Lonely Boy

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The holidays always sucked for Kelly, it was depressing really. It reminded him too much of how alone he felt, despite the fact that he had a full address book of names. Some were casual lays, others were dear friends, who he could always count on, no matter what. Yet at this time of year he always felt blue, left out.

Many of his closer friends were off shopping for family, or rushing to get ready for journey’s home, while he sat in his studio apartment alone. His holidays were already set in stone, or so it seemed. While some would journey to the local night spots, he opted to stay away.

Besides, most of the bars were rather dead. They only helped remind him of what he was missing out on. It wasn’t like he couldn’t go home, but those times when he had were nightmares he’d rather not repeat. The ‘family’ just weren’t gay friendly and it always took him longer to get back into the groove than if he just stayed away.

He wasn’t old, but he felt ancient at times like this. Kelly was just 25, had short dark hair and was fairly well built for a short guy. Standing just about 3 inches under six foot, weighing in at about 140 wasn’t bad, all things considered. As a kid he was a lot heavier and as a twink he was a damn site skinnier. For now he thought he was at the ideal weight and look.

Still it didn’t fill his evenings with Mister Right, which is what he truly wanted. Not to just have mindless sex either. He had plenty of that as a twink, and even now if he wished, but he didn’t. Call him a romantic, but he wanted to sit with a person, curl up in their arms and be held. It wasn’t always about the sex, though he kind of wanted that too, though his type of sex. Not some vanilla crap either, or too extreme.

For him, he liked to have his butt worked, but not always with a stiff dick. To have someone who would worship his ass, to kiss it and play with it was something he dreamed of constantly. Despite his vast experience with others, there weren’t many who could handle his special needs.

To most, his cute little ass was best for ploughing with their dick, not for tender love making. A few had tried, most had failed horribly. They never seemed to want to make it last, or to make it anything but a passing stop on the way to intercourse. While he loved a good dick up the ass, he also wished some would do much more.

The rumble in his stomach reminded him that it was time to head off for dinner. For a second he thought about foregoing his Thanksgiving ritual of eating down the street at Mike’s Diner, but then he would regret not seeing Tyler. Least his little routine gave him some food for dreaming, as well as nourishment for his tummy.

Hell, one day he might break down and actually ask Tyler out, for a drink or something. The guy was Kelly’s perfect ideal of a man. To begin with, Tyler was taller, but a bit thinner. He always wore his hair cut in a shag style, that was also frosted at tips and streaked too. It was unusual and yet not. It suited Tyler’s build and face.

Unlike Kelly, who had a button nose, Tyler had a rather thin more Roman styled nose. His lips were thinner than Kelly’s but redder in color. His hair was mostly a dirty blond, though Kelly wondered if the light streaks of golden blond weren’t the real color. Be fun to find out, as Tyler always seemed to have a nice basket showing when Kelly would walk in to Mike’s.

Tyler had a nice caboose too. The way it would fill his jeans, and hold its form as he walked always gave Kelly a bit of a rush. He really would like to dig between those mounds of flesh, to taste the hot flesh between the cheeks. He bet it would be slightly salty, and every so tasty, but he just never had the nerve to ask him out.

Without even realizing it, Kelly was at Mike’s Diner. He looked in through the steamed windows to see a few tables occupied but otherwise rather empty. Typical he thought, as it was Thanksgiving and only losers like him were eating out at Mike’s. Walking in, he felt the blast of heat and the smells of grease assail his nostrils. Even if it was for losers, he rather felt comfortable. Least here no one would be asking if he had grown out of his ‘queer phase’ yet like his Mother always did.

His brother was worse, but it was the look of disdain he would get from his Father that would seal the whole visit. The way he would sneer, saying that one day Kelly would see the error of his ways, and return to GOD’s chosen path. The condescending attitude with the odd bible phrase thrown in would only encourage the others. At Mike’s he didn’t have to deal with that kind of shit.

He took his seat, and looked around. The few others in the place were already finishing. Most were on their coffee already which was odd. It wasn’t that late as he turned to look for Tyler. The counter looked cleaned, as it usually looked just before closing. Hell some of the chairs were already up on the centre tables which seemed odd.

Kelly looked at his watch, when he felt Tyler’s presence. Glancing up, he immediately felt his body stiffen, and his jaw must of opened as Tyler swung his body inwards, sitting down across from Kelly.

‘Guess you didn’t hear huh?’

‘Hear what?’

‘Mike’s closing, for the holidays.’

Typical he thought. Just one more night of being totally alone. He hated this feeling, wishing that maybe he had taken up Sharon’s offer to join her and her lover for dinner. While it had been tempting, the idea of sitting and watching those two make eyes at each other was just too much to handle on a holiday. It reminded him, too much, of what he was missing, and wanting for himself.

‘Shit, no I didn’t. The grill still on?’

‘For a bit, you want Turkey or anything special, it’ll have to be take out.’

‘Okay, guess Turkey to go, with the works.’

Truth was, he felt like just leaving but then he didn’t have much in his fridge, and the growling of his stomach insisted on him getting something, even if he only pecked at it.

‘Cool, uh you live close?’

‘Around the block, why?’

‘I am off, wanna maybe share dinner? I didn’t get any supper, worked the morning shift as well.’

‘Uh, sure, I mean if you want.’

‘Great, won’t be long. I’ll just go cash out, place the order and we can head off, you sure you don’t mind?’

‘No, no fine.’

He watched as Tyler stood back up. The way he looked down at him, smiling, only made the ache in his groin grow. It was like something out of his dreams, or out of some romance novel. To have Tyler actually coming to his place, gave his imagination a lot to think about.

He tried to not let his imagination take flight, but it was friggin hard. Specially the walk back to his place once the food was all ready. The closeness, the way he could just breath in, smelling not just the aroma of the food, but Tyler as well, wasn’t helping any. Kelly felt nervous, but as he passed the bag of food to Tyler, while fumbling for his apartment keys, he realized that the place was a mess.

