Following The Path (2)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The drive to the Stadium had been difficult. Between trying to think of Kelly, of that first experience and listening to his Grandfather go on and on about the war, about his memories, he had been distracted. Tyler had wished the old man would just shut up, as it was stories he had heard thousands of time now, and they never changed.

The mud, the hardships, were all old news. It wasn’t that he was unsympathetic, just that he was starting to worry about Kelly. The way he had been last night, the way his touch seemed cold at times, as if he was no longer interested in Tyler. Then at other times it was so passionate, that he was confused. Was Kelly bored with him? Was the sex between them stale or was he just imagining things?

It was troubling, and he felt like he had felt before he and Kelly had become lovers. He felt alone, wishing he had someone to share his thoughts with, to talk to about his worries, but that wasn’t going to happen. His other friends wouldn’t understand, in fact if they knew about him they might do a lot more than just ignore him. He knew that, which seemed to make today even more arduous.

Picking up his grandfather, smelling the moth balls on the old tattered uniform had irritated him. Despite the cold outside, he had driven to the stadium with the window rolled down. His grandfather hadn’t said a word about it, but instead kept on about his old friends, about how kids today didn’t understand what it meant to be in the Military.

He really had no patience for the old man’s diatribe, and more or less ignored him, as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong to piss Kelly off, or turn him off.

They had even had a sort of fight, which in itself was strange, and rather scary. Sure, they had fights before, but they were quick ones, they rarely lasted more than a day, yet this last one seemed to remain unresolved between them. Even last night, it seemed like their argument was hanging over them, even while they were making out.

At times he would catch Kelly staring at him, as if debating some ancient problem, or as if he was somehow disgusted with him. Least that is how it looked to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask him, to rekindle their simmering feud. It really had been a stupid argument, about the recent furor over the possible repeal of DADT, and how he was so for Hilary. It was like a red flag to a bull, the way Kelly had reacted.

He still didn’t get it, as he trudged along with his Grandfather to the gate, to meet Kelly. He couldn’t understand why suddenly Kelly seemed so interested in the news, in things in Iraq. Okay, he had taken some ROTC courses in High School, but hell so had all the jocks. It was sort of like, expected of them or something, but Kelly never seemed to be gung ho about it. He made as many off color remarks about the military as he had.

Yet lately, he seemed on edge about it, always telling him to drop it. It was suddenly a topic they couldn’t talk about, and was just the first of many it seemed. The way they used to be, laying by each other after several minutes of wild sex, talking about everything under the sun. Politics included, but now it was like Kelly wasn’t interested.

The sex was different too. Before they would rush to strip, to get naked with each other, to fondle before engaging in wild sex. Now it was all different, and while it was good, it bothered him. The way Kelly insisted on watching as Kelly undressed. How his eyes would follow his every move, as he would undress before him.

At first it felt odd, to have the lights on, to see Kelly leaning on the bed, while watching him stand beside him, slowly taking his clothes off.  It wasn’t that he thought he was ugly, just that once you saw him naked, there really wasn’t much else to see. Still, the way Kelly would watch, the way his eyes would follow his hands as he undid each button on his shirt.

How they would stare as he slowly opened the shirt, to expose his bare chest. The small tufts of dark hair just starting to grow, the way his nipples were a maroon red, seemed to be carefully examined. It was like being in some spotlight, as he would let the shirt fall off his shoulders, behind him. Kelly would be watching him, how his chest would rise and fall with each breath he took, until he moved his hands down to his pants. Then they would fix on his crotch, watching him undo the button, then unzip.

Kelly wasn’t silent either, as he would direct him, telling him to slow down at various moments. Like when he would undo the pants, having him unzip slowly, then go even slower in pushing the pants open to show his underwear, before letting him push them down to his ankles. He even made him slowly remove them, and when he gave his instructions, it was so commanding, so cold that he would shiver.

He noticed that too, how his eyes would dart up to look at Tyler’s face. The lips were set firmly closed, the eyes boring into his own, that gave him the shakes. Still, he did as told, and it passed quick enough. Kelly would then direct him to remove his underwear, to let them be pushed down so slowly that last night, Tyler had gotten a cramp in his fingers. It was freaky, but he had done as asked.

To stand there, his cock hard and sticking out, while Kelly looked him over, had been both arousing as well as scary. It was like he was trying to picture him for when he would no longer be able to see him, to store each detail in his memory. He wanted to say something, wanted to ask him if he was breaking up with him, but he couldn’t. Tyler just didn’t know how to say it, plus he didn’t want to give him ideas, or make it come out even.

Kelly had made him turn around several times, examining him with his eyes, not letting anything show. He remained clothed, as he stared at Tyler’s naked body. The eyes seemed so lifeless then, and yet when it was over, the sex had been unreal. The way he had simply stood up and ripped his own clothes off, the way he had kept looking at Tyler, while undressing.

