Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Just Another Night

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

He could feel the cock as it slid into his hole, feel it throb as it pushed past his muscle. The pain was rolling up his spine, as he bit the pillow, trying to stifle his screams, waiting for the pain of penetration to end, for the pleasure waves to race up and down his trembling body. Tony could feel the sweat beading up, feel the hard cock digging deep into his hole, spreading his insides apart like a hot knife slicing through butter.

It hurt, and yet it didn’t.

His eyes were shut tight, the taste and feel of the pillow under his face was becoming damp, as he felt the cock inside shudder, stop, then slowly pull backwards. The relief from his insides was apparent, his body was beginning to relax, when it began all over again. The pain, the sensation of being stretched, all came rushing back to him as the hard pole dug back down into his body.

Tony could hear the distant sounds of flesh slapping onto flesh. He could feel the grinding motion of the other man’s body into his buttocks, feel his hot breath on his neck, as his body pressed him further into the mattress. The bed squeaked, as the motion of pulling back then pushing back began to quicken, to become almost like one.

His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about. His whole body was tense, the nerves tingling, the muscles never getting a chance to relax, to regroup. They were like taut wires, being played hard and fast.

The hard breathing in his ear was making him twist, to try and get away. His head twisted and flopped from side to side, as the groans echoed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if they were his, or if it was from the man behind him, the man holding him down with his entire body weight. The hard thrusts were interrupted by the odd hard slap on his buttocks, first one side, then the other. It made his cheeks tingle, and then they would quiver as the man would drive down hard onto his body.

Tony felt each thrust, as it drove in, as it pushed his muscles aside, as it filled his insides. The feel of heat inside, of a greater warmth than he could generate filled his mind, he felt the beads of sweat turn into tiny little rivers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a clear picture of who was behind him, who was drilling his butt so expertly.

He remembered Jason, the bar’s waiter but it wasn’t him. Tony knew what his cock felt like, so it had to be someone new, someone he hadn’t taken home before, but his mind was unable to concentrate. The pain inside, the fast thrusts, followed by the odd twist of the cock, was overpowering his mind. It made him groan, made his hands ball up into fists, and strike the bed, as each thrust became deeper and harder.

Whoever it was, was good. He could feel his insides turning to mush. He was used to being fucked, but this was different, the cock was harder and thicker. Each time it was driven into him, he could feel it swelling, feel it stretching his insides. He cried out, enjoying the hard pain, enjoying the strange sensations more than anything. His mind felt the pain, but was amazed by the warmth it created inside.

His hair was matted from sweat, that now dripped between his closed eyelids. Some was even dripping down his hooked nose, to drop across his upper lip. He struggled to breath, feeling the ache in his chest as his whole body was pounded into the bed. He heard the springs creak their objection, felt the motion of the bed as it moved to each thrust.

Two strong hands gripped his hips, pulled him upright. His head was still buried into the pillow, but his legs were raised up, his knees and lower legs pressed into the bed. His buttocks was lifted up, driven into the hard pole, and he could feel the pubic hairs of the man behind him, scratching against his moist cheeks. His whole body was a massive puddle of sweat, salty sweat that filled the room with its odor.

As his buttocks was lifted up, held tightly, the pounding into it grew fiercer. It was like a jack hammer was in his ass, as the couldn’t tell when the cock was going out or coming in. It was fast, furious and hard. His whole body was shuddering, absorbing the shock of the hard hammer like blows. The sound of flesh banging against flesh echoed in the room, along with the heavy panting breathing of someone, other than him.

Tony moaned, his head buried deep into the pillow. He was still biting it, as the cock continued to twist and dive into his body. His butt cheeks were shaking from the force of the hard blows of the other man’s hips, as they crushed down onto his upraised buttocks. He felt his whole body moving with each thrust.

His legs ached, his cock was flopping between his upraised body. Sweat was pouring from every conceivable spot of his body, as the pounding only seemed to intensify. His limbs grew numb, his toes were curling as the pounding of his heart and heaving of his chest seemed uncontrollable. He felt himself suddenly being twisted and turned over. It was quick, and hard as he felt himself on his back.

Before his ass could collect itself, could relax, he felt the cock being wedged back up against his pink hole. His legs were lifted up, and spread apart. The hard cock was there, then was driving deep back inside of him. His head twisted, as he felt the hot breath over his face, then the press of lips against his, teeth nibbling at his own trembling lips.

His eyes fluttered as he stared up at the towering figure over him. His hips shivered, as he glanced up, trying to focus on the face behind the dangling strands of blond hair that grazed his chest and face.

Tony moaned, as he watched the head pull back, tossing the long strands of hair to one side. He saw the firm jaw, the clenched mouth, teeth over the lower lip gleaming. His chest was heaving, he could see the sweat dripping off the man, see the glitter of light across one nipple, realizing it was a nipple ring.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could pick out more details, despite the hard pounding his ass was still taking. He could see the star tattoo on the belly, the way the belly button was the centre of five painted stars radiating outwards. Looking up, he saw the one nipple ring swaying to the man’s motion, as his hips continued to pound into his upraised buttocks.

