Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Trimming the Tree

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Jim stared up as Garrett climbed up the ladder. His eyes were fixed on the cute tushie that filled the jeans, that swayed as he put one leg up and then another on the rungs. His hands held the ladder steady, despite the pounding in his chest. It was a perfect vantage point, as he stared up at the 18 year old. The string of Christmas lights dangling down, held tightly in one hand, while he made his way up to the top of the ladder.

He really felt proud of himself, actually, as he kept his eyes on the firm butt that was getting further away. All those years that he had this huge tree out front, not once thinking of decorating it. Now, thanks to the suggestion by the young man climbing it, he was not only adding to his chances for a decoration prize, but he got to watch Garrett.

It wasn’t that he was a pervert either. Okay, so he was approaching the so called Golden Years quicker than Garrett would, and so what if he liked young men 18 to late twenties, still didn’t make him a deviant. While his age might be a year or two off that magical retirement number, he didn’t look like he was in his sixties.

Sure the hair was snow capped, but he was fit, trim, and still could manage a brisk 5K jog every morning. Now take young Garrett, who was your typical 18 year old. He was out late every night, rarely walked anywhere, even to the local mall that was just four blocks away. Still, looking up at him, he had pretty firm looking legs. Bit flabby perhaps around the upper thigh region, but hell Jim was certain they could hold a body firmly enough.

Garrett was your normal teenager. He had the long hair, bit curly but it suited him. He had a baby face, that was as clean as the day he was birthed. No whiskers yet, while Jim looked like a hobo if he didn’t shave in the morning. How he admired youth, and the tasks they weren’t yet fully burdened with.

While the face was smooth, there were a few tiny hairs showing up on his chest. Jim had noticed them the day Garrett had been bending over the engine of his car, his shirt open. The smooth golden skin had made him drool a bit, but he knew no one else had seen it. Still, ever since Garrett had moved in next door with his family, he had enjoyed sitting out front, watching.

While the younger sisters were rather noisy, always talking, Garrett was the quiet one of the single parent family. His mother was much shorter than him, but always had a warm smile on her face, even if she was busy running the girls all over. An active family, that was rather fun to have next door. Specially with Garrett, who took his role as the ‘older brother’ seriously.

His ancient little pick up needed work constantly, and unfortunately Garrett wasn’t what you would call mechanically inclined. Jim was, and that worked out perfectly. He rather enjoyed the time spent looking under the hood, directing Garrett what to loosen, what to tighten, or how to check the thing a ma jig. It also allowed him to be next to the teenager, to smell his scent of cologne mingled with sweat. It was quite intoxicating, and most times after he spent time with Garrett, Jim would spend time in his bedroom, dreaming.

To have the close up vantage point of watching sweat trickle down his chest, to curl around his young firm little red nipples, had done wonders for Jim’s imagination, and libido. Though with winter coming early, those images were just memories now, as like most thin young men, Garrett was constantly chilled. No stamina, he would say, but then there wasn’t much meat on the young man.

Garrett had a good frame to him, long torso, long legs and arms, but not much meat. He wasn’t thin in the sense you could see his ribs or anything, but when he stretched, the outline of his rib cage was visible. His arms while long, were a bit fleshy up top, but still, nothing out of the ordinary. A combination of being young and being in a family of rather limited means were more of a factor than he was starving himself.

Still, the notion of curling up with him was becoming a constant thought, or desire. When he had suggested the idea of using the big tree for lights, Jim had quickly agreed, on the condition that Garrett helped. He feigned height freight, which worked out nicely. And now he was reaping the reward.

The sudden cry, the loud ‘oh shit’ made him stare up, beyond the now quivering butt. He could see that the string of lights had been let go, and were on a heap by his feet. Garrett was holding his head, as he finally looked down.

‘Sorry, uh, any chance you can maybe bring those back up for me?’

‘What happened? You okay?’

‘Yeah, a branch was hooked, came free and startled me, I am okay, but I let the lights go.’

Jim stood there, feeling like some paternal figure, as he tried to gauge whether to have Garrett come down, so he could take a look, or whether to let him stay up there, and take him the lights. Choosing to take him the strand of lights, he reached down and picked them up, then quickly made his way up the ladder.

He could hear it shake as he climbed up, until he was a rung or two below. Garrett’s legs were level with his eyes, and he couldn’t help but stare at them, and feel their warmth, as he leaned inwards. It was rather a nice position, as he struggled to lift the lights up, to the down reaching hand. He knew he would have to move up one more rung, and he did, making his head slightly above the firm buttocks.

Breathing in deeply, Jim inhaled the fresh crisp air, a slight hint of Garrett’s scent in it. He sighed, as he lifted his hand up, to put the string of lights into the young man’s hand. His fingers touched, and he didn’t quite understand it, but he felt like he had just been shocked by a huge electrical jolt. His legs quivered, his whole body seemed to tremble as he glanced up.

Garrett was peering down at him, his eyes looking so alive, so full of life, that he couldn’t help but smile. It was then that he noticed the small red line across his forehead, and the small oozing of red liquid. The branch had caught him just above one eye, and had broken the skin.

‘You are bleeding’

‘It’s nothing, you okay, you look a bit shaky’

‘Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, look, hang the string over that branch, then come down and we’ll tend to that cut. Don’t want it to get infected.’

‘It’s okay’

‘Humor an old man’

‘You aren’t old, least I don’t think so.’

‘You are nice, but I am 3 times your age, that makes me old’

‘Nah, just seasoned, but okay, I’ll let you play Doctor.’

The way he was looking at him, the way he said the words, all gave him a thrill, made his imagination churn, as he slowly climbed down. Garrett was right in step, above him, and he couldn’t help but notice how he was looking down at him. There was a strange glint in his eyes, a sort of naughty grin on his face, as he lowered himself, keeping in step with Jim. It was almost as if he was insuring that as he came down, he remained close, his legs still level with Jim’s upper body.

He led the way into his home, and opening the door to his bedroom, he realized it was the first time that Garrett had been inside. It also was a mess, and he quickly glanced around the large master bedroom, hoping his magazines weren’t all over the bed. Jim tried to make it seem all natural, though his heart was beating like a drum. It was all so unreal as he led Garrett into his bathroom.

