Just Sex

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kyle looked at the card in his hand, then at the address on the door post. He really didn’t have to look at the card, he had been at this door three times before, but never past. The gurgle in his empty stomach told him it was decision time, that this time around he would go through the door, and find Sam waiting.

He was not as good looking as he was just a year ago. Back then, when he had turned 18, he had it all. Lived in his own room, had three meals or more whenever he wanted. Living at home was like that, simple and uncomplicated, until that day. Bad enough that he had to put up with the daily hypocrisy of his parents, but then they paid the bills, until that day.

He shivered, even though it was a rather warm day, as he stared at the door, seeing it all unfold once more. School had never been his forte, but he did okay. His grades weren’t on the honor list, but good enough to maybe have gotten into a community college somewhere. He was athletic though, had a good body to go with the years of playing all kinds of sports.

His parents had given him a deluxe weight workout system when he had turned sixteen. It was a good gift, to help him keep in shape. His body was toned nicely by the time he had turned eighteen. Kyle was one of those fortunate kids who never was bothered by acne, or other maladies. He was always healthy, ate good food and not a lot of junk crap either. It didn’t fit in with his athletic desires, which were grandiose, but not realistic. He found that out quickly when the college’s he applied to turned him down for any athletic sponsorships.

The folks had been understanding. Even his friends seemed to have accepted it but then, that was because he was a magnet, and they loved the cast offs. There were a lot of those, because while he had appeared your all around typical teenager, he wasn’t. He was gay, knew it at an early age and had done a good job in not letting anyone else know.

He had the looks, the golden tanned body, the curly hair that was always too long, but helped highlight his features. His eyes always seemed full of life, and while his nose had been broken a few times, it never seemed to be a hindrance. The scar over one eye, from a cleat, added a sense of danger to him, that the girls found attractive. So did the few boys who had managed to keep him satisfied.

All that changed at eighteen, when his father caught him jerking off to a gay magazine. If it had been Playboy or Hustler he knew there wouldn’t have even been a cross word. But his father had no stomach for fudge packers, as he termed them. He was intolerant of ‘his kind’ as he made it very clear that day.

Nearly a year had passed, and while the initial fear had worn off, he still found himself missing being at home. Maybe what he missed the most, was the assurance of eating every day. Pickings out on the street were slim at best, and okay he had let people touch him and do things that he would never have considered if he had been living at home, but a guy had to eat, had to have a place to sleep.

The local bars were an okay source for finding the odd trick to help pay the bills, to help get a burger or stuff. Drugs were easy to get, though so far he had managed to stay clean. The odd hit of pot was all he had ever done, and he knew that going for the harder stuff was just way too dangerous. He had heard the stories, seen the results first hand this last year. Couple of guys he knew on the street were dead now, his first encounter with death. It left a mark that had made him vow to never take the hard stuff, but it wasn’t easy.

Many of the Johns he found were always offering something hard, to get him into the mood. So far he had been able to satisfy without their so called helpful aids. Meeting Sam at the bar, had sounded promising at first, but them Sam was a good talker.

He was just 21, sort of pudgy faced and stocky. Whenever he saw Sam, he was sipping on a straw, drinking. It was like his mouth was permanently attached to the straw, but it was the eyes that made him leery. They were cold, calculating. He acted like a big shot, always had a comment to make, always had a flashy grin that he just knew was fake. Still a lot of the people in the bars seemed to fall for it, or at least give Sam respect.

Maybe it was out of fear, but for whatever reason Sam had given him the card, had bought him several drinks, telling him how he could make Kyle into a star. When Kyle had laughed, he had gotten that look, that glare of pure evil that made Kyle step back. It was a look of anger he had seen in his father’s eyes when he had tossed him out, telling him to never come back.

Now here he was, at Sam’s door, thinking of actually going in, to let Sam make him a star. Sam ran a porno studio. He made gay videos for sale on his web site and from what Kyle had learned, he did okay. He always seemed to have money to flash around and when he had talked to Kyle he had quoted him $500 for a shoot. Plus expenses and a place to crash while the shoot was being done. A tempting offer, even with a full belly. More so, now that it had been several days since he had eaten, or had a decent night’s sleep. Hell it had been three days since he had a shower, which only made it harder to score a trick or two.

Knocking on the door, he felt sick. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt suddenly very dirty, uneasy too. However, the ache from not eating, not sleeping well, was more powerful as he knocked again, this time hearing someone coming to the door. Kyle stepped back as the door opened and a rather large muscular man stood in his way.

‘What you want?’

‘Uh, Sam, he gave me his card, said to uh…’

‘You got the card?’

Kyle lifted his hand up, holding the card. The large man took it and looked it over, then handed it back, motioning for him to enter. When he stepped in, he heard the three large bolts being slammed shut. His unease grew, but he followed the man down the hall into a rather airy room, filled with bright colors and lights.

‘Wait here, drinks are on the counter, help yourself’

He just stared around at the array of bottles on the large counter. He could see Vodka, Rum, Scotch, and other various alcohol being displayed. There were bottles of mix, ice tubs and glasses. His eyes narrowed on the bowls of chips, which he made for. Food was food, as he munched on some chips, trying to take everything in when Sam entered the room.

He was wearing a robe, open at the front and had on a pair of Speedo swimsuit. It wasn’t flattering, nor was the little bulge showing flattering either. His belly hung over the thin fabric, and yet there was something charming about him. And just like at the bar, he was sucking on a drink through a straw. His eyes however, were piercing as they stared at him, recognizing him but acknowledging nothing as he flopped down on the chesterfield, still staring.

‘You smell’

‘Haven’t had a shower in a bit’

‘I can tell, okay, so deal is $500, right?’

‘Yeah, cash, right?’

‘Naturally, you had a recent HIV test?’