There was a light patch of matted chest hair, behind the swaying strands of blond hair. The chin was there, small tuft of wet hair visible, but it was so firm, so white that he couldn’t help but wonder. The lips were taut, and the man’s nose was shining, coated by a heavy sheen of sweat. He felt the drops on his own chest, as he struggled to stare upwards.

He heard him grunt, watched as the chin trembled a bit, then he suddenly felt the pressure inside end. He felt one ankle being released, as his eyes stared up, the head above moving to one side, glancing downwards, past his face, towards his groin.

Tony heard the man groan again, heard something else that he couldn’t place, then felt the man leaning into him, the weight of his body holding his legs upraised. Glancing down his trembling body, he saw the sheen of his own flesh, saw the tiny rivers of sweat trickling down the rolls of his flesh, and then he saw the hand between his legs.

His eyes opened even wider, as he saw the blur, the way the man’s hand was nothing but a blur, and in the centre was a huge fiery object, aimed at him. He felt himself licking his lips, as he realized the man was stroking his cock, about to cum. The muscles insides tensed as he looked at the blur, then saw the fiery head suddenly begin to split open.

The growing hole in the centre was being filled by a dull greyish color. Before his mind could assimilate what the eyes were seeing, the first stream of cum came shooting out, splattering across his lower face. Tony felt himself flinch, as the hot milk hit his lips and chin. It was almost as if burning hot oil had been poured on him.

He cried out, his head moving to one side, as more of the hot liquid splattered across his neck, then his upper shoulder. His body shook, as more cum came flying towards him. The harsh cries from the man suddenly filled his ears, as his body shook. His legs were on either side of the man, trembling and moving on their own, as he felt the splattering cum across his belly now.

His groaned, as suddenly the man above him fell fully onto his prone body. The bed groaned and they bounced a little, and Tony felt the weight solidly across his chest. His body was still quivering, and now he could feel the other man’s body. It too was shaking, as it slowly rolled off, an arm across his stomach. He felt the cum cooling on his body, still amazed at how much cum covered his body.

There was a dull ache in his ass, as he let his head roll over to one side, so he could look at the figure lying next to him. He saw the milky white skin, the long arms, as the man’s chest still heaved. The figure was as tall as him, as his head was level with Tony’s, and his toes were next to his. The body looked thin, he could see the ribs sticking out from his side.

The man next to him turned his head, and he saw the face at last. He didn’t recognize it, but the face was thin, haggard looking but the eyes. The eyes were a deep blue, and they seemed to be alive with tiny stars inside, shimmering as they stared at him. The arm that was spread over him, moved, and he could feel the long fingers inching down his prone body. They lightly ran across his skin, barely touching it, but just enough to make him tingle.

His fingers moved down, and ran lightly across his cock shaft, which immediately grew back into life. He saw a smile cross the man’s face, and for a moment he thought that he couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, but then as the fingers moved past his cock, to ran across his inner thigh, the smile left his face. He suddenly looked older, more like 22 or older, but the eyes, that once shimmered, glittered even, were slowly clouding over, growing darker, becoming impenetrable.

Tony didn’t know what was happening, his mind couldn’t put a name to the face, and yet the feeling he knew him was gnawing at him. Yet his mind wouldn’t focus, wouldn’t seek out who it was. His body shivered as the touch around his groin disappeared. The light of the room was growing darker, as his breathing became more normal. The figure next to him was slowly being swallowed up by the darkness, and he wanted to call out to him, to ask him who he was but the words wouldn’t come. His mouth felt like it had been glued shut.

Shutting his eyes, he was silently pleading for the man to take him again, to touch him more, to take his cock and make it cum, just as his had just done. He wanted to cum, wanted to let his body explode, but the man seemed to not hear him, or read his mind. He felt the darkness around him now, suddenly uncertain of where he was, of what had happened. He felt his body squirm, felt the ache growing in his groin, felt his need becoming urgent. The press of something seemed to prod his bladder, as he felt his body move.

There was a strange noise, off in the distance, but he couldn’t place it. All he wanted was to feel those long fingers reach around and grip his cock, to take his throbbing pole within, and to move up and down, to make him harder, to make him cum. He wanted to feel the fingers prod his testicles, to maybe feel those thin lips wrap around his cock, while the slender fingers dug back into his body, to make him groan again.

Still that noise was becoming louder, more annoying, as his mind tried to focus, to bridge the gap between him and the mysterious stranger. He felt the pain, from his groin, from his desire. Yet he couldn’t seem to reach the man, to find him again. He couldn’t feel him next to him, couldn’t even smell him now, just the odor of stale sweat mixed with dried cum. Desperately he tried to call out, to reach out, but the darkness wouldn’t let him. He felt something holding him back, and for a second he thought it was him, but it wasn’t.

The noise was too much. It was too loud, ruining his concentration, when his eyes popped open. There was the light again, but it came from his windows, through the curtains. He was still breathing a bit hard, as he realized at how sticky he felt. Turning around, he couldn’t see anyone, hear anyone in the room, just the damn noise.

Turning his head in its direction, he saw the flashing red numerals of his clock radio, realizing what the noise was. He sighed, as he tossed the covers off his body. He felt a bit dejected, knowing he was alone in the bed, knowing that what he had been feeling was just a result of his late night snack of spicy pizza. He sat up on the edge of his bead, letting the night’s cobweb’s clear a bit, wishing that his dream had been real.