‘Take a seat, I’ll clean the cut first.’

‘Yes Doctor Jim’ he replied, that made Jim turn and stare at him. It was said in jest, he could see the huge grin on his face, but there was something else glistening in his eyes, as he sat on the closed toilet seat. The way his eyes were watching him, it was almost as if Garrett was actually checking him out.

Jim got a small cloth, ran the hot water and then leaned over the young man, dapping at the cut, getting the dried blood loosened up, then wiped away. The cut didn’t look too bad, but he knew how those things could fester. As he dapped at the cut, he could feel the young man’s eyes on him, and he felt his own body acting naturally.

‘You have a gentle touch’

‘Thanks, now hold still while I put some ointment on’

As he turned to grab the tube of antiseptic cream, Garrett reached out to grab hold of his arm. He held it in his, making Jim turn to look at him. As he did, Garrett moved the hand down, to place it on his lap. His eyes stared deeply in Jim’s, as he just looked at him. Jim felt the tingle, the excitement in his body, as well as the shock. His hand was resting on Garrett’s lap, and he could feel the warmth, the lump that was generating the warmth.

‘Garrett…’

‘I am old enough, and yes, I know what I am doing.’

‘Uh, I am sure you uh, uh it is just that…’

‘I am not your type? Come on Jim, you and I know that isn’t true.’

‘It uh, it isn’t that, just that I uh…’

‘If you say old enough to be my grandpa, I’ll hurl. We both know what we want, I’ve seen you looking.’

‘I didn’t think it was that obvious.’

Garrett just smiled as he pulled Jim’s hand over his crotch. There was no mistaking the hard lump, nor the look in the young man’s eyes. It was a hungry look, one he knew from experience. Garrett wasn’t playing him, he was serious and Jim could feel it.

He stood up, still holding Jim’s hand and headed towards the bed in the other room. He had a wicked grin on his face as he turned to face Jim. They were at the edge of the bed, his face beaming, as he looked at Jim, from his snow colored hair, to the bulging crotch, then back to Jim’s face.

‘I may have gotten a scratch down here, maybe you’d like to make sure it isn’t bleeding? Doctor?’

He didn’t know what to say, part of him wanted to just laugh, and he was grinning until he felt his hand released, noticing Garrett was unbuttoning his pants. His eyes suddenly grew wide, fixing on the way Garrett was slowly moving his hands. The sound of the button popping, then the zipper being slowly pushed down gave Jim a bit of a start. He licked his lips, glancing up at the sparkling eyes that seem transfixed on his face.

The pants were shoved down past his knees. Jim looked down, at the pair of white jockey shorts. He could see the long tube resting inside, the way it pushed the white fabric out, and by its look, he knew it was no pair of rolled up socks. The young man was as big as he had imagined.

Licking his lips, he stood there, watching as Garrett bend over a bit, and pushed the pants off his feet. He had kicked his runner’s off, and now stood back up. His eyes continued to just look at Jim, a mischievous glint in them, as the hands pushed at the waistband.

They didn’t grab hold right away, but he put his fingers inside, pulling the band out slightly, letting the excitement build. He let them move around, inside, then he slowly took hold of the band, and began to shimmy them down his thighs.

Jim’s eyes couldn’t help but stare, but he noticed every detail. The way the belly shook a little, the muscles underneath rolling and scrunching up the golden colored flesh, the belly button shimmering in the room’s light. He saw it all, but his eyes never moved from the painfully slow removal of the shorts. The pain in his body was almost intolerable, as he was about to realize his dreams, to see exactly what he had so far only imagined.

Holding his breathe, he watched Garrett slowly push them down. He could see the skin now, the top of the long pole showing, the cock stretching the fabric, fighting it really. His eyes narrowed, as he stared at the growing bend, as the waistband pushed down, against the hard shaft. The tiny bronze pubic hairs were bristling as they were freed. Not a large collection, but enough to make him shake.

Then the cock suddenly sprang out. The last resistance of the shorts removed, as they were quickly pushed down once the cock was free. His eyes stared at the long shaft, at the fiery look of the cock head. Jim noticed the vein underneath, the way it wrapped around the whole cock, and stood clearly out from the skin. It was a deep purple, almost black, as Garrett’s blood was rushing through it.

The cock head was now aimed at him, the wide slit running from top to bottom had a small bit of grey color to it, that was growing. Jim knew it was the young man’s pre cum, slowly oozing out, as Garrett shook his legs a bit, letting the shorts fall to his ankles without him having to bend over. He stepped out of them.

Reaching out, he took Jim’s hand and pulled it up, so that the palm rested on his belly. Jim could feel the warmth, feel the thrill of just touching that bare skin. He looked up, to see the young man smiling. It was insane, he was nearly 65 and Garrett was just 18. But he couldn’t stop himself, the touch of his hand on that flesh was making him sweat. He wanted it, and as Garrett moved his hand, directing it downwards, he knew that Garrett wanted him the same way.

A quick look up, then back down at the stiff cock was all he could manage, before he let out a small moan. He dropped to his knees, to face the hard cock. He could see every detail, storing it all in his memory for later, as he let his hand caress the boy’s body. He didn’t need any further encouragement, or guidance. His hand moved lightly across the skin, brushing the tips of the pubic hairs. Garrett moaned, and Jim could see his body tremble to each move of his hand.

Bringing his other hand up, he began to caress both thighs, his eyes fixed on the hard cock, everything else blotted out from his sight. His hands felt the tiny hairs on the legs, felt them tingle even. The racing of his heart, its loud thundering beat was filling his ears as he watched Garrett shuffle forward a bit. The touch of the young man’s hands on his head making him shudder. Breathing in deeply, he could smell that aroma, that scent of a man aroused.

One more quick glance up, then back towards the cock that was so close, so inviting. For one brief second he thought about pulling back, but Garrett was right, he did want him, and it was clear that Garrett did as well. His tongue licked his lips, feeling how dry they were, while his body grew tense, knowing that he was going to give in to its demands to its desire. Jim’s eyes focused on the cock, on the widening expanse of grey, as Garrett’s hands began to play with strands of his hair.

