All Lubed Up

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Steve looked down at the stretched out figure of Len. He couldn’t help but admire the long torso, the perfectly tanned flesh of his friend. The way his nipples stuck upwards, the way his chest moved slightly up and down in anticipation of his next move.

If he closed his eyes, he thought he could feel the excitement rushing through the legs that he was sitting on, feel the hairs standing on edge, waiting for his next touch, his next caress. It wasn’t an over active imagination either, as they both realized that they were connected, in a way that many couples never reach.

Sex had never felt so good, and while neither were virgins when they first hooked up, they weren’t what you would call studs either. Sure, both of them had their encounters, their flings, but it wasn’t like they made out in the magazines or porn videos. It wasn’t non stop fuck fests when in High School, nor in college either.

There were some wild stuff, but neither of them experienced the so called ‘wild sex parties’ of the bars, school, or anything else. Len wasn’t a star anything, not a student, not an athlete, and frankly neither was he. Yet they weren’t what you would call social misfits. They went to the parties, hung around the so called cool guys, but it wasn’t like they dropped their pants every two seconds.

Now at the jaded age of 23, they had found something that you never really read about in magazines, and sure as hell never saw in the hardcore sex videos. They had found each other, and as he looked down at the trembling stomach muscles of his friend, he couldn’t help but smile, feel a bit smug really.

Both he and Len were what you would call average. They didn’t have long slinky hair, or bulging muscles. Neither of them was anal about how much body fat they had, though both were on the lean side. He weighed around the 150 pound mark, and Len was a bit chunkier, at around 165, but it fit their 6 foot tall frames. Neither was endowed with huge cocks or giant balls. In fact, he considered his own cock to be a bit under average, while Len’s was about normal, certainly not like those monster dicks you saw in the videos.

Staring down at Len, at the way his lips were pouting, his nostrils flaring as he waited, he didn’t give a rat’s ass if Len’s cock was 10 inches or 5 inches. He loved how it felt, how it tasted, and the grin on his face grew wider as he turned away, to stare at the bottles on his night table. It had finally arrived, and tonight they were going to experiment.

The legs under his buttocks quivered as he reached out and took out the first bottle. He stared at it, his eyes moving from the label to Len, then back again, as he leaned back. Steve flipped open the top, and breathed in, smelling the fruity scent as he looked down at Len. He saw his friends eyes glisten a little, the mouth quiver just a bit. Slowly he leaned back upright, the bottle in one hand that now moved over to hover above Len’s upper chest.

He saw how it moved up and down, the breathing becoming a bit more excited, a bit more rapid as he waited. This was the fun part of being with Len, the way they would both taunt, tease, the other, and yet enjoy it totally. His own dark eyes were filled with his own anticipation, as he looked down, and very slowly tipped the small bottle over.

Steve saw how Len’s eyes were glued to the top of the bottle, to its gradual movement over his body. He licked his lips as he watched the first drop of liquid come to the opening, then slowly watched it drizzle down, until that first splatter on Len’s chest.

God it was unreal, to see how the very instant the first drop touched his skin, Len’s body shook in a strange spasm. His arms shook, even the legs under Steve’s buttock moved noticeably. Steve moved his arm slowly back towards himself, the trail of slippery scented lubricant following behind, as it dripped down onto Len’s body.

He watched the liquid strike the skin, then flow outwards. The strange pattern it made on the skin, the way Len reacted to its touch, was making his own body tremble a bit more. His own breathing was a bit ragged as he flipped the lid closed, the last of the lubricant glittering at the base of Len’s fully erect cock. He saw the pubic hairs right above the penis, flattened and shining by the liquid that had been dropped on it, and the cock seemed to sway a bit as he looked at it.

He leaned forward, smelling that fruity scent of the lubricant , mingled with their aroma of sweat and testosterone that had filled the room minutes earlier. Steve couldn’t help but suck in his breath, as his face moved down, and he found Len’s open mouth. They kissed tenderly at first, then it became more intense, as the smell of the lubricant seemed to permeate their senses.

The quick darting feel of Len’s tongue in his mouth, only made him ache a bit more, and as Len reached up, to wrap his arms around him, he couldn’t help but feel his passion. His own body crushed down onto Len’s, and he felt the liquid flow between their two bodies, spreading itself out in between. He felt the cool liquid, as it was heated by their desire for each other, as his own tongue played with Len’s. His groin ground into Len’s, as he felt the hard cock pushing into his own belly, then sliding upwards, just as his own cock did.

Len’s hand was caressing his back virgorously, and then suddenly only one hand was holding him, touching him. Then he heard the pop of a lid, and felt the cool liquid being spilled across his back. He felt the muscles quiver, the backs of his legs twitch as the cool liquid flowed down his spine, and began to trickle down between his buttocks.

He moaned as he felt the hot breath blowing into his mouth, felt the liquid slowly trickling down his valley, and then he heard the top being closed. Once more two hands were rubbing his back, but this time it was like they were gliding over his skin. The strong scent of fruit was all around him, and he felt like he was in some tropical forest. The smell, the way his body seemed to be on fire, made him think of his holiday in Hawaii.

