Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Rescued at Sea

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Trent kept turning the key, then moving over to the cowling, looking down at the greasy motor, looking for something, though he hadn’t a clue as to exactly what. He was no gear head, and each time he just felt more frustrated, as he would stand up and look around. It was frustrating, the one time he went out, and had the place to himself, there was no one about.

Standing there, wearing his lifejacket, and a pair of broad shorts, he felt suddenly chilled. There were lights starting to go on at the various houses on the far bank, and he realized it was getting dark. Still, someone would come by, he hoped. Looking over to the silent motor, he felt like kicking it, except he had no shoes on, and he really didn’t need to break a toe or two, right now.

It was nearly the end of summer, and this was the first time he had the family summer cabin to himself, fat lot of good that was doing him. He had it all planned, to get one or two of his friends to come up, spend the week with him, and hopefully use up the condoms he had bought, but suddenly everyone was busy, or off elsewhere. He had been forced to come up alone, but he figured one of the locals help pass the time, and once again he had been wrong.

It was like a ghost town, with everyone gone, or more or less gone. Jimmy, one of his prospects for some fun, wasn’t even up this weekend, and good old reliable Jeff had flaked too. Even the local gas jockey seemed to be pre-occupied, barely giving him a second look when he had filled up the boat. Now here he was, his last night alone, and for his efforts, he had managed to whack off a few times, watch some porn videos alone, and do nothing else. No horseplay with the guy from the grocery store, no looking for a quiet spot to do some serious fucking and sucking, just a bored day stretched out on a blanket, soaking up the waning rays of the summer sun during the day, and knocking back a few cold drinks at night, alone.

He sat back down, staring at the open cowling, at the shiny chrome around the stern, wondering what he was going to do. Like an idiot, he hadn’t brought a jacket, nor did he have any other clothes aboard. Oh sure, he had his little brown bag, the one with condoms, some lube, and even a nice red dildo , but like that wasn’t going to get the friggin boat started, sure as hell wasn’t going to keep him warm, or stop the rumbling in his stomach.

Even the blankets were back at the dock, along with his clothes, as he stared out at the growing darkness. It was getting chilly too, and the water was starting to lap up against the sides, rocking the boat a bit. Normally he enjoyed that motion, but right now he felt like wanting to puke.

His first year at College was just a few weeks away, and he doubted if he’d be back until summer. It wasn’t like his friends were any different, except maybe Sam, who was already out in the world, working in some construction outfit. College wasn’t for Sam, but then he was already starting to beef up, no longer the puny runt he had been in High School. Might be fun to do him, once he filled out more from actually working, but that wasn’t gonna help him right now, as he stared off at the far bank.

Yelling might work, if anyone was out, but so far he couldn’t even spot the glow of a burning cigarette, or even see a darker shadow, that would signify someone being out. It was as if everyone was inside, packing or eating, and when he heard the voice, he almost fell off the seat. It had come out of the blue, and turning around he couldn’t see anyone, until he let his eyes narrow a bit, and there was this mop of shaggy blond hair peering at him, almost up to the side rail.

‘You stuck’ the voice asked, and Trent couldn’t help but notice the very white teeth, set off by the darker skin of the face. Definitely sunburned, and the hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb or brush for months. Still, the eyes seemed to be sparkling a bit, and it was a lean looking face. Almost babyish in appearance, as he finally answered back that the engine wouldn’t kick over.

‘Help me aboard, I’ll take a look if you want’ the voice said, as his canoe bumped alongside the sleek side of the stalled motor boat. Trent moved over, to stick out his hand, noticing how tiny his saviour looked. He couldn’t be more than 100 pounds soaking wet, and if he was 5ft 6in he’d be wearing high heels. Yet his body was not emaciated looking. He had some meat on him, and you could tell it was well suntanned.

As he climbed aboard, Trent couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least he wouldn’t be stuck out all night, shivering. Plus, his rescuer seemed nice, but no more than maybe fifteen or sixteen. He put aside his fanciful thoughts, as he judged the young man’s age, as he padded over to the open engine cover.

Despite his first impressions, he couldn’t help but check out the butt, as he leaned over the silent engine, and reached to pull at something or other. He whistled a bit, as he pulled on this and that, then stood up, with obvious satisfaction.

‘Give it a try now’

Trent shrugged and reached over to the ignition. Turning the key he heard the whine, then the stutter, then suddenly the motor was running again, rumbling its normal sound, and he felt totally relieved.

‘Thanks, man I thought I’d be here all night’

‘Yeah it was quiet out here today, noticed you earlier, but thought you were just getting some ray’s.’

‘Sort of was the plan.’

‘Bitch being stuck, when no one is around, I mean you hope for a day without all the noise, the traffic, then get it and wind up stuck.’

‘Yeah, I was thinking just that, when the damn engine wouldn’t start.’

‘Kind of thought so, thought I’d hop on out, besides, needed to work off dinner.’