His eyes closed, as he felt his head being forced forward. The fingers now held strands of his hair in their grip, and were pulling them towards the young man, making his head move forward. He smelled it, could feel the heat, as the eyes flickered open, saw the looming cock head, then closed as he let his head move all the way in. The touch of his lips against the moist hot cock head sent tremors of joy rushing up and down his body.

Jim found his lips opening, found himself tasting the hot sweet sticky liquid on the tip. Once more the tremors were racing inside, fuelling the dissipating ones. They became one, growing in intensity as he felt his teeth graze the top of the head. The hands holding his head tightened their grip, and he could hear a soft whimpering type moan off in the distance, over the roar of his own heart.

His hands, holding the quivering thighs, reached out, spread apart. The fingers began to dig into the soft warm flesh, holding the legs steady as his mouth moved over the throbbing cock head. He could feel the blood under the skin, feel the jolts that he was giving Garrett. He dug in harder, as his head moved in more, taking more of the pulsing penis.

Garrett’s hands held his hair tightly, pulled at them, as Jim slowly fed himself the long pole. He gagged briefly, when the tip of the head struck the opening to his throat, then he settle down, as he let his lips tighten around the quivering cock shaft. He could taste a bit of salt, then a bit of sweetness, as he continued to feed himself the young man’s penis.

One of his hands moved down the trembling thigh, and reached across to rub and push at the dangling balls. Garrett cried out, his hands now moving off Jim’s head, to clench at his shoulders. The hips moved in, pushing the cock further down into Jim’s open throat. He felt the fullness, felt it as he lowered his hands, digging hard into the flesh while also pulling towards himself. Garrett was now leaning forward, his head obviously forward, his own curly hair dangling down, as his cock began to move in and out of Jim’s mouth.

The sounds coming from Garrett barely registered. He knew he was panting, could feel his short breaths against the top of his head, could hear the almost constant moans too, but it was off in a distance. His own roaring heart, his own panting breath was too loud. He felt his racing pulse, as he sucked on Garrett’s long pole. Each thrust of the cock into his mouth made his whole body shake. His legs were numb, the hands that held his legs were stretched taut, as they held onto the shaking legs of the young man. His eyes were shut tight, as he sucked on the hard throbbing pole, feeling it grow thicker, feeling it pulse as it moved past his lips.

The groans became louder, but he wasn’t sure whose they were. His or Garretts, as the hands on his shoulders dug in more, pressing hard into his bones, as the hips now moved faster, the cock slamming into his mouth quicker. His body shook, the tightly shut eyelids displaying a brilliant light show, as the cock was pushed in faster, deeper. His throat hurt, as the huge cock banged against it, as it filled his mouth.

Jim heard the cry, set his body, as he knew that sound, knew that mournful sound. The thighs he was holding shook hard, then grew extremely rigid. The hands on his shoulders pulled him forward, the hips in front ramming forward into his face.

The cock in his mouth suddenly banged the side, then the top, then as it began to push its way down the centre, he felt it rear back. He felt the sudden bulging of the head, as it came rushing forward now, as if it had burst. The harsh salty sweet taste of cum filled his entire mouth. One second it was empty, now it was filled with the tasty liquid.

It oozed between his teeth, across his gums. It puffed out his cheeks, filling every crevice inside, and it filled the opened throat. The cock inside was suspended among the flood of cum, until he swallowed. As he did, he felt the groin pressing hard into his face. The pubic hairs scratching under his flaring nostrils, the scent of a man filling his mind with its aroma, with its memory. His mind was reeling, the waves of pure pleasure were racing up and down. His legs had no feeling, as he felt the cock inside rear back again, felt the steady stream of hot milk flood his mouth and throat. All he could do was swallow or choke, as his hands held the swaying body in front.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally the flood of jizz ended. His jaw ached, as the encrusted cock pulled itself out from between his lips. He could still taste him, as he licked his lips, and leaned back on his elbows. They felt weak but held as he stared over at Garrett. He saw the gleam in his eyes, as he staggered back, sitting down on the foot of the bed. His legs were spread apart, the cock dangling between the still quivering legs.

He looked at Jim, a small smile on his lips.

‘Where do you keep the condoms?’

Shock suddenly crossed his face as he realized he was out. Before he could speak, Garrett seemed to sense his panic.

‘Out? Geez, some Doctor you are, how you going to examine me properly without them?’

‘Look funny boy, the store isn’t that far.’

‘I know, neither is the glove box of my truck. I got a strip left, I hope, otherwise we gonna bust a speed record going to the drugstore.’

‘You think?’

‘Yeah, I do, you know though, maybe you are right, that you are old.’

‘Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Sure sign of old age is not being able to find your glasses, and forgetting to stock up on condoms. You do know where your glasses are, don’t you?’

For a second he looked cross, then he burst out laughing.

‘Who cares, I have no problem seeing what I need to.’

Garrett just grinned.

Come Out With It

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It wasn’t that he was a klutz or had two left feet. Shawn picked himself up from the dirt for the umpteenth time this afternoon, having tripped over an obvious log. He couldn’t bear the way Travis was looking back at him, waiting for him to once more start the trek through the bush, but then it was Travis’ fault that he kept tripping.

Travis was his older brother’s best friend, 2 years older than Shawn, and he had changed while off at college. Next week he would be heading back, but this was his last week home, and he had wanted to spend it out in the bush, camping. His brother had already left for college, so Shawn had been tapped to go with Travis.

It was both a thrill and a daunting task. He had always like Travis, and had a secret crush on him too. Though he had always managed to hide that part from both Travis and his brother, he wasn’t doing so well today. The notion of spending time with just Travis, to be able to be in the same tent with him, was making a nervous wreck out of him.

It really wasn’t that Travis was some super hot college dude either. He wasn’t a Jock nor a scholar, just an ordinary 20 year old student. He had shaggy hair, was your average height and weight, but there was something that made him appealing. His face was ordinary, but ever since he had been a kid, he had liked Travis. For starters, he had never teased him, or pushed him away either. He had a sort of charm that brought even the younger brother into his circle.