‘Uh, yeah, no problems’

‘Good, okay, follow Tito upstairs, he’ll show you where to get cleaned up. Use the antiseptic soap first, shampoo, then he’ll take you to the studio room. You’ll be bottom for Tyler, do as they tell you, and I’ll have your cash waiting’

‘Uh, I don’t bottom’

‘Yeah? You will today if you want the Five Hundred. Your choice.’

Every part of his mind was telling to refuse, to just leave. The smirk on Sam’s face was enough to make him puke, if he had anything in his stomach to upchuck. Yet at the same time the cash would get him a place for a few weeks, plus food. Cold and rain were forecast for the next few weeks and his stomach was still rumbling.

Looking at Sam’s bored face, he knew he was serious. Maybe if he had taken him up at first, he might have some bargaining power, but not how he looked now. He mumbled his okay, that brought a thin smile to Sam’s face, that gave Kyle a chill.

The shower was something else. It was more like what you find in some locker room than a private house. He stripped as Tito watched, handing him the bottle of antiseptic soap to use. It was strange to have a more or less silent giant of a man watching him strip and adjust the water, but he figured the guy was there to make sure he didn’t steal anything or run off.

Adjusting the water, he let the warm water soothe his aching body, and he began to lather up when he heard the sound of other’s walking in. Bright lights were suddenly glaring as he turned around to see a guy holding a huge light aimed at him. Next to him was some guy holding a camera to his face, as he stood there, his mouth open.

‘Go on, soap up, make sure you work the soap slowly around your dick’

Kyle felt a bit hesitant, until the man behind the camera barked his order again. It gave him a bit of a chill, despite the warm water cascading over his emaciated body, but he began to rub his hands over his chest, following the man’s orders.

He rinsed off the antiseptic stuff, including the shampoo and was handed a bar of some other soap. The man behind the camera told him to do it all again, but to not hide his cock, to get it hard, and keep it hard. It was strange, to be stroking his cock in this wide open shower, but he complied. His uncut cock grew harder as he tried to think of other things, tried to not let the glaring lights distract him. He didn’t want Sam to have any excuses for not giving him his money.

It helped that off by the entrance was another semi naked guy. He looked so hot, that he tried to just stare at him, to think of him rather than the lights. The camera guy must have noticed, as he gave him some signal, that brought him closer and then over to the other side. Kyle couldn’t help but notice his face, a bit haggard, but so smooth and hairless it was like he had just shaved.

His long hair was combed out and was a bit frosted at the tips. It made the long yellow strands stand out more, and accentuated the long thin face. Then he would toss his head, now and then, which only made Kyle quicken his stroking. The camera more or less forgotten, as he stared at the young man’s hands.

They were moving up and down his bare chest. The long thin fingers would swirl around one of his nipples, tweaking it as he just stared at Kyle. The lips were thin and pale, but looked so inviting that Kyle couldn’t help but lick his own lips. He didn’t see the camera man smiling, nor the light guy grinning, all he could see was the young man move his hands down his thin frame, towards his groin.

His eyes bulged out as he watched the fingers playing with the waist band, then slowly undo them. He missed the signal that made the man grimace then paste his hungry look back on his face. The eyes glittered as the pants were slowly opened, the zipper slowly lowered, and a patch of white fabric showed. Kyle’s eyes were focused on the youth’s crotch, as his hand began to stroke his own hard cock a bit slower, not wanting to shoot just yet.

He was leaning against the back of the shower as he watched the blond undress, slowly step out of the jeans, then carefully remove each sock. Then he stood up and Kyle could see the hard lump in his shorts. It looked huge nested behind the stretched white of the jockey shorts, but his eyes moved to watch the hands.

They were closed around the waistband of the shorts, moving along the edge, slightly pushing the band out then he watched, his mouth gaping open, as the white jockey shorts began to lower. He saw the small tuft of hair sticking out, then suddenly it was free, staring at him.

His body shuddered as he saw the thick pole flip out, jerk a little then straighten itself out, to stare straight at his own naked body. His hand stopped, at the base of his cock as he just looked at the hard cock of the blonde. His legs seemed to tighten a bit, as he exhaled.

Kyle flicked his head, the wet strands of hair sending spray towards the camera man, but all he could think of was the throbbing cock in front of his face. He watched as slowly, the blond stepped forward, coming closer to him. His tongue licked at his lips, his chest began to heave a little as the blond now stepped in front of him and the camera man. He heard something, watched as the blond moved to one side, slowly moving closer until he stood an inch or so from Kyle’s trembling body.

Despite the warm water, he felt a strange chill, a strange excitement too, as the blond let his hand reach out, touching Kyle on the shoulder. The eyes seemed blank as he looked into them, expecting something else. Instead he saw nothing but an emptiness that made him tremble a bit. His body felt chilled, even as the warm spray continued to roll down his lanky body. His cock was still hard, his balls aching, as the blond let his hand caress his chest, then slowly run down his shaking body.

The fingers moved around one of Kyle’s nipples, feeling its firmness, as it pinched the dark purple flesh. He found his own hand reaching out, shaking a bit, as it lay against the blonde’s chest. It felt so smooth, so warm that the chill inside dissipated. His body shook as he found himself step forward, his eyes glued to the young man’s face. He saw a flicker in the eyes, then nothing else as the eyes closed, the head tilting to one side.

His own eyes fluttered, then closed as well, his head tilting in the opposite direction. Kyle felt the kiss, the brief brush on his lips, then the sudden darting of the blonde’s tongue pushing past his own trembling lips. His body shook, as he let his mouth open, and he began to taste the young man, who now wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling Kyle closer into his own naked body.

The hard thick pole of the Blonde slid between his legs, pushing past his own smaller cock. He felt it push his balls to one side, as it slid between his open legs. The touch made his ass cheeks clench, then relax as the ache inside grew.