Night at the Opera

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Tyler ran his finger under his collar, feeling uncomfortable in his monkey suit. Everyone around him was babbling away, extolling the great singing of the stars, but frankly he was bored. He had no idea why he had agreed to get all dressed up in fancy clothes, to go with Mike to watch an Opera. He wasn’t into high brow stuff, but then he couldn’t refuse Mike.

Mike had given him his chance, the opportunity to do what he did love, so attending some fancy charity Opera was the least he could do for the guy. While some assumed he was sleeping with Mike, it wasn’t true. Mike had never even hinted at wanting a sexual or romantic involvement with him, which was fine with Tyler.

After all, he was just 30, and Mike was in his early sixties. The guy had a pronounced bald spot, and his hair was snow white, least what was left of his hair. Plus, Mike was a bit on the paunchy side, while he was still trim and fit. Then too, he did work out, plus his job of landscaping certainly helped keep him lean and muscular. His arms were well developed, and he didn’t think he had much fat on his body.

Mind you, Mike didn’t seem to dispel the rumours either, which sort of bothered Tyler, but hell the guy had advanced him the cash he needed, and he owed him for taking a chance. It was all very proper, and done with a lawyer too, yet some of those queens loved to gossip, and discount Mike’s generosity.

Naturally he had wondered, if maybe Mike really did have ulterior motives, but then he realized, he was being paranoid. Mike never asked much of him, until now and so he had to get dressed up and sit through some screaming old ladies, and guys in tights. It wasn’t a bad trade off, considering what he had to show for it.

‘Bit stuffy in here, isn’t it?’

Tyler turned to see a rather handsome man standing next to him. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and Tyler could see how his eyes seemed to be boring in on him. He had no idea who the guy was, but found his appearance intriguing. He had a sort of shagged cut to his hair, a two toned affair that just seemed to suit his rather rugged looking face.

The man had a pronounced square chin, with a rather hooked nose. The lips were thin and pale, but the eyes, though dark, seemed to be sparkling with life. He was as tall as Tyler, and as well built too, but there was no way he was 30 years old. Maybe closer to 40, but the way he filled out his own monkey suit made him look more like a professional athlete than a stuffed business shirt type.

‘Yeah a bit.’

‘There is a nice garden out the side, we can grab some fresh air.’

‘Okay, I could use some air.’

He didn’t know why, but it didn’t sound like a line, plus he really could use some fresh air. Going with this stranger, wasn’t going to violate any rules, given he was single. Still he could just hear the crowing from some of the others, as he walked behind the stranger. There was Darren, who opened his eyes wide as they passed by, then there was Max, who was nothing but a screaming Queen, always bitching about something, yet never doing much of anything but bitch. They would have the news of his walk outside speeding through the gang in no time, but he didn’t really give a damn. Frankly he was tired of their shit, and this guy was hot, whoever he was.

Standing outside, he breathed in deeply. The air was scented by the various flowers in the garden of the Opera House, and it was relaxing. Tyler could feel his muscles relaxing, his body no longer feeling like it was on display as he sipped at his own glass of wine.

‘Name is Hayden, Hayden MacDonnell.’

‘Hi, Tyler, Tyler Washburn, nice to meet you.’

‘You aren’t a regular here, how’d you get roped into this, or are you a late lover of Opera?’

‘Me? No, I am not an Opera fan, but a friend asked, and well, he’s a good friend, so here I am.’

Hayden stared at Tyler, as he sipped on his almost empty glass of wine. He could see the mind working, absorbing the information, making assumptions like everyone else, or so it seemed to Tyler.

‘Must be a good friend to get you to put up with all this.’

‘He is, but not in the way some might think.’

Hayden chuckled as he finished off the wine in his glass, and looked at Tyler. His eyes seemed to roam all over him, staring at his face, his body, and his crotch. A small flicker of his eyes flashed past as they took in his groin, but it was a fleeting moment. The eyes seemed to capture all of him as they settled back on his face.

‘Can’t blame them for that, you aren’t what one would call, unattractive.’

‘Thank you, I think, but it doesn’t really bother me, though at times it gets under my skin.’

‘I can imagine, though I don’t know, being under your skin, now that is an interesting concept.’

He held his glass to his lip, mouth open, as he stared at Hayden. He saw the eyes flicker, saw the small curl around the lips, and how his nostrils were flaring at bit, as he waited for Tyler’s response. It was strange, but he felt his own body stiffen, grow a bit excited as well. The stirring in his own groin was rather pleasing, as he wondered about the man across from him.

‘Sounds like you are hitting on me. Are you?’

‘Only if it is appropriate, and welcomed, I’d hate to hit on someone who was, uh shall we say uninterested?’

‘Oh, I am interested, but curious, why me?’

Hayden smiled, and Tyler saw the creases in his face, the wrinkles that became laugh lines and how the eyes seemed to sparkle even more, was amazing. It seemed like he had dropped years in appearance, and now Tyler revised his estimate, thinking perhaps Hayden wasn’t much older than him.

‘Does it matter why?’

‘No, no I guess not, just, I don’t know, curious I guess, maybe I am just fishing for compliments.’