His eyes fluttered a bit, as his memory took him to the time he was walking through the lush forest, and he felt the press of the hands over the small of his back. Steve moaned as he felt Len’s hands grabbing hold of his cheeks, the fingers digging into the flesh. He felt the lubricant between his cheeks move and fill his insides, felt it teasing his hole, as Len nibbled on Steve’s lower lip.

His body was quivering, as his own hands moved under his body, to touch Len’s stomach, to glide over the rolling muscles. His fingers felt wet, as he rubbed the lubricant all over, feeling it beneath his hand and on top of it. His body seemed to move effortlessly over Len’s, as the lubricant kept their hot flesh from sticking to each other.

Steve felt his hips move, felt his cock as it glided up and down over Len’s shaking stomach. He too was moaning, as Steve pressed down a bit more, feeling his weight forcing their bodies further down into the bed.

His legs were on either side of Len’s, and he felt Len pulling them up, the knees suddenly up against Steve’s buttocks, forcing him up Len’s stretched out body. He felt Len’s face slip below his, felt the lips pressing against his throat, kissing his Adam’s apple, then licking at it. It made his body shudder, as the hands were also pulling urgently at Steve’s buttocks. The lube was sliding all around, some dripping down into his hole, as the fingers pulled at his cheeks, opening his hole a bit.

There was no mistaking what Len wanted, and he realized how much he wanted it as well. Steve slid his body upwards, wrenching his buttocks free of Len’s powerful grip, then he leaned up, panting as he stared once more at Len. The lust in Len’s eyes was enough for him, as he reached over and grabbed the bottle of lubricant . He saw Len reaching over too, but for the Condoms , which only made him smile more.

No waiting this time, as he quickly flipped open the lubricant , and turned it upside down. He poured it out on Len’s stomach, watching Len rip open the condom package, while his body seemed to quiver. Their eyes met, just as Steve shut the bottle top, and Len had the condom out of the package.

It was like several bolts of lightning were passed between them in a millisecond, as both of them shook. Steve felt his pulse racing, felt the beat of his heart begin to pound harder inside of his chest, as he watched Len’s trembling hand move out, reaching up towards Steve.

Len’s face was taut, as the hand moved past Steve’s quivering hips, and reached for the hard cock behind. Steve licked his lips as he turned around slightly, watching Len deftly put the condom over his cock, rolling it down quickly onto the throbbing pole. It was almost as if you could feel the electricity passing between them, as Steve watched the hands move back around, and one rub over the belly, where the lubricant had been pooled.

His own hand reached down, and their fingers met, as he too let the lubricant coat his hand. As Len moved his away, back behind Steve, Steve also moved his hand back behind him. He lifted himself upwards, as he reached across his trembling butt cheeks, and dug down between them. He felt the slippery fingers reach his hole, and he pushed two of them into his own rectum, feeling the slippery goo as it coated his insides.

Steve’s eyes never left Len’s. They stared at each other while their hands moved on their own, preparing themselves. It was like watching from above, as he felt his fingers inside, as he felt the brush of Len’s arm against one cheek, knowing he was coating his cock, just as he was doing to his own hole. It made his chest ache, as he was already panting, excited by what would soon happen.

The look in Len’s eyes changed, the beat of his own heart also changed and he knew it was time. He let his hand drop from between his cheeks, and reach back along the trembling body. His fingers touched it first, and he felt the tingling inside as they slowly reached around, to grab hold of the throbbing base.

His hand wrapped around the base, and moved slightly upwards, to firmly hold the pulsing muscle. A quick glance over his shoulder, then his head and eyes moved back to stare down at Len. He saw all he needed to see being reflected in those eyes, the way they blinked, the way they stared back at him. His hand obeyed the silent signals from Len’s eyes, and the cock was suddenly sliding down between his cheeks.

Len’s oily hands suddenly were clenching at Steve’s cheeks, as the fingers dug into the quivering flesh. They pulled back, opening him up as Steve guided Len’s cock down his valley, towards the trembling hole. He felt his muscles tense, felt his whole body stiffen, as the head of Len’s cock wedged up against the tiny pink hole.

A sublte wafting fragrance of fruit crossed his nostril, along with a strong scent of testosterone. His body stiffened even more, as he looked deep into Len’s face, just as his body lowered itself more.

The sudden jolt of penetration raced up his body, making his whole body quiver, and he grimaced a bit, as he ignored the pain. His legs ached, as Steve continued to lower his butt over the cock, that was slowly being impaled into him. He cried out a little, bit his lower lip, as he pushed down hard, driving the cock all the way into his rectum.

Steve felt his insides burn, felt them scream to him, as the muscles were split apart, stretched wide by the pulsing pole that now rested deep inside. He felt it quiver, felt the veins throbbing against his own screaming muscles. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, as he shifted his position, making the cock twist a little.

Len was also biting his own lower lip, but his eyes were still focused straight up at Steve. They seemed to flash, to have tiny brilliant streaks exploding deep within, which made Steve groan and shake. He felt his body push down even more and then felt the push upwards from Len’s own body.

As he pulled up, he felt the groin underneath pulling away, then as he began to fall back down, he could feel the groin rushing upwards to meet him. His head flew backwards, his hair tossed to one side, as Len’s hard cock drove into him once more. It banged along his sides, twisted a bit, as their bodies crushed into each other. It was loud, the sound of flesh smacking into more flesh echoed in the room.