Shawn had been a geeky looking kid. It wasn’t until his senior year that he had filled out, gotten some muscles and looked more like a jock than his big brother. Hell he even made second string on the High School football team, and even had played in a few games.

Then too, as he began to follow Travis, he realized that it was due to him that he had done well in sports and school. His brother had never helped, but Travis, he had spent time with him, tossing the ball around, helping him with some of his homework. He hadn’t treated him like a kid either, and that meant a lot to Shawn.

Now here he was, trekking along the side of a mountain, about to spend a few days with his hero. It was hard too, because there was something about watching him walk up the slope, the way his butt filled the old pair of blue jeans, the way the cheeks moved, the legs bulging at the back from the muscles, that he couldn’t help but stare at. It was why he kept tripping, he was too lost in his fantasy of Travis.

As a kid his wet dreams had centered around Travis. Even once he had lost his virginity, he would have the fantasy of doing it with Travis. It wasn’t an obsession, just a harmless fantasy, and now he was about to be alone with him, for several days and nights. That idea terrified him, because he was finding it harder to hide his attraction for him. He found himself constantly staring, devouring every detail of how Travis looked. How his shirt would cling to his upper chest, but be loose at his stomach.

How the light hair on his arms would stand up at times, would sway in the wind as he moved the arms while talking, or just walking. He would study him, glancing away every time Travis would turn to look at him, hoping he hadn’t been caught out. It wasn’t the fading warmth of the sun that was making him sweat either. It was the sway of those cheeks, that smile, even the impatient look in the eyes as he waited for Shawn to follow along. No matter what his expression was, it made Shawn tingle, made him sweat a bit more, as he thought about Travis, about how it would feel to have his legs wrapped around his body.

The times Travis had been at their home, splashing and having fun in the pool had been etched forever in his memory. The way he looked in a swimsuit had left little to the imagination. Travis was one of those who enjoyed the sun, who during the warm days always had his shirt off.

The swimming pool parties were a dream day for Shawn, as well as a nightmare. Travis liked his Speedos, and there was little doubt in Shawn’s mind that Travis was hung. He had seen the thick pole outlined behind the wet fabric several times, each time eventually forcing him to retire to his own bedroom, where his thoughts took flight.

His thoughts of taking those shorts off, of pulling that pole out, all had always resulted in him jerking off. It also had been the few times when he had almost been found out, because the notion of Travis, the sight of him in those skimpy suits, had made him careless. It was those past experiences that had him petrified now. The last thing he wanted to do, was to get caught by Travis, to be found out.

They had finally reached a clearing, and Travis had dropped his backpack, and standing there, hands on hips, he nodded before turning and grinning at Shawn.

‘This should do, easy kindling around, not too open, and far enough off the trail, what you think? Want to make camp here?’

He just nodded, noticing the strange glint in Travis’ eyes when he suggested they make camp here. His imagination was working overtime, as he dropped his pack, and began to hunt around at the base of the large trees to gather up some kindling, and branches.

It was nearly fall, and the nights up here could get cold. Though they had one of those little heaters with them, it would still be great to have a fire. And it had rained all last week, so the brush was still damp enough. The fire level had dropped, but the problem would be to find enough dry branches to use. Still it kept him busy so that he could let his imagination cool off a bit, and maybe let his mind get control.

Tonight would be the test, but as nervous as he was, he couldn’t help but think of Travis, think of him naked, holding him tight, touching him. Hell, there he went again, fantasizing, when he knew Travis would never be touching him, least not that way he would like. Still it did give him some interesting thoughts to consider when jerking off.

The tent was all set up when he returned with some relatively dry logs and branches. He stood by and watched as Travis got the fire roaring, then sat back enjoying his handiwork. As he leaned back, he glanced up and stared at Shawn. His eyes seemed to pierce his insides, as he felt a strange warmth, as well as feeling rather nervous. He looked away, but could still feel Travis staring at him.

‘What?’ he asked, as he looked down at his own feet, afraid to look at Travis squarely in the face.

‘Nothing, what you so nervous about?’

‘Me? I am not nervous.’

‘Like hell you aren’t.’

‘I am not, honest.’

Travis stared at him, and he could feel the eyes on him, as he kept trying not to look. He glanced furtively but each time, those eyes were there, staring. He felt his heart pound a little, as he also realized how his body was finding the whole thing arousing. Great timing, he thought, as he tried to hide the growing bulge in his jeans.

‘Come on Shawn, I’ve known you since you were a snot nosed brat, so what is it?’

‘I don’t know what you mean, really, I don’t.’

He felt his palms getting sweaty, as Travis stared at him. It was beginning to fell like he was some trapped animal, as he kept looking around, avoiding Travis’ glare. He just didn’t know what to say, yet in the pit of his stomach he was feeling like it was all about to explode. Travis’ next words proved him right.

‘So your falling all over your feet because you were too busy staring at my ass is just coincidence? Come on Shawn, give it up man.’

‘I uh, I don’t I uh…’

‘I like you Shawn, don’t go ruining it with a bunch of bullshit man, you think I am gonna hit you or something because you like my ass? Shit I get lots of guys at college staring, it isn’t anything new.’

‘It isn’t?’

‘No’

‘It doesn’t bother you?’

‘Why should it? You ashamed of being gay?’

‘I never said I was uh… I mean I uh…’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.’

‘I don’t, really? Why?’

‘Be rather hypocritical, don’t you think?’

‘Huh?’

‘So big bro didn’t tell you?’

‘No, what was he, I mean…’

‘About the only smart thing he’s done, sorry, figured he told you, about me.’

‘What, uh what was he supposed to tell me?’

‘That we had a one night fling together.’

He stood there, finally able to look up at Travis. He could see it in his eyes, that it was true. Travis was gay too, and he hadn’t a clue. The idea of his dreams coming true suddenly hit him, as he looked at Travis, saw the hurt in his face, but also saw something else, something like desire.