Then he just jumped on the bed, and opened his arms, waiting for Tyler. It had been amazing, as he had hesitated only a second, before finding himself on top of Kelly, kissing him wildly. The way they had kissed had almost made him cum. The taste of Kelly’s lips, how he had held him, had given him a huge thrill.

Just as suddenly it had all changed too. He had found himself on his back, and the lights were still on, as Kelly leaned up to him, and slowly began to run his hand over Tyler’s naked body. The way his fingers touched him just enough to make his body know it was being touched, gave him the shivers. His body trembled with a strange excitement, as he lay there, letting Kelly explore his body.

It felt like he was being scanned by some copier. The way Kelly’s hands moved over him, just like a light crossing over a paper, to store the images for reproduction. The touch was light, sensual, and his heart kept beating so hard he had thought it would burst. His cock kept jerking as Kelly would just touch him ever so lightly. The hairs on his body were all on edge, and when he would look at Kelly, there was a strange glow reflected in his face.

Sitting now, watching the game wind down for half time, he could see that same look and glow come across Kelly’s face. Meeting him at the gate, finding their seats had made conversation impossible. Worse his grandfather had decided to sit between them. He couldn’t argue, and Kelly didn’t seem all that upset by it either. It was almost as if he welcomed it.

Despite the thrill of being at an NFL game, he couldn’t help but think about Kelly, as well as resent the presence of his grandfather. The man was absorbed by the game, and despite being 85 years old, he seemed to relish the junk food. He was constantly having Tyler get him something, popcorn, hot dogs and all the other crap that he certainly didn’t get at the home.

It kept him busy, standing in lines, and thinking. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain Kelly was trying to end it between them. Despite the way they had made love, the tenderness in how he had touched him, had even kissed him. Another new development in their love making. Kissing him all over, not just on the lips.

How he had last night done even more, how he had been kissing him, and licking at him. The way he had such control over his tongue, his hands, was amazing. How lightly the tongue could lick at the flesh around his nipples, then suddenly be digging hard into the skin. How the teeth would lightly tease his nipple, then suddenly bite it just hard enough to make him wince in surprise. It truly was arousing, and thinking about it, Tyler couldn’t count how many times he had come close to losing it, to shooting his load. Yet each time he was on the verge, Kelly seemed to know it, and would stop.

It was maddening, to be brought to that point, then just as suddenly not be taken over the edge. His body had shook so many times in anticipation, that he thought the house must be vibrating. Yet Kelly knew what he was doing.

The he had caressed him, had made his cock so hard, that it had hurt beyond anything he had ever felt before. His balls had groaned from the need to explode, but Kelly had kept him from doing it, from surrendering. He had moved all over him, kissing him, teasing him, to the point that his entire nervous system was on edge, was tingling with anticipation.

Every touch made him shake, made him moan. His head would toss from side to side, as Kelly would run his finger down his chest, then around his waving penis. How he would run it lightly across his scrotum, making the eggs inside shake. It was unnerving how he knew his spots so well, how he could just touch him, to make him quiver, to make him groan his pleasure. And he was feeling it, with each touch of his finger, of his hand, his tongue.

The wild screams of the crowd didn’t even break his thoughts, as he the final minutes till halftime were ticking down. All he could think of was how Kelly had taken him last night, had made his body so alive, and yet make him feel so frightened.

How he had licked him around his cock, kissed the head even and tasted the oozing pre cum was a thrill in itself. His tongue just barely touching as it flicked up each drop of his pre cum, and then how it had lightly pressed between his hips and groin, licking at the hidden flesh.

His legs had grown taut, had shook as the tongue just made its presence known, just lightly touched his skin as it licked all the way down. First one side, then the other, until his legs were spread far apart. He didn’t even realize how he had pulled his legs up, with Kelly in between licking at his skin, tasting him in spots rarely touched by his own hand, let alone another’s mouth.

Briefly he had looked down his body, to see that blond head as it moved slowly up and down his inner thigh, occassionaly moving to the other side, then on one such move, he felt the hands reaching down underneath. He felt Kelly’s hands on his buttocks, but with the fingers spread out, towards the outer edges of his legs.

Tyler felt the head going further down, and as he moaned his pleasure, the raspy edge of the tongue flicked lightly across the hidden valley to his insides. His whole body trembled then, as he felt the hands spreading his cheeks, while also lifting them up. He found himself pressing down further into the bed, his legs rising as the head moved past his groin, and Kelly’s hot breath wafted across his sweat soaked valley.