He could hear Len’s panting breath, his own ragged short huffs mixing together. Above it all he could hear the hard pounding beat of his heart, as it echoed like thunder in his ears, and the sound of Len’s moans, cries, were a distant noise as his body moved up and down. He felt the hard cock spread his insides, stretch them, but it glided in so easily, to effortlessly that the pain was minimal, the pleasure unbelievable.

Steve could feel the cock tremble, feel it shake as it moved in and out of his rectum. His forehead was dripping from sweat, rolling down his face, splashing onto his chest or onto Len’s chest. He could feel the heat as his body seemed to gyrate and spin on the hard cock.

It was odd, how he could hear each different sound, even though they seemed to be nothing but a jumbled mess of incoherent noises. He could hear Len’s clicking teeth, as he grinded them together each time his hips met Steve’s hips. The way Len’s short puffs would mix with the thundering roar of Steve’s pounding heart was a blur and yet not. The force of the thrusts, both up and down, was unreal as the sound of flesh banging into flesh mixed with the sound of the bed moving up and down. The springs creaking, the noise only making them both push faster.

He could feel the cock inside, feel it thicken with each inward thrust. His body was aching, and he leaned back, his two hands flat on the shaking bed, as he ground his hips, moaning as the cock twisted inside. He heard Len’s cry, and he leaned forward, bending down just enough to meet Len’s upwards stretch. Their lips touched, his teeth bit at Len’s lower lip, then he fell backwards, the hard cock going in even deeper.

Len’s hard cry made him look down, then he felt himself sliding up and off, and fall to the side. He saw Len’s hand reaching for the freed cock, ripping at the condom, and then he was leaning on his side, his hand gripping the hard cock. He saw it gleam, saw it blur as the hand stroked it furiously, and then he felt the first splatter of cum against his upper thigh.

The cum was burning his skin, as more came splattering across his body, and he could hear Len’s loud groans, as his whole body was convulsed into one wild spasm. Every muscle was shaking, trembling, as his cock spewed its milky white cream. Each drop making Len cry out, making his stomach twist and ripple. The legs were stretched straight out, the toes curled upwards, as the final spasm shook Len’s entire body. Every part of him was quivering, as he felt the cum across his thigh, his hip. Steve felt the gooey liquid as it slid down from his hip, across his belly.

Steve’s hand was resting on Len’s trembling hip. He could feel the rolling spasms gradually ease inside of him, as he stared at the still shaking cock. His eyes were misted as he leaned forward, to lightly kiss his friends forehead. As he did, Len rolled onto his back, his eyes still glazed over, still panting. The chest continued to heave, as Len’s body slowly began to return to normal.

He felt a dulled ache inside, from the hard pounding as he waited for Len to recover. Soon it would be his turn. The thought made his hand quiver a bit, as it gently caressed Len’s quietening body, waiting patiently.

Erotic Sam

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

He had been with Cory for almost three months, the longest he had ever been with another person. There was something there, but what Cory had said, it just wasn’t fair, or right. No way was he a slut, or a pervert, and for Cory to say that, was just, well, being mean.

Like how many times had they been driving or walking, and Cory not point out some stud, commenting on how he’d not mind sucking him off, or ramming his ass with his dick? So maybe he wouldn’t do it, and Sam would, still he bet if Cory could, he would.

After all, it wasn’t like they were dried up old prunes. Both of them were just barely 20, and build like they had worked out, though truth was neither of them had seen the inside of a Gym since High School. Cory was a bit heftier, but then he didn’t exercise like Sam. Still, he was a looker, just like he was, so what was his frigging problem about being sought after?

Okay, so they were supposed to be together, but it wasn’t like they had formally talked about it. He didn’t really think he was supposed to be exclusive, and so what if the opportunities came up, and he took advantage of them? Still didn’t make him a slut. Besides, Cory wasn’t into all the stuff he was, so what, he was supposed to just stop wanting the things that excited him, just for Cory?

Cory was good, he could fuck his ass for what seemed like hours, before he would cum. He was good at it, and Sam liked to have his butt ploughed. He loved how Cory would slap his butt cheeks, just before driving his hard cock into him. The pain was intense when he first penetrated his butt, but then it would start to change. He would feel his muscles trying to hold onto the long thick pole, to feel it pulse even, as it drove deep into him. He loved it, loved how Cory would twist his body and make the cock twist inside of his tight hole. It made him sweat, made him groan too.

The way he would pound him, then suddenly make him change positions. From being on top, to being on his side, when he would slowly push his dick in and out. The way it would feel at a different angle, all made him tingle and moan. Even just thinking about it made him horny, made him hot inside and out. But he liked more, and while Cory could slam his ass anytime, and in a ton of different positions, it just wasn’t enough for him.

Sure, when he would tower over him, his legs pushed back over his head, his ass lifted up and Cory’s thick cock was driving hard into him, was great. To see his long dark hair shaking, the strands flaying across his own heaving chest, was amazing. To feel the drops of Cory’s sweat as they splattered onto his face, his chest, was sexy as hell.