‘You are? I mean, I never, it just, but all those girls you and Cody had around you. I never uh…’

‘Figures I liked guys? Hey, we all do what we have to stay safe Shawn, but yeah, some guys. I can handle girls too, guess that makes me bi, but I prefer guys, guys like you actually.’

‘Me? Why? I am not anything special to look at.’

‘Don’t believe everything big brother says. You aren’t ugly, and you have a decent body, not too skinny and sure as hell not chubby. You definitely would be fun.’

He didn’t know what to reply with. Shawn could feel himself blushing, as he lowered his head a little, glancing upwards at Travis. God he looked so damn hot, as he just stood there. Then suddenly it hit him, as he sat down and stared.

‘One night, you mean Cody is gay too?’

Travis sighed as he looked down at Shawn. His eyes grew a bit darker, and his jaw a bit firmer as he tried to gather his thoughts, or so it looked. It was a bit unnerving, but Shawn waited, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

‘We were drunk, least that’s the excuse. Cody says he isn’t, but no drunk straight guy is gonna want it up the ass like he did. He says he isn’t, I let it go at that.’

‘But, I mean did you, I mean did you tell him you were?’

‘Sort of, not like I just told you, but he knows. Hell Shawn, you know how he is, how wrapped up he is in his image. I doubt he’ll ever come out of the closet, but that’s his loss.’

‘Now what? I mean, shit, Cody took it up the ass? Fuck I, I don’t know what to say.’

‘I do, I got condoms, so why don’t we just forget all that bull, go into the tent, have some fun, or you gonna still try to say you aren’t? Or that you aren’t attracted to me?’

He looked at Travis for a few seconds. The desire in his own body was becoming noticeable, and he could see Travis noticing. He grinned, it was like a dream come true as he stood up, dusted off some of the dirt, then ran his hand across his crotch. Shawn could feel his hardening cock, and the look in Travis’ face told him all he needed to know.

With a huge grin on his face, he strode towards the tent, pushing open the flap and turning around to grin at Travis, who simply stood up, a wide grin on his face. Shawn couldn’t help but feel giddy as he moved further into the tent, and got out the small battery lamp, switching it on.

He noticed how the sleeping bags were still unopened, as he turned to see Travis walk inside.

Without saying a word, he unrolled one sleeping bag, and laid it out fully open. He took the second and unrolled it, laying it fully open on top, making a bed for them both. Travis gave a sort of grunt, as he started to unbutton his shirt, and kick off his boots.

Shawn didn’t take long to catch up, then pass him, as he felt the thrill of it all taking hold of him. His body shook a little, as he dropped his pants, pushing them aside with his foot. He stood there, with only a pair of boxers on, clearly tented, while Travis was just shoving his pants down. Bent over, he glanced up, saw Shawn in his tented shorts, and grinned, licking his lip as he took the pants off his leg.

By the time he had them off, Shawn was already pushing his shorts down, his hard cock clearly sticking out. There was no hesitations, no feeling of shame or being inadequate, as he quickly stood up, fully naked. Travis glanced up, gave a low wolf type whistle, that made Shawn grin even wider. It was so nice, to be admired, to be worthy, he thought, as he clambered under the top sleeping bag. His eyes focused on Travis’ almost nude body.

His eyes bulged as he saw his cock spring out, saw the full balls dangling below. He whistled too, feeling totally amazed at how huge the cock looked, how perfect it was. His forehead was warm, as beads of sweat formed as Travis walked over. He stood there, letting Shawn stare at his hard cock, then he knelt down, and grasped Shawn’s face between his hands, and moved his own forward.

The touch of his lips against his mouth made Shawn moan. It was like suddenly he was on fire, as if a match had been struck to him. He felt the tongue digging at his lips, parting them to dive in, to taste him. He kissed back, and reached up to run his own hands across the firm belly, the hard stomach. Each touch making him tremble inside, with excitement.

His body became hot, or at least felt like it was in the middle of some blast furnace. Sweat was dripping as he felt Travis kiss his chin, lick at his burning flesh under the chin, then down his throat. He felt his head tilt back, felt his legs stretch out, as Travis now laid down beside him. Part of his whole body leaning onto Shawn’s.

His body shook, as Travis licked down his chest, then across to one nipple, then he felt his arm lifted up, to feel Travis’ tongue lick upwards across his flesh, then under his arm. It tickled and yet it also made him quiver. He moaned, as his legs grew taut, and his cock was suddenly being pressed down by Travis’ body.

Every part of him ached, and yet felt so aroused, so alive that it made his heart pound. He could feel the blood, as his pulse raced, as his lungs grew tight as his chest heaved with the thrill. The rush of adrenalin was unreal, not something he had ever felt with another man before.

To think his brother Cody could have had this, anytime, only made him moan more. He was finally better at something than big shot Cody, as his mind became overwhelmed by the rolling waves of pleasure that were flowing inside. Every nerve tingled as Travis touched him all over. He felt his lips kiss him, felt his teeth nibble at some of his flesh, the hands moving all over, running over his coiled muscles. His nerves were shrieking, his lungs threatening to explode, when he felt the sudden harsh pain deep inside.

He hadn’t even realized that his legs were up in the air, that his whole body was exposed in a way that could only be for what he now felt. His legs ached, as he opened his eyes, to see Travis looming over him. The eyes were like lasers, the way they flashed at him. The face was constricted as he groaned, feeling that first hard penetration rolling through his whole body.

His breathing was hard, rapid, as his pulse quickened even more. The hard pain grew more intense as the hard cock wedged between his cheeks pushed aside the protesting inner muscles. His entire butt felt like it was on fire, as he squirmed, feeling the fullness grow inside of him. His rectum felt like it was being split into two, as if a giant wedge had been shoved between his cheeks, spreading him wider than possible.

He cried out, as Travis pushed in, and slowly began to pull back, then push in. Shawn was in pain, and yet not. His body was quivering, protesting but for more. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, as the pain finally began to dissipate, to turn to pure pleasure. He bit his lower lip, twisted his head to stare down his scrunched up belly, to see the pounding as Travis’ hips crashed down onto his stomach. He felt himself lean back, felt the numbness in his legs, as Travis held him tightly around the ankles.