‘You came out special to check if I needed help?’

‘Well you sort of looked like you were having problems, besides I needed to work off dinner. Bit of rowing always helps.’

‘Don’t look like you have to worry about that too much.’

‘Oh I pack it on, unless I work it off later, and I don’t want to go off to College looking like a beach ball, the coach wouldn’t approve.’

His eyes seemed to widen at the news that this was no squeaker. One thing was certain though, he sure as hell didn’t look like he was old enough to shave, let alone attend college.

‘College? Coach?’

‘Yeah, I got a scholarship to State, for the wrestling team, and well, the coach is fanatical about weight.’

‘I’d never have guessed, uh?’

‘Jason, Jason Walters’

‘Well thanks Jason, I am Trent, uh, can I offer you a drink or a tow back?’

‘Drink would be nice, you are over in the arm there, aren’t you?’

Trent wasn’t sure, but he rather liked the way Jason sounded. He certainly looked good, and being good enough to be on a College wrestling team explained why he didn’t look like a sack of bones wrapped up in skin.

‘Huh? Yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Recognize the boat, and seen you around.’

‘Ah, I see, well hitch your canoe up and we’ll head back to the dock, assuming this beast doesn’t die on the way.’

‘Shouldn’t, just some gummed up line, but you should get it cleaned out by a mechanic before you take it out again.’

‘I will, okay ready?’

Jason nodded as he finished tying off his canoe. Trent couldn’t help but take his lithe body into his vision, finding it rather exciting. Turning back, to guide the boat and turn it towards the arm where the cabin was, he didn’t notice Jason looking at him, or that his little bag of essentials was right next to him either.

The boat ran like new, as he slowly angled the bow towards the dock, to let it glide in as he cut the engine. As he did, he turned to leap out and tie it off, when he noticed that Jason had a strange look on his face. He didn’t think much of it, as he got onto the wharf, and tied the boat off.

‘Ready for that drink?’

‘Sure, uh, nice place you got here.’

‘Yeah, nice when you can get it to yourself, doesn’t happen often.’

‘I know the feeling, I got four sisters, and they always seem to be around.’

‘I only have one, and a younger brother, still, its enough.’

‘Yeah, uh, maybe we can just have that drink here? Kind of nice to just kick back and enjoy the stars, the quiet. I don’t get that at my place, those sisters of mine can’t be silent for two seconds.’

‘Haha, yeah girls, go figure, if they aren’t talking, they aren’t happy.’

‘For sure’

‘What can I get you? We got cold beer, even some white wine, and all the other stuff.’

‘Got some milk?’

It made him shiver. He couldn’t explain it, but as he stared down at Jason, he was certain the guy wasn’t talking about cow juice. The way his head was tilted, how he was sitting on the dock, and looking at him, suddenly seemed more than just casual. As did his request for milk, and that smile, even in the growing darkness, he couldn’t help but see it.

‘Uh yeah, sure that’s all you want?’

‘For now, it would be great.’

Maybe spending nearly a week alone had him frazzled, but he was certain that Jason was flirting with him. Then again, maybe it was just that he felt like he had been rescued, that had him feeling that way, imagining what really wasn’t there? Could be that, as he left him at the dock, his feet dangling over the side, while he went up to the cabin for the drinks.

Could be simply that being a Jock, Jason was into a no alcohol thing, or something as innocent as that. Still, the way he had looked at him, how his face had sort of gotten a bit of grin to it, like he knew something, or thought he did. Strange thing was, he didn’t really recall seeing him around, though Jason obviously had seen him.

It was perplexing as he grabbed two glasses, along with a pitcher of cold milk and headed back to the dock. Most likely he had seen him, but didn’t let it register, given how he looked too young for him. After all, last thing he needed was to get involved with jail bait. Mind you, finding out he was the same age, eighteen, was giving him a rather naughty sense of pleasure.

There was no doubt that he was good looking. His build, his whole package was inviting, though the height could be a distraction. After all Trent was a tad under six foot himself, and he definitely outweighed Jason. Then too, he had heard all about short skinny guys, how their dicks were usually where all their height went, and that would be an interesting concept to check out, if the subject arose.

Walking through the bushes, he saw Jason stretched out on the dock, and right next to him was Trent’s little emergency bag. He stood frozen, as he saw that Jason had obviously been looking. Standing there, he wondered if he should just act like nothing was amiss, or should he be ready for a fight?

As he was trying to decide, Jason turned and spotted him in the bushes. He just stared, his eyes looking like tiny stars, the way they flickered at him. In his hand Trent could see he had his dildo -dongs.html" target="_blank"> dildo , and was glancing at it, and then back at Trent.

Slowly he walked down, and handed Jason a glass, then filled it. They held eye contact all the time, as he filled his own and took a quick swallow, wondering if he should say anything or not. However, just as he decided to ignore the dildo , Jason made the first move.