There were lots of sounds, but none registered as he felt the hands reaching around, grabbing hold of his cheeks, spreading them open. He was being manipulated around, by the Blonde. His body was no longer leaning against the wall, but he stood to the side, his cheeks open, warm water dribbling down his open crack. His body shook even more as the fingers dug hard into his cheeks and the tongue in his mouth began to lick inside his mouth, pushing his own tongue aside.

His chest was heaving as the blonde dug his body into his. He felt like he was doing some strange dance, the way the blonde would move him around, shuffling around the shower. He could feel the spray hitting him in different spots, as they clung together kissing, then suddenly he felt the blonde move apart, reach down and grab hold of his cock. He felt the fingers tighten around his throbbing shaft, then jerk on it, pulling it.

Just as suddenly the hand moved away and was now pressing on his shoulders. Both of them firmly pushing him down, and Kyle found himself sinking to his knees, the water still cascading over him. His mouth kissed at the chin, then at the hollow of the blonde’s neck. He felt the Adam’s apple bop a little to his kiss, but the hands continued to force him down, to not let him linger.

He tasted the water, and the salty flesh as he found himself kneeling, and as his eyes opened, he saw the light pubic hairs, matted against the groin. The soft flesh was trembling as he kissed the soft belly, then reached up with one hand to take hold of the blonde’s cock.

He could smell the faint aroma of the young man, as he felt the young man shiver a little. His tongue licked out, as he tasted the young man, then he found his hand holding the base of the throbbing cock. His face was no longer looking up, but at the hard cock. He could see it shake in his grip, as he let his tongue dart out, licking at the hard skin.

There was no mistaking the sudden intake of breath, the small groan that came from above him, as he ran his tongue along the entire cock shaft, towards the exposed cock head. His tongue licked around the cap, tasting the young man, feeling his cock tremble, feeling his hands grip his shoulders harder. The fingers were digging in hard, as he licked at the pole, then Kyle pushed it up, and began to lick underneath the pole.

He let his tongue go right down to under the shaft, to where the balls hung. He let the tip of tongue dig deep into that soft fleshy part, until it touched the very root of the blonde’s cock, then slowly he ran it up along the shaft. He felt the vein underneath, felt it thicken as the blood came rushing through, tightening the flesh around the pole. His jaw ached as he slowly licked around the head, then dragged the flat of his tongue up and over the sensitive cock head. The groan from above told him he was doing it right, as he tasted the pre cum that oozed out from the tiny slit. His fingers tightened even more around the shaft, holding it and squeezing it at the same time.

The hands on his shoulders moved to his head, and the thin fingers wrapped around the wet strands of his hair. The fingers pulled his head back a little, then pulled back, as he continued to lick at the cock head, then he let his lips wrap around the thick pulsing cock head. It was like he could almost feel the blonde’s heart beating, as he closed his eyes again, letting his cheeks sink inwards, as he drew in his breath.

His lips were tight as he gradually began to let the blonde’s fingers pull his head towards him. The cock slowly making its way into his mouth, into the vacuum he had created within. The cock seemed to jerk a little as he took the head into his mouth, his tongue licking at it and rolling around it, the pre cum flowing a bit faster now.

Kyle found his own hands were now wrapped around the blonde’s buttocks, his fingers now digging into the soft mounds of wet flesh. As they dug in, they pulled back too, making the blonde’s buttocks spread open. He heard a small gasp, but ignored it as he began to suck on the shaft, to let it fill his mouth and force the head further back, down his throat.

He struggled to keep his throat open, to not let it tighten or force him to gag on the hard cock that moved quickly in and out of his mouth. His body was quivering, as he sucked on the hard pole, licking at it and tasting it. He could feel the blonde’s excitement too, feel it as his hips began to move in sync with his face. There was no mistaking the sharp shallow breathes that came from above, as he sucked, enjoying the hard cock that pounded his mouth. Letting one hand fall from the blonde’s buttocks, he took hold of his own cock, and began to stroke it hard, while sucking. Soon his hand was a blur on his own cock, in sync with the action of his mouth.

His jaw was aching, his breathing shallow when suddenly the press of two hands on his shoulders was pushing him back, stopping his action. He heard a loud cry, then found his mouth empty, the cock yanked out. Opening his eyes, he saw the fiery purple cock head, saw it rear back into the foreskin, then suddenly come rushing back out.

The first splatter was just above his upper lip, the sudden jolt taking him by surprise. His mouth was open, as more of the hot milk came streaming out towards him. It landed on the corner of his mouth, some of the milk making its way into his open mouth. He felt himself shake, as more of the milky substance splattered across his face, and he could hear the gasping sounds from the blonde.

The body in front of him was a blur, shaking really. He could see the hips blur as the body exploded, the cum hitting his face all over, a splattering shot near his eye, making him blink. His own body was shaking, his own hand was starting to jerk his cock harder and faster, when he felt a hand grab hold of his. He felt it pull at it, as he blinked, noticing the blonde was already out of the shower area, a towel being wrapped around his waist.

Glancing up he saw Tito staring at him, his mouth open and obviously saying something, but his mind was still enthralled by the taste of the blonde’s cum. He found himself being lifted up by the wrist, and then the words all came into focus. The water had been shut off, and he found a towel being thrust at him, as he realized that he was being directed into the other room, where the blonde had disappeared.

His cock ached, as he took the towel and followed the light guy and camera guy. Tito was behind him, urging him forward. Entering the room he saw two other naked guys, all watching some flick on a small television screen. They didn’t even bother to look up as he entered the room. The blonde was over by some table, grabbing a drink of some brown liquid, his cock was amazingly, still rather hard.

Off to one side was a plate of sandwiches. There were also some dildo ’s laying out, and he saw the light guy adjusting a bunch of lights that were being focussed towards a small wooden table. He stood there, shivering a little, as he watched it all, feeling strangely apprehensive as the Blonde leaned against the far wall, his cock still looking rather hard, as he sipped on his drink, while peering at Kyle over the top of the glass.