The way Cory’s brown eyes would glitter, sparkle really, as his cock drove deep into Sam’s open body. It was all amazing, but it just wasn’t enough. Sure the feel of that cock spreading his insides, stretching him each and every time he pushed in, was exciting. It always made him tremble, made his legs go numb as blood would rush to his own cock, but it wasn’t enough.

Sam loved how Cory would pile drive his ass. How his cock would become like a jack hammer. The way his hips would move so fast, that they would be blurred. His own eyes would be misted, covered by his own sweat, mixed with the constant stream of Cory’s sweat. How his chest would heave, twitch when the long strands of dark hair would scrape across it. The way his muscles would coil, tremble even, while his insides were being pounded was all thrilling, and for that moment, ideal.

Every now and then, Cory would reach out, and twist one or both of his nipples. He would make him cry out, as his fingers would take hold of the nipples, then viciously twist them, making him cry out in pain. The cock would be buried deep inside him at the time, twisting. Cory knew how to make that cock turn, no matter how deep inside of Sam it was. The pain would mix with the deep waves of pleasure, and then he would feel his hot breath on his face, then the press of those thin lips against his mouth.

He would feel the pressure, then opening his own lips, would feel the hot tongue dig in. His mouth would suddenly be filled by the swirling tongue, as Cory would gyrate his hips more, making his groin sink down further into the bed or what ever he was laying on top of.

The kiss never lasted long, as he would take his tongue out, his teeth would grab his lower lip and nibble on it, before he would give his head a shake, raking Sam’s face with his long hair. Sweat would cover him, as Cory would raise his head back, tossing it back, as his hips would push in and out like a giant piston.

It always amazed Sam, at how Cory could pound him so fast, so hard. It was like a racing car engine that had no limits. The cock would pound him and with each hard thrust inwards, would pick up speed. At the end it was like a hundred different thick rods being rammed into him. He knew it was stupid, but there were times he wished he would just do it slowly, to let the cock slowly slide into him, then slowly, very slowly, pull almost out. He wanted to feel every inch of that cock as it moved in and out, to feel the veins underneath it quiver, to feel it tremble as it moved in and out.

Yet he had to admit, being fucked by Cory was still an amazing feeling. The power & stamina was unreal. The guy could keep that dick rock hard, from start to finish. If anything, it seemed to grow thicker, as it pounded his ass, made his insides feel like mush. There were moments when he would feel as if the cock would dig its way through and pop out his throat. It felt like it was that far inside, and when it twisted around, when that huge head banged into his soft insides, then pushed further down, he could feel his own legs quiver, his whole body shake.

Then when it was about to end, the sudden emptiness inside as Cory would pull out, rip the condom off, made his whole body shake and shiver. His legs would slowly sink down, numb from being held up for so long, yet as his eyes would adjust to stare up and over at Cory, he would feel the pounding still.

His memory would replay the feelings, as if they were still happening, as he would see Cory constrict his face, his eyes clenched tightly shut, the lips trembling as his hand flew up and down his hard dick. The way his cheeks would sink into his mouth, his nostrils flare out as he could hear the panting.

Then would come the piercing cry. He would see his mouth suddenly open wide, as the scream of release would come from deep inside of Cory. It would echo in the room, and the head would whip backwards, the chin jutting out, the hair flying backwards. Cory’s chest would be sunken, but his hips and crotch would suddenly push forward.

Cory’s hand would be like a blur, but he could see the wild shape of the pulsing cock head, as it would push forward, and then he would catch the flash of grey, as the first stream of Cory’s cum would suddenly come flying out towards him.

The hot cum would strike him in the upper chest. It would burn as it splattered across his chest, mixing with the river of sweat that would be pouring down the centre. It would make him flinch, make his whole body quiver to each hot splash. His belly would shake, the muscles rolling, as usually the second stream would splatter across, some even filling his belly button.

While the first splatters would be drying, the second stream cooling, the third and final load of Cory’s cum would hit him, around his groin. It would strike like huge rain drops, across his pubic hairs, even across his own quivering cock. There would be a strange moan from above him, and he would see Cory’s eyes flutter, as the lean body would shake before him.

He would see the body slowly collapse, usually on him, but off to one side. Sam would feel Cory’s heaving chest, as it would press his side, as Cory’s head would rest just to the side of Sam’s shoulder. An arm would drape across his own heaving chest, and he could see the affection being reflected in Cory’s face, but that was where it ended.

Cory was finished, and by this time, too weak to do much but watch as Sam would have to jerk himself off. It wouldn’t take him long, to cum, but it wasn’t as satisfying as it could be. Not if Cory was maybe doing the stroking, or if he would let Sam shoot his load on him. Cory didn’t like cum on him, not after he had cum.

Sam had needs too, and as far as he was concerned, Cory wasn’t willing to satisfy them. Oh sure, he was quite willing to fuck him, but when Sam wanted to feel his own cock driving between those firm cheeks, Cory was quick to beg off, to claim he wasn’t in the mood. When he wanted to suck on Cory’s cock, there was no hesitation, but when Sam wanted the favour returned, Cory was always not in the mood.