Holding the dildo in his hand, and placing the glass of milk down, he looked up at Trent, as he asked him if the dildo -dongs.html" target="_blank"> dildo was for his own use, or if he was hoping to catch a mermaid man. It was a lame attempt at humor, but it broke the ice, as he laughed, saying he would settle for that, at this point.

‘I can hold my breath under water for nearly two minutes, does that count?’

He just stood there, unsure what to say. There was no mistaking the look, the way Jason’s eyes suddenly seemed glued to a spot in line with Trent’s crotch. It was like there was some sort of electrical charge sparking around and between them, as he stood there, unsure how to proceed.

Trent stood there, as Jason stood up, and stepped out of his own shorts, tossing his hair back. It showed off his body, that seemed to just glisten in the growing darkness. It was odd, as he then laid back down, resting on his hands, while his body was aimed at Trent. His legs were spread apart, and there was not mistaking, that he had a hard on.

‘I figure rescuing you out there, well, worth something, uh in compensation for my time, don’t you agree?’

‘Uh I see.’

‘That all you gonna do? Stare at it?’

He had to laugh a bit at that, as he sat down at looked over at Jason. There was tiny hairs on his legs, all them seemed to be sticking up, but it was that patch of hair that surrounded that looming tower of a cock. They were right, or at least in Jason’s case they were right about compensation for his lack of height was made up by the size of his dick. God it looked so huge, and it was standing there, barely moving in the night air.

The balls looked like a pair of grapefruits, the way they lay on the wooden planks of the dock. Looking at Jason, his dildo looked more like a bloody toothpick, as he wondered just how big it was. He glanced up at Jason, who was just staring at him, with a look of pride.

‘Good thing you weren’t sinking.’

‘Oh? Why’s that?’

‘Cost you more than a glass of milk and a blow job.’

‘Maybe I’d not mind paying the extra.’

‘You can always go out and pull the plug after, then we’ll see how willing you are.’

‘Hate to lose the boat, but it might be worth it.’

‘It would, but well, it’s safe and sound and dry as a bone.’

The grin was infectious, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the words too, as they both stared at the boat. For a brief second, he actually thought about jumping into the boat and pulling the plug, but hell it was a fifteen thousand dollar boat, his father would skin him alive. Besides, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to take that dick easily, not without a few good sized drinks first.

He reached out, and let his hand rest on Jason’s leg. The touch made the leg twitch a bit, then it sort of just moved closer to Trent, and the talking was over as they just stared at each other. His heart was racing, and he had to admit, it was the strangest pick up he had ever encountered, and the strangest seduction he had experienced.

Crawling forward, he let his chest push up against Jason’s hard cock, as he moved to sort of lean above the smaller young man. The feel of that giant dick across his chest, then his belly made him tremble, and the idea of it being between his ass was a bit frightening. Jason was right, it might be too much of price, but he couldn’t help but want to try.

Staring down at Jason, he could see the twinkle in his eyes, the grin on his face, as he let his hand roam lightly over the chest, feeling the muscles coil under his touch. He could also feel the heart pounding inside, feel the chest rise and fall to his heavy breathing, as it let his touch move all over. The firm nipples were a surprise, but so were the rolling muscles under the stomach. They felt like coiled steel springs, as his hand kept moving over and around them, while his eyes stared down into Jason’s.

His own chest was heaving, as he sucked in the night’s air, feeling the hard cock move with the motion of his chest. Trent could feel the racing beat of his pulse, as he leaned down more, to close the gap between him and Jason. He saw the lips part, and closed his eyes as his mouth made contact with Jason’s.

The kiss was unlike any had ever felt. It was rich with flavour, a sort of taste that made his nerves tingle, his senses awaken. His body was suddenly on edge, as he felt his tongue darting forward, duelling with Jason’s. It was sort of sweet to the taste, yet felt so different than any other tongue. It felt good, making him even more excited, as his body lowered down further onto Jason’s prone body. The hard cock was nestled tightly into his chest, pushing into him with its thickness, and its stiffness.

The night was cool, but the combined body heat was making Trent sweat, as beads of perspiration were forming all over as he lay on top of Jason, kissing. He tasted him, then moved down to kiss and lick at his neck, at the hollow, and then raking his tongue down, the centre of the chest, all the way to the belly. He felt the body shake, as his tongue traveled slowly downwards, as his body slid further down.

He felt the hard cock throbbing as his chest moved down its length, feeling the vein pulse to his touch. It was unreal, making him sweat even more, as he breathed in the musky scent of the young man’s groin odor. It made the nostrils flare, the nostril hairs flutter. His own body shuddered, as he let one hand reach down, to grab hold of the giant balls, to squeeze them and probe them.

Jason was moaning, his body slippery underneath Trent’s. It felt amazing, as the slender body snaked around under him, moving and shaking. He felt so alive, as his hand cupped the balls, as his mouth came closer to the wriggling pole that was sticking up into his throat, as he licked at the belly.