‘Grab a sandwich and drink if you want, we’ll shoot the fuck scene in 30’

He turned to see the balding man who had spoken. He was handing the camera off to Tito, who stood by, silently watching.

‘Tony you will be up first, then Cameron. Tyler, you’ll be last up, you going to be ready by then?’

‘Yeah, no problem, I’ll be ready.’

The man turned to stare at Kyle. His eyes looked angry, as he just glared at him. He shook his head, muttering something about rookies, then moved on to check on the lights, ignoring Kyle. He jumped a little, as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Tito with a small plate in his hand, pushing it towards him.

‘He’ll get over it kid, but bit of advice, don’t make the star shoot until you are told, got it?’

‘Uh yeah, thanks, I never uh…’

‘Yeah, eat this, it’ll be awhile before we break for dinner.’

Last Minute

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kelly looked up from the sales counter, across the store to the Furniture store across the way. He could see the milling crowd was thinner than before, and over by one corner he spotted Ronny. His heart did a quick beat or two as he stared at the thin figure. His back was to Kelly, and he couldn’t help but admire his figure. The firm buttocks, the long legs, all made him feel aroused.

It wasn’t that he was a pervert or anything, but damn Ronny was one of those special young men, who just automatically got your emotions racing. He had the thin face, longish hair that would curl at the ends, the sparkling eyes, and thin lips that just seemed to beg for someone to plant a wet one on them.

He had a smile that would melt granite. His whole face would seem like a spotlight had been turned on, and you could feel it, least he did. Yet each time he had met him, stood next to him, he felt like some vagabond. Not that he considered himself ugly or unattractive, just not in Ronny’s league.

They might be the same height, close in weight too, but it ended there. He didn’t have the muscle definition that Ronny had, nor the self confidence either. He was always tongue tied around him, yet each time they had met, spoken a few words, he felt a connection he couldn’t explain.

Kelly had met Ronny a few weeks earlier. He was bringing in some boxes of merchandise to the store, and was having a bit of a time keeping his balance. Ronny had come out and had reached out to help steady him, preventing him from falling flat on his face. It was that first touch that had set him off, made his whole body suddenly ache. Seeing him and talking to him had nearly put him over the edge, but somehow he had managed to contain his racing hormones. He had almost blurted out his desire too, which had scared the shit out of him. Kelly always was the cautious type, but Ronny seemed to nearly break through that, which only made him more attractive to Kelly.

Each time they had met, he had felt like he was back in High School. Granted it was not that long ago, only a year, but Kelly wasn’t exactly a rookie at picking up guys, or being picked up. Yet around Ronny, he felt like back in the days when he had a crush on school friend, yet could never bring himself to find out if it was returned. He was certain he had missed out on some damn good fun, but better to miss out than get the crap kicked out of you.

While he didn’t think Ronny would hit him, there always was the chance. The guy was his age, and these days who knew how someone would react when your intentions were made known. Christ, he was starting to sound like his Dad, as he leaned over the sales counter, staring at Ronny’s backside.

He just couldn’t get him out of his mind, and he knew that he wouldn’t have another chance, after tonight. It was Christmas Eve, and then his part time job would be over. No more daily glimpses of low down on Ronny, who was the son of the Owner. She had noticed his infatuation, and they had known each other from the local gay bar.

From her, he had learned that Ronny was a Mormon, had gone to a private school, but had gotten into some trouble of which no one would talk about. His working at the store was supposedly part of his punishment, which made Kelly feel for him. He couldn’t explain it, but the idea of Ronny being punished, or unhappy bothered him. Melissa had tried to warn him off, to tell him it wouldn’t be worth it, but he didn’t care. There was just something about him, and despite his best intentions, the furthest he had gotten was to say hi, or talk about the weather.

He just couldn’t get the nerve up to ask him out, even for a cup of coffee. Every morning, he had talked himself into just marching over, and asking him to join him for lunch, and for two weeks he had come to work with that in mind, never once getting close to doing it. The second he would see him, putting out the displays in front of the store front, he would freeze.

Sure, he would wave, smile, but ask him out? No, he just couldn’t get the nerve up and now as he looked up at the clock, feeling his last chance evaporate with each passing tick of the clock, he grew more depressed. He really wanted to just be with him, to hear him talk about things, not to just jump his bones. Mind you that would be the ultimate, and despite his years, he actually had wished Santa would bring him Ronny.

Thinking about it, he felt like a sap, had even more or less let Melissa in on it too, which had earned him a rather bitter tongue lashing. She was not what you would call exactly sympathetic, but then she was also not one of those frilly Lesbians either. There was no doubt who wore the strap on in her relationships. Still, he wished she would have been more understanding. You didn’t just go up to someone and ask if they’d like to mess around. Least he couldn’t, unless he was in a gay bar.

He had been so lost in his thoughts, that time had passed and the sound of the mall speaker, announcing that the stores would be closing in Five minutes startled him. As Kelly looked up, he realized that he wasn’t alone. The last customers had long been gone, as people were all rushing home for Christmas Eve plans. Yet, as he looked up, there he was, standing right in front. Glancing behind him, he noticed that the store where Ronny worked was already dark, shuttered. His heart suddenly sank, realizing this would most likely be the last time he’d see Ronny.

‘Didn’t mean to startle you’

The sound of his voice, the way his eyes seemed to be looking everywhere but at him, made him stare. He felt a bit uncomfortable, also feeling his body reacting to the closeness. Then too he could smell the cologne Ronny wore, Musk. He had gotten that from Melissa, and even bought himself a bottle.

He had the idea he could give it to him, for Christmas, but so far he hadn’t the nerve. Now here he was, standing in front of him.

‘Uh, sorry, was off dreaming I guess.’

‘Sugar Plum Fairies?”

‘Huh? Oh, sorry, no, not really.’

