On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

He moved behind the huge Tree, leaning against its ancient trunk, knowing its size would hide him from view, as he tried to catch his breath. Cocking his head to one side, he tried to listen, to try and figure out if he had given them the slip or not. His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would explode, as he struggled to catch his breath.

TJ felt the pain in his chest, as he leaned against the warm bark of the tree. He had been on the run for a week now. He really thought they had given up, until this morning, when he had spotted the group of men at the clearing to the Old Hastings’s farm. Man it had shaken him, to see all those State Troopers, the dogs, and all the other’s out there, obviously holding rifles.

Shit, you would think he was some mass murderer the way they were out there, so many of them, all trying to nab him. He sucked in more air, trying to get his chest to stop heaving, to get his heart to stop racing, but he was finding it harder. Course not eating for a few days wasn’t exactly helping. He felt weak from the lack of food, and the only liquid he had, was from the stream he had managed to use to hopefully throw the dogs off his scent.

No way was he going to give up either, no matter how hard it was. They were going to have to catch him first, and he wasn’t going to make it easy. He had lived in the country all his life, he knew the tricks, and so far, had managed to elude the Cops and others. Wasn’t easy, and food was a problem. TJ felt the hunger pangs in his stomach, as he tried to let his body relax, to horde what little strength he had left.

The way they were all after him, made him tense up, as the wind blew through the dense overhang of trees. He smiled, as he wondered what it was that had so many after his scrawny hide? Okay, so he was noted for being a hard case, but hell, it wasn’t like he had an easy childhood. Both of his parents had been hard working, and weren’t what you would call educated folk either.

He helped work the farm ever since he could remember, and sure, he had gotten into trouble as a kid. Unlike the kids in town, he never had good lawyers, so he had done time in the Youth Authority. He had learned a lot there, which maybe wasn’t socially accepted, though it was handy in just plain surviving, but it wasn’t like he was the scholarly type. School and him, well it was like oil and water, it just never mixed.

Now here he was, just a few months shy of being twenty, and the whole damn County was after his hide, and for what? He hadn’t killed anyone, didn’t even steal a nickel, and as far as he could figure, it was simply because he had been out scavenging near Miller’s Pond. Okay so it was private land, not like he was living there. All he had done was drop a line in the pond, trying to hook some fish for dinner.

When some rent a cop had come out of the far woods, and yelled him, he had left. Hell he had even left his rod at the edge of the pond, so what was the big deal? Yet the guy had chased him, and he had hidden out in the big barn, until he had long gone. So there was a group of guys yakking near the barn, wasn’t like he had been able to make out what they were saying.

Yet when he had been just about to make his way into the woods, another rent a cop had spotted him, yelled, and since then he had been on the run. He didn’t get it, and now the real Cops were after him too. Like what the fuck? TJ let himself slide down, to rest his back against the trunk, while stretching his legs out in front of him. He felt the pain in his chest ease a bit, as he tried to figure out, why the whole world was suddenly after him.

He had used Miller’s pond many times, for fishing, for just bathing too. Ever since the Twister had come through a few years back, taking his parents, and his whole life, he had managed by foraging in the woods, by taking odd jobs from the few in town that would give him any work. Not like the guys up at the big house that owned the land Miller’s pond was on, ever did, but hell, they had lots. So he took a fish or two, or managed to nail a rabbit or something.

Wasn’t like he was taking one of their cows or pigs, or even chickens for that matter. Still, it was odd, to have so many rent a cops on the place. Normally there were a couple of old geezers, who walked around, but that night a week ago, it was like the place was crawling with them. Didn’t make much sense, and then the guys nattering by the barn. They weren’t talking English, least not that he could understand, still, he didn’t do dick. So what was their problem, and how did they get the local troopers after him too?

Even old Roy the Sheriff and his two deputies, Ben and Bobby Rae where at Miller’s place, and they knew him. They knew he was no trouble, but there they had been, as big as life, toting their shotguns in the air. It was like he was Osama, the way they were all packing. No way was he going to just saunter in, give himself up. It just didn’t feel right, and he had a knack for knowing that stuff.