Then he moved down, his hand encircling the huge cock, his fingers wrapping around the base, pushing down the pubic hairs, as he moved down, and let his face stare directly at the monster cock. His eyes bulged as he saw the winking eye of the monster, the white glow as it showed it pleasure to his touch. It was moving between his fingers, alive.

Licking his lips, he bent down, to kiss that one eyed monster, tasting it. His whole body quivered at the touch, and he felt Jason murmur his own excitement. It was unnerving, as he opened his eyes, to see that huge cock head so close, so inviting. The sound of the wind, the water lapping up against the dock, the swaying of the whole dock, made him groan, as he closed the eyes, lowering his head, opening his mouth.

The taste of the skin, the smell, made him moan, made his own cock twitch and ache. Jason moaned again, as he widened his mouth as far as possible, his jaw stretched as wide as the jaw hinge would let him go. He felt the huge head pass his lips, felt his tongue being flattened, as it tried to taste the hot flesh of the head.

His throat muscles groaned, his whole body shook, as he lowered his head more onto the cock. It trembled, shook as his teeth grated over the skin, lightly. Jason cried out, and Trent felt the two hands reaching up, grabbing hold of his own hair, twisting it, as he continued to feed Jason’s cock to his mouth.

There was no way he would get it all in, no way he could take it all, but he tried to get as much as he could. He felt his throat muscles resisting, felt the gag reflex inside, as he tried to stuff more in, but he couldn’t. He cried a bit, tears at the corners of his eyes, as he was forced to pull back, despite the press of Jason’s hands on his head. Again he sucked in air, then tried to swallow more, until again he was forced to pull back.

In and out he went, taking just a bit more each time, enjoying the salty taste of the hot flesh, revelling in its jerking motion as it passed into his throat, gagging him. His body ached for it, his mind blank, as he concentrated on the huge pole that kept stretching his throat. Faster he went, while his other hand stroked what he couldn’t swallow. His fingers wrapped tightly around the huge pole, moving up and down in a steady motion, as the sounds of his effort echoed in the night.

His ears heard the water, heard the beat of his heart, the constant moans of Jason, as his body tried to accommodate the huge missile. He sucked on it, trying to wedge more of it inside, holding the huge shaft tightly, failing to take it all. Yet he could feel the blood rushing, feel the excitement in the other, as he kept trying, kept sucking on it.

Jason’s breathing was becoming more ragged, more short and desperate. He could feel his body shaking more and more, feel the cock vibrating as it went in and out of his throat, thrusting in with the added push from Jason’s hips. His jaw was throbbing, the pain dulled by being so constant. His wrist hurt, as he held tightly to the thick shaft, stroking it in time with the motion of his head.

Trent felt the body trembling, felt the cock actually thicken, as the blood was rushing quickly along the whole shaft, then he heard the moan, the shudder, as the cock jerked inside his mouth. The body stopped shaking, the sounds were gone, as the cock reared back, then flung itself forward.

His own body suddenly tensed, then he felt the stream of hot liquid pouring out into his throat. Trent gagged, as his hand tightened even more around the shaft, as his lips seemed to melt into the hard burning flesh of the cock, as the milk filled his throat & mouth. It was pouring in, as he tried to swallow it all, failing as he felt the cum oozing out of the corners of his mouth.

Shaking, he kept struggling to hold the cock inside, to drink the heavenly flow of milk that just seemed to keep on boiling out. It had a salty sweet taste to it, as it flowed down his throat, flowed out from between his lips. The cock itself was shaking, yet the body beneath him was silent, as he drained the huge pole of the hot milk.

The cock was empty, his own body was in rapture, as he lifted his head up off the softening pole. His chest ached, as he felt his heart pounding, and then glanced over at Jason. The eyes were closed, the face a bit pallid, as if he was asleep, but as he stared, he saw the eyelids flutter, then the body shook, as if being awakened from a sleep.

He stared as the eyes bugged open, wide eyed as if in a daze, as if lost. The legs bucked and he felt them bang into his, as Jason saw him, and stared, with recognition finally coming to his facial features. The grin over his face, told Trent he had enjoyed the moment, as he saw him lick his lips, then sit up.

As he did, Trent realized, Jason had actually passed out, or at least fainted for a few seconds. It gave him a slight chill, as he saw the color returning to Jason’s face, the glow in them making his smile even more appealing. His chest was shaking, not yet fully recovered, but as his eyes moved down the smaller man’s body, he couldn’t help but notice, that the monster dick, wasn’t all that soft.

He felt the ache in his backside, as he turned to look back up at Jason. The eyes were staring deeply at him, then at his cock, then back at him. It was like he was thinking the same thoughts as Trent was. He couldn’t be, but that look on his face, that glance, seemed to say otherwise. His hand moved up from the deck of the dock, and ran across Trent’s chest.