Christ he hoped he hadn’t left out anything incriminating, like his magazines, or worse, his bright pink butt plug. The idea of Tyler seeing that made him both giddy as well as petrified. Opening the door, he walked in, standing slightly aside to let Tyler in. As he did, he noticed over on the coffee table, the pink butt plug. His face fell as Tyler walked in, his stare right at the coffee table.

He stared at the table, then glanced around the room, while taking off his jacket. He walked over to the table with the bag of food, and turned to Kelly.

‘I got the blue one, looks nicer on the dresser’

Kelly couldn’t believe it, as he just stood there, his jaw hanging open. The grin on Tyler’s face was amazing, as it seemed to just light up his whole face, making him look younger than he normally looked. He guessed 23 or so, but wasn’t sure. As he had turned, there was no mistaking that bulge either, and Kelly found his eyes gravitating down towards Tyler’s crotch.

‘I uh, sorry, I don’t normally leave it out, I uh, I wasn’t expecting company.’

Tyler put the food down on the coffee table as he picked up the dildo , and tested its weight.

‘Oh? You wear it that often, can kind of stretch the old muscles if you keep it in too long’

Kelly couldn’t help but give a nervous giggle. To think of him wearing it all the time was crazy, but he also wouldn’t mind having Tyler playing with it while he did. His eyes moved up from the hard lump in Tyler’s pants to stare up at his face. The eyes seemed to be sparkling, as he kept glancing at the butt plug, then over at Kelly. It was like he was trying to see how it would fit, through Kelly’s clothes.

‘Uh, no, I just uh, well uh… oh hell, when I am in the mood for jerking off, I kind of, well you know.’

Tyler just smiled as he threw the butt plug up in the air, and caught it in his one hand, while his other hand was rubbing his front. He licked his lips, as he turned from looking at the butt plug and Kelly, to the large brown bag of food.

‘We can always reheat it you know.’

Kelly just looked at Tyler, blinking rather fast as he couldn’t really believe Tyler was saying what he was saying. It was more than what he had dreamed about, let alone thought possible. He didn’t know what to say, but he did feel his pants tenting even more, as he just stood there, feeling very warm and very horny.

Tyler bent over, putting the butt plug on the table, then picked up the bag of food and walked over to the small kitchen area. His hips swayed a bit as he walked, which drew Kelly’s eyes towards his butt. He couldn’t help but stare at those perfect orbs, wondering how the pink butt plug would look between those two cheeks.

He was so absorbed by his fantasy, he didn’t see Tyler drop the bag on the counter, and turn to face him. All he noticed was that suddenly he was staring at the crotch, not the firm butt cheeks. He looked up to see Tyler staring at him, his eyes boring in on Kelly’s own crotch, and there was something else in the look. It was almost as if there was a growing cloud in them, one like a gathering storm over a clear blue sky. He looked at them, feeling like he was peering into a coming thunder storm.

Turning away, he watched how Tyler seemed to take charge of everything, The way he just seem to dominate the room, as he walked slowly back towards Kelly, his eyes fixed on Kelly’s face. The way he crossed one leg over in front of the other, which made the hips push out one way then the other. It was all like watching a movie, where the seductress approaches the helpless male. It was how he was feeling when he realized Tyler was now in front of him, within easy touching reach.

Tyler looked down at Kelly, and yet Kelly didn’t feel scared or frightened. He looked up, watching as Tyler removed his shirt, and let it drop to the floor. Then just as quickly he unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. As he did, he bent over, keeping his face looking at Kelly’s face.

The shoes were kicked off, and then the pants stepped out of. He stood back up, the obvious bulge in his shorts showing his excitement. Kelly licked his lips, as he quickly shucked his shirt off, throwing it behind him, and then he kicked off his runners, while fumbling with his belt and pants.

The grin on Tyler’s face grew wider as he reached forward, to unbuckle the belt, and the button. Then he let Kelly continue to unzip and push his own jeans down, while he pushed his shorts down his long legs. The spring of the cock that came free startled him for a second, then held his attention as he quickly pushed his pants and underwear down in one motion. His own cock was fully aroused as it came free, awaiting Tyler’s examination.

He felt a bit uneasy, wondering if he would measure up, as he stared at the long thick cock jutting straight out from a bushy brush of blond pubic hairs.

Kelly felt Tyler staring at his cock, but didn’t look up. He was too amazed at the sight of the other’s cock. He could see the vein underneath, at how it seemed to pulse as the blood flowed through it. The head was thick and angry looking, mottled in purple but the shaft was nearly white just under the head, more pink or skin tone halfway down and all the way back to the pubic hairs.

He felt the hand on his shoulders, and finally looked up. As his chin lifted, he felt Tyler’s breath on his face, then saw the looming face growing closer. The sudden touch of the young man’s lips on his made him tremble. His whole body shook, as he found his own hands reaching out, to hold onto Tyler’s hips.

The touch of his fingers on the warm flesh added to the rolling tremors inside, as he felt Tyler’s own excitement passing thru his finger tips. He held on tight, increasing his grip, as he felt their two bodies come closer, touching. The hard cock in front brushed past his inner thigh, and he felt the wetness of precum helping to glide it past. His own cock dug into the thigh, before it too passed between the legs.

He felt his lips being pressed, felt the wet raspy edge of Tyler’s tongue digging at the space between his lips, prying his mouth open. He gulped as his jaw opened, and the long tongue came darting inside. He felt it lick at the roof of his mouth, then twirl and dart at his own tongue, that fought back. It was like duelling flat broad swords, as they kissed hard, and all the time he felt himself being guided backwards, towards the chesterfield.

Kelly banged against the coffee table edge, then the back of his legs hit the chesterfield hard. He felt the sting, but ignored it as he held onto the quivering hips between his fingers. His mouth was split open wide, as Tyler’s tongue licked the very back of the mouth, then the inside of his cheeks, before leaving. The lips pressed hard on his, then he felt the kiss on the bridge of his nose, then over his eyes, as the man’s hands moved up and down his body. Kelly felt himself shaking, as the hands moved down his chest, then over to tweak a nipple, then back down his side.

Slowly he felt himself lowered onto the chesterfield, with Tyler moving to more or less stand on the couch, leaning forward. His hands continued to explore his body, as he felt his breath quicken. Then he was slowly being turned over, to lay out on the chesterfield. One leg was draped off the couch, the other pressed up against the back of the chesterfield.