‘Guess you’ll be heading off soon, big family dinner?’

‘Me? No, no family dinner, just me. Figured I’d grab something on the way home, uh, you?’

‘No, no family dinner for me, not this year.’

Kelly had to strain to hear him, the way his voice suddenly lowered. He could see the pain flash across his face too, and he wondered why he wasn’t going to be with his family.

‘That sucks, uh, look I know it’s last minute, but we could grab a pizza and go back to my place, it isn’t far. Besides I hate eating alone, that is uh, if you want.’

For a second or two he thought Ronny would refuse. He had spoken so fast, that he wasn’t even sure if Ronny had heard him clearly. Then when his face seemed to lighten up, the eyes sparkle again and he agreed, it was like being on top of a cloud. His palms were sweating as he rushed around, closing up.

He was pulling in the stuff from out in front, and Ronny was helping. It felt so exciting that he almost dropped one of the wooden statues he was carrying. To be so close to him, to smell that cologne, and to think he would be coming to his apartment, was giving him a glow he had never quite felt before. It was as if maybe, his Christmas wish was being granted, in some sense.

The closing of the shutters, and the walk to the Pizza joint near his apartment were a blur. He couldn’t help but just enjoy the walk, being close and watching their breath steam out, twisting and turning to mingle together. It was almost like being in heaven, and then to find out that they had the same taste in Pizza only added to the giddy feeling inside.

Opening the door to his apartment was a chore. He fumbled with the key, and then finally opened the door. Kelly let Ronny in first, and then followed him into the small living room, where he stopped dead in his tracks. He had forgotten that he hadn’t cleaned up.

Out on the coffee table was his copy of Freshmen, and the small box of cologne he had planned on giving to Ronny. He was suddenly terrified as Ronny moved closer and stared down at the Magazine, and the bottle of Musk cologne. Next to it, was some wrapping paper, and a card.

Ronny took his jacket off, and laid it down over the one arm chair. He reached down, and picked up the magazine, flipping through it. Kelly felt his heart stop, felt the pain in his chest as he waited for the angry retort. His hands didn’t even feel the heat from the pizza anymore, as he was certain that his evening was ruined, that Ronny would turn around and walk out. Least he hoped that would be the worst of it, as he stood there, mortified, waiting.

The sound of pages being flipped only made him more edgy. Why couldn’t he just say it, call him a faggot or something, and leave. The suspense of waiting for the obvious condemnation was killing him. Then he watched as Ronny tossed the magazine back onto the table. He then picked up the bottle of cologne.

‘You use this too?’

He couldn’t speak, and just shook his head in the negative. Where was the anger, the look of disdain he had expected? It didn’t make sense as he managed to mutter that it was a gift for someone.

‘Lucky friend’

‘It’s for you’ he blurted out, looking down at his feet, as he put the cooling pizza down on the small telephone table. He didn’t know why he had said it, but it was true, as he waited.

‘Really?’

‘Yes’

Ronny picked it up and Kelly watched as his face seemed to be in a state of change. One second it was glowing, then seemed dark, brooding even. It was totally unreal, as he watched Ronny put the box of cologne back onto the table. Then he walked up closer to stand in front of Kelly.

‘How did you know?’

‘Huh? Oh, uh Melissa mentioned it, and I…’

‘No, not that, about me? How did you know I was, I mean that…’

‘I didn’t, I mean, I just, I can’t explain it, it was just that, from the first time, I just.. oh Shit, I never…’

Ronny laughed, a sort of giggle really which was more from nervousness than anything else. Then he stopped abruptly, as he stared deep into Kelly’s face. His eyes seemed to be filled with exploding lights, as he just looked into Kelly’s face. Then one hand came up, and he ran the back of his hand down the side of Kelly’s face.

He let his fingers run across the lips, as he stared into Kelly’s face. Kelly could feel his heart beating, feeling his body tense up to the touch, but he also felt the strange flow of electricity though his entire being. His own eyes were staring, feeling the connection between them growing with each touch, each passing second.

Kelly reached out, to touch the hand by his chin, and they stood there, both of them quivering as they just looked at each other. Slowly Kelly found himself leaning forward, his eyes fluttering as they gradually closed while he came closer to Ronny. He could smell the cologne, the scent becoming stronger the closer he got, and then his head seemed to tilt to one side, knowing that Ronny’s head had also tilted.

The light touch of his lips on Ronny’s mouth made his whole body tingle. It was like being hit by a thousand volts of pure energy. His chest ached, as the air left him in a rush, leaving him breathless. His ears were ringing as he found his arms moving down Ronny’s side, and reaching around him.

He felt Ronny’s hands slide down his body, resting on the top of his hips, as Ronny’s mouth began to open. His did as well, and he felt the warm breath enter his mouth, knowing it was Ronny’s. There was a hint of a breath mint, as his tongue slowly reached out, touching Ronny’s.

He felt his lips pushing firmly up against Ronny’s mouth, felt them returning the firm press, and then suddenly his mind was clouded with a roar of emotions. His body shook, as they kissed harder and tasted each other. Their tongues were licking and darting like tiny darts, each one adding to the wave of excitement and pleasure being felt all over.

His hands were clutching at Ronny’s buttocks, the fingers digging into those two orbs of perfect flesh. He could feel them shiver to his touch, feel his own body shake as Ronny’s fingers dug into the thin layer of his skin by his hips. He felt himself groan as they kissed hard, and the heat from their desire began to seep through their clothes.

Everything was a blur of shadows, as they held each other, touched each other. He didn’t realize they had shuffled into his bedroom, until he heard the bed squeak as Ronny straddled his chest. The room was dark, and he realized that his shirt was open, his pants as well. His eyes grew accustomed to the dark and could see the tail of Ronny’s shirt on either side of the upright torso. He could see the flesh gleaming, the perfect toned body above him.