His fingers were wrapped around both ankles, pushing his legs backwards, to where he could see his own toes. His eyes blinked, as Travis continued to plough into him, then pull almost out, then drive in harder and harder with each thrust. He felt it, felt each muscle being ripped apart, as the huge cock pounded him. Shawn could taste his own blood, from biting too hard on his lower lip, but he couldn’t care less. He could hear a voice begging for more, urging it to be hard, to drive it all in, and he knew it was his voice.

The drops of sweat the hit his chest were from Travis. They added to the flowing river that trickled down his heaving chest, until he heard the cry. His eyes opened quickly, the exploding lights against black replaced by the constricted sweating face of Travis. The cry was repeated, and suddenly Shawn felt very empty inside. The hard cock was out, but as he focussed, he looked down, to see Travis holding the cock.

His hands no longer held his ankles, and his stomach was heaving, as he saw the cock over it, saw it being stroked by one hand, the other hand placed near his upper arm, as Travis was leaning forward.

His eyes almost left their socket as the blurred cock suddenly changed color. Shawn saw the head widen, saw it thicken, then saw the white liquid come boiling out from its centre. Then he felt the hot stinging splash up near his chin and upper chest. Then a shot reached up, splashing just by his lower lip. He heard himself groan, as more of the white came flooding out, striking him all over his belly.

It was like being burnt by the end of a cigarette or something. Yet as soon as it hit, as soon as the burning sensation grew, it stopped. His body was shaking, as Travis collapsed on top of him. It felt like their two bodies suddenly were melting. The warmth made him shiver, made him quake, as he felt the cock rubbing across his thigh. His chest was still aching, as he heard the hard panting breathing come from Travis’ prone body.

He looked over at Travis, saw his eyes flicker and open, and the wide grin appeared over his face. He moved up and gave him a small kiss on the lip, then rolled over onto his back. Shawn could see his chest rising and falling, as he slowly began to regain control. At last his breathing wasn’t so hard, so shallow as he propped himself up on his elbow.

‘Fuck, I am glad I brought two boxes.’

Shawn grinned, as Travis handed him a package, and then looked down at the hard cock sticking up from Shawn’s groin.

‘I hope that’s enough’ he said as he watched Shawn rip open the package.

‘I brought a box with me too.’ he replied, grinning.

Jimmy’s Treat

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Jimmy had been on the streets for over 5 years now, and tonight was his 19^th birthday. Normally he didn’t celebrate those dates, preferring to treat it like any other day. His reasons for living his way were long forgotten now, or so he had thought, until the new kid had shown up.

He liked to keep his life simple. Trouble wasn’t anything he looked for, but when forced to, he could manage okay. Jimmy had long straggly hair, usually unwashed and unkempt. Not easy to always grab a shower, and in some ways, it helped him attract customers. Turning tricks was easy for him, he liked the sex and the money wasn’t all that bad. Least it gave him food, and unlike the others on the street, drugs and booze weren’t a priority. For him, a nice clean hotel room with a hot meal in his belly was more to his liking than some high or buzz.

Besides, being drunk or stoned wasn’t what he called smart, for his line of work. Too easy to get ripped off, or taken advantage of, and he had enough of that shit a long time ago. Besides, it didn’t help his looks, and that was all he had to survive on, that and his wit. He liked to think he had street smarts, and a few brain cells.

He wasn’t typical, so some of those around him thought, but he never cared what other’s thought. Jimmy did his own thing, and keep trim, healthy, was one of them. Besides, it always got him a few extra bucks from the older tricks. They liked their meat young, but not a rack of bones either, and while they could handle a bit of dirt, filth was not a turn on for most.

Sores and needle marks, stench of booze, just didn’t add up to a decent payoff. He might not be his proper weight, but at least you couldn’t see his ribs sticking out of his sides. His hair might be dirty, but it was long and when clean, had a sort of nice blond sheen that got people’s eyes staring. The long face, long nose and deep set eyes that seemed to have a sparkle all the time helped. The way his eyelashes were long, and fluttered on command, gave him a sort of boyish innocence that turned quite a few of the older geezers on.

His thin lips, pale pink color were another feature that got him business, and kissing wasn’t something he objected to. Naturally the big turn on was his long legs, and the always tented bulge in his crotch. The tight jeans he wore when trolling for customers were special, which he kept only for those nights. When he took time off, which he did often, he made sure to keep them off. They helped sell, and it added to his survival. Jimmy was all about that, which is why when the new kid showed up on the corner, he took notice.

Sully was his name, and at first glance he looked hot. Looked too young to be on the street, but it turned out he was actually 18, though you’d swear he looked younger. That alone guaranteed him a few good nights, and rotten one’s for him and the other regulars. The rest of the gang, weren’t pleased with his sudden appearance, and proceeded to welcome him, the way only they could.

Normally he’d stay out of it, not wanting to get into it, but this time, he didn’t. He couldn’t explain why, other than there was something about Sully that struck a nerve, that awaken hidden or repressed memories. Instead of just watching the others, he had stepped in, taking Sully out of their reach, and just steered him away, leaving his own post, knowing it would be claimed by one of the others.

He didn’t care too much, as he had a pretty good week, and besides, he had been toying with the idea of not working tonight anyhow. It was his birthday, and taking Sully away, well it sort of made it feel like a birthday. A feeling he really hadn’t had much, before.

Walking with him, Jimmy realized that Sully was a real rookie. It was like he had just walked off a farm or something, stepping into the big city life without even realizing it. He was a runaway, though at his age it would be kind of hard to call him that. Sully simply had enough, and left home to show up here.

Unfortunately he used all his cash to get here, and you could tell. His hair was still clean, his clothes only showing signs of being worn for a long time, and he didn’t smell. Another sign of him being a rookie. Not too many had such clean clothes, without holes or frayed edges.

Sully filled his clothes nicely too. You could see he had some muscles, the way his legs filled the jeans. He had a nice looking basket, but no way to tell if he was hard or not. His chest filled the shirt out, as did his arms. He had full black hair that hung just over his ears, and the eyes were sort of sad looking. Nice features to match, which would definitely get the old crown drooling. They liked guys with sad eyes, made them seem vulnerable.