His body shook, as if a stick of burning embers was being run across his chest. His whole chest heaved, as the hand moved down towards his crotch, then stopped. The fingers played with the waist of his shorts, then fell back to rest on his own stomach. The eyes were glittering, as Trent smiled down at him, and rolled off to the side. He lay next to Jason, his hand moving lightly over the still trembling body. He had all night, as he just enjoyed the warmth of the smaller body nestled into his. Suddenly the week didn’t seem like a total wasted effort, as his hand continued to move up and down the warm body.

Best Friends

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Kirk stepped back, and wiped his forehead with the greasy rag, as he stared down at the engine. His eyes carefully examined it all, until he leaned around the open hood and signalled for Brent to turn it over. He bit his lower lip as he heard the starter engage, then the rumble, then finally the purr as the motor turned over and ran smoothly in a soft idle. His face broke out into a smile, as he reached up and slammed the hood down, feeling rather pleased with himself, as Brent gunned the motor a couple of times, then shut it off.

Climbing out of the driver’s side, Kirk couldn’t help but notice how excited his friend was, and he knew too, it was due to his luck, his knack with motors. He had known Brent for ages it seemed, from when they were little rug rats actually, playing in each other’s sandboxes, and as they grew up, they never seemed to be apart, until lately.

Many used to think of them as brothers, not just from their similar looks, but at how they were always together. It was almost as if they were brothers, even when they were in High School, they were inseparable. When Brent dated a cheerleader, he dated her best friend, when he tried out for the football team, so did Brent.

Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away. He didn’t even try to follow, but they kept in touch, and now here they were, together again. The call had been a surprise, and it had given him a rather naughty feeling inside, hearing his friend’s voice again. He always had those thoughts about Brent, and at times wondered if Brent didn’t have them about him too.

Looking at the wide grin on his face, he felt rather aroused too. It hadn’t been all that long since they had seen each other, but it seemed like ages to him. He missed their time jogging together, or hitting the bars together, though he did prefer a different type of bar, than what he thought Brent would be comfortable at.

The thought that maybe Brent had found out about him had crossed his mind. He had to admit, it would make him withdraw, but right now all he could think of was how good it was to see him again. He hadn’t really changed much. Brent was still a stud, had that wild look that would drive the girls, and him, crazy. The way he would toss his hair, and stare, was a trademark of his. It had gotten him quite a few dates, that never ended with just a kiss. Least the way he told it.

Still in some ways, Brent was more of the shy type too. Together, whether it was in the locker room or down by the lake, he rarely would undress in front of him. Now he, well he wasn’t bashful, he would strip in a second, and maybe that was the tip off? He usually had a semi hard dick, and maybe Brent had tweaked to the fact that it was because of him?

It wasn’t like he put any moves on him either, though he wished he had. There had been times, when he could have said something, but had been too tongue tied, too nervous. Yet even all the times they had been together, he still didn’t have a good clear image of what his best friend looked like naked.

Oh he had seen him without a shirt or pants on, and could tell he wasn’t exactly sporting a tiny dick either. He knew he had fair sized balls, and his ass was definitely one he wouldn’t mind spreading apart and exploring, but as to the exact image, well that was something he could only guess at. He had seen the odd glimpse of the bare ass, but never his dick. Hell he didn’t know if he was even cut or not, and while he had the suspicion that he was uncut, it was only in his dreams that he let his mind explore that scenario.

He jumped a little, as the door slammed shut, and looked up to see his friend. God, how he would like to tell him, to let him know how much he liked him, wanted him too. Thinking of Brent that way, was making him uncomfortable, as it was giving him a rather tell tale bulge in his pants. As he looked over at his friend, he could see his blue eyes dart down, checking him out, then quickly glance away, to stare out at the surrounding trees.

‘You are a lifesaver man.’

‘Lucky is all’

‘Yeah you always had luck with stuff mechanical, I been working on this piece of shit for a month now. You take a couple of hours, and it purrs like a kitten.’

‘Wasn’t that hard, you’d have gotten there soon enough.’

‘I owe you bud.’

‘Nah, it’s cool.’

‘No, serious man, I owe you, I really need to have it running, only wheels I got, and stuck out here, in the boonies, you gotta have wheels.’

‘I would guess so, but it’s okay, anything for a friend.’

‘Come on man, you drove all the way out here, there has to be something I can do for you, I am serious man, I owe you big time. Besides, you know me, you know how I am, about this kind of stuff.’

Looking at his friend, he knew exactly what he meant. Brent was anal about keeping the account squared with people. He would go out of his way, to make sure he never owed anyone, not money, not favors even. It was the one thing, other than his yen for him, that always caused friction between them. If Brent figured he owed him, he’d make damn sure to keep harping on it, until the debt was paid off.

‘No big deal, besides it was good to see you again.’

‘Come on Kirk, there has to be something you want, that I can give you, or do for you.’