The tongue licked at the tip of it, and then the fingers began to press inwards, digging into the soft flesh of his butt cheeks. He could feel them being spread apart, and he lifted upwards, bringing his butt up off the bed, letting his rear be opened to Kelly’s face and tongue.

The touch of the tongue down between his cheeks made his legs tremble. Hell, his whole body was trembling as the felt the light brush of the tongue, as it moved slowly down his valley, tasting the soft skin. It made the hairs along the inside of his cheeks stand up, as it moved down and tasted him.

It was a totally new experience for him, as Kelly licked at him, gradually increasing the pressure of his tongue, until it was circling his hole. Then he felt himself crying out, as the tip of the tongue curled up, and slowly pressed up against his pink hole. He felt his cheeks clench, felt his hands ball up into fists, as Kelly began to slowly press his tongue into him.

Every nerve screamed out in pleasure, as the waves of love filled him. His eyes were shut tight, tears rolling out from underneath, as he enjoyed the wild sensations that were rushing in his whole body. His pulse raced, as he tried to breath, in between gasps of delight. His body was soaked by sweat, as he squirmed to the wiggling tongue that was still moving deep down into his insides. He could feel it lick at him, feel it push beyond his muscles and taste the velvet lining of his rectum.

His cock was aching so hard that he couldn’t help but reach out to grab hold and begin to stroke it. His balls hurt so much that he thought they would literally burst, as Kelly’s tongue dug deep into his rectum. His moaning was loud, as he tossed on the bed, unable to believe how good it all felt. The tongue kept pressing, kept moving from side to side, then out, then back in as it fucked his ass. It was more intense than he had ever felt. Even when Kelly would penetrate him with his dick, this was more intense, more arousing. The feelings from the tongue, from his own body was making him harder than he had ever achieved.

Every part of him was screaming, as Kelly continued to lick at him, to let his raspy edged tongue fill his insides just as his cock had before. His eyes saw nothing but brilliant flashes of lights, as his mind was over whelmed by the waves of pleasure.

His lungs ached, as his hand moved faster and faster along his own cock, stroking it so fast he could feel the heat of friction. Nothing seemed more important than cumming, than shooting his load as the tongue wiggled inside of him. The panting sounds that penetrated the thunder of his heart were his own, as were the shrill cries of joy that reverberated around his bedroom. The sound of the bed creaking didn’t even register as his hand became a blur, as his cock thickened even more from the rushing blood that came from everywhere.

His legs were numb as were his arms, the ache in his shoulders was from the heavy stroking and just as he couldn’t take it anymore, just as his voice cried out proclaiming his coming ejaculation, the tongue pulled out from between his cheeks. Before he could even realize how much he wanted it back, he felt his hand pushed away from his cock, felt the fingers gripping his cock base, then the warmth of Kelly’s mouth close over his throbbing cock.

The lips wrapped tightly around the head, were just sliding down under the cap when he arched upwards, no longer in control. His cries were loud as his body exploded from deep within. His balls felt like they had been blown apart, as the pain and ache became one inside of him. He felt his body shake, felt it rise up off the bed, driving his cock deep into Kelly’s throat. He felt the head jerking against the throat, felt the throat constrict, as the first stream of his milk came rushing out.

In his ears he heard the explosion, heard it fill the room with its noise, as he felt the cock jerk back, jerk even to one side, despite the firm hold by Kelly’s hand and mouth. He felt it shudder, felt the cum rushing inside, felt it leaving his cock into the open mouth.

The gagging sounds were there, but ignored, as his body shook so hard that it covered all other sounds. The beating of his heart was like nothing he had ever experienced, as his orgasm filled his body. His balls still ached, as he felt the skin collapsing inwards, felt it tighten around his empty eggs, as Kelly still sucked on his pole.

As he felt his body fall back down towards the bed, he felt the weakness come over him. He felt his chest hurt, felt it rising and falling in rapid succession as he struggled for air, to just breathe. His pulse was thundering, and he could feel his blood throbbing through the veins, as the last of his cum seemed to just dribble out. He was panting, as he slowly opened his eyes, to stare up at Kelly.

Cum was caked on the side of his lips, as he looked down at Tyler. The eyes sparkling as they moved across, looking at Tyler’s slowly softening penis, as the way his stomach was still rolling and shaking. It was totally unnerving at how he leaned back on his haunches, watching Tyler’s body slowly return to normal, to see the chest gradually reach a normal rhythm.

The sound of the gun signalling the end of the half startled him. He turned to see that his grandfather was looking at him with a strange look. Kelly was staring at the field, when the old man turned to gaze back at the field. A few minutes later, the old man suddenly stood up, standing fully erect, as Tyler noticed the slow procession of a small group of men carrying flags move onto the field.