‘I see, and yet I don’t think you really seek compliments or need any ego boosts. I think, frankly, that you are sure of yourself, enough so, that you don’t need some meaningless flattery, empty platitudes, which maybe is also answers your question.’

Tyler felt his legs tremble a little, and he felt like he was suddenly in the presence of someone special. The words were flowery, and yet they seemed to strike deep inside of him. He could feel his heart quicken a little, as he did enjoy the compliments given, even if they were said in a way that made them not seem like compliments, but more like facts. It felt as if Hayden knew him, knew him in a way that no one else did. A bit scary actually, as he smiled at Hayden.

‘Damn, you are good.’

‘Thank you Tyler Washburn, but I am good at other things too, if you are interested in finding out.’

The wink at the end made him almost fall to the ground. His legs became very weak, but somehow he held his ground. This guy was truly good, and yet for some strange reason, he felt totally out of his league. It was strange, to be pursued this way, so openly and yet not. The obvious inference was tantalizing, as he drained the last of his wine, knowing he couldn’t just walk away.

‘I certainly am, Mr. McDonnell.’

Hayden took the empty glass from Tyler’s hand, and placed it down on the edge of the planter they were standing next to. He moved in closer, to a point where Tyler could smell his cologne, and feel the warmth of the man. His eyes stared deeply into Hayden’s, when he felt the arm reach around his waist, and pull him in closer.

The touch of Hayden’s lips on his was like a match flaring. His whole body shook as he felt the brush of lips on his, as he felt the fingers dig a bit into the flesh of his back. His knees felt like they were about to buckle, as they embraced.

Hayden pulled his face back, as he smiled. He reached for Tyler’s hand, as he softly muttered ‘tasty’ and then led Tyler off the cobblestone footpath. They went behind the planter where Tyler had left his empty glass, to move in among the tall plants, and brush that filled the yard.

In a strange way, it felt rather naughty, to be walking in expensive shoes, dress pants, through bushes, while a few feet away hundreds of others were drinking wine, talking, and waiting for the intermission to end. To them, the Opera was the show, and yet Tyler felt like he was about to see the real show.

The brush of plants across his legs, the darkness of the night, broken by the yellow glow from the large glass windows of the Opera House only added to his sense of excitement. He had no idea where they were going, but Hayden seemed to know his way around.

They pushed some branches aside, and suddenly the yellow glow was gone. The area was pitch black, and all he could see was a shadow outline of the man who had led him here. He could hear the hard breathing too, as he looked around, smelling the scent of earth, mingled with the fragrance of the flowers.

His eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and Tyler could make more shapes out, see a bit clearer. His heart was pounding, as Hayden reached out, and grabbed him tightly in his arms. He felt his body being pulled towards the man, who suddenly was kissing him hard.

Tyler felt his lips being assaulted, as the force of the kiss took him by surprise. His lips parted, as Hayden’s tongue quickly darted inside. He felt it lick at the roof of his mouth, play with the tip of his own tongue that seemed to have been taken by surprise. He exhaled, feeling the excitement growing inside of him.

Hayden’s hands were moving up and down his backside, reaching for his buttocks, grabbing a handful of his flesh, and squeezing Tyler’s fleshy cheeks. His body reacted on its own, as he found his own hands roaming along Hayden’s side. He felt his fingers reaching around, grabbing Hayden’s buttocks, feeling Hayden’s body react, feeling the thrill his touch gave the man.

The kiss was hard and soon he found Hayden’s lips pressed against his chin, then underneath it. He felt the warm press, the hot breath waft across his neck, as the man licked the hollow of his neck. His head was tilted back, and his hands were up holding Hayden’s shoulders, when he felt the hard press against his groin.

Hayden had moved one hand to grope at Tyler’s groin. The hand moved his stiffening cock and then he felt the fingers struggling at the waistband. Soon he felt his pants being opened, felt the hand quickly dart inside to take hold of his fully aroused cock. He moaned as he felt the fingers wrapping around his cock. The fingers spread outwards, and with the palm of his hand, Hayden began to rub his cock, the soft silk material of his shorts making it seem effortless.

His lungs began to ache, as he held onto Hayden, letting his hand move across his belly, his groin. Then he felt the hot fingers push past his shorts, to dig down inside, to touch his throbbing cock. The touch of flesh on flesh made him squirm a little, made him moan a bit more.

Tyler felt the cool night air waft across his belly, his skin exposed. He knew his shorts and pants had been pushed down, and he felt one of his own hands reach down, and pull up his shirt, as Hayden lowered himself to his knees.

His body trembled, as he felt the soft kiss on his belly, felt the tongue lick at his exposed belly button, then lick downwards, towards his groin. The tongue moved slowly, and he found his free hand now clenching tightly Hayden’s shoulder.

Tyler pushed his legs apart, as far as possible. His stance was wide, as he felt the man licking at his pubic hairs. Each one seemed to be standing up, as Hayden licked them, touching the soft skin beneath, grazing it lightly with his tongue. Moaning constantly, he felt the man shuffle in closer, felt the hot breath across the top of his erect cock. His body was tightening, the muscles becoming like steel.

He shut his eyes, his head tilted backwards, as Hayden licked at him. The tongue licked down and around his cock, tasting the flesh between his groin and thigh. Tyler groaned, as waves of pleasure came rushing up. His head became a bit dizzy, light headed, as Hayden’s tongue continued to lick around his cock. The quick darting caress of his scrotum, made his legs quiver.