He missed the folks, but while he never had much, they did their best for him. Hell his Dad never once whipped his ass, though he was certain he wanted to a few times. Like that time he had caught him messing with the neighbours outhouse, or when he had caught him and Sean jerking off together by the town dump.

Man his dad had been mad, but he never once hit him, and he owed his skills in the woods to the man. Every Sunday, while his mother went to Church, he and his dad went into the woods, where he was taught how to survive, how to know the signs. Religion and his dad never mixed, but he never knew why. All he knew was that Sundays were always the best times.

His dad would get him up, and together they would trudge a few miles to come to these woods, the one he was in now, hiding from the law. Even then, his father knew about him, but never once cussed him out, or raised his hand to him. He talked about it, once, but then his dad was never one for lots of words. He would say his piece, and that would be it. His mother wasn’t any different, just a bit more gentle about the words she used.

If he could just get back to his squat, maybe he could get his gear, and enough to make it out of the County. Yet, he figured the risk was too high, but then again, they had spotted him clear on the opposite side of his place, moving away from it. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t expect him to double back?

He could grab his outdoor stuff, backpack, sleeping gear, and the radio. Then maybe he might just find out what the fuck they were after him for. Plus, he had a few bucks stashed near there, which he could use once he got out of the County. His father wouldn’t be happy about his predicament either. He always told him, when going out in the woods, take the essentials. TJ was wishing he had remembered that advice now, as he felt the pain easing, and realized that he must have given the dogs the slip.

There was an old hunting shack off to the west, about a day’s walk from where he was now. If he could make it there for the night, he might find some canned stuff still there. It wasn’t well known, except by the ardent hunters in the area, who kept it stocked for emergencies. He had used it a few times, and he doubted if it would be watched.

Picking himself up, he made his way forwards, knowing of the stream up ahead, that he could wade, that would wind its way both South, as well as branch off to the West. He would take the branch, sticking to the stream so as to not give them a clue that he had turned off. If they were following him, they’d find his tracks, his scent which was still heading South, and if they came to the stream, well, they’d assume he would keep on going South.

Plus, the stream came pretty near the old hunting shack. It was far enough down that he doubted anyone would track him along that far. No one would figure on him turning off, least he was counting on it.

Stepping into the cool stream water, he felt his body shake a bit, then relax, as he began to walk slowly through the stream, heading South. It wasn’t deep, least not at most places. A few areas where up to his stomach, but most of the water simply lapped around his knees as he waded forward, stopping now and then to listen to the sounds of the woods.

Luck was maybe coming back to him, as he still hadn’t heard any distant barks or out of the ordinary noises. As the day wore on, he started to move a bit faster. His stops became a little less frequent, as his confidence grew. Still, he had learned not to get over confident, and the water was starting to cool off, as the sun began to fade from above the tree covering.

The odd fish swam past, but he didn’t try to catch any, despite the hunger in his belly. He could, knowing how to stand still, how to plunge his hands in and grab a fish. It had taken him a few Sunday’s to learn that one from his dad, but even if he caught one, he didn’t think he was hungry enough to eat it raw. Starting a fire would be like calling those who were after him, and telling them his location.

He had eaten raw fish before, and it had made him puke something fierce. Again, he wasn’t about to leave any tell tale signs he was moving away from his southern path. Still, he could feel the hunger gnawing at him, trying to get him to give in, but he was stubborn. Just one of his many traits that had gotten him into more trouble than out of it.

As the night began to creep up, and slowed his pace down, he thought about that time Mister Jenkins from the corner store had accused him of stealing some candy. Old Roy had picked him up, and taken him in. TJ had just turned 18 then, and Sheriff Roy had given him a choice, an old fashioned whipping out back of the station, or his admission and apology for stealing from Mister Jenkins.

Thinking about that time, he felt a smile cross his face, because he hadn’t stolen a thing from Jenkins. It had been one of the Twins, but Jenkins had seen him near the counter, and figured it was that no good white trash TJ, which is how he had put it to Sheriff Roy. He was wrong, and besides, he never did like Jenkins.