He watched as others began to also stand, and as the announcer announced they entrance of the Marine Color Guard, asking people to stand up. Looking at his grandfather, he saw a small tear roll down his cheek, then he looked over at Kelly. He too was standing almost as rigid as his grandfather, but his eyes had that strange look to them, the one that frightened him so much.

Tyler stared at them both, as the noise of the crowd buzzed around him. How stiff Kelly stood, he thought, how erect his grandfather still could stand, at his age. It all seemed unreal, as he saw how Kelly kept his hands at his side, the palm resting firmly on his legs, the thumb pointing out from the rest of the fingers.

Turning back to the field, he saw the men carrying the flags approaching center field. He felt a strange lump in his throat, watching the young men in uniform march towards the center. He felt suddenly afraid, as he stared out, feeling apprehensive.

Following The Path (1)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It was a tradition he had never really understood, until now. Ever since he had been a kid, he could remember how his parents would be drawing straws with his Uncles and Aunts, to see who would have to spend Memorial Day with his Grandfather. As a kid he thought it was neat that someone old could play dress up like him, and a uniform was the best outfit of them all. His parents, and the rest somehow seemed to think it was a chore.

Even as he grew up, coming to realize that it wasn’t about playing dress up, he never really thought it was a big deal. So the old geezer got all dressed up in his old soldier suit? It was Veteran’s Day, and the old guy had served, so why shouldn’t he? Yet it irritated everyone in his family for some reason, and they especially hated the old war stories, the reminisces that seemed to become more disjointed as his Grandfather got older.

Now at 18, he got to join in the drawing of straws. He had won or lost, depending on your point of view, the draw, so today, Sunday would be his turn. His first turn at being the family member to visit and be with the old man for the day. Tyler wasn’t upset by it, rather looking forward to it, because he had three tickets to the Sunday NFL game.

Kelly had somehow managed to wangle a third ticket, after winning the first two from some radio show. He had no idea how he had done it, but he had. His Grandfather had been impressed too, and all week had been bragging about his grandson was taking him to a football game. It made him feel rather good inside, until his father reminded him that his granddad would be wearing his old soldier suit.

He hadn’t thought about that, and when he had talked with Kelly last night, it didn’t seem to bother him, so why should it bug him? Yet as he raced around his room, picking up his old clothes, it did. He felt uncomfortable, unsure why, but he wished that he could spend the day with Kelly, alone. Their time together had been getting less as fall wore on. Plus Kelly had been acting a bit weird.

During the summer it was like they were inseparable. They had taken the odd camping trip, where they had been your typical eighteen year olds. The sex had been awesome, and he had been hoping it would never end. It hadn’t, not really, but it had become different. It was like Kelly was off somewhere, not really concentrating. Yet in some ways, Kelly was even closer to him now, than before.

He had met him years ago, but only after graduating High School had they discovered their attraction to each other. Kelly was a High School jock, a hard bodied athlete and he looked the part. He had thick legs and arms. No fat but lots of muscle. The way his stomach could be so hard and then suddenly soft always turned him on. The way he would run his hand along the flat belly, feeling the muscles underneath tense up, grow hard and ripple too. He had felt it, and even now, thinking about them made him a bit horny.

They shared an interest in jogging. Kelly liked to run early in the morning, as did Tyler. They had met at a local jogging trail and knowing each other from school, it was natural to jog together. It was along one of their morning jogs that everything had suddenly changed. It had been a first for Tyler, who had always been too scared to let anyone know about his desire for guys. Somehow Kelly had known, and the way he was so direct about it, it had seemed natural for him to admit his homosexuality. He had expected nothing, and yet when he had first tasted those pale lips, had felt that tongue lick at his own tongue, everything changed for him.

His body had never experienced something as what he and Kelly seemed to have. Every morning, he would be up before the alarm clock could buzz, excited because he would be next to Kelly. They would always start off slow, running with the other early morning joggers, but at one bend near the local park, they would split off, to go their own way. No one seemed to notice, or care, but each time it was like being born all over again.

The way Kelly would brush his arm past his, as they jogged a ways along a rough trail through the trees. The way his breathing would have a bit of a hint in it, of excitement. It all made those last few yards seem special, which they were. Just like at school, Kelly was the leader. Tyler didn’t mind, as it gave him a good chance to study him, to watch the way his butt would move, knowing that as they jogged along the path, that soon he’d be worshipping those cheeks in ways that would make many in his family sick. It was part of his enjoyment, knowing how shocking it would be to his father, to his uncles and aunts.

To say he wasn’t fond of them would be an understatement. They were old fashioned, always whining about the good old days, and yet always preaching too, about morality while all the time breaking every law God could have devised. The way his Uncle had been married twice already, each time getting a divorce because he found some other girl at work to screw. Or his own Father who screwed the people who worked for him, with his back room deals with the Union execs. How he hired people he knew were not citizens, simply to be able to pay them less, pocketing the difference.