Tyler leaned on him, and pulled his hair off to one side, as he kissed the side of Kelly’s face. Then he licked at his ear, biting his ear lobe for a second or two, before licking inside. He let his tongue follow the natural curves of the inner ear lobe, until it’s edge was licking at the very entry to the ear. He shuddered, as he lay there, enjoying the tongue licking, feeling it slide down his cheek, then onto his shoulder.

Soft kisses were placed on each shoulder, then under his hair, at the very back where the neck joined the head. Then Tyler licked down, all the way down his spine. His whole body convulsed in rolling tremors, as the tongue moved up and down his spine. It stopped at the where his spine joined his buttocks.

Tyler suddenly stopped, and just ran a finger lightly over his spine. The tip of the finger barely touching his skin, all the way from his neck, down towards his buttocks. He felt his muscles tense, felt the nerves tingling, as back and forth the finger moved, and then at the last downward stroke, it stopped at the opening to his valley.

He felt his cheeks clench, as he held his breath. The finger pressed onto the small of his back, then slowly it pushed past the opening of the valley between his cheeks. It moved slowly down, the tip resting firmly on his inner flesh. His buttocks quivered, as finally the finger moved down towards his pink hole.

Kelly moaned, as he felt the finger circle his opening, teasing him with its closeness. He felt the trembling in Tyler’s own body too, as the finger moved around and around his hole, then depart to trace further down, towards where his cock joined his torso.

There was a bit of movement behind him, then he felt the hands reaching up and around his cheeks. He wanted to turn and lean back, to watch, but he couldn’t. His face was more or less, pushed into the arm of the chesterfield, as he felt his cheeks being pried open. The tips of each finger were placed on the inside of his butt cheeks, slowly pressing inwards, until they were digging hard into the soft flesh. Then he felt them pull the cheeks apart, heard a soft sigh escape Tyler’s lips.

The tongue was suddenly licking at his crotch, where his cock root was. He groaned, as he felt it dig into his flesh, then slowly pull upwards, entering his valley, tasting his flesh. He moaned a bit more, his hands balled up into fists, as the tongue moved up and now circled his hole.

Just as the finger had done, the tongue teased his hole, moving around and around it. At times the tip would move across the hole, the tip just grazing the centre, just barely touching the puckered hole. It made his head swim, his eyes close even tighter and his moans more intense. His body felt like it was on fire, as the tongue continued to swirl around, then suddenly, when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, the tongue pushed forwards.

The hard tongue was pursed into a wedge shaped dart. It pushed at his puckered hole, pushed past the sinew muscle, and he cried out. It drove hard inside of his hole, licking at him, tasting him. He heard Tyler groan, heard his breath being sucked in, as his whole insides seemed to just explode.

His chest ached, as he felt the tongue licking at his insides, felt it move in and out, moistening further his velvet lining. He felt his legs tremble, felt them quiver as the raging tremors found every single nerve he had. It was like a raging flood of lava, the hot wet feeling inside. It made his stomach ache, his throat become parched, as the tongue wiggled and pushed further inside. The hands continued to pull his cheeks apart, continued to try and split him in two, as the nose dug hard into his valley.

Tyler pulled back, then took one hand, to work two of his fingers into the suddenly empty hole. He drove them in hard, twisting them as he did. Kelly cried out, moaning constantly as his hands hit the couch, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. He kept pushing them in and pulling them out, then he added a third finger, and drove all three in hard and fast. He pumped Kelly’s ass hard, twisting his hand all the way around, making Kelly cry out, making him moan louder with each loving thrust.

He kept at it for several minutes, then he pulled out, and Kelly felt the press of his pink butt plug between his cheeks. He reached back with his hands, to help open his cheeks wider. He was breathing hard, as he felt the tapered tip press up against his hole, then slowly twist around as Tyler began to press it inwards. He grunted, as the plug was pushed all the way inside of him, stretching his insides beyond what he thought he could handle. He cried out, sweat poured from his brow, as he held his cheeks apart. His own fingers digging hard into his flesh, as the flat base of the butt plug pressed up inside. Kelly felt the fullness, biting his lower lip as Tyler slapped one cheek, then another, before twisting the butt plug a few more times. He jerked it out a bit, then pushed it in, out, then in and then suddenly it was over.

He felt Tyler push his hands away, then reach and turn his body over. The butt plug still firmly inside of him. He lay on his back, as he saw Tyler leaning up over him. He had one leg against the back of the couch, the other on the edge, both his knees helping to keep Kelly’s legs tightly pressed together.

Tyler sat on Kelly’s legs, as he reached down and began to stroke his cock. His eyes were fixed on Kelly’s face, as he bit his lower lip, while his hand moved up and down his shaft. He would bring his hand up every now and then, spit on it, then let it coat his cock, as he began to stroke himself even faster. Kelly could feel the butt plug inside, feel it as his muscles tried to push it out, unable to.

His hair was flying a bit, sweat was dripping off his forehead, onto Kelly’s belly, as he watched Tyler stroking his cock. He could see it thicken, see it growing fatter as the hand became a blur. His eyes held firmly to the blurring motion of the hand, watching the cock shake and jerk, until he saw the slit open and close, then open again. This time a thick milky substance was starting to show, and he heard Tyler cry out, as the first stream of cum came flying out at him.

It him in the chest, under one of his firm nipples. The stream making small splashes on his skin, as the second stream came out, striking him just above his groin, and onto his pubic hairs. Tyler’s groans were more like howls, as his body shook, as his hand was nothing but a blur. He was moving back and forth, his head tilted back, as his load came gushing out, spraying all over Kelly’s body.

The man towering over him began to shake, to quiver, as he watched the hand slow down, saw the last of the cum being squeezed out, to dribble down the swollen cock head, to drop harmlessly onto Kelly’s thigh.

He felt his own excitement, as Tyler collapsed on top of him. His body was sticky, and hot. His own body was still trembling, as he felt Tyler’s chest heaving on his, as the man tried to collect his breath. He could feel the press of the butt plug up into his prostate, feel it still pressing upwards, as Tyler continued to shake.