Hayden certainly was good, as the tip of the tongue prodded each of his balls, lightly moving them around in the sac, then suddenly he felt the tip up against the bottom of his cock. He felt it dig at the base of his cock, then slowly lick around the whole shaft, at the very base. His body shook, as the man’s stubble brushed against his cock, as the face moved around, while the tongue continued to taste him.

Then his whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire. Hayden let his tongue lick upwards, on the underside of the throbbing pole. Slowly it licked at him, right up to the tip, where it moved over the cock head, licking up the pre cum that was oozing out. Then it circled around the head, tasting the flesh just under the head.

The tongue pressed hard on the skin, and he felt his cock moving, as once more Hayden’s tongue moved down the underside, back down towards his groin. Tyler whimpered, as the tongue licked around the base of the cock, then began to slowly travel up the shaft, on the top.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, as the tongue licked up, stopping at the cap of his cock head. Then it moved around the head. A hand held his base, as he heard the sounds, felt the raspy edged tongue lick at his cock. His own nostrils were flaring, as he tried to suck in the air, but he couldn’t. His whole body was on fire, as he felt Hayden pull his mouth back, then he felt the warm press of the lips at the tip of his cock.

His head fell backwards, his hips shot forward, driving his cock between the lips, but Hayden was ready for him. He let his head move back, just a bit, so that the head couldn’t fully penetrate his mouth. His lips grew tighter before his head moved back in towards Tyler. They slowly allowed his cock head to enter, and he felt the saliva coat the head, mixing with the oozing pre cum.

Finally his cock was buried inside of Hayden’s mouth. It felt unreal, as the lips continued to press tightly on his cock, the man’s nose wedged into his groin. He felt like all the air in his lungs had been pushed out, as his chest heaved. His heart was pounding, the pulse was racing so fast he was sure he’d have a stroke.

Hayden seemed to sense his need, as he began to pull back, then push forward. Tyler’s hips were starting to move too, matching Hayden’s head movement. His was fucking the man’s face, feeling his hard cock banging against the inside of the mouth. He felt it go down the opening of the man’s throat, felt the muscles of the throat constrict around his pole.

He had many others suck his cock, but none seemed to come close to making him feel like this. His body was shaking all over, his eyes were glazed over, as he struggled to hold back, to not surrender so fast. It was hard, but each time he thought he was winning, Hayden would twist his mouth around his cock, and he would begin to lose his control. Then it would ease, let him take charge again, which soon was once more on the brink of being taken away.

He had no idea how long it went on, but as he once more felt like he couldn’t hold on anymore, the pressure didn’t stop. This time it went further, as Hayden reached between his legs, his tongue licking around the cock head inside his mouth. His hand moved under his balls, a finger moving up between his buttocks, and then his hand lay across both cheeks. It pushed him into Hayden, making him stumble a bit, making his cock dig deeper in the man’s throat.

Then the hand moved away, a single finger now prodded him, and before he could stop, it was impaled into his rectum. He cried out, the sudden penetration making him tremble, making his nerves tingle. Then the tongue licked his cock, and he felt his body going over the edge. His mouth was open, his tongue handing out, his eyes rolled back into the socket, as he felt the explosion deep inside.

The finger dug deep into his rectum, his cock was taken deep into the throat, as he felt Hayden’s nose digging into the soft belly of his groin. His body shook, his legs trembled, his arms fell to the side, as the blood left them, rushing to his throbbing cock.

A soft gagging sound barely registered, as his heart suddenly roared in his ears. It was like being in a long tunnel, with a jet engine roaring in the distance. The sound was deafening, as his heart thundered, as his body became a series of rolling spasms. His balls hurt, his buttocks clenched tightly, making the finger move inwards a bit further, and his hips shot outwards, with all of his weight behind them.

Hayden held his ground, as Tyler felt his cock lodged firmly into the man’s throat. Then he felt it rear back, felt it tremble, then felt the rolling thunder inside of him explode outwards. His whole body shook, his head was swimming, his eyes closed tight was reflecting brilliant flashes of red and blue bolts. His hips were pressing into Hayden’s face, trying to press inside, past his mouth, as his cock released its milk.

He didn’t know how many times he had cummed, or how much. He was exhausted, ready to fall to the ground, as his entire body seemed spent, seemed totally exhausted. He felt himself still trembling, as his cock came free from Hayden’s mouth. Tyler couldn’t believe how drained he was feeling, as he sensed Hayden’s figure now standing in front of him, no longer kneeling.

The man’s arms reached out, and wrapped around him, and he collapsed into them. He was totally exhausted as he let Hayden hold him upright. Slowly he managed to feel like he could stand on his own, and lifted himself up out of Hayden’s embrace.

‘Jesus’ was all he could say, as he pulled his shorts up and then his pants.

‘The bell just sounded, intermission is over.’

Tyler looked at Hayden, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the man would do for a finale.

‘That was no intermission for me, more like a hell of an opening act.’

Hayden laughed, as he brushed his trousers off, and began to lead the way out from behind the bushes. His hand was warm to Tyler’s touch, and it felt like tiny electrical shocks as they made their way back to the pathway.