Now here he was, bitching and calling him a slut, because he spent a few hours with Justin, having his own cock sucked on, having his own balls licked and sucked. It wasn’t like Cory never did it, but it was rare. So what if he let Justin taste his cock, so what if he spread Justin’s creamy white cheeks apart, and licked his ass, and drove his tongue into that nice pink hole?

He liked it, and Cory didn’t. Oh, he didn’t mind Sam rimming him, but he wouldn’t let him finger him, wouldn’t let him use a dildo or anything. Justin was more than willing to let Sam lick his hole, to drive not just one finger up his ass, but two and even three fingers. To feel that 19 year old’s body squirm as he drove his three fingers deep into his hole was nirvana. It was food for his libido, plus it didn’t end there. Justin loved to have him finger him, to fill his hole, to lick at it, to taste it.

Then he would beg Sam to fuck him, to ram his cock deep into the well moistened hole. So naturally he would oblige, and it felt great. To feel that wet hole on the tip of his cock head. To feel the muscle resist him at first, as he slowly pushed his cock in, slowly feeling the muscles around the pink hole stretch, as his cock made its way inside.

The warmth, the way the inside muscles wrapped around his cock, held it, or tried to, as he slowly pushed inwards was heady stuff for Sam. Something Cory refused to give him, and Justin wasn’t a whore either. His ass was tight, always tight but just like he enjoyed Cory’s cock inside, Justin enjoyed having Sam bury his in him.

He loved to be fucked, to feel Sam’s own throbbing pole dig deep into him, then gradually go faster, then slow down. He could twist his cock too, not as good as Cory, but good enough to get Justin moaning, pounding the side of the bed, urging him on. Justin wasn’t a dead fuck, or a quiet one. He loved to moan, to groan, as Sam would pound his ass.

It didn’t take him hours before he was ready, and he would pull out, rip off his condom, and after maybe two or three quick strokes, his own cock would be shooting its cream across Justin’s still trembling body. He would see the cum fly out, see it hit Justin’s milky white body, see it splatter.

His own body would tremble, quake differently than when he would watch Cory cum on him. This was different, it was his cum, and it wasn’t always on the chest, or on the crotch. There were times when he couldn’t hold back, and would pull out, shooting his load across the small of Justin’s back, watch as his cream splattered across that trembling backside, see the butt cheeks quiver, shake as the cum hit.

Sam could watch the cum flow down, smearing it even across Justin’s flesh. They would kiss too, deep long kisses, that had a taste of cum to it. He would lick his own cum and then kiss Justin, who would always suck the cum from his mouth, or off his lips. It was unreal how it would make him tremble, make him shake.

Then he would go down on Justin. The way his eyes would light up, as his lips would touch the cock head, the way the pre cum would be oozing out. How he would smear it across the cock, using his lips, then wrap those lips around the whole head. Sam would always take Justin’s cock deep into his mouth, and Justin would moan and reach out, to grab hold of Sam’s hair. He would twist his fingers around the strands of blond hair, then he would push Sam’s face down onto his cock, forcing all of his cock deep into Sam’s throat.

He would push so hard, that at times Sam would gag, but he kept the cock inside, even when his nose would be pressing hard into Justin’s crotch. It was thrilling to smell that aroma, to feel the pubic hairs tickling his nose, his chin, and it never took Justin long.

His cum was sweet, not much salt to its wonderful taste. He would take all he could, drink it all, barely letting any drip out from the corner’s of his mouth. It was totally satisfying, and when it was over, he would lay next to Justin. He would feel his hot breath on his shoulder, feel the damp hair next to his face, and his cock would be soft, drained just as Justin’s would be.

Too bad Cory didn’t understand that, but to have called him a slut, was just mean spirited. It also meant that he’d have to find someone else who could fuck him hard, because he wasn’t about to give up Justin or Mark either for that matter. Good thing Cory didn’t know about him, he thought, as he looked down at the sleeping figure next to him.

He smiled, trying to remember the name of the sleeping figure. It didn’t matter, as he saw that whoever it was, had a very nice looking cock, bigger than Cory’s actually, and while he might be sleeping, no way was that cock asleep. It was sticking almost vertical, and he felt the desire in his own body, as he let his hand move softly across the sleeping figure.

Damon, that was his name, as his hand reached the groin, the fingers just lightly touching the base of the fully erect cock. He had remembered his name, as the figure stirred, and a pair of soft blue eyes opened, and a warm smile crossed the handsome face that now looked at him. Sam smiled back, pleased at remembering the name, as his hand took hold of the hard cock.

Cory’s angry words no longer mattered, as he leaned forward. He liked sex, and he wanted as much as he could get. It was Cory’s loss, not his, as he breathed in deeply, smelling that mix of sweat and dried cum with a hint of perfume.

Explain This

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Dennis was still shaking his head, as he sat in the chair, hunched over scribbling and checking off the various marks to what applied. His face was red, as he studied the questionnaire, looking at the white box where he was supposed to put down what he wanted to see the Doctor for.

Like how the fuck was he going to fill that one out? Did he just put down he had possible frost bite on his pecker and then how does he fill in the next box, asking him to describe how the ‘injury’ happened? Oh that was going to be good, writing down how he was enjoying a ‘snow day’ from work, and had decided to go for some skiing at the local resort.