He realized that Tyler was staring at him, and he opened his own eyes, to look back. He felt his heart quiver, felt it skip a beat or two, as Tyler licked his lips, then lightly kissed Kelly on his breast.

‘That’s what I call a nice appetizer’

Kelly felt his legs clench even tighter, driving the butt plug inside a bit further. If this had been an appetizer, he couldn’t wait for the main course.

Holiday Surprise

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Bill stepped back, to stare at everything laid out on the table, as he fussed with positioning a knife here, a fork there. He was flushed as he tried to find any imperfection in the table’s layout. He smiled, realizing it was set, ready for his company and he thought about the huge turkey now roasting in the oven.

It was his first real Thanksgiving Dinner, in his new condo, and the smell coming from his little kitchen area was making his mouth water. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the smell of food that was making him salivate so much as it was that Dillon would be coming for dinner.

He had just met Dillon and already he was having him meet his friends, hence the dinner party. Staring at the table, he wondered what they would all say about his latest. It wasn’t like he was a tramp, but he did have a reputation for never sticking with any one person for longer than a month or two. Dillon might be the exception to that rule, as this would be their fourth month seeing each other.

And from how the other night had went, the sex certainly wasn’t becoming boring or stale. He rather enjoyed the time with his twink, as Nate called Dillon. Just because Bill was 26 and Dillon a mere 19 didn’t make Bill a cradle robber. He certainly wasn’t Dillon’s first, and while he was a typical horny teenager, they did other things too.

Okay, so they managed to watch other movies, not just porn, and yes, they never really did get to watch the whole movie before heading off to the bedroom, that didn’t make him shallow like Dianna intimidated. It simply meant that they enjoyed the physical aspect of their friendship a bit more than some of the more older folks did.

Truth was, his circle of friends were just jealous. They all wished they had stumbled upon someone like Dillon, who had charm as well as looks. Not his fault that he was built so perfectly, with a well defined body. Certainly not his fault that he had that blend of fine features with rugged lines that made everyone swoon when he looked at them.

Sure he had blond hair, wore it short but styled. Yes there was a streak of color that wasn’t natural, but it set off his face so nicely. The clear sparkling eyes, the small roman styled nose with thin pale pink lips were all highlighted by those tiny streaks in his hair. Carol and Debbie were just jealous that they couldn’t look as good with streaked hair. Besides, he just didn’t see Debbie in anything but her crew cut and butch look. Carol could have pulled it off, if she wasn’t such a catty bitch, or if her face didn’t seem constantly in a sneer.

Dillon wasn’t preppy either. He didn’t wear shirts with critters on the pocket. Sure some of the shirts were knitted, and yes they were all tight fitting, but why not? They helped show his well developed chest off, and the tight pants he wore certainly left little to the imagination. And around Bill, that bulge was always well defined. It was that which made Ken call him a ‘tart’. So the guy was aroused by Bill, like when did that become a crime?

Maybe he didn’t have the perfect body, and he had one or two imperfections. Still he wasn’t a dog. He might not have the most romantic eyes, or the perfect set of lips for kissing, or even the well aligned nose. It was crooked because of a few childhood altercations, like many others. Still, he wasn’t overweight, he was as tall as Dillon, and like Dillon, he was muscular. His legs were solid, not prone to flab, and his belly today was just as flat as when he was Dillon’s age. You could still bounce a quarter off it, and you couldn’t say that about Ken’s growing belly.

Just like Dillon, he enjoyed sex. His own bulge was not exactly small time either. He didn’t need to stuff socks down his pants, because when he was aroused, he held his own with those so called ‘big dick’ boys at the club. Dillon certainly wasn’t average, and maybe that it is more of what pissed Ken off, than anything. Ken was a bit challenged in that department, though he really shouldn’t be so worried about it. He was still a capable sex partner, but Ken seemed to always be making an issue of penis size.

The ring of the timer broke his thoughts, as he rushed into the kitchen to attend to another of his dishes. He could feel the stiffness in his groin too, as he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of evening it would be. His friends could be so catty at times, but he didn’t think they’d be that obvious. Least he hoped not, because in all honesty, he was more than just fond of Dillon.

While he was one of those working slaves in a big company, a nameless cog in the wheel of industry, Dillon was just beginning his journey into life. He was taking courses at the local college, while working part time in a local coffee house. It was where he had first met him, and as the saying goes, it was instant chemistry.

Stirring the mixture, he couldn’t help but remember that first time either. The way Dillon had been so open, so forthright. It was exciting and naughty, the way he had tilted his head, looking at Bill, then calmly asked if he wanted to suck him off. He had almost choked, the way Dillon seemed so casual, so matter of fact about it.

All he could manage had been a sort of emphatic nod, and a cough. The answering smile however had really surprised him. It just made Dillon look so alive, so radiant, that he felt like dropping to his knees right on the spot. Course that wouldn’t do, as they were in the coffee house, but he rather toyed with the idea.

The fact was, Dillon seemed to want it as much as Bill did. He was surprised but pleased, when Dillon told him he could come to the back with him, to find that fresh bag of coffee beans. Nifty little excuse that didn’t seem to fool the other staff member behind the counter. While he hadn’t tweaked to the meaning himself, he had felt like he was on some cloud, as he followed Dillon into the back.

He took him past the stainless steel counter, the gleaming fridges and into a dark storehouse. There were sacks of unroasted coffee beans all over the place, and Dillon merely had taken his hand and turned as he came to a sack with nothing else on it. He sat down on it, smiling up at Bill, and then laid Bill’s hand on his crotch.

It was an amazing feeling really. The way his hand felt the pulsing of the cock underneath the dark pants. The way the rooms dim lights made it all seem so forbidden, so exciting was unreal. His heat had quickened, and his surprise had immediately turned to lust as he moved his hand over the hard crotch. The way Dillon had leaned back, opening his legs just a little, to further entice Bill.