‘Take my card, phone me when you get home, and I’ll see if I can’t arrange a killer final act for you.’

Grinning from ear to ear, he took the card, and put into his pants pocket, his hand holding it tightly. He knew he didn’t have to say a word, that his expression was enough to tell Hayden to expect his call.

Most of the people had already left for their seats when they made their way back inside. He saw Max staring at him, his eyes bulging wide as he took in the two of them, and the state of their attire. He didn’t give a damn what the little shit thought, as he just kept the huge grin on his face, his hand clutching the card in his pant’s pocket.

He couldn’t wait till this Opera was over, so he could continue with his own personal one, with Hayden.

Playing Paddy Cake with Pat

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Jordan stared at his reflection. His hair was just right, the frosted tips has just the right amount of glitter spread threw them. It lay perfectly over his head, and the bags under his eyes were well covered by the make up he used. His eyes stared at each imperfection on his face, noting that no pimples had popped up in the last hour, and there wasn’t any sheen to his golden colored flesh.

He was ready, as he sighed, and turned to head out. Tonight was his turn, he was certain of it, because Pat had said so. And the world evolved around Pat as far as Jordan was concerned. There was no explaining why either, because frankly Jordan wasn’t what you would call a looker. There was no stand out features that made you take a second look, but the whole package was indeed breath taking.

What Pat didn’t have in looks, he made up for in attitude. He was in his late twenties, while he, Jordan, was just 20. Pat’s tag along friends said it was unnatural for a 20 year old to want someone who was nearly 30, but they were jealous. They wanted Pat as much as he did, and while he had his fling with him, he wanted more. They were still waiting for their first fling, and he knew they’d never get it.

Pat wasn’t into older guys, he liked ‘em young, like him.

A self satisfied smirk came over his face, as he closed the door to his apartment and took the steps down two at a time, to rush outside and climb into the waiting cab. He felt like he did that first time back when he was just 16. Though this was different, this time he knew what to do, how to make it all work right. No trying to figure out how to take a cock in his mouth, or up his ass. He knew the ways now, and Pat was his crowning glory.

As the cab moved through the traffic, Jordan couldn’t help but think about that first time with Pat. They way he had pursued him then, had kept ‘bumping’ into him, as if it was an accident. The thrill he would get, from feeling Pat’s body brush against his, was only a hint of how it would feel later. Still, the memory of that pursuit, made him horny, even now some six months later.

He could still get an erection, thinking of that night at the club, where every time he turned around, there was Pat. It was like being stalked, like some big game hunter had selected him, as the target for the night. In truth, he had been the target, but unlike other prey, he kept coming back for more. He wanted to be stalked by Pat, to break that rule of his, to only shag once, then move on.

Pat might be stubborn, experienced in deflecting seconds, but Jordan was persistent. It wasn’t his fault, as he told Pat, but was Pat’s own fault, because of that first night. Pat had laughed, at first, but last week Jordan had managed to break through his reserve. Last week, he had finally gotten the go ahead that would make all those failed attempts worthwhile. Tonight he would experience Pat once again, a feat no one in recent memory had accomplished.

That thought also helped the erection that was making the cab ride a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t average, least not in that department. You couldn’t call his equipment ‘monster’ sized, but it certainly had made a few think twice before having sex with him. Not Pat, but then Pat was different, he was a confirmed Top, and in his own short time, Jordan hadn’t much experience in being a bottom.

Still, that time with Pat, the way he had taken him, so hard, so completely still made the pre cum ooze. No wonder when he jerked off at home, it would always come back to that night, when Pat took him out back.

It had been his first time at the club. There were a lot of people milling around, dancing and groping each other at the various tables or leaning against the walls. Some where interesting, but that first ‘innocent bump’ had made all the rest seem uninteresting. The way Pat had smiled at him, apologized and grinned. It was like he knew then and there, that he would be taking Jordan. Jordan had to admit, he knew it too, but the game had to be played.

Least that was how Pat explained it, and now the game would start all over. He liked the idea of walking through the crowded mass of people, never knowing when Pat would suddenly be next to him. The way he would fend off others, their groping hands never quite making it to the promised land. Yet Pat somehow, always managed to get his hand there.

The whole night he had walked the floor, avoiding this hand, that hand, that leg, that touch. Yet when he felt the quick brush over his crotch, or against his buttocks, it had always been Pat. No one else had managed to find their way past his defences. That alone made Pat worthy of more attention, but as quick as the slight touch would come, the figure would be gone.

It had started by the bar, and as he had moved through the crowd, it was like Pat was herding him to a specific spot. Thinking about it after, he realized how good Pat was at it. The way he would seem to be nudging him towards the far wall, towards the only door that exited the bar without setting off alarms.

Without even realizing it, he had been gently guided to that far wall, where eventually he had been cornered, and the full press had begun. The charm Pat had was unnerving. Just a small grin was enough to set his heart pounding, even now.

His voice was never loud, despite the blaring music. You could hear him clearly, but no one else could. They could be standing right next to you, but only you could hear his words, feel his breath against your face. It was like being taken into a confidence, amidst a swirling world of potential interlopers. It felt special, as it was meant to.