The Twins, Rick and Ron, were just heading off to college, and he always had a crush on Rick, so that was one reason he wouldn’t tell on them. The other of course, because he was stubborn. No way would he apologize for something he didn’t do, nor would he rat out friends. Sheriff Roy was old school, in that he didn’t believe in jail time for small offences. He dished out the punishment, fitting the crime, as he would say when campaigning. Most seemed happy with that, and so he took his whipping.

He had felt uneasy about it at the time, specially the way Bobby Rae and Ben leered at him, and made their smart ass comments. He hated Bobby Rae, and one day he knew he’d get even, but then, well he just took the whipping. He enjoyed the disappointment on the faces of both deputies when he never once cried out either. And Sheriff Roy wasn’t the type to hold back as he let go with that old switch of his.

The marks on his ass, well the welts were visible for nearly six months afterwards, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he had many who would notice, as the Twins had gone off to College. Course, before they had left, Rick had shown his appreciation for TJ not giving them up. He didn’t have to, but it was decent of him.

His feet were feeling the cold, but as he continued moving slowly along the stream, he couldn’t help but think back to when he had taken the whipping, and how both Rick and Ron had appreciated it.

The whipping had been done out back, and according to Sheriff Roy’s standard practice, there were witnesses. Naturally the wronged party was present to witness his punishment, then he would have the kids from the High School along as well. Sheriff Roy believed in instilling his brand of Justice in all impressionable kids, so the entire Grade Ten students were present.

The Pastor would also be there, along with the County Judge, to sort of lend some form of legality to it all. Usually one or two of the more prominent city citizens would attend. The whipping was simple, he would tell all assembled what the crime had been, and what the punishment would be, that being how many whacks across his buttocks he would get with the old switch.

It was made from Hickory wood. The Sheriff had made his speech, then made him bend over the wooden planked table. The Deputies tied his legs to the table legs, and then good old Bobby Rae came beside him, and yanked his pants down. He had heard the gasp and the little bit of giggles from the crowd behind him.

His pants were shoved down to just under his thighs, a bit above his knees. His shorts were also shoved down as well, so his bare bottom was showing, sticking out towards the assembled witnesses. It was that which got the girls from the school giggling, and it also is what got Bobby Rae making his remarks into TJ’s ear.

Him being gay was no secret in town, and for the most part no one seemed to care much. Except Bobby Rae of course, who took delight in calling him sissy boy, or faggot. He would ignore it, but one day, he’d get even, when Bobby Rae wasn’t sporting a badge and gun. He took great delight in making fun of him, and the whipping was just one more of those times.

The first blow had made him wince, and sort of lean forward, which had gotten Bobby Rae snickering. He had turned his face to look over at him, and instead of glaring, he had smiled at him. It had made Bobby Rae very angry, even as he kept the smile on his face when the second stinging blow had landed across his bare buttocks. Damn it had hurt, but he had been too stubborn to show it.

Each blow had made him grunt, even groan a bit, but not once did he yell or cry out. Sheriff Roy spaced each blow, counting them out, after they had struck. It had hurt like hell, and he wanted to cry out, but he refused. He even had bit his lip until it bled, as the last blows were delivered.

The pain kept rolling up and down his spine, just barely seeming to lessen before the next blow would start the waves of pain all over again. Tears had quickly welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them know how much it hurt. Bobby Rae sure didn’t like that, and he was fairly certain Sheriff Roy didn’t either. Least judging by how the blows came harder, as he just took it.

The crowd had quickly grown silent too, realizing that he was not just stubborn, but had some steel to him. Grit they called it, but it was really simple for him. He didn’t do it, and wasn’t about to apologize for something he didn’t do. It was like he could feel each blow, everywhere.

When it would land, the pain would just seem to rush up and down, making even his toes curl in agony. Even the hair on his head seemed to hurt, as each blow fell across his bare cheeks. Yet, it wasn’t the blows that hurt as much as the comments by Bobby Rae, and by the Preacher too.

In some ways he rather thought Bobby Rae was getting off on seeing him get whacked, or maybe it was his naked butt that had him all excited? Could be, given how the guy was always bugging him, always commenting on his sex life, as if he had to prove himself to TJ. Not like he gave a shit about the guy, and okay, he wasn’t ugly, but not TJ”s type.