He could just see his supervisor getting a copy of this, and how he would not only have to tell the sanctimonious jerk that yes, he wasn’t sick that day, that he played hooky from work to go snowboarding and skiing and in the process got his dick frozen. Oh the bible thumper would love that one.

Though you had to admit, it was kind of funny, and the idea of his supervisor finding out his star employee not only skipped work, but was a friggin honest to god fag, might just be worth it all. To see his face go all those different colors, as he tried to control himself would be priceless, course it would end in his dismissal, and that wouldn’t be such fun.

He rather enjoyed his work, even if it was a bit boring, but the benefits were worth being bored for. Now if he could just figure out how to not explain how his dick got frozen, without outing himself, he could relax. Course the pain in his groin and the weird color that had him rushing here in the first place would take some explaining, though in all honesty, it had been fun at the time.

Dennis was just 21, had been working odd jobs until he scored this position a year and half ago. Edward had hired him on the spot, mainly because he had put down being a former choir boy at the local Church. Edward was big on church, even if it was the Catholic Church, as he had said. Course his eyes had lit up when Dennis had told him he no longer followed the Catholic Faith, and was more Episcopal.

At first Dennis had though Edward was into him, until he saw how his eyes lit up when he talked about Church, and God. He wasn’t really into all that, being a typical teenager. He was into dick, lots of it, but he kept that part of his life out of work. He had the looks, the flair for attracting others and after meeting some of his coworkers, he knew it would be hard to resist, but so far he had.

His fun was away from work, where he could flaunt his flat stomach, the well defined pecs, the biceps, and naturally his ass. He liked to think his ass was one of his finest features, and he actually did spend time toning it. Not just its shape, but the muscles too. Nice little crunches that made his rectal muscles like steel bands.

The idea of being able to hold his own with a pounding cock had inspired him, and was also why he was here, hoping he really didn’t have frostbite of the cock. Man to think it would drop off was like having to think of doing it with a woman. Not something that exactly gave him a thrill.

Still he had fun, and taking time off to go up the mountain, where he had met Ilya was still rather worth the possible grief. The guy was Russian, had been travelling all across the States, doing nothing but living the good life. How he could afford it was a question he never did ask, though he kind of had it figured out, judging by the old fart that always seemed to be hovering around him.

Like himself, Ilya was tall and well built. He had a strong accent to go with the deepest pair of blue eyes. Thin pale lips to match the thin Roman Styled nose, and the blond hair was just the right length. Enough there to grab hold of, to run your hands through, and yet not long enough to ruin a good hard kiss or blow job.

They had done a few trips down the slopes, and Dennis was impressed by the way Ilya would take the turns, or ride the slopes. He had a lot of style and form, and it was no surprise considering he came from the Northern regions of Russia. Now he was showing off and yet Dennis had been a match for him. That had earned him the friendship, that led to his embarrassment.

On what was supposed to be their last run down the slope, Ilya had challenged him to try a more complicated run, that was a bit out of the way. It meant trekking over some snow fields but he was game, though a bit tired. The idea of being away from the screaming masses and alone with just Ilya was enough of a temptation. Besides they would be out of the watchful eyes of Ilya’s faithful watchdog.

It was as they were trekking through the woods that Ilya first broke the ice, saying how nice an ass Dennis had. Naturally he took pride in it, boasted about how tight he kept it, and how powerful his inner muscles were. That was like throwing a gauntlet down in front of Ilya, who was eager to take it up. The problem was, it would be impossible to prove as Ilya and his watchdog were leaving for another resort that evening. There simply was no time, and while it was not ideal, the suggestion of doing it outdoors, in the snow came up.

They had laughed at it, but as they kept laughing, saying how silly of an idea it was, the more both seemed to want to do it. He knew he sure did, each time he saw those white teeth gleam, as Ilya would throw his head back to laugh, to scoff at the idea of stripping and fucking right there, the more he wanted to. Silly it was, risky even, but then they came to the dense tree line, and the darkness that surrounded them, seemed to be an omen. While the sun shone everywhere else, they were in a secluded spot, and besides, they had their jackets, it could just be possible.

It would mean not taking that last run down the other slope, but then Dennis thought he’d rather have Ilya riding his slope, than pushing through some snow. Ilya seemed to have the same feelings, because as soon as they were in, among the barren trees, he stopped and began to grope at Dennis.

The way he had taken hold of him, held him in his long firm arms, and planted a hard deep kiss on his mouth was enough of a signal for him to unzip his jacket. The whole idea was insane, but as they broke apart from that first kiss, they were already bare chested. Ilya had fine blond hairs along the centre of a very muscular chest, and the nipples were as rigid as icicles.

He licked at them, while Ilya reached and grabbed handfuls of his buttocks. The fingers somehow dug into his body, despite the ski pants. He could feel their urgency too, and in no time he had his pants at his ankles. Dennis recalled shivering, and then hearing Ilya laugh at him. That ended the quaking from the cold, for then.

The cold didn’t seem to bother Ilya all that much, as he undid his pants, pushing them down in one quick push. Jutting out from his groin was an enormous looking penis, nearly fully erect. Two huge balls dangled beneath, with tiny blond tufts of hair and a few goose bumps, despite Ilya’s apparent indifference to the cold.