Jimmy had no idea why, but he had Sully come with him, and even bought him a burger. The look and words of gratitude were making him feel uncomfortable, and yet it did give him a nice feeling. Maybe he was becoming a sap in his ‘old’ age, but when Sully offered to repay his kindness, he actually agreed.

Going back to his hotel room, he was surprised at his quick acceptance of the offer. It wasn’t like he was horny, though he was beginning to feel that way. Sully was good looking, but as he had said, no virgin. Well not in sex, but in selling it, he sure was. Yet Jimmy felt an attraction to him, almost brotherly, which only seemed to excite him.

It was out of character for him, yet in some ways it felt right. His plan had been to maybe do one quickie tonight, then head back after some food, and just soak in the tub for hours. To soak the grime and the street off, and now here he was, staring down at the pink naked body of a rookie, feeling like a love sick teenager. He hadn’t felt this way since before he had left home, course it was because of his lovesick feeling that got him into trouble in the first place. At that age, who knew how to control one’s emotions, one’s hormones?

Still, to be here now, sharing his own special day, by having sex with someone like Sully, was odd for him. He never had felt the need before, yet tonight he did. The offer he accepted gave him a twinge of guilt, but Sully had put his mind at ease, saying he wanted to do it.

He stood there, the towel wrapped around his middle as he looked down at Sully, stretched out naked on the bed. He had milky cream skin, and there were some healing marks around his flanks, a small discoloration around the cheek under one eye, from an obvious black eye. Yet as he lay there, looking up at him, the smile was unbelievable. He looked like such an innocent, and being freshly bathed, he looked so damn desirable, that the towel was well tented.

Sully wasn’t bashful, and when Jimmy had told him he could clean up first, the 18 year old had quickly turfed his clothes, before heading into the bathroom. His dick wasn’t exactly hard, but even limp it showed a lot of promise, that got Jimmy aroused. He had followed after, and the quick shower and towelling off had been a record for Jimmy. Something about wanting to get out there, to be with Sully had aroused him in ways he had long stopped feeling.

The way Sully looked at him, how his eyes would slowly travel down Jimmy’s own naked frame, to fix on his crotch, then to slowly move back up, towards his face, was exciting. It made him shiver a bit, tremble even, as he stood there, letting Sully gaze at him. The little grin on Sully’s face was just right, to make him want Sully even more. He had seen lots of new kids, lots of grins, but this seemed so different, so unusual, Jimmy couldn’t help himself. He was falling for the dark haired boy.

Standing there, he saw how Sully’s cock waved in the air, how it stood so tall, looked so erect. The pink balls that were peeking up from between the white fleshy thighs, all made him tingle inside. His heart was already racing, another strange occurrence. Rarely did he get so emotional about sex, even with a good looking person.

Sully spread his legs apart, just a bit, and Jimmy felt himself holding his breath. His lungs ached, as he stared down at the full balls, at the small little hairs dotting the scrotum, the tiny tufts of hair curling around the inner part of the thighs. How they started off so dark, yet faded to almost disappear above the creamy skin. He also saw the muscles quiver, which only made him reach down, to rub his own aroused crotch.

‘Turn over’ he said, as he licked his lips, knowing what he was going to do, knowing he never did it with tricks, and rarely did it with the few ‘friends’ that he had sex with. Yet Sully was different, he seemed to be the ideal type and as he rolled over, and spread his legs further apart, Jimmy took his towel off, dropping it to the floor.

He stared at the firm buttocks, at the tiny hairs curled around the top of the cheeks, the way the flesh seemed to shake a little. It all added up to an amazing image, one that made him start to sweat. His forehead had small beads of perspiration forming, as he moved forward slowly, watching the naked body loom larger before him.

Sully had his arms to his side, his head tilted to one side. The hair was a bit messy, but the way some of the dark locks curled around the ear lobe, only made him look even more innocent. He was breathing, short shallow gasps, as the excitement seemed to be building between them. It was unreal, as he put his knee on the bed, hearing it squeak as it took his weight. He saw the hairs on the back of Sully’s legs stick up, like they had just been shocked.

His eyes watered as he looked down directly at the firm buttocks. The way the cheeks looked like half melons, firm and fleshy, only made his mouth feel drier. He heard the breathing being controlled, saw the muscles along the back of the legs tighten, as he moved himself in closer, both knees on the bed, resting between Sully’s spread legs.

The hands were stretched out now, as he moved in closer. His knees touched the inside of Sully’s legs. Jimmy felt the shudder, felt the electricity passing between them. His own body was trembling, as their skin touched, and he held himself steady, letting the full effect of the first touch race up and down both of them.

Gradually he let his body extend outwards. He held himself up, his legs dangling out over the edge of the bed. His face was hovering over the firm cheeks, as he bent forward, letting his lips touch the young boy’s back, just above his cheeks. Jimmy could smell his scent, and as his lips brushed lightly up against the warm body, he felt the tremors racing up and down the spine. He hard Sully whimper, as he lightly kissed him, then he began to move his body up, gradually letting his body rest on top of Sully’s. His tongue licked at the lower part of Sully’s spine, then he began to move up the back, his tongue licking at the flesh, tasting its saltiness, feeling the ridges of the spine, until he came to the back of the neck. He kissed it, pressing firmly. Most of his body rested on Sully’s and he could feel the tremors. Each one growing, rippling up and down the frame. He could feel Sully shake, as he kissed him on the side, just under and behind his ear lobe. Then he licked at the underside of the ear lobe, feeling the small peach fuzz on the tip of his tongue.

Sully was moaning, his legs spread apart even further, as Jimmy nibbled lightly on the bottom of the ear lobe, then suddenly he let his tongue reach up and dart into the ear lobe. He let it swirl around the canals of the ear, then dig in a bit, tasting him. Sully shook hard, and his small whimpers turned into groans of pleasure. His hands hit the bed lightly, grabbing at the sheets.