Now the Twins, they were his type. He liked their boyish looks, the smooth skin of their faces, and bodies too. There was something about the way they smelled too, from the fancy soap they used. It all was what made them ideal to him, that and their long lanky bodies. Both of them were just about six foot, both about a nice solid 150 to 160, with not an ounce of fat anywhere.

They had long arms, muscular at the upper regions, and the tiny blond hairs were more like fuzz, than hair. Yet it was how they would smile, how their lips would curl up into a smile, the nose crinkle up, the eyes simply crackle with excitement, that gave him a boner.

Naturally the full baskets the two of them sported certainly added to the anticipation, but he was certain good old Bobby Rae would take to dick like a dolphin to water, except the dolphin was more graceful. Still as the cold water of the stream made his feet numb, he realized that Bobby Rae would love to be the one to catch him, He also was certain that if he did, he wouldn’t make it to the station without a stay at some hospital.

Sheriff Roy wouldn’t care much either way, and the Preacher would probably give Bobby Rae some special mention or prayer for apprehending a dangerous queer and sinner. Even now, so long after his whipping, he could feel the odd twinge that reminded him of that time, of all those mumbled words the man spoke, of the insults from Bobby Rae. Yet it was more the way Rick and Ron had looked at him, that seemed to make it worth remembering.

How Rick had been at his place, waiting for him to return, how he had known enough to not offer to help him get inside, or anything like that. Ron had been there too, with a look that made TJ glad he had not let either of them down. It wasn’t that they were bad, or needed to steal from Jenkins, it was just that Jenkins was one of those you naturally wanted to give grief too.

They had made dinner for him, and had simply talked, about everything but the whole ordeal. One of the things he liked about the Twins, was that they didn’t have to ask him what he would do. They knew him and he them, well enough that certain things could be taken for granted. If they had been in town now, he knew he could count on them for help, just as they knew he wouldn’t tattle on them, back then.

TJ had talked with them, before he was to report for the whipping, and Ron had wanted to go to the Sheriff, and confess, but he, along with Rick, had persuaded him not. After all, it would ruin their going away to college. Sheriff Roy and Jenkins would have seen to that, as to them it would be fitting punishment. The town was that way, nasty really.

Still, there was a sense of justice, that he had to admire. When his folks had died in the twister, they had looked after him, even though they knew he was queer. Sheriff Roy had him stay in the station, but he had brought him home cooking from his wife, and clothes too. Even Bobby Rae laid off him and didn’t add insult to injury. The town even paid for the funeral for his folks, did them proud too, so he couldn’t really hate them.

So why were they after him? He hadn’t done anything, but run. Sure, they might see that as being a sign of guilt, but he knew them too. Once they made up their minds that he was at fault, for whatever, he’d have to pay for it. He just wasn’t about to do that, and without the Twins to talk to, well, taking to the woods seemed sensible.

Turning the bend, he could see the small hill to the left, knowing he was coming closer to the old hunting cabin. The water was colder too, as it had slowly led upwards, and the sight of the valley to the right told him he was on target. There was no sounds, other than normal night sounds, plus his sluggish feet pushing through the water. Still, he stopped, listened for a bit, despite the cold, before moving further up the stream.

While listening, hearing the soft sounds of the water running past his legs, he remembered how Rick had soothed the pain in his buttocks. How his hand had felt so gentle as it slowly wiped the blood from his scarred cheeks, with a warm cloth. He could feel the pain now and then, but it didn’t seem to be sharp, as Rick dapped at his cheeks, getting the clotted blood free without pulling.

It was those little things, that made Rick and Ron both, more attractive than just their physical looks. Rick had such a nice touch, and he knew how to use it, both in helping a friend, and in doing a friend. Those were good times, when the three of them would spend the weekends camping out, just enjoying the freedom.

Ron was the sex maniac, which usually left Rick to watch as he and Ron made out. Yet when he got back that time, it was Rick who tended to him, while Ron did the watching. You could see it in his eyes, as he watched how his older brother, by 10 minutes, wiped TJ’s ass, then slowly applied the salve the doc had given TJ when he left. Even that was typical of the town.