The words didn’t matter, it was the look, the odd touch, that made it all special. How his eyes would light up as he spoke, how they made you feel special, unique. It was an amazing trick, or tactic. Even after, when you talked to Pat, he could make it seem like there was no one else in the room, as if it was only you he was talking to.

No wonder he was successful, but if his mannerisms weren’t enough, his touch would put anyone over the edge. The way he would laugh, then run his finger down the side of your face, or lightly tap your chest. Just that simple gesture, was enough to have nearly made him cum, that first time. Still would too, but that night, it was like Pat’s touch was electrically charged.

When Pat had managed to herd him to the back wall, how he had stood in front of him, his one hand up over Jordan’s head, resting on the wall above. How his body smelled, being so close, the mix of sweat and cologne intoxicating. It all added to the mystique, and to setting the mood.

How he had felt, when Pat had clinked their glasses together, and his fingers had lightly brushed the back of his hand, the jolt was unreal. Pat had noticed it too, smiling at him, the eyes sparkling as they bore into his very soul. Or at least it was how he had remembered it. The way he had shook for a moment, when they had touched, how suddenly he felt his whole insides twisting and turning with excitement, with desire. How his knees had quivered, barely keeping him upright.

It was a memory he would never forget, never become clouded by time. It was fresh now, as it was then, as he closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. The cab bounced but all he could see was Pat’s smiling face, feel the eyes staring at him, questioning him in a way he had never experienced before.

He still couldn’t recall how, but they had made their way out of the bar, were off in the back alley, among piles of garbage cans and bins. The noise of cars passing across the alley opening only seemed to make it all even more special, as they had moved to stand out of the back lights from the various other back doors.

The sounds of people, of cars, or horns, and emptying trash seemed distant, as they had kissed, as Pat had held him tightly up against the wall. The way his lips had crushed his, forcing his mouth apart. How he had tasted him that first time, feeling the warmth make his whole body tremble.

One hand had moved down, to hold his hip, to wrap around his slender waist, digging in slightly. The mouth had crushed his, the tongue snaking into his, tasting him and letting him taste back. It had nearly knocked all of the breath from him, when he felt himself being shuffled further down the cold brick wall. His body was shaking, from excitement, as Pat kissed him under his chin, licking at his Adam’s apple, then licking up and around his chin, up to his ear lobe.

He felt the tongue lick at the underside of the lobe, then he felt the teeth nibble at the bottom, pulling it even, before the tongue was suddenly licking at the inside curve, making his head grow dizzy.

The feel of the tongue, the tip licking along his ear, then swirl around the inside, made his whole body shudder. He felt the hard press of a hand on his belly, felt the fingers caressing his trembling stomach, brushing over the rolling muscles. He had sucked in his gut, thrilled by the touch, the seeming cautious groping, as the hand worked down, to rest over his aroused crotch. He knew he was totally erect, and yet as the hand moved across his groin, he felt himself grow even harder.

It was impossible to believe, but it felt like his cock would rip through the pants, to let Pat hold it, to let him grab hold and do whatever he wanted with it. His eyes were shut tight, as he felt Pat kiss his cheek, then just back of his jaw, and all he could do was to moan his pleasure, his joy at it all.

Jordan remembered how he had felt the cool night air blowing across his belly, how Pat had managed to undo his pants, to push them down and had his fingers probing at his testicles. It had shocked him, the hard touch of those tapered fingers against his balls, digging into the sack, pushing up at his cock. He had moaned, but had it cut off as Pat once more, kissed him full on the mouth.

His whole body was shaking, as the hands reached around and grabbed hold of his ass. The fingers dug into his flesh hard, making him wince a little. He felt them pull him and grind his hard cock into Pat’s body. He felt the cock tremble, felt his body grow rigid as the fingers stretched outwards, digging and pulling as they sought t spread Jordan’s cheeks even more. The wind seemed like it was blowing between his cheeks, as he had felt himself turned around, his face resting up against the cold brick wall.

There seemed like nothing he could do, his body was Pat’s to command, and he could only remember how good it felt, to have his hands running up and down his chest, under his shirt, while his pants and shorts had been pushed down to his knees. Pat pushed his legs apart, as far as they could go with the clothes preventing them from being too wide.

His heart had been pounding, his pulse racing unchecked, as he felt Pat lean into him, his head on Jordan’s shoulder. He felt the lips brush past his neck, then once more the teeth nibble at his ear lobe, the tongue flicking out to taste his skin, under the ear lobe, then over it. Jordan remembered how he had shook then, how he had whimpered out begging Pat to take him, to enter him.

Jordan had never begged anyone before to fuck him, nor since. But at that moment, he was almost in tears, wanting Pat to fill his insides. Instead, he felt the finger move down his spine, under his shirt. He felt his buttocks clench as the finger left the small of his back, then he felt it come back, moistened by some spit.

It moved slowly down between his cheeks, which were quivering. He was moaning ‘yes, oh yes’ as the finger moved down between the cheeks, lightly touching his hole and teasing it. He felt his body shake, felt himself trying to push back against the finger, but Pat not letting him impale himself, least not right away.