The dark firm nipples seemed to stand out in the dark, as he felt the warmth on his chest from Ronny’s groin. Glancing down, he saw the belt was open, the top button undone. His hands were pulling at them, forcing the zipper down, as if they were independent of his control. His legs were taut, as he saw the pants spread open, a gleaming white patch now showing. Just above them was curly dark hair, that fascinated him. His eyes stared at them as he watched the body rise up and his hands pull down on the jeans, then the white jockey shorts.

He could hear his beating heart, hear his short gasps for air, as somehow he managed to wiggle the clothes off, to be faced by a fully erect cock. White cream was forming around the tip on the head, as he stared at the fully exposed cock, the foreskin already pulled back by the obvious arousal. Kelly could hear the panting breath from above, as the long pole suddenly seemed to waver and shake, as it came closer to his waiting mouth.

Nothing made sense to him, and he couldn’t even remember how he got into this position, nor did he care. In front of him, was the most beautiful penis he had ever seen. He felt his head moving forward, his eyes watching as his hands moved around the exposed thighs. He felt the fingers grapping hold of the hips, digging into the hot flesh, until they couldn’t go any further. His eyes stared wide eyed, as he watched the head of Ronny’s exposed cock come closer.

His tongue licked out, flicking at the white cream and as it touched it, he felt himself shake. His body bucked a little, and the cock seemed to jerk too, as he tasted the precum. His body was aching in ways he couldn’t explain, nor did he care, as he moved one hand to surround the thick cock at its base.

The hand brushed past the thick crop of pubic hairs, then gripped the shaft. It pressed inwards, as he licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the precum before he let them slowly brush up against the head of Ronny’s cock. Kelly felt Ronny begin to tremble, as his lips spread apart, surrounding the hot cock head. Gradually he moved his head forward, while the cock was pushed towards him.

Kelly could feel himself thrashing, as he felt his lips hold tightly onto the throbbing cock, that he gradually took deep into his own throat. He could feel every nerve inside of his body, every hair on his body, tingle as he tasted the hard cock, felt it shake inside his mouth. It was like being in the middle of an electrical storm. Thousands of hard jolts striking him all over. Every part of his body was feeling the jolts, his legs were taut, cramping even, as he felt his hands clenching at the bare butt cheeks. The fingers digging deep, holding the shaking flesh tight, while pulling them towards himself.

The long wailing moans seemed distant, compared to the wild beat and thunder of his own heart. They all echoed and swirled around in his ears, as he tasted the hot flesh inside of his mouth, felt the throbbing veins wrapped around the cock, as Ronny’s blood rushed through them, thickening and stretching the skin even tighter. He could feel it all while at the same time, felt the thickening and pulsing of his own cock, still trapped in his pants.

His hands were roaming urgently across the skin, pushing and touching every part of Ronny’s body as his head moved back and forth along the pole. Ronny’s hips were moving in and out, in time with Kelly’s face, as the cock slid in and out. Each time it entered, it seemed to go deeper, to be thicker, to be more alive.

His lungs hurt, his whole body was in torment, as he felt Ronny’s cock head jerking and banging against the sides of his throat. He could feel its heat, feel its power as his lips refused to let go. They held the hard shaft tightly, even as the cock head suddenly reared backwards. He heard Ronny cry, heard his garbled groan, a second before the cock head came rushing forward one more time.

As it did, he felt the stream of milk suddenly escape, splattering against the back of his throat, before falling down the opening. He gagged a little as the huge stream continued for a second or two, before the head once more was rearing back, reloading. His own moans mixed with Ronny’s, as more of the thick salty cream filled his throat and mouth. Kelly could feel some dribbling out from the corners of his lips, but he was swallowing as fast as he could.

Still more of the precious milk was filling his mouth, still escaping from around his lips, as he gagged, trying to take it all, failing. His whole body was shaking, as he felt his own cock jerking, felt his own balls pushing up and as the last of Ronny’s milk was dribbling into his mouth, his was just beginning to explode.

His legs shot out, his hips pushed up, then collapsed down, while his hand gripped Ronny’s hips hard. His cock was shooting its load, as he felt himself leaning back down into the pillow on his bed. He felt the rolling waves of his orgasm making him shiver, sending rolling tremors of pleasure through his whole body.

Kelly felt the cock slip from his mouth, felt the body sag onto him, then roll off to the side, a hand resting on his heaving chest, as his body continued to quiver to the rolling tremors inside. The mist that clouded his eyes was slowing clearing, as he felt his body slowly subside, as he turned his head to stare into Ronny’s face. There was a look of hunger in them, a look of desire that only made him quiver more.

Ronny moved in closer, his head moved in and Kelly felt a soft gentle kiss on his cheek, then the hand on his heaving chest moved down, to rest over his groin. He smiled, as his eyes fluttered, as he placed his own hand over Ronny’s side, under his open shirt. He let his fingers spread open, as he moved in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

His eyes opened, staring into the soft glowing face. Ronny was gently caressing him, the hands lightly moving over his bare stomach, the fingers gently running near his waist band. Kelly turned his body slightly, as Ronny’s hand moved down to grip the pants, and fumble with the pants button. Ronny looked up, smiled as he whispered to Kelly, ‘Merry Christmas’ just as Ronny’s fingers undid the pants button.

The Little Things

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved
He didn’t think that it was petty, or small minded. No matter what Ted might think, his decision wasn’t based on what happened years ago when he was in High School. This was business, and he just really didn’t think that good old ‘Chase the Amazing’ was the right person for the job. Sure he was one of those, the type every kid knew when in school, the ultra cool, the elite, the upper class in the pecking order of juvenile life.

He and Ted, on the other hand, were the cannon fodder for ‘those kind’. They were the nerds, the one’s who took studying seriously, who wore the pocket protectors, who didn’t have all the latest fashions to wear. Ted was luckier than he was, least he wasn’t a total geek, a total ugly duckling. Even back then, Ted was a bit of a stud, except for his inability to play sports.