Dennis had immediately gotten to his knees, as Ilya shuffled in closer, and then he reached down and took hold of his cock. He held it in front of Dennis, then rubbed it up against the side of Dennis’ face. The heat from it was unbelievable, as he reached out and felt the two dangling balls, while Ilya continued to rub the semi erect penis across his face and lips. He teased him, until he reached out with his other hand, grabbing Dennis by his hair, and held him steady.

He moved in closer, and with the other hand guided the cock towards Dennis’s mouth. His eyes were sparkling as he looked down at Dennis, who was gazing upwards. Dennis saw the lock of hair fall across one eye, and then felt the hot cock head against his lips. He blinked once, then stared straight ahead, at the fiery cock head that now filled his vision.

It really was a beautiful cock, and it had a such a nice aroma, that he didn’t waste any time in taking it deep into his throat. He let the head pass his lips, before he clamped them tightly around the shaft, just under the occk head. He could hear Ilya let out a small groan of surprise, as he took the whole shaft into his mouth. His tongue licking at it, his throat muscles constricting around it, holding it down as he moved his head along the whole shaft, until his nose was buried in the sweet smelling crotch.

The rather sparse pubic hairs tickled his upper lip, as his nose buried itself into the soft flesh. His jaw was aching, as Ilya wasn’t exactly small or just average. Dennis let his tongue lick at the cock, then he reached around with his hands, to grab at Ilya’s bare buttocks. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, moving them along until he reached the centre, the opening to Ilya’s hidden valley. The fingers tightened their hold, and reached down into the valley sides, pulling at the flesh.

Ilya’s groans were telling him he was a hit, as he pulled at the flesh, and sucking on the cock. In a surprise move, he suddenly released Ilya’s cock, and pushed his head downwards, to take both dangling balls into his mouth. He felt the tremor in Ilya’s body, as his tongue licked at the leathery sac that held the two testicles, and he sucked on them, pulling one nearly down into his throat.

Dennis felt his head being pulled back, then he was suddenly lifted up, and turned around. The hand on his back forced him to bend over, and he heard Ilya fall to the ground. Heard the squish of snow as his knee hit the ground, and then the two hands were holding his cheeks.

He reached down, grabbing his ankles and spreading his legs, as Ilya slapped one of his butt cheeks hard. The sound echoed loudly in the stillness of the trees, as he stumbled a bit forward. Regaining his balance, he heard Ilya spit, felt the saliva near his hole, then he felt the finger sliding down and slowly working around his hole. His legs grew taut, as the finger teased his hole, then slowly began to push inwards, to feign penetration.

Just the tip of the finger would press in, then pull back out, and it was like that for several times. He was breathing harder, his chest beginning to ache, as once more Ilya spit, but this time no finger came to rub the saliva in. Instead he felt the hard raspy edged tip of Ilya’s tongue, and he cried out as it rolled up and began to lick at his hole.

The tongue licked around the hole, then gave a sort of quick dart towards the centre, then back to licking around the hole, and on the third try, it didn’t pull out. Ilya drove his tongue into the pink hole, spreading it apart. Dennis remembered his cry of surprise, his moan of pleasure as Ilya’s tongue penetrated his rectum. His cheeks quivered from the sensation that was suddenly filling his whole body.

In and out the tongue went, then it would just pull out and lick around the hole, or he would insert one of his fingers, to twist and turn inside of him. Dennis had never felt such pleasure before, as his body continued to tremble with the excitement, with the pleasure.

He wished it wouldn’t end, but it did. He could hear Ilya move away, feel the sudden emptiness inside as no tongue or finger was buried inside. The cool air chilled him, as he turned to see Ilya reaching into his pants, pulling out a condom package. It gave him a huge grin, which Ilya managed to see.

The look of hunger in his eyes, was only matched by the wide smile he had on his face, as he ripped open the condom package. In his heavily accented voice, he taunted Dennis, saying he’d soon see just how good his muscles were inside, claiming his own weapon would be more than up for the challenge.

The cold was gone again, as he watched him unroll the condom down his throbbing pole. It hadn’t softened a bit, in fact looked a bit fatter and longer as the condom stretched over the blood filled pole. Ilya moved closer, spitting onto his hand to wrap it over the condom, and still his face was split wide open in a huge grin.

Dennis turned around, and leaned over more, spreading his legs even further apart, as he grabbed hold of his ankles. He breathed out, just as Ilya stepped in close, and pushed his hard cock up between his spread apart cheeks. Right up at the tip, near the small of his back, he felt the fiery heat burning his cooled flesh. Then he felt a strong slap on his cheeks, hard enough to make him flinch, as the cock began to be slid down his valley, towards his hole, towards his inner sanctum where his steel muscles would be tested.

He bit his lower lip as the cock pressed up into his hole, wedged tightly up against it, and then it came. The sudden push inwards, the searing pain, as the large cock penetrated him. Dennis yelled, then bit his lower lip hard. The pain was intense, racing up and down his whole body, as Ilya continued to push inwards, not giving him a chance to get used to the huge cock.