Maybe it was his imagination, but when he had said it, he had stared right at Kirk’s crotch, and then at his own, before looking up into Kirk’s face. The way his eyes looked, how he suddenly tossed his hair, just as he used to do when on the prowl, made his heart quake a bit. God, if he only had the nerve to say it, to speak the words.

‘No man, it’s okay.’

‘Bull, we been friends a long time, ever since kindergarten, so don’t give me there isn’t anything, I know you Kirk, so spill it.’

He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. Instead he watched as his friend walked slowly over to the aged picnic table, and sat down on the top. He reached into the old cooler, one that had been to many little camp outs, little jaunts to the lake. Staring at his friend, he couldn’t help but admire his looks. He still had it, even at the old age of 19, and the way the sweat made his bare chest glisten, was a total turn on for him too.

So he was a pervert, or at least a day dreamer. Brent always liked being shirtless, today being no different, and the conversation certainly had Kirk’s imagination running wild. Then too, those firm nipples, the small tuft of blond hair down his chest, all made him ache inside, but he couldn’t say it, as much as he wanted to.

‘Well, you can give me a beer.’

Brent reached inside the cooler and tossed Kirk a cold can of beer. As he did Kirk couldn’t help but notice how he was staring at him, as if he knew, and was just waiting for him to say something. No way could he know, but at this moment, the way his eyes stared at him, he was damn sure he did.

‘We been friends for a long time, haven’t we Kirk?’

‘Huh? Yeah, you know we have.’

‘So, what’s the big deal then?’

‘Big deal? What you blabbering about Brent.’

‘Why don’t you just come out and tell me what you want, you know I am gonna keep on pestering you until you do, so why waste time?’

He was playing for time, as he popped open the beer, and took a long swig of it. His eyes noticed how Brent had his legs apart, at how his basket filled the jeans just as he remembered. Yeah, he knew him, wished he knew him better too, but not in the way Brent was thinking, or was he?

Looking up at his face, he could see how his eyes were soft looking, waiting patiently for him to reply. How his bare suntanned arms rested on the table top, as he leaned back on them. It was typical Brent, to be so at ease, and yet Kirk knew he wasn’t. He knew his friend, knew the signs, as well as Kirk did.

‘I wanna suck you off.’

Even as he said it, he felt like the world had stopped turning on its axis. His eyes were lowered, but cast upwards over the top of the beer can. He waited, nervous, sweat beading up on his forehead, and not from the sun either. He couldn’t believe he had said it like that, and as he waited, wondering if he could make it to his car before Brent got a hold of him.

The silence was killing him, as was the strange look that Brent was giving him. It wasn’t like he had moved a muscle since he blurted it out, not even batted an eyelash. Everything seemed so quiet, so still, that he felt like turning and just running to his car, to escape the moment. Yet, as much as he wanted to run, he couldn’t.

He felt like he was glued to the ground, as he stood there, waiting for what he knew would be nothing less than a few harsh words. It was as if he was waiting for sentence to be passed on him, for committing some crime, as the silence grew even more intolerable. Looking up at Brent, his fist tightening around the beer can, he tried to not show his fear.

‘That what you really want?’

The voice was soft, no hint of anger or even disappointment in it. Just sort of matter of fact, as if it was no big deal. Kirk merely nodded as he stood there, unsure what would happen next.

‘I have to do anything? Other than uh, cum?’

‘No, nothing.’

Brent turned slightly, as he reached for another can of beer out of the cooler. He kept his face towards Kirk, as he fumbled in the cooler for the can, then as he brought it out, he hesitated for a second, before he popped the lid open. He took a long drink of it, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

‘Okay, I am ready.’

‘Uh, you sure? I mean…’

‘I am sure.’

It was like walking through quicksand, as he slowly moved over towards the picnic table and Brent. The way his legs sort of drew him closer, the tight full basket beckoning him closer. He could feel his sweat dripping down, and he wiped his forehead, while looking at his friend. There wasn’t any expression really on his face, sort of a blank stare really, yet it wasn’t menacing.

For one brief second, he thought it might be a trap, to get him closer so Brent could grab him, and wail on him, but he knew Brent, that wasn’t his style. Yet as he drew closer, he could feel his heart skipping a few beats, but he wasn’t sure if it was from fear, or excitement.

At last he was in arm’s reach, and he could see a small little quiver in the legs, as he stared at his friend’s crotch. How inviting it looked, how long he had waited to see what was behind that bulging basket. Now he would find out, as he looked up into Brent’s face. He saw the eyes, a bit of a sparkle, a bit of excitement maybe? He wasn’t sure, as he stood next to the table, between the spread open legs.

He sighed, as he looked up at Brent. He could feel his own body being excited, feel the press of his hard dick against the constraints of his shorts and pants. Looking down, he licked his lips as he let one hand move outwards, to undo the button. Kirk could feel the trembling of his fingers and glancing up, he saw the eyes, the way they seemed to smile, as if to reassure him.