Great role models his family, but he had Kelly, and that was what counted. Kelly was one of the fortunate ones. He had the looks, the smarts too, and the popularity. He could have had anyone he wanted, male or female, but instead he had chosen him, which gave him a glow inside. He wished he could share it with others, but he was happy enough to just enjoy sharing it with Kelly.

The touch of his hand on his skin, the taste of his mouth, the excitement of his body resting on his, was enough for him. He was no ugly duckling, but he wasn’t as well built as Kelly. He had a firm body, not as much muscle nor meat to him, but he did okay. He could handle himself in tight situations, and for him studying had been a breeze. Tyler had a natural flair for books, for learning while Kelly always struggled. He did okay, but not like Tyler.

Still it was how you used it, or so he kept telling Kelly. Though lately, Kelly seemed unimpressed. He had become moody, and yet the sex between them seemed somehow more intense. It wasn’t wild or anything like that. Kelly seemed to want to be more intent, more deliberate in all they were doing. Not like the first time when he had ripped his track suit off, to take his hard cock down his throat, until Tyler had shot his first load.

Gawd, just thinking of that made him hard. The way Kelly had led him to a clearing off in the woods. It wasn’t much of a clearing, but was far enough off the tracks that they wouldn’t be caught out. He had run with him, pushing the branches out of the way without realizing they had gone off the path. He had been bitching too, about slowing down, until suddenly he was in the clearing. He had stopped, to see Kelly panting, his face glowing as he leaned over, his hands on his knees, his face tilted up staring at Tyler.

He too was a bit winded, but as he stood there, he felt a strange warmth creeping through his whole body. Kelly just slowly walked up to him, stared into his eyes, and before he knew it, was kissing him hard on the lips. His body had shook, as he tasted those lips pressed against his mouth. Then he felt him reach down, rub his crotch hard, and somehow he was suddenly standing there, his track suit at his ankles.

Kelly had fallen to his knees, and had his hands gripping both of Tyler’s hips. The fingers were firm and hard as they held him, and he felt the wet warmth cover his cock. He shook, stunned a bit by the waves of pleasure that suddenly took hold of him. His heart was racing, he could feel it beating wildly inside his chest, his lungs ached as he tried to suck in air, but found it difficult to do.

His hands had instinctively grabbed hold of Kelly’s shoulders. Tyler couldn’t believe the way he was shaking, as he felt Kelly sucking on his cock. The way his nose would bang into his groin, the way the sounds would echo in the small clearing. He found his head tilting up and staring at the light flickering through the dense brush overhead. Every touch, every lick of his cock, was etched into his memory.

The way Kelly had held him steady, how he had clenched his hips tightly, how he had moved his head forward and back, how his tongue had licked at the underside of his cock shaft, all of it was stored inside his mind. It was the benchmark he used to gauge how much they had changed since then. How the sex didn’t end with him screaming, with his body rocking as he shot his hips forward, driving his hard cock further into Kelly’s mouth. How his entire body was trembling like there was an earthquake happening under his feet. He could still remember how he felt as Kelly’s tongue would lick around the head of his cock, how it would slowly lick down till it was licking at his testicles. How it would flick out, the tip pushing one ball, then the other, then back to dig at his flesh under the base of his cock.

Just thinking of it, had his hand rubbing his groin, as he tried to push it aside, to push back the hanging cowlip of dark hair that crossed his brow. But he couldn’t, as he felt his cock growing even harder with his effort to push back that moment. To try and ignore how Kelly had dug his fingers in so hard, that it took a whole day for the red marks to disappear, seemed impossible.

For some odd reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about that day, about how he had shook, how his voice had sounded, as he moaned and groaned while Kelly had sucked his cock. The way the sounds of slurping, of his flesh being sucked still echoed in his mind, made him feel flushed. His cheeks were red as he stared at his reflection. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, as he tried to not think of it, but failed.

Kelly had taken him, and he could still recall him coughing, as his body had exploded. It hadn’t taken him long either, to surrender to the pleasures inside. The way his body had grown taut, the way his legs had suddenly stiffened, how his eyes grew dim, as his body took charge. The way his arms grew stiff, cramped even, as he found his hips shooting forward, found his hands digging into Kelly’s shoulders, as that moment came.

The waves of pleasure seemed endless, as he found he had reached over and around, had hold of Kelly’s head in his hands, and was pulling his head hard into his belly, into his groin.

How his body had shook, as his balls had exploded under his cock. He could still feel the moment when his milk came flooding out of his balls, the way it flowed so quickly along his cock, and spurted out deep into Kelly’s throat. He could hear him cough, hear him gag even, as his body unleashed a flood of his milk. Tyler could still feel the head leaning back, trying to break his hold, as his body continued to push forward, continued to drain his body of all fluid.