To say he didn’t waste any time in undoing the young man’s pants, and pulling out his cock would be an understatement. He had that huge cock sticking up and out in no time. His hand held it firmly at the base, as he lowered his body onto his knees, and his head over the hard pole. He could see the small precum on the tip, and licking it quickly gave Dillon a start, as well as making him smile in delight.

It didn’t take him long either, to have that entire cock in his mouth, or to feel it jerking as he held it tightly with his hand and lips, moving up and down in an increasing pace. The taste and scent of the young man mixed with the aroma of green coffee beans. The scent of burlap sacks, mixed with the heady aroma of the boy’s crotch that made Bill giddy. His head was light headed, and unbelieving, as he kneeled on the cold floor, sucking on a Dillon’s dick.

That first encounter was just sex, nothing else. He still could recall how Dillon moaned, how he threw his head back as he nibbled on the cock, at how he had taken one ball into his mouth, sucking it and licking it, before taking the other testicle into his mouth, repeating the process. He could still feel his hands twisting the strands of hair on his head, as he pulled on them, as his body grew tighter, hotter.

Every hair that seemed to stand up on his groin, as his nose would dig into the soft flesh, how it would move to his breath, all were locked into his memory now. Even as he stirred the goop in the pot, he could see those tiny hairs moving as his nose buried into the flesh. How the voice from above moaned so softly, and how he could see the rippling muscles of the stomach move, as his tongue would lick at the throbbing vein underneath the cock shaft.

Bill could still taste that pre cum, the prelude to an ejaculation he had never imagined possible. The way Dillon had held his head, had let his fingers dig into his fleshy shoulders, while he sucked and licked at his cock, was something he wouldn’t forget. The way the young man moaned, the way his legs tightened up just before he unleashed his milk into Bill’s mouth, all were etched in vivid detail on his memory.

Even now, he could smell him, feel the power in his hands as he held Bill’s head down, as his body bucked and his hips forced his groin upward, to meet Bill’s lowering face. How he crushed his groin into his face, while pressing down hard on the back of Bill’s head, all was recalled, while he stirred the rice.

The force of his ejaculation had nearly made him stagger backwards. The way his groin had crashed upwards into his face, how hard the hands pressed his head down, all combined to make it a blow job beyond any he had ever experienced before. The way the cum had suddenly been flowing, filling not just his mouth, but his throat before he could even think about swallowing, had been amazing.

Bill could still taste him, or at least recall the memory of that first taste. The sort of sweet salty taste had suddenly filled his entire mouth, and drops were dripping out from the corners of his mouth, before he swallowed the first offering. He had to remain calm, as he swallowed several times, desperate to not let any of the precious fluid escape. It tasted so good, that it made him tremble a little, eased the cramp feeling in his legs.

The heavy panting breathing was not just from Dillon, but from him as well. He held the cock in one hand, feeling it quiver, as it shot load after load into his mouth. The cries were muted, but seemed loud in the enclosed stock room. He could hear the beans shifting as Dillon squirmed on the sack, as more of his milk was emptied into Bill’s mouth.

The smell of his cum was slowly filling his nostrils, as the last drops were licked off the cock. He pulled back, but didn’t release his hold on the drained cock. He let it slowly come free of his lips, then he leaned back in, licking at the head, twisting his tongue around the swollen head, then underneath the cap. He felt Dillon tremble, felt the tremors racing up and down the young man’s body, as he licked at the underside of the cock, then at the base. He licked the balls, then back along the shaking cock.

When it was all over, and he was leaning back on his haunches, he saw the grateful look in Dillon’s eyes. The way that he stared at Bill was something he would always treasure. When finally they were no longer panting, their chests weren’t heaving from the quick tryst, Dillon pulled his pants up and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a pen and card, writing on the back. Handing it to Bill, he urged him to call him later, and then he leaned forward, pulling Bill’s face upwards, and kissed him firmly and fully on the lips.

That was the beginning of what became constant meetings, ending in wild sex. It led to more encounters, and to the point where now a night didn’t go by without the two of them meeting. Four months later, and he thought it would be safe to introduce his ‘Dillon’ to the others.

The sound of the buzzer startled him, as he wiped the palms of his hands on his pants. His first visitors had arrived, as he rushed to the phone, to buzz them in.

‘Let the games begin’ he thought as he wiped the hands again on his pants. His pants were rather tented, as he opened the door, to see Dillon standing there, a bottle of wine with a pink ribbon in one hand, a box of Condoms in the other.

‘Not early am I?’ he said, as Bill stared at the rather large box of Condoms . Glancing up, he could see the mischievous grin across Dillon’s face, and he wondered how quickly he could get everyone out of the place.

Following The Path (3)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tyler felt a strange cold chill go up his spine, as suddenly the noise of the stadium suddenly just ceased. The silence was deafening, as tens of thousands of people suddenly stopped moving, stopped speaking. It was like everyone was suddenly hold their breath, as he could hear the wind blowing across the field, even hear the flap of fabric, as the flags fluttered in the wind.

It was a strange feeling as he saw everyone standing up, many with their hands over their hearts, as the silence took hold. No one moved, not a single sound but that of the wind echoed in the huge stadium, as people stood to pay their respects to the fallen. He wanted to turn, to look at his grandfather, but he couldn’t move. He was stuck staring out at the field, at the flags fluttering, the men in uniform standing so still, so silent.

Goose bumps were all across his arms, as he could hear his heart beating. It was strange to hear now, in all that silence, even stranger to realize how he had heard it thunder so much last night, because of the man next to his grandfather.

He felt his body ache, as he wanted to turn, to look at Kelly, to see his face, but he couldn’t. He stood there, like everyone else, and all he could do was think about the stories he had heard thousands of times. How his grandfather had spoken about Harry or Ralph from the Bronx, who had his leg blown off by a cannon shell from a tank. He shivered, realizing that they weren’t just stories, but part of what the old man had actually gone through. They weren’t something to sneer at, to discount.

His 18 year old body shook, as he wondered if he could ever cope with seeing all that his grandfather had seen when his age. If he could have managed to keep going forward, when bullets and cannons were going off, all aimed at you. He felt the fear rising up in his throat, as he wondered how he would have acted if told he had to go fight, go kill some other kid simply because he wore a different uniform, came from a different country.