Dennis reached back, nearly falling forward, digging for his own cheeks, desperate to pull them wider apart, to make the penetration easier, less painful. His fingers pulled hard, spreading his own cheeks, as the long pole slid effortlessly into him. He cried out, and again bit his lip, trying to hold the pain at bay. His mind was suddenly afraid, as the waves of pain rolled up and down his body, making him squirm and stutter.

The breathe seemed to have been knocked out of him, but he managed to quickly recover. His breathing became less labored, as his heart continued to beat wildly, his pulse race, as he started to push back, against the hard thrusts from Ilya. As the shock of the hard penetration began to dissipate, he began to tighten his own grip, to clench his cheeks, to try and hold back the relentless press of the cock. He could hear Ilya groan, feel his body shiver as it slammed into his own. It was an amazing feeling, to be out in the woods, snow all around, and Ilya buried deep in his ass.

He let go of his own cheeks, and let them rest on his knees, as he moved his buttocks in time with each forward thrust from Ilya. It seemed like they had been in that position for ages, when finally Ilya pulled out, and pushed his hand on Dennis’s back. He understood the gesture, and pushing his jacket and Ilya’s out a bit, he got down on his belly, spreading his legs wide as Ilya came down in between the open legs.

The soft grunt, then the press again near his hole, made him quickly hold his breath. This time as Ilya penetrated him, he was ready, and the pain wasn’t so intense, and Ilya’s inward penetration was being slowed by his muscles inside. He felt them grip the hard cock, hold it for as long as possible, while he enjoyed the slow entry of the cock. His cheeks clenched tightly, as the in and out rhythm went on and on.

Gradually he let his muscle loosen their hold, gradually allowing Ilya’s enormous cock to move in and out faster, and go in deeper with each thrust. Dennis felt himself crushing down more and more with each thrust. The cold of the snow not even coming to mind, as his body hugged the cold earth, buried there by the jack hammering pounding from Ilya.

His head was buried into the snow, he felt his body shaking, as the pounding grew more intense. Then he felt his legs being lifted up, one placed over the other, and suddenly Dennis found himself on his side, the hard drilling relentless as it continued to dig deep into his soft insides. His muscles protested, the nerves continued to tingle as his whole body shook to each thrust into it.

He was sweating, yet as each drop formed, it quickly cooled in the winter air. His legs were numb. His blood was boiling inside, his skin felt like it was on fire, and only the cool snow was able to stop him from melting into nothing, as Ilya drove his cock like a piston. In and out, hard and deep, with the odd thrust to the side then the other side.

Dennis was grunting and moaning with each thrust into his body. Ilya was a constant scream of pleasure as he drove his cock hard and fast. His hands held one ankle tightly, cutting off the circulation or so it seemed. The hard pounding only grew more intense as time passed, the darkness growing until suddenly the cock was pulled out.

He found himself roughly turned onto his back, his legs quickly upraised, and spread apart. Then the cock was suddenly once more penetrating him. He cried out as the huge cock drove in deeper than ever before.

Ilya groaned now, his hair looking ragged and hanging in strands over his constricted face. He leaned forward, biting at Dennis’s lower lip, then kissing him hard before pulling his head back, and pile driving his cock into Dennis.

It was hard, very hard, and made him cry out. He felt himself reaching for his cock, stroking it as he looked up at the figure hovering over him. He could see the glazed eyes, the fluttering eyelashes, the firm chin, and it only made his own hand become a blur, as it pulled at his cock. He felt each thrust, felt himself sink further into the snow covered ground, as he felt his balls suddenly relax under his cock, then he felt the explosion rolling through his body. He cried out, his first stream of cum flying out between his fingers.

His cum was flying in all directions. Some of it hit Ilya’s chest which made him tremble a second, then made his hard thrusts quicken and harden even more. He felt the cock spreading his insides like knife through butter. He cried out, as his hands pounded the snow on either side of his thrashing body. His legs ached, the blood had long since left them, and was barely able to reach his curled toes, still in his boots.

It was impossible, but Ilya was moving even faster now, his whole body becoming a blur as he pounded Dennis’s ass remorsefully. Everything was mixed together. He couldn’t tell if Ilya was pushing in or pulling out, as each thrust came right on the heels of the other, and then he heard the guttural cry, that seemed to echo all around the mountains. It startled him, as did the sudden emptiness inside.

Then he felt the stinging heat on his belly, his chest, and even his chin. Opening his eyes, he saw Ilya with his head tilted back, his mouth open as he cried out, and as Dennis looked down, he saw the third stream of cum come flying out at him. He felt it splatter on his belly, and the top of his pubic hairs. He heard Ilya now, saw the hand shaking as it held the exploding cock. It too was trembling, just as he was, watching the last drops of cum dribble out.

It was over, and yet they didn’t end it there. His chest heaved, as did Ilya’s. It was several minutes before they could move, before the pants were pulled on, the shirts and jackets donned once again. He ached as Ilya helped him up to his feet. The trek back to the resort had been slow and painful. It also was broken up by quick grabs, quick kisses, as once back to the resort, it would be over.

Dennis shook his head, as he looked at the form. His name was called, and he still hadn’t put down any answer, but as he stood up, feeling the pain, he just smiled. He’d just chalk it up to being drunk and naked in the snow, least that wouldn’t get him fired. That would be his story, and he was going to stick with it.