Tyler could recall how he shook, how as the last of his cum dribbled out into the mouth, he grew feint, grew dizzy and weak. How his legs were buckling under him, as he looked down at the mop of blond hair, matted by sweat, was shaking. He could see the milky grey trail around the corners of Kelly’s mouth, knowing it was his, and as he had staggered backwards a step or two, his hand barely touching the sides of Kelly’s face, he saw the look in the young man’s eyes. It had made his heart skip several beats, as he slowly lowered himself to the cold ground.

Kelly had licked his lips, then he leaned back on his hands, panting. His chest was heaving, as he just looked at Tyler, his eyes taking every inch of his body into view. It was like being under a microscope, the way he looked at every part of him. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable, but gave him a warm feeling inside. It was that look that broke through his fear. The way Kelly looked at him, made him feel alive, in a way he had never felt before.

As he had sat there, staring at Kelly, he had seen him smile. Saw the way his grin seemed to light up his face. The way it made his nose crinkle, his cheeks sort of puff out, all gave him a strange thrill. It was like suddenly he had been borne, that the sound of the birds chirping in the trees had a new sound to them, no longer annoying. It was like he could hear the wind rustle through the branches, as well as feel his own heart beating, with a sort of echo, that he just knew was Kelly’s own heart.

Grabbing his keys, he realized he was running a bit late, and the lump in his jeans made him wish for a moment that he didn’t have to take his Grandfather to the game. For a second, he wished he could just pick up Kelly, and take him to their spot, where he had first gotten to really know Kelly.

Racing out of the house, he couldn’t help but feel a bit wild. He had the urge, that desire which he knew would have to wait till after the game, till he could be alone with Kelly again. For now, he had to pick up his grandfather at the home, then get to the stadium, to meet Kelly. It would be hard to sit through the game, with Kelly so close, but the idea of watching a pro game almost, almost made up for things.

Still, the memory of that first morning, of how he had sat there, seeing the large lump in Kelly’s own track suit, and how his entire life changed. Starting the car up, he felt the ache inside, recalling how he had pushed aside his own fears, how he had enjoyed his first taste of another man. As he headed towards the home, to pick up his grandfather, he wished he hadn’t drawn the short straw. He just wanted to be with Kelly, even if it was November 11^th.

Not Prince Harry

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

In some ways it was flattering, in other ways rather irksome. He was 21, had dark hair and a pug face, certainly no where near the looks of Prince Harry, though at times he wished he did. It would certainly make his sex life easier, but then he had no complaints.

His abilities as a fullback for the ‘Marauders Rugby Team’ made up for his lack of looks. Though he wasn’t a ‘pretty boy’ as some seemed to prefer, he had that certain look that at least had some looking. He got the nickname because his name was Harry, and because on the field, he was a Prince. He seemed to always find a way across the opponents line, or breaking free from the pack when no one expected it.

Having the last name of Tudor only added fuel to the name calling. Roger, the Team Captain had coined it last year, and it had stuck. Course Roger was a bit of a tease, and at times Harry was certain he knew about Harry’s preferences. Though he never said anything, it was the way he would look at him, that made him wonder.

The game was already in the bag, as he stared out at his replacement. The Coach had taken him out, not wanting to risk injury, but frankly Harry was still in game mode. He liked the way he could lower his shoulder at times, then deke out the defender as he would appear to head for him, then at the last turn away and gain more ground. It always worked, and today had been a lark. He had already made several try’s and they were so far ahead, the second unit was on the field.

The wind was blowing, and he felt the chill cooling his sweat soaked body, as he shouted encouragement to his side, watching the other team bravely try to prevent another score. It wasn’t going to work, as he watched the play unfold. As he knew, they scored and he relaxed more.

Teams had been known to come back, but not from this drubbing. He was elated, as it took his team one step closer to securing a spot in the league finals. They had missed them last year, but seemed a lock this year. Largely due to his running, his play. The chants of ‘Prince Harry’ filled the small stadium these days, which always excited him.

In fact, it also had improved his sex life. Some of those wankers who had ignored him before, now sought him out. It was pleasing to make them beg for a taste of his dick, to make them chase him for a change. It gave him a sense of power that he rather enjoyed. Like today, he had met an old school chum as he had been heading to the locker room. Nigel was one of those ‘pretty boys’ back in the days of school, and Harry always had a thing for him.

He was a looker. The long hair that hung just below his ears, neat and always in place. His lean face, thin lips and deep blue eyes all conspired to make him a star among the student body. Nigel was tall, and slender. Not thin, but well proportioned that matched his long arms and legs. He had a basket on him that made every girl turn their head every time he walked past them.