He moved the finger up and down his valley, letting the tip reach down and under, to brush over the very base of his cock. It pressed into his scrotum, then moved away, once more to be moistened. Then he felt it slide between his cheeks, the wet tip lightly pressing up against his hole, and then in a sudden press, Jordan felt it penetrate him. He cried out, sucked in his breathe, as the finger was pushed deep into his insides. His legs quivered, his heart skipped several beats, and the air left his lungs, as the finger penetrated.

Every nerve tingled, screamed out at his mind, as the finger dove deep into his insides, twisting as it moved unimpeded inside. His inner muscles were taken by surprise, and then the finger began to gyrate, to move in and out with speed. He felt himself grunt, then he cried out a second time, as Pat suddenly added another finger.

His body shook, as the two fingers pressed in, twisted and turned inside as they dove in, then pulled out. In and Out they went for several hard minutes, making him moan, making him try to push his legs further apart, restrained by his pants. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he felt the fingers digging deeper with each thrust, then he felt the hard kiss under his ear, felt the other hand reach around and grab hold of his hard cock. He groaned as the hand gripped him tightly, the fingers pounding his insides while the other hand stroked him in time.

Then it all seemed to stop. He didn’t know what was happening, didn’t recognize any of the sounds, until he felt the sudden hard press of a cock up against the small of his back. He felt his body being pulled away form the wall, and he could feel Pat’s fist between the top of his butt cheeks. Between his hands was a hard lump, hot and throbbing.

The press of the hard cock between his legs only made him shake more. He didn’t even have the strength to turn his head, to look back at Pat, who leaned into him. Jordan heard him spit, felt the hard cock pulled back and then he could hear the sound of the spit being quickly spread over the burning pole. He took a deep breath, as the hard cock was once more wedged between his cheeks. He felt the wet spit, felt the thin plastic tip as the cock was slowly slid down his open cheeks, until it was firmly wedged up against his trembling hole.

Jordan remembered closing his eyes tight, his mouth open as he waited, as his muscles tensed up both inside and out. His legs were trembling in anticipation. He held his breath, feeling his lungs ache, as the rolling pain suddenly hit his sense.

He cried out, as Pat penetrated him, as the hard cock head wedged between his legs pushed past his inner muscles. The pain was sharp, as it raced up his spine, as his body was suddenly being split apart. Every part of his body shook, as Pat pushed his whole cock into Jordan’s rectum, without stopping. Jordan felt the grinding of Pat’s groin into his buttocks, as he was completely impaled on the cock.

The fullness was almost too much. The pain seemed endless, as Pat ignored Jordan’s cries, and began to pull out, then push in. He moved his hips from side to side, making his cock jerk and shake inside. Jordan remembered how each thrust into his body was like feeling the penetration all over again. It was hard, and only seemed to grow harder with each thrust.

Pat reached around and had hold of his thighs. The fingers dug deeply into his flesh, and with each thrust in, the fingers would pull back, forcing him backwards onto the pile driving cock. He could feel it inside, the way it throbbed, and moved. He had bitten his lip, when it had dug into his body, and he could taste some blood, as Pat rocked him.

In and out like a jack hammer, was how he remembered that whole episode. The pain was dulled by its constant repetition. His body was a mass of quivering muscles, as the cock seemed to go deeper each time it was pushed in.

Jordan could remember each thrust, even now, as he ignored the cab’s motion. His cock was stretching his pants as he remembered each hard thrust, remembered each twist as the cock head would bang up against his insides. How he could feel the head as it would press up into his prostrate, bang off to one side, and how his whole body shook.

The pounding continued to get faster, then suddenly it had ended. He felt his muscles go slack, felt his lungs gulp in air, then he heard the heavy breathing. He felt Pat leaning up against him, his head on his shoulder. His still quivering buttocks was being hit hard by Pat’s fist, and something else. It took Jordan a second loner to realize that Pat was jerking off, and the realization made his body stiffen, made his lungs ache, as he held his breath, waiting.

Pat let out a stifled moan, that made Jordan turn his head to stare back. He saw Pat’s head tilted back, the way his whole face was contorted, as his body seemed to shake. He watched, in amazement, as the whole figure behind him seemed to become a blur, as Jordan’s own body suddenly tensed.

He felt the hot splatter across his lower back, then he felt it burn his skin, as Pat’s cum flew out and covered his bare skin. He felt each splash, each drop as it hit his own shaking body. His legs suddenly tightened, his lungs grew empty of breath, his heart pounded, as the hot cream flew across his body.

The sensation was amazing, as his muscles began to twitch, his flesh taut like sheets of steel. The pain was almost as intense inside, as it had been when Pat first penetrated him. He felt his cock jerk, felt his groin ache, as his own body reacted to the splattering of cum.

Every nerve in his body seemed to be groaning, as his eyes fluttered, as they closed, with the image of Pat’s head tilted back, his hair askew, his eyes tightly shut, as the final spasm of his orgasm passed across his face. Jordan moaned, feeling his own body explode, feeling his own orgasm explode.

He handed the cab drive a twenty, telling him to keep the change, as he hurriedly exited the vehicle. Jordan adjusted his pants, wiping the sweat from his brow, as he made his way to the entrance of the club. Tonight, he was going to relive that moment, and he had a surprise or two in store for Pat. He’d see who would be paddling whose bum with a drained dick, as he headed down the stairs, towards the noise, towards Pat, the wet spot on his pants adding to his excitement.