He might not have been able to catch a ball, hit one, or dribble one, but when his long tapered fingers touched a keyboard, he could make it sing, even then. Chase on the other hand, he could make a football sing. It was like he had radar for eyes, and his fingers were like precision targeting triggers. Add into that his looks, and he was the poster boy for ‘them’.

Grudgingly, Norm had to admit that Ted was right that Chase never did go out of his way to make their lives miserable. He had shown some class that way, but it didn’t alter the fact, he was a Jock, and looked down on the others. Now, here he was, not yet 25, and already in charge of a small fortune. Between him and Ted, they were considered to be the Elite in their profession.

Ted had been his first. Hell he had been his only one, though he sure as hell wasn’t Ted’s first. That was natural though. While he had been the typical 98lb weakling, wearing glasses with a crew cut hair, Ted was nearly 6 foot, certainly fuller framed than he was. He had a long torso, nice almost six pack like the Jocks, and he had a sort of look that made him sexy. The way his brown hair would hang over his eyes at times, always a bit shaggy, the long hooked nose, the thin lips, all gave him an air of mystery, of danger, that seemed to ward off the more nastier of their school mates.

Like most kids, he had grown out of his adolescent stage, his body was no longer emaciated. While he still wasn’t a giant, his body was more sculpted, more firm than when in High School. He had a solid frame, no real added fat, and he worked out. Not what you would expect from a geek, but he enjoyed his time lifting weights, jogging with Ted in the morning.

Those were his special moments. When he would feel the wind in his face as the two of them would jog through the local park together, talking and just enjoying the freedom of being outside. It also made their desire for each other unbearable. The last leg of their morning jog always became a race, to see who could get to the shower first.

He won got control of the soap, and that always led to some interesting fun. Just like this morning, when Ted had turned on the jets, and surprised him on the home stretch, winning control of the soap. Norm was smart enough to know, that most of his own victories were Ted’s way of supporting him. Truth was, Ted could always beat him, when he wanted to, and this morning he certainly did.

Maybe it was the argument about Chase, or the memories of High School, but this morning Ted seemed to be out to prove something. The way he had taken the lead in the morning Jog, the run to the finish only seemed to make it all the more exciting. He couldn’t explain it, but pumping his legs and arms, trying to overtake Ted had only heightened his feelings for Ted.

The smell of his sweat, the way his butt had swayed in the old faded blue gym shorts as he surged ahead, had all given him a boner long before they got inside of the house. The way Ted didn’t really wait either, how he had leaned over, puffing from the run, then had reached out to grab his hand as he walked past, puffing himself.

The touch of his hand, the strength of it as it grabbed hold of his wrist, holding him back. He had been surprised, and as he looked over his shoulder and down at Ted, he had felt a sort of exhilaration that surprised him. Then when Ted stood up, and pulled him close to him, so he could feel Ted’s own arousal, it all seemed to be like he was standing amidst exploding fireworks.

How his heart has pounded then, how his body had suddenly ached and not from the running either. It still lingered in his memory now, as he stared at his desk. He could still feel Ted’s touch, the way his lips had crushed into his, had spread his own thin lips apart, to force his tongue into his mouth. The way it had driven inside of his mouth, had tasted him, then the hard press of the kiss, that left him breathless. It was like it had just happened, as he felt his face flush a little.

The memory was too real, as his body was once more aroused. Recalling how Ted had held him so tight, it hurt. The way the arms were wrapped around him, the hands groping at his buttocks, squeezing his cheeks hard. The fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

Entering the bathroom off their bedroom was still clouded by the whirling emotions he had felt. The sudden noise of the water spurting, the way he had ripped his own shorts off, kicking the runners off, knocking the garbage pail in the corner. How he had felt as Ted continued to grope at him, his own hands following suit. How he too, had held the firm cheeks, squeezing and grabbing the mounds of flesh.

Norm could still feel Ted’s hand rubbing his crotch just before pulling back, so he could drop his shorts. How when he stood up, he could see Ted’s chiselled body glistening, the sweat cooling but leaving a bright sheen to the golden flesh. The way his nipples were already erect, how hard his cock looked as it jutted out from the dark brown bush of hair.

Yet it was his eyes that he could still see. The way they had darkened, seemed to be like a dark void where only lightning existed. How they had flashed was amazing, as he felt his own naked body being guided into the large shower. The feel of the warm spray from the wall jets, set into each corner, only made him more aroused.

Norm’s hands were touching him all over, poking and prodding in a sort of controlled frenzy. The sense of urgency was unmistakable, as Ted kissed him again, as they stood in the centre of the shower. The warm water spray adding to the tingle inside. The soft patter of water only making him moan more, as Ted’s hands moved across his chest, then his stomach.

It was amazing at how he could feel his heart, and Ted’s. Their bodies had wrapped around each other, and then he felt Ted applying the soap to his back. His hand glided over his trembling skin, as he lightly began to cover him in soap, from head to toe. His hand would reach up to the dispenser in the corner, then softly work the liquid into a lather, that was slowly dripping down his frame, as he stood there, feeling the love.

Norm had stood there, feeling his body being lathered. The gentle touch of the hand as it moved along his skin, just touching it enough to be felt. His nerves were tingling, as the gentle touch moved across his chest. The fingers lightly playing around each nipple, then over them. It was like he was being lit on fire, as his body trembled with excitement.

The water had been turned down, to an even finer misting spray, as he felt Ted kiss him under his chin, in the hollow of his neck. The hands were down at his stomach, then he felt the one hand move across his belly, down towards his groin. He felt the fingers run across the top of his erect cock, felt the rolling tremors deep inside, as the fingers moved across his cock head.