Turned his head too, but back then Nigel rarely had the time of day for the likes of him. He wasn’t well proportioned. His legs were thick, stocky even, but he had a solid frame to hold up. It wasn’t that he was fat, because he had nothing but muscle, just that it wasn’t pretty.

Nigel was built like a fine tuned European sports car, while he was more like an older model Land Rover. Not pretty to look at, but rarely did it let you down. He was like that, and now good old Nigel was chasing him. It gave him a bit of pleasure, that he couldn’t hide. A small smile was on his lips, as he watched the scrum taking place, wondering if Nigel was as big in the crotch, as his basket used to imply, when he was doing the chasing?

He was so absorbed in thinking of Nigel, he didn’t notice the coach come up. As he listened to the Coach repeat himself, telling him to hit the showers, he couldn’t help but think of Nigel. The guy was one of those you never forgot, or in his case, dreamed about.

The idea of one day, having him on his knees, taking his cock in his mouth, of doing whatever he wanted, was a fantasy he had from the first time he had seen Nigel. Seeing him as he had entered today had awakened those thoughts, and as he headed down the ramp, towards the Locker Room, he spotted him at the rail.

Looking up, he saw him staring down at him. His eyes seemed to be glazed over, and a thin smile was across his mouth that made Harry think about how those lips would feel wrapped around his cock. He smiled back, and of a spur of the moment, stopped, and invited him to join him. He noticed the look of others around him, as they pressed forward, wanting to touch him, chanting ‘Prince Harry, Prince Harry’ as Nigel climbed over the rail, to jump down onto the cement pad.

There was a look of pleasure on his face, as he waved, signed a few books thrust at him plus he could feel Nigel’s eyes on him. It was strange, but it felt rather exciting, as he waved, and tossing his head, headed into the dark tunnel. He passed a grounds keeper who gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. It was great to be at the centre of the crowds pleasure.

Entering the Locker Room, he glanced around before heading to his cubicle. His street clothes were all hanging neatly, as he began to toss his kit off, knowing it was exciting Nigel. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. Maybe it was the hungry look in those blue eyes, or how he kept wiping his hands on his pants, but he knew that Nigel wanted him, and he also knew he wasn’t going to disappoint him.

Turning around, he pulled his shorts off, standing in front of Nigel, his stocky frame looking a bit yellow in the room’s light. He saw the look, saw how the eyes immediately moved down his body towards his crotch, where his jock was. With a small smile curling around his lips, he took his hands and dug his thumbs into each side of the waistband. Then he slowly slid the jock off his body, watching Nigel’s eyes all the time.

He saw him lick his lips, as his cock came free, sticking straight out. It was hard, not totally, but enough to give a good indication that Prince Harry was no average bloke. Like the rest of him, it was thick, but unlike his stature, it was also longer than average. Nigel was definitely impressed, as Harry noticed his jeans bulge a bit more.

Harry stretched, lifting his hands up over his head, pushing his hips forward, as his cock grew even firmer. He was enjoying it, as he looked over at Nigel. His old school chum slowly looked up, to stare at him. He smiled, then Harry looked down at his erect cock, then back up at Nigel. He nodded, as he stretched again, moving a step closer, watching Nigel’s eyes widen then look back down at the offered treat.

They hadn’t said a word, and he didn’t think he would have to say much, as he watched Nigel staring at his cock. His eyes, his whole face, seemed absorbed by the display of his erection, and he knew that Nigel did want it.

‘You got 10 minutes, mate.’ Was all he said, as he widened his stand. He stared straight at Nigel, who now looked up at him, his eyes showing his hunger, his desire. It was a sight he had always dreamed of, and now was about to be realized. He could see his hesitation, as he stepped closer, until he was standing within a few inches of Harry.

Harry could smell his cologne, remembering that fresh scent from his High School days. Nothing had changed, as he breathed in, his cock bouncing up a bit. He let his breath out, as he just stared at Nigel who kept going from looking at his face, to the hard cock. He wiped the palms of his hands on his pants several times, before he slowly let himself kneel down.

His face tilted up, watching Harry, maybe waiting to see if it was a put on or not. But Harry just kept his face passive, his eyes watching Nigel. He had a small smile on his face, as Nigel lifted up one hand, to reach out to the long pole in front. The eyes lifted up quickly, then lowered to stare directly at Harry’s cock.

He moved his head forward, the eyes now firmly fixed on Harry’s face. Harry just nodded, and watched as the blond hair hid his view. He felt the brush of Nigel’s lips on his cock head, felt the wet lips part, as they slowly wrapped around his cock head. He felt the sudden exhilaration racing up his body, his legs tighten.