He jumped as the shots rang out, the volley of rifle fire made him squirm, shake as he looked down at the line of soldiers, aiming their weapons once more. He felt the terror inside, felt the bile in his throat as he recalled some of those stories from his granddad. In the flash of smoke, the bark of the rifles retort, he realized that it was life, not stories he had been hearing.

All his comments about the ROTC kids at school, all his earlier fascination with uniforms came rushing back. The way he would play with his toy soldiers, how he would play at war, when standing next to him was a man who had been to war, had not played at it. The rifles bark made him tremble, as he realized how ashamed he felt, at having to draw straws to be with the man standing like a statue next to him.

As the Bugle sounded, and noise returned to the stadium, he saw how slowly his grandfather sat back down. How old he suddenly looked, when just a minute earlier he looked like he could join up all over again. Yet, as he thought about the change, he also saw Kelly sitting back down. He too looked old suddenly, as if he too had seen and lived through the same experiences as his grandfather.

It was unnerving, as he sat down, no longer hiding his open stare at the two next to him. The similarities were unreal. The thin haggard look of his grandfather’s face, echoed across Kelly’s younger face. It too was haggard, and he could see the bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in days.

Kelly turned his face, and now their eyes met. He saw the quick flash, just before the eyes seemed to close off, to wall themselves off from him, but it was enough. In that instant, he knew, and he felt the cold run through his whole body. He knew the answers now, as he sat there, ignoring the cheers from everyone around him.

The second half was underway, as he just looked at his lover. Nothing else seemed to exist, as he saw him, almost as if for the first time really. The long nose, a slight hitch in the bridge from being broken in a football game. The little pink scar under one eye, another football related mark.

He saw the eyes flicker, saw them question him, then retreat. Tyler wanted to reach out, to touch his friend, because at last he understood all that had been going on, and it terrified him. His heart ached, as he wanted to reach out, to grab his hand, to hold it in his no matter what those around might think, or even say. He didn’t care, as he felt a tear rolling down his cheek. Blinking, he noticed his grandfather was looking at him, his eyes giving him a look of love that only made him shake more.

It was as if he knew, as he looked away, but only for a second. He turned back, to see Kelly, to stare at him and this time the eyes didn’t retreat, but held his gaze. There was no wall, no barrier, and he felt the catch in his heart. He knew what Kelly was thinking.

It gave him the willies really, as he couldn’t help but look, but keep on feeling what he was feeling. It was just like last night, as he had lain there, exhausted from his orgasm, after Kelly had licked his ass. The way his chest had heaved, the way his whole body had seemed to have exploded along with his balls. Yet it was only the prelude to what was to come. He knew that now, but then he didn’t think anything else could arouse him as much as that tongue licking deep inside of him had done. Nor the feeling he had experienced as his cock had shot its load up into Kelly’s throat right afterwards.

Yet it had.

They had lain silent, for what seemed an eternity, and then held each other for even longer. He had felt Kelly’s heart beating next to his, felt his breath on his face, as his head lay on his shoulder. It was so unreal, so damn relaxing, and yet also stimulating. Laying there he could feel it all, and sitting now, staring over at Kelly next to his grandfather, he could feel it now.

How his hand had once more ran lightly across his stomach. How his muscles inside had suddenly been switched back on, like a light switch. The way the hairs on his chest stood up, infant in size, but still visible, none the less. Not yet totally dark like his hair, but dark enough to cast a bit of a shadow along the hollow of his chest. Enough to be moved by the soft blowing breathe of someone close by.

He had glanced down, to see Kelly’s head now on his breast, the soft breath from his nostrils making his small collection of chest hairs sway and move. It had tickled and had made him move a bit, enough of a motion to get the head to tilt up and look at him. The eyes looked so pained, so sad, that for a moment he thought Kelly would cry, but instead a thin smile crossed his lips, and his head turned back downwards, to once more stare at his body. It was eerie, how Kelly was examining him once again, and he found his own hand resting lightly on Kelly’s back. It too seemed to have taken a hint from Kelly, and moved lightly over the back, feeling the ridges along his spine, feeling it shiver to his touch. The idea of Kelly being aroused by such a simple touch, made his own body awaken again, made him grow a bit warmer too.

He could feel the kisses on his belly, feel the way the lips just brushed his burning flesh. It was like he was once more burning, on fire. His whole body was again feeling like it was gradually being brought back to life. His weakness was rapidly disappearing, as Kelly continued to lightly touch him, to trace around his belly button, to run the finger just along the very ridge of his skin. Then it would travel down, to play with his pubic hairs. Each touch making him moan again. A bit hoarse this time around, but there was no mistaking that Kelly was wanting more of him, and his body was eager to oblige.

Strange, he didn’t think he had that in him, to have multiple orgasms in one night. He had had one, that he didn’t believe could ever be topped, yet as he felt the finger running gently over his groin, around the base of his cock, he thought it just might happen. It was like magic, yet he still doubted it, despite the racing emotions inside of him.

His body seemed to be out of his control. His mind didn’t even seem to care, as all it thought about was how good it all felt, how warm it was, how damn exciting it was to be touched as he was being touched. Nothing else seemed to matter, and yet deep down in his heart, he felt the fear still there. Kelly had been weird, and yet now was once more bringing him to that point, that moment of sheer pleasure he loved so much.

The hand over his body moved down his leg, making each hair stand on end. Every nerve was once more tingling as the hand moved up and down, and then finally moved back up along his side, to his face. He opened his eyes to find himself gazing directly into Kelly’s face.

His heart fluttered a bit, as he saw the face loom closer, then the light brush of his lips touched his own. His body quivered, as the hand moved down his chest, and once more held his cock. It was again hard, and getting harder.

He felt the body move off his, and as he looked at Kelly, he felt nothing but adoration for him. He couldn’t think of being without him, of not having him next to his side, dressed or not. It was a strange feeling for him, because he never really believed in love or all that mushy stuff. He believed in sex, in the feelings good hard sex gave him, but existing alone, wasn’t a fear he had. Still, being with Kelly had somehow changed all that, without him even really knowing it.