‘Sure?’

Brent just nodded as he pushed his body a bit closer, opening his legs a tad wider. He too licked his lips, and Kirk could feel his eyes boring into his, watching him closely as the fingers moved and touched the waistband of Brent’s pants. They quivered, as he felt the warm skin of Brent’s belly against the knuckles.

It took him a few seconds, but he finally managed to undo the button, then unzip the pants. He was breathing hard, as he stared at the faded blue shorts, and the little bulge it showed. He licked his lips again, feeling how dry they suddenly were, as he took hold of the pants, and the shorts, then looked upwards. The eyes were still staring right at him, not moving away or anything.

He swallowed some saliva, as he glanced back down, and began to pull the pants and shorts. Brent lifted his hips up off the table, to let the clothing slide out from under him, and in no time Kirk had them down to the knees. Stepping back a bit, he then bent down, and pulled them down and over the tattered dirty runners, and then held them, sort of like a trophy.

Kirk placed them on the other side of his friend, who was now naked. His eyes moved to Brent’s groin, to stare at the soft lump of flesh that dangled between the legs. His heart was racing as he realized his friend was not circumcised. He could see the foreskin drooping over the tip, hiding the cock head. It nestled on top of two rather large testes, like it was sleeping.

Stepping in closer, between the spread apart legs, he felt the warmth of the sun on his back, and at the stare from Brent. His hand moved in a jerking motion, towards the sleeping cock, that suddenly moved a bit. He saw it sort of wiggle, as his hand reached out to touch it.

He felt a strange shock run through his whole body as the finger tips touched the side of the cock. The sensation made his whole body quiver, every nerve already on edge, become even more edgy, more tingly. The muscles in his throat were constricting, and in his stomach he felt a sort of tightening, along with a gurgling sound.

Kirk glanced up, then back down. His finger tip moved lightly over the loose skin, feeling its warmth, feeling it move slightly to his touch. In a sense, he though the could feel it growing, feel it coming to life as he let his finger moved along the top of it, to touch the bristles of Brent’s pubic hairs, then to move back down the side.

He felt the body stiffening, felt the blood starting to flow into the pole, as his fingers moved down and under the cock, to lift it up off the sac. The sac felt strangely hard, with a few hairs on it, but the underside of the cock felt silky smooth to his fingers.

The tips of the fingers moved over the drooping foreskin, feeling the hard head beneath it. His heart was racing now, as he felt the ache in his chest, in his whole body. His legs were stiff, every muscle in his body was rock hard, as he let his thumb and forefinger circle the top of the cock and wrap around it. Kirk felt the shiver running up from the tip, but he didn’t look upwards.

Instead he began to slide his two fingers down the pole, sliding the loose foreskin back, exposing the head for the first time to his eyes. Licking his lips, he watched it poke out, as his hand pushed into Brent’s soft groin. He let the rest of his hand now circle the cock shaft, and he slid it back upwards, until the foreskin covered the cock head again.

Then he pulled back, exposing it once more to his eyes. He saw how full it looked, how hot it seemed to be. The slit at the tip was sort of quivering, and there was a small little dab of liquid, as he began to stroke the pole. He heard a bit of a gurgle come from above, but he ignored it, as he let his hand move up and down, making the skin grow tighter around the pole, leaving the head more exposed.

Bending over, he leaned inwards, feeling the belly muscles tighten, as Brent sucked in his breath. He could hear it, just as he could feel his eyes boring into the top of his head. His mouth was close, and he could feel his hot breath on his fingers, that held the now trembling penis in its grip. It jerked a bit, against his hand. The color of the head was becoming deeper, more purple, as blood was rushing along the whole pole, thickening it, making it come alive to his touch.

His hand moved a bit faster, then tightened around the cock base, holding the pole up and out from the legs. It had grown, no longer shrivelled, no longer soft. It was nearly fully hard, and he was surprised at how thick it looked, though not quite as long as he had thought. Still, it looked perfect to his eyes, as he felt the tremble inside, growing.

The tip of his tongue flicked out, to quickly lick at the exposed cock head. He felt the jarring shock racing suddenly through his body, as the salty sweet taste of Brent’s pre cum filled his mouth. He could also feel the same tremor rolling inside of his friend, as his tongue now licked at the whole head. He tasted it all, as he rolled the tip of his tongue around the head, tasting it all.

As his heart seemed to roar in his ears as his lungs began to struggle for air, he felt his lips touch the head, then wrap around it, tightening, as he moved his body in even closer, to where the table’s bench was digging into his lower legs.

Kirk put his free hand on his friends thigh, feeling it shudder, then he moved it over, to fondle his dangling balls, his other hand holding the cock steady, while his mouth slowly moved down the fully erect cock. He breathed in deeply, smelling his friend’s scent, until he could smell nothing else but that aroma. His body was shaking, as his nose pressed up into Brent’s thigh, just between the leg and groin.