The lips pressed softly at first, then as they moved further around his cock head, they grew firmer on his flesh. He felt his body tremble a little, as the lips moved further down his cock. He could feel the tongue licking at his head, at the slit in the centre. His legs grew even more taut, as the feelings were now rushing up his whole body. It was his dream coming true, as Nigel’s mouth enveloped his cock head.

The tongue was licking at his head, just underneath, as the lips continued to push down the shaft. His veins in his cock were suddenly filled by his rushing blood, as he reached out and placed both hands on Nigel’s shoulders.

Touching him, he felt the old friend shiver, felt his body shake to his touch. The intake of breath made his chest ache, as Nigel slowly took his whole cock into his mouth. He felt his nose tickle his groin, then press into the soft flesh. His cock was fully inside of Nigel’s mouth, and his fingers tightened their grip on the young man’s shoulders.

They dug deep into the flesh, and pulled back a little, making his cock press in further. The tongue was underneath, trying to lick at his shaft as it passed over, as it made its way down the throat. He heard a soft murmur, a gurgle maybe, as he pressed his hips forward. Nigel’s throat was wrapped around his cock, his head down as far as it could go, when Nigel began to slowly pull back.

Harry moaned, his breathing getting a bit shallow, as slowly Nigel pulled back, to where only the head was still being held by his lips, still inside of his mouth. Then quickly the head moved forward, the mouth driving fast along the throbbing pole. Harry was surprised, as once more Nigel’s nose was buried hard into his groin.

As Nigel began to slowly pull back his mouth, the tongue was arched up, as the shaft was pulled back over it. Harry felt his body quiver, as the raspy tongue grated along the underside of his cock. He groaned, his fingers digging in hard to Nigel’s shoulders. Then he felt the head moving back down, then up. His body shook, as his cock came free, and Nigel licked around the cock head, under the cap of his head, then down his shaft. It pressed hard on his flesh, as the tongue licked at the root, tasted him, then suddenly was gone to lick at the oozing pre cum at his cock head.

The cock was once more thrust into Nigel’s mouth, and Harry lifted his hands up, to grab hold of that perfect mop of blond hair. The fingers pulled at the strands, wrapping around them and pulling the head back down towards his groin. His body was tense, was wound up like a hard steel coil, as he began to push and pull the head, to make it go faster. He could hear the slurping sounds, as his cock moved faster and faster between the lips, banging against the throat, then filling the mouth.

Harry took a deep breath, as he began to gyrate his hips with each inward thrust. He could feel Nigel having trouble taking it all, but he didn’t care. Harry continued to push in and pull out, his hands yanking on the hair, keeping the head moving and taking his cock. He shoved hard, feeling Nigel’s nose bury itself into his groin, before being pulled away.

He knew he was getting close. The rolling waves that kept his heart pounding, making his pulse race were becoming more intense. His eyes were shut tight, as he tilted his head backwards. His chest heaved as his breath came in short shallow gulps. Each thrust of his hips made him tremble as he felt his balls sling upwards. Harry could feel the tightening of his sac, as his body pulled back, then suddenly shot forward on its own.

Crying out loudly, he gripped Nigel’s head and thrust it towards him, at the same time shoving his groin forward, smashing it hard into the face. The pain of Nigel’s nose into his groin was barely noticed, as his body exploded. He could hear the chants, see stars exploding behind his closed eye lids. His head rang, as he yelled, as the head under his hands struggled to pull back, unable to, due to his strength. He held Nigel’s face close, as his cock jerked and spewed its hot milk directly down the throat.

Nigel gagged, as his throat and mouth was filled by Harry’s milk. He struggled, to no avail, as the Harry’s body bucked and quivered. Every muscle held taut, as the heavy cream continued to shoot out of his trembling cock. He suddenly grew weak, releasing his hold, as his body uncoiled, as the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock.

He staggered back, until his back was resting against the wooden lockers. He was panting as he slowly opened his eyes, to see Nigel leaning back on his legs, cum coating his thin pale lips. The eyes were flashing, filled with satisfaction. He could see the look, feel it even, as he felt his body still shaking.

It had been one of his better orgasms, as he puffed a bit. There was no doubt that it had been worth the wait, as he stared down at Nigel, seeing him lick at the dried cum on his lips, and then stare at the softening cock dangling now, from Harry’s groin. Harry smiled, wondering if he should invite Nigel to come back to his flat or not. There was so much more he wanted the ‘Pretty Boy’ to do.

Grabbing a towel, and heading towards the shower area, he turned back to look at Nigel. He saw him still panting a little, and wiping the back of his mouth with his arm. He had a sort of small evil grin on his face as he spoke.

‘Be half a mo, then you can buy me a beer, before we head back to my flat.’