That was why he was so frightened by the changes in Kelly, by the looks he gave him, or the way he would examine him. He could feel the ache in his heart, the very spot in that pumping organ where he held his feelings for Kelly, rested. It was unsettled, anxious, yet as he felt Kelly lean up on an elbow and just stare at him, he could only revel in the moment. There seemed to be so much love in his eyes, despite the other flashes of sorrow, of sadness.

The noise of the crowd, the cheers, boos even, seemed somewhere else, as he sat there, looking at Kelly and Kelly look back at him. He felt his body ache, felt Kelly’s own body aching as well. His heart trembled, and so did Kelly’s. He felt himself becoming flushed, as he thought about that moment last night, when Kelly finally mounted him, took him on a ride he had never had before.

The simple way he had turned him over, to be on his stomach. How he had done to his back what he had done to his front. The touch of his hand, that traced every curve in his back, that felt every ridge of his spine, all made for a growing excitement that was never ending.

He had leaned against him, had ran his hand under his hair, feeling his scalp, had even bent over him and kissed the back of his neck several time. He had licked at the jaw, then let his tongue work up to his ears, where he licked around the lobe, pushing at it with the tongue.

Then he just ran a finger along the tip of it, then suddenly was nibbling on the lobe itself. He could still feel the teeth as they bit into his flesh, pulling at it, then soothing the ear with his tongue, licked at the inside as well, pushing the tongue all the way into the ear, as it had once been pushed into his rectum. He shivered then, moaned too, as the hand was caressing his back, while his tongue filled his ear cavity, and made him feel weak. His hands had moved outwards, and his legs now spread apart, as he wondered if Kelly would once more delve into his cheeks. If once more he would taste him with his tongue.

As if he had read his mind, he felt the tongue leave his ear, then over to his neck, then under the base of his head. The tongue moved down his spine, lightly pressing against the small ridges of his bones, and down and down it continued, until it licked once more at the top of his buttocks, where his cheeks met his torso.

His legs pushed open wider, as he began to pant a little, anticipating the rush of feelings that would come. Tyler felt the tongue lick at him, then the hands reach out and spread his cheeks, as once more the tongue journeyed down his valley, until it reach the tiny pink hole. Once more it circled, tasting him, teasing him. Then it flicked out, pushing past the weak protest of his muscle. Entry was quick, and easy but not long lasting. He felt himself become deflated, but then he felt the finger now retracing the steps just taken by Kelly’s tongue.

The tip of the finger was now around his hole, lightly touching him, circling and then crossing over the pink hole that quivered and puckered, wanting its full attention. He felt his muscles coiling up inside, felt his chest heaving as he struggled for air, as the tip of the finger lightly pressed on the pink hole. He groaned, feeling his body squirm a little, then lift up a bit.

As his hips lifted up, the finger suddenly dove inwards. It pushed past his hole with ease, and he winced a little, feeling the press inside, feeling it twist a little as it drove in quickly. He felt the knuckles pressing between his cheeks, the other fingers resting on the jiggling mounds of his buttocks. The finger probed him hard and then moved from side to side, then back out, then back in. Several hard quick thrusts, then suddenly his hole was stretched wider, as a second finger joined the first. He cried out as both drove inside of him, twisting as they moved down his tender tunnel.

In and out they went, going fast one second, dead slow the next. He felt his body twisting around the two probing fingers, his body squirming as his hands were up at his head. He felt himself moaning, muttering under his groans, begging Kelly for more, begging him to take him.

There was some movement over him, he felt Kelly’s body on top, felt his weight as he leaned over and fumbled with stuff on his nightstand, knowing exactly what he was looking for. ‘In the drawer’ he muttered, as the ache in his buttocks was growing, as the weight of Kelly on top only spurred his desire even more.

The sound of plastic being ripped, of the sudden lifting of the weight on his body told him Kelly had found the Condoms . He felt his insides trembling, felt his muscles tightening, and his heart begin to pound even more than before. He felt his teeth biting at his lower lip as Kelly’s hand slapped his rump, then pushed his legs further apart. Tyler felt his body in between his legs, felt his knees pressing up against his inner thighs.

Thinking about it now, he remembered smelling that sweet scent, the smell of Kelly’s shampoo and body wash. It was there, faint but somehow it had filled his nostril, making him drink in the scent as much as possible, while Kelly positioned himself. Odd how he could remember that, even then. Stranger still was how he could recall every detail, every single touch.

How Kelly’s hand had gently moved around the lower part of his buttock, how the fingers had once more probed his valley, then tunnel. How he had grunted as Kelly had used three fingers to pry his hole open, to force it to stretch. Then he felt the throbbing pole itself. The head was near his cheeks, the heat from it feeling like it was on fire.

His whole body tensed up, his nerves were tingling, eager for that moment, as he turned his head, lifting it up slightly to peer back over his shoulder. He could see the hair dangling over his backside, see the way the strands wrapped around the gaunt face, even notice how the nostrils were flaring with each breathe Kelly took. It made him sigh, and then he felt his head hit the bed, felt his hands reach out and grab hold of the sheets, bunching some of the material up into a ball in his fists.

Kelly’s cock had pushed his cheeks apart, was wedged up against the tiny puckering hole, the sacred barrier to his insides. It quivered as it felt the power of the hard flesh pressing against it. Deep inside, Tyler could feel the throbbing pulse, knowing it was coming from Kelly’s heart, and then the pain came to him.

The hard push, the quick penetration lasted a mere instant. Yet as it pushed past his pink hole, his whole body shook. His legs grew taut, his arms tightened, and his fists dug into the palms, the nails digging deep into his skin. He cried out, a sort of whimper more than a cry, as he felt the hard pole slice into him, and stop.

Tyler could feel his muscles shiver, feel them grow accustomed to the thick pole they were suddenly wrapped around. He took a breath, as slowly he felt the pole begin to move further in. He bit his lip, hard as the waves of pleasure were suddenly racing through his whole being. His eyes were fluttering, then they closed tight as the rolling waves continued to race up and down his body. His heart was quickened, his pulse racing so hard he could feel it make the bed tremble a little. The hard beat of his blood rushing through every vein and artery was unreal.