Jimmy let his tongue lick his ear a bit longer, then he pulled it back out. He kissed the ear lobe, bit it lightly and pulled it with his teeth. Sully groaned again. Then he moved back, kissing and licking at him all across his back. He ran his tongue down from under the head, straight down his spine.

Sully moaned now, as Jimmy was licking at the base of his spine, at the top of the valley between the cheeks. Jimmy moved his hands to rest on either side of the cheeks. He rubbed them lightly, until he had spread his fingers apart, the tips resting inside, between the two orbs of flesh. He felt the warmth, as he let his fingers slowly dig into the hot flesh, then ever so slowly, he began to pry open the pair of cheeks.

He sighed, breathing in Sully’s scent, as he leaned forward, kissing his lower back, then he let his tongue flick out, licking at the skin just where the spine joined his buttocks. Sully moaned.

Jimmy let his tongue run down the valley. The tip curled tight, as he stroked the insides of the skin, feeling and tasting it as he continued to move down, until his tongue felt the depression, the warm hot pink hole itself. He let the tongue skirt around the hole, let it tease the hole, that puckered and unpuckered, while he licked, pressing a bit harder around the edge.

Sully was moaning, crying ‘oh yeah’ as he let his tongue flick out, tasting the centre of the puckered hole. He spit as he withdrew his tongue, the sound echoed over the soft moaning from Sully. His own body was fully aroused, as he flicked his tongue back out. He tasted his spit, as he drove his tongue forward, at the same time pulling the cheeks back even more.

He buried his face hard into the space between the cheeks. His nose was pressing hard into the flesh, as his tongue drove deep inside. The small pink hole had surrendered entry, and he was licked hard inside, tasting him, making him squirm as he twisted his tongue around. His hands held the cheeks apart, pulling them even further apart, as he filled Sully’s hole with his tongue. Licking and probing, he felt the young man squirm, felt his own cock growing harder and harder, as he licked harder and harder.

His heart was racing, the pounding thunder drowning out the loud moans from Sully. His body shook, as he quickly pulled his head back, then drove two of his fingers hard and straight into the wet hole. He heard the grunt, heard the escape of air, as he twisted his fingers around, then quickly move them in and out several times. He fingered him for several seconds, then added a third finger. Sully moaned, his body twisting under his fingers. Jimmy moved them fast, digging and twisting.

He pulled them out, diving forward, wedging his face back inside. His tongue was already digging in, twisting and licking at the velvet insides. He could feel the muscles inside, feel them push up against his tongue, then fall back. He could feel the nerves tingling, feel the body shaking as he licked hard and deep. He could taste him, and it made his own body quiver.

Sully’s body was twisted, as he reached back with both hands, grabbing at the top of Jimmy’s hands, then reaching for his own cheeks. His hands dug in and pulled, spreading his buttocks open even more. He was moaning, as Jimmy continued to dive in deeper, to force his tongue further inside. He would stop every few seconds, to drive a finger in, then pull it out and press his tongue back inside.

Back and forth he went, between his tongue and using his fingers. Sometimes he would use two or three fingers, other times one, but each time he penetrated the hot wet hole, Sully would cry out. Jimmy was sweating as he had three fingers working and twisting deep inside, his knuckles pressing up against the pink hole, stretching it even more. He felt his own body shaking, and he pulled his fingers away. His hand went down between the cheeks, to reach up and under, to stroke Sully’s hard throbbing cock, then after two or three hard pulls, he moved his hand away, letting it reach under his own body, to grab hold of his pulsing cock.

Jimmy pressed his face back between the cheeks. His tongue darted back into the opening, while his hand grabbed hold of his hard cock. It began to stroke it furiously, while his tongue moved in and out just as quickly. He felt his body aching, felt his heart pounding as more and more of his blood began rushing towards his cock.

His balls slung up, aching as they slapped up against his cock root. His whole body was dripping from sweat, tiny drops falling heedlessly onto Sully’s cheeks. His long hair soaked and falling across the cheeks. The strands of hair dragging slowly across the cheeks only made Sully moan louder, made him squirm more.

His body was shaking too, as he licked hard and fast. His hand was a blur, as he couldn’t hold back any longer. Crying out, he lifted his head up, and shuffled forward while still stroking his cock. The sound of his hand moving along the hot pole filled the room, followed by his sudden cry. His balls exploded, the cum came flying out between his fingers.

Jimmy felt his body shake, felt the orgasm begin, as his cock shot its first stream outwards. Hot blobs of his cum splattered up near the shoulders, then further down. The second stream was already flowing out when he heard Sully moan. The body beneath him began to buck, as it felt the hot splashes of cum strike.

Sully’s voice was hoarse, as he lay there, shaking to each drop. The body flinching as Jimmy poured his cum out. Shot after shot striking all across the back, and then the top of the quaking cheeks. He saw the splashes, between clenched eyes, seeing the skin flinch. His whole body was one giant quiver, as he unloaded a day’s worth of cum over the creamy white flesh.

He was exhausted, as the last of his cum dribbled out, oozing between his fingers to roll down the hand. He fell off to one side, panting as his body continued to tremble. The orgasm inside continuing to roll up and down his body. He could barely feel his legs, or his arms, but he could feel the tremors inside, the way they held his body and shook it. Like someone shaking a doll.

His own hard breathing made his lungs ache, as he lay there, one arm draped over Sully’s still shaking body. He could hear him gasping for air, as he too tried to slow his pulse, to regain his composure. He felt Sully turn and twist, and then as he let his eyes open again, he saw Sully staring across at him. His face was just above his, as he watched him move in closer. He could smell his breath, then he felt the lips lightly brush his, kissing him while a hand now lay over his stomach.

The hand pressed lightly over his belly, as they kissed. Sully pulled back, his eyes searching Jimmy’s, his face glowing as he shuffled his body in closer, to where he was touching all over. The warmth of their bodies held them, as Sully let his finger trace a small pattern around Jimmy’s belly button.

‘Happy Birthday’ he whispered, as he leaned forward again, kissing him fully on the mouth. His body resting on top, his hard cock pressing hard into Jimmy’s upper thigh. Jimmy just sighed, enjoying the moment, enjoying the affection that seemed to cloak his entire body.