Norm could feel Ted’s hot breath on his neck, the way he was panting, feeling the same excitement he was feeling. His heart was pounding, his chest heaving, as Ted’s finger moved down and then around the bulging head. Lightly it moved around his shaking cock, then the tip slid down the underside of his hard penis until it was lightly poking into the top of his scrotum. He had groaned then, shuffling forward a bit, letting his body get closer.

His cock head swayed and brushed past Ted’s own hard cock. It made them both shudder, as Ted suddenly let his arms go around and pull Norm closer. He held him tight, then slowly he reached around and was redirecting the various shower nozzles. He could feel the spray around his midriff, as he also felt Ted slowly sliding down his body.

He was kissing him, even biting at his flesh as he moved down till he was on his knees. The sprays of warm water were all directed at his middle, and he could feel their gentle patter against his thighs, his groin. Then he felt Ted’s head begin to redirect the spray to the sides, as his mouth moved down, licking and kissing until it was over his cock.

A sudden deluge of warm water began striking at his groin, as Ted leaned back, one hand holding Norm’s aching balls in the palm. Looking down he could only see Ted’s soaked hair, but he could feel his eyes staring at him, feel them as they gazed at his cock.

The touch of Ted’s lips on his cock made him moan, his hands take hold of Ted’s shoulders, digging in. His body trembled as he felt his cock being kissed, then licked ever so lightly. The spray of water only adding to the feelings that were rushing through his whole body.

Then he felt himself being turned around, and he pushed lightly over to the far wall. Staggering a little, a bit confused he shuffled forward, until he felt the strong hands spreading his legs. Then one hand moved up his backside, forcing him to lean forward. He was confused, as he felt his legs being slowly pushed apart, then the hands began to massage his buttocks.

They pushed, pulled at the flesh, then every now and then Ted would lean in, kissing his flesh, a playful slap on the other side. Then Norm felt the hands moving inwards, and the fingers reaching towards each other. He felt his cheeks quiver, sucked in his breath, as his cheeks were slowly pulled apart. The fingers had dug into his flesh, along the inside.

As his cheeks opened, more of the warm water began to run down his valley. He felt the trickle around his hole, then he felt something else. Ted had began to lick at the top of his buttocks, and he could feel his tongue, as it licked at the top of his cheeks, at the soft flesh just inside, between his two cheeks.

His body shook, as the tongue began to slide down his valley, aided by the streaming rush of warm water. His thighs tightened, the muscles coiling, as the tongue moved down until it came to his hole. He felt his little pink hole quiver, felt the tremors, as Ted’s tongue circled around it, then suddenly he felt the tip of it on his hole.

Norm had cried out then, as the edge of Ted’s tongue curled and slowly began to move inwards, to spread apart his pink hole. He felt the nerves tingling, felt his muscles tighten, his legs becoming taut, as Ted’s tongue penetrated him.

Groaning loudly, he felt his whole body shake, felt his cock jerk from side to side, as the waves of pleasure began to race up and down his body. Ted dug his tongue in deep, licking at his insides, tasting him in a way Ted had never done before. His cries were loud, yet he didn’t seem to hear them over the roar of his beating heart. He could feel the blood rushing inside his body, feel his cock aching so much that he took one hand off the wall to grab hold of it.

Norm’s hand reached around and gripped his own cock hard. His breathing was ragged, water dripped down off his face as he felt the tongue digging between his buttocks. The sound of Ted licking him, only made him cry out more. His legs were quivering as he began to stroke his cock, feeling its warmth grow, as every part of him was shaking. His eyes closed tightly, his head tilted backwards, as Ted licked him hard and deep. He curled his tongue up, swirled it around inside of Norm, while Norm stroked his own cock. He felt the balls swelling, felt them as they pushed up into the very base of his cock, all the time feeling Ted’s tongue licking him.

Norm didn’t know how many times he had stroked his cock, three or three hundred, as time meant nothing. His eyes could see small dots of lights, even though firmly closed. His mind was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that were racing inside. His arm against the shower wall was numb, as were his legs. His body was taut, as Ted continued to lick at him, as Norm continued to milk his cock.

The pain in his balls became unbearable. Norm cried out loudly, as he felt the two full balls explode. His legs shuddered, as he felt the roaring rush of his cum leave his balls, and begin to flow through his blood gorged pole. He shook, then as he yelled, he felt the cock rear back, and then shoot forward. He almost lost his balance, as his cock jerked, as the cum began to stream out.

As it did, he felt the tongue flick up and around, then somehow dive in even deeper. His whole insides felt like they were on fire, as his hips shot forward, then back, his cum flying out from between his fingers. The warm water striking his cock, making him quiver even more, making him moan, as his body shook.

Norm felt himself being held, then twisted around. His body was still shaking, the explosion of lights behind his eyelids were brighter than ever, as he felt his cock being covered up. The beat of the spray ceased, as he felt Ted wrapping his lips around his cock, taking it all deep into his mouth. The last of his cum just dribbling out, but not to flow between his fingers, but to be swept up by the raspy edge of Ted’s tongue. He shuddered, as his body released the last of his milk.

The sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes. Norm could feel the wetness inside his pants, knowing that once more he had cum. It was the third time already, as he lifted up the receiver.

‘Yes?’

‘Your call to Mister McMasters is on line one.’

He thanked his secretary, as he punched the button for line one.

‘Chase?’

‘Yes’

‘I’ve reconsidered, maybe you do fit our needs, why don’t you meet me at the Royal, in the lounge. We’ll have a drink and discuss this further.’

‘Well, sure, I’d like that.’

‘Good, say five?’

‘Okay, five is fine.’

‘Great, we can talk about the job, and maybe relive some old memories too.’

‘Old memories?’

‘Yeah, you can tell me all about you and Ted.’

He hung up before Chase could reply, and leaned back in his chair. A smile crossed his face, as he thought about how surprised Ted would be. Ted didn’t think he would have understood, but the funny thing was, he did. Tonight at 5 it would be his turn to surprise Ted.