It was like he could feel every drop as it rushed around, going all down his body, back up and through his heart and brain. His head felt like it was spinning, and he could hear himself panting, hear the growing thunder in his ears as his heart switched gears, seeming to go into overdrive.

The ache in his chest was just one of thousands of aches in his whole body. His legs were growing numb, twitching as he began to feel the cock inside. It was thick, thicker than he could remember it ever being. It stretched his insides, as it dug deeper than ever before. It touched him in places that had never been touched. Its power was amazing, as he swallowed, trying to take control, failing as his mind ignored his thoughts.

The sound of flesh smacking into flesh echoed in his ears, and he could feel his body shake as he heard each smack. He groaned, louder as the bed shook to the hard pounding the body above was taking. His mind was caught up in all the emotions that swirled around inside.

Tyler had never felt so full, or so much pleasure. Not even the feelings from earlier seemed as intense as he felt Kelly’s cock ploughing into him, digging deeper with each hard thrust. Then it would stop for a second, then slowly Kelly would pull back, the cock moving very slowly back out, making him tremble. Just when he would think he would lose it, when the cock might be taken from it, Kelly would shove it back inside.

He would twist his hips, driving the cock into the sides of his tunnel, into his muscles and nerve endings. His body would shake, his toes would curl up and then stretch outwards, letting the pleasure roll through every part of his body. Sweat was dripping off his forehead, and his body.

He could feel the drops on his back, knowing it was from Kelly. The long blonde hairs would rake his back, as he heard the grunts and groan echo. His whole body seemed to be listening, as he heard his breathing grow harder, more shallow. He felt the ache inside, felt his own cock ache as it was pushed against the bed sheets, each hard thrust into his butt pushing the cock upwards. He felt the heat, the friction, yet he could only think of the joy he was feeling deep in his rectum.

Kelly pounded his ass for ages, or so it had seemed. Sweat made the bed like a sponge, about ready to explode, and it was how his own cock felt too. Then he felt the cock suddenly leave his body. His legs were man handled until he was suddenly on his back, and he opened his eyes to see Kelly’s cock near his face. The hand was moving in a blur, stroking it furiously as Kelly was grunting hard. He looked up briefly, seeing the face constricted, seeing the strand of hair flying all around, as Kelly brought himself to the edge. Tyler licked his lips, realizing what was going to happen.

He readied himself, as Kelly let out a loud hard cry and lurched his body forward. Tyler was ready and while one hand stroked his own cock, the other hand reached out to grab at Kelly’s. His head moved forward, and in one easy motion, he felt the cock slide past his lips. As he touched the hot skin, he felt the head jerk, and he closed his eyes, as he wrapped his lips around the throbbing cock.

The cum was pouring down his throat before he had more than the head inside. It was hot, sticky as it rolled down his throat, almost gagging him, but he swallowed quickly as the hard pole shook between his lips. As the first stream was rolling down his throat, as he swallowed again and again, the second stream was already flooding his mouth. He gagged, knowing some was already dripping out of his mouth, rolling down his chin, but he held firm, as the body above pressed down on him.

He swallowed faster, as the thick cream overwhelmed him. His own legs were taut, as his hand flew up and down his own shaft, as he tasted the hot milk from Kelly. As the cock shook in his mouth, as his balls began to sling up, the last of Kelly’s milk dribbled out.

Kelly was exhausted, and the cock was pulled from Tyler’s grasp. Opening his eyes he saw Kelly leaning back, his body spent. His chest was heaving, like a piston at full throttle. The explosion came, from his own body and he watched his cum fly from between his hand, arching up and over in the space between him and Kelly. He could see the globs of his own cum as it landed on the leg next to his. He saw it strike, saw the leg flinch as his one and only shot landed. He too felt himself falling back, spent and exhausted. His body was soaked by his sweat, as he struggled to breath, but all he could see was vague images.

He blinked, as he realized people all around him were standing up, stretching and moving off. The game had ended, and he looked around, to see everyone shuffling down the cement steps. He felt his grandfather standing up and the moment had passed. Kelly was also slowly getting up off the seat, and in a line they moved down with the rest of the fans.

Tyler had no idea who had even won, as his heart felt like he had just lost a part of himself. He had understood, at last, as he didn’t want today to end. Moving along he finally came to the gate, where he stepped aside, and waited for Kelly.

His grandfather moved past first, giving him a strange sad look, almost as if the old geezer knew. For a second he wished the old man hadn’t been with them, but he was. Nothing he could do about that as finally Kelly emerged from the throng of people. He stood in front of Tyler, his eyes holding his.

‘When?’

‘Wednesday morning’

‘Will I see you tonight?’

‘Tonight, tomorrow night, and right until I leave, if you want.’

‘I want’

‘You’ll be careful?’

‘Yes’

He glanced down at his feet, not sure what else to say. His heart hurt, the ache in his body wasn’t from last night, but from the loss he was about to feel. Tyler wanted to reach out, to take Kelly in his arms, but he couldn’t. Not with all the people milling around, jostling and pushing. But later, tonight and until he left, he would hold him.

Tears were at the corner of his eyes, as he tried to smile, as Kelly finally broke their contact, moving off to his own car. Tyler instead turned, to find his grandfather still standing there, waiting for him.

‘You know?’

‘About him joining up? Yep I know.’

‘How?’

‘All those trips for candy, drinks, he told me then.’

‘I don’t… he never told me, least not in words.’

‘Didn’t have to, now did he?’

He looked up at his grandfather, as they came to the car. Tyler saw how he looked at him, with a sense of love that he hadn’t seen from anyone in his family. It was strange, but he felt closer to his grandfather than his own mother or father.

Adjusting the seat belt, he stared out, the tears beginning to roll down his face. ‘No, guess not.’

‘Your grandmother and me, it was how it was with us as well, its real love Tyler, there is no other way to say it.’

He turned to stare at his grandfather. For a second he wasn’t sure what to say, then the old man just opened his arms, and Tyler fell into them, feeling them wrap around his sobbing body. At last, he wasn’t alone with his secret, as his body shook while he cried.