His hair was brushing up against the belly, and his head was beginning to move back and forth over the hard pole, when he felt the hand on his head. He could feel the fingers clutching at his hair, wrapping several strands around the each finger. As he moved inwards, he heard the moan, felt the body shaking, as his lips tightened even more over the hot shaft.

He began to pull back, but the hand was urging him to go back, and suddenly he felt his own body simply give in. He let the hand clutching his head guide him, and it pushed him in hard, then pulled back, then pushed again. Each time it pushed him in, Kirk felt the hips lifting up and pushing forward, so that the whole cock was impaled into his throat quicker, and deeper. Kirk could hear the constant moans now, as he let the hand provide the motion.

His own hands were caressing the legs, and pulling the fatty thigh flesh apart, so he could get his face in closer. He felt the motion turn into a steady rhythm that made him groan. Each time he was pushed inwards, the cock would jerk against the very back of his throat, almost making him gag. His jaw was open as wide as possible, still it hurt, as if it was being pried open by something larger than it could handle. Yet in and out it went, unheeding his pain. His chest was aching, as he struggled to breath, while the hot pole was thrust in and out of his willing mouth

The motion became faster, and he found he had both of his hands clutching at Brent’s thighs. The fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh, until they were scraping the bone. His jaw ached, as the cock seemed to be flying in, like it was powered by a hydraulic piston.

He could barely make out the loud cries that were coming from Brent, as his own voice thundered in his ears. The wild beat of his hear, the rise and fall of his chest, and the muffled groans from his throat, helped to drown them out, or keep them off. Yet as he heard them, as the hand clutched at his hair tighter, he knew it was seconds away. He could feel the balls swell, then in that instant of time, as they suddenly deflated, he felt the jerk in his mouth. The hard thrust of the cock itself, as it seemed to just bounce inside his throat, then rear back.

In that instant, it was suddenly rearing forward, the head fully extended, the skin taut, and the stream was like being hit by a fire hose. The hot sticky salty liquid was filling his mouth, as the loud cries of release echoed in his ears. The sounds were a mix of his and Brent’s, as the hand rammed his head into the groin, then was suddenly released, as the hips drove inwards.

The cum filled his throat, his mouth, and even seeped out of the corners of his lips, as he struggled to not gag. Swallowing quickly, several times, he managed to take most of the first load, before the second was already streaming into his mouth. It flowed out from the corners of his mouth, down his chin as he tried to swallow faster, to not let too much escape.

He was panting, as he leaned back on his haunches. His jaw still ached, as he felt his chest heave, as his eyes finally opened up to the glare of the sun, and to his friend. Kirk saw the chest was bathed in sweat, and that he was leaning as far back as he could on his arms, his head tilted backwards, looking up at the sky. His legs gave a bit of a jerk, as he looked back down at them.

Kirk could see some of the already drying cum over the inner thigh, the pubic hairs matted from sweat and coated with some of the cum. He sighed, wishing he had taken it all, knowing there had been just too much. Still, he at least knew that Brent was uncut, as he slowly regained his energy.

Standing up, he saw Brent sit back up. There wasn’t much expression on his face, as he reached over to pick up the clothes. He leaned forward, as he slowly worked the jeans over his runners, leaving his shorts on the table. He jumped off the table, to zip up and button his pants, as if he had just taken a pee or something.

‘I gotta go’ was all he could say, feeling rather dejected. He wasn’t sure why, but that maybe somehow Brent would have said something, instead of just acting like it was nothing. It was odd, but it wasn’t as he had imagined, as he trudged back to his car, glancing over his shoulder now and then.

Brent was leaning on the hood of the car, watching him, but looking like nothing had just happened. It was as if those minutes when he was feeling totally connected to Brent, that it was all just a dream. In some ways he knew he was expecting too much, and yet he didn’t think Brent was unhappy at his performance. Still, not even a word, was a bit disheartening.

Opening his car door, he turned to wave, and climb in, when Brent called out to him.

‘Hey, I will be working on the truck in the barn this weekend, want to come by and help me get it started?’

Kirk froze, half way in to the car, as he turned to stare at Brent. There was a small smile on his face, and the way he stood there, his legs slightly apart, made him look extremely sexy.

‘That piece of shit hasn’t run since you got it’

‘I know, but hell, you always enjoyed a challenge.’

‘That’s a damn site more than a challenge’

‘I’d really appreciate the help Kirk.’

The smile on his face was even larger as he said it, as if he was meaning something totally different. For a second he wanted to make some smart ass remark, about it being worth lot more than a blow job, but he thought better of it, in case he was wrong.

‘What time?’

‘Come over at 9, I’ll have breakfast ready.’

As he said it, Brent spread his legs further apart, and put one hand inside his pants. All Kirk could do was grin, and yell he’d be over at half past eight, to help him get breakfast ready. Brent just laughed and waved.

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