Saw his face constrict, as he felt his lips around the cock, then the surprise in his face, as he realized Kyle hadn’t swallowed all of Andy’s cum. He could feel it cover his own cock, and his body shuddered to the realization. Kyle used Andy’s cum to coat Jay’s throbbing cock. He felt it shake, felt it thicken as the blood suddenly was racing through it.

Kyle could feel Jay’s thighs stiffen, and he knew it was time. He pushed his face all the way down, gagging a little on the long cock, as the head was pushed down into his throat. His nose dug into the soft belly, slipping off to one side, to bury itself into the shaking fleshy part of Jay’s inner thigh. He heard him cry, heard him whimper and then felt his whole body suddenly arch upwards.

It drove his cock further into Kyle’s mouth, and as it did, he could feel the balls underneath explode. It was like a dam bursting, as the cum came shooting out, and he gagged. His mouth was suddenly flooded with cum, tastier than Andy’s but so much of it, that he had trouble swallowing it all. His eyes flickered open, to see Jay’s sweat soaked face constricted, his mouth wide open as he yelled out. His body was trembling, as he kept his hands underneath, holding his cheeks, keeping him impaled in his mouth.

As Jay shot his second load of cum, he slowly began to let his body down. His teeth raked the cock as it slowly came free, his cum filling his throat and stomach. He swallowed constantly, taking every drop he could, as he let Jay’s cock finally slide all the way out. He stared up at Jay, then down at the cock, and he kissed the head, then licked around the head, under the cap. He felt the shiver go all the way through Jay’s body, and saw him lean all the way back onto the table. His chest was heaving as he lay there.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the wild look in Ron’s face. He smiled as he looked over, then he stood up while reaching over with his hand. He took Ron’s throbbing pole between his fingers, stroking it hard as he moved in between the outstretched legs. He looked up at Ron, saw the glazed look, as he reached down with his other hand, to cup Ron’s balls. He prodded them and then bent his head down, and sucked each one, pulling on the testicles, licking the stretched sac. Ron moaned, then groaned, then cried out ‘oh shit’ as he sucked them both at once.

He released them, then began to lick at the underside of the cock, moving his head to one side. Ron reached out, and grabbed his cock, pushing it towards Kyle, and moaning. Kyle took the cock, and as soon as it was between his lips, he felt it jerk, felt his tremble as the head grew.

Quickly he tried to stuff the cock into his mouth, but he couldn’t manage in time, as cum came flying out, just as the head pushed past his lips. He felt the stinging blow of the first stream and gagged. It had taken him by surprise, and he could feel the hot milk pouring from around his lips.

It was quick, and short too. The cock shuddered once or twice more, before suddenly becoming lifeless in his mouth. He licked at it, feeling Ron shiver, feeling his body shudder as he let the head slip back out of his mouth. He felt totally exhausted, as he stepped back from the three young men. There was a chair to one side, a nice arm chair, that he fell back into. His legs were spread open, his chest heaved as he stared at the three puffing men on the pool table.

He had a small smile on his lips, as he stared over at the ‘gang of three’ and he knew it was now the ‘gang of four’, if they kept their word. Somehow he knew they would, and maybe sometime later on, he’d let them in on his own secret. That he was a ranked pool player in the Under 25 category, nationally.