They beat him, without evidence, then gave him the medicine to take care of the wounds. Be better if they had applied it, but the Town wasn’t willing to splurge for a doctor’s bill, just the medicine. Even a couple of pain killers were added, which he still had in a bottle at his place. TJ smiled at that, knowing how it would piss Bobby Rae if he ever found out that he hadn’t used them.

A shiver went up and down as spine, as he came up to the spot, where he would have to leave the stream, and head up to the cabin. He stopped, smelling and listening. There was no burned wood scent in the air, meaning the cabin was most likely empty. If not it surely would have a log or two burning in the fireplace, to ward off the night cold, so that was promising. The sound of night animals was usual, again making it seem like no one was in the cabin. Animals had a way of knowing, and warning others, if humans were near. So far, so good, he thought as he slowly climbed out of the water, getting down onto his belly.

He rested, and turned over, to rub his legs and restore the blood circulation that the cold had slowed. He didn’t want to approach with weak legs, in case he had read the signs wrong. His father had taught him that, to be extra careful, and so far it had kept him safe. It had helped him go away from his own place, so that maybe now, it might be safe enough to sneak in, grab his gear, and head off.

The cabin was just a way to keep his wits about. It was a place for possible food, but also not in the direction he wanted to go. Just in case they tumbled to it, they might not figure he was doubling back, giving him time. He needed that time, to figure it out, to make a plan.

With his legs feeling better, he turned back onto his belly, and stared up at where the cabin was. It had no lights, nothing to show anyone was there, but still the hair on the back of his neck were on edge. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, as he stared at the place, then looked around.

There was no signs of anyone, but he didn’t just get up and head for the place. Slowly he inched his way around, stopping every few minutes to listen. No other sounds but his own heavy breathing made an impression, as he crawled full circle around the cabin. Carefully he continued to inch his way forward, then go around, then forward. He kept the hill ahead, so if someone was there, if they stood up to surprise him, he had the hill to roll down, to escape quickly.

Finally he was close enough that he felt safe enough to stand up, in a squatting position. Looking all around slowly, he felt like there was no choice. If anyone was there, they were as good as him in being silent. He didn’t think anyone could be that good, except maybe Rick and Ron.

One last look around, then he quickly stood up and made for the cabin door. He turned the knob fast, so as to not let it make any extra noise, then pushed open the door in one quick movement. If the place was being watched, they’d not hear him enter it, nor have much time to see either, as he was in so fast.

Closing the door even as his foot just cleared the door frame, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was in, and no one had yelled, and even the animals didn’t seem to notice all that much. He leaned against the door, realizing how tense he had been. His chest ached a bit, as he gulped in the air, when he smelled it.

His eyes grew wide, as he realized that the cabin didn’t have a musky scent to it. It should, considering no one would have been here for months. Just as the thought was making its way through his mind, as his skin grew clammy, the words cut through the night like a gunshot.

‘Figured you’d come this way first’

Caught

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Terry licked his lips, as he stared intently at the little video screen on his camera. He could see Jesse standing, staring back at him with a sort of wide eyed look that showed how nervous he was feeling. He could see how he stood, so rigid, so stiff that he wondered what was going through his mind. The whole thing was a bit weird, to be caught by the guy, then instead of being run off the property, he had wound up sticking a dildo up the guy’s ass.

Life was certainly strange, but then too those red welts on the guy’s ass cheeks bothered him a bit. It really wasn’t any of his concern, besides which, it wasn’t like he had asked the guy to strip, or to perform. It was all Jesse’s idea and it was a chance he wasn’t going to ignore. The guy was even better looking than Damian in many respects.

Maybe it wasn’t so much that he was better looking, just that he had that shy, country boy look. The faded jeans, the boots, and the obligatory red and blue checked shirt. Naturally he had a scarf or whatever they called it, around his neck, which just made him look so sexy, that Terry couldn’t help but feel himself aroused. Man, what it would be like to taste the guy, to have his dick in his mouth, or up his ass, but he wasn’t about to make that kind of move. Least not until he got the video of the guy whacking off.

Terry could sense Jesse’s nervousness. He lifted his head up, and then moved back towards the spot he had placed the camera for his self jerk off video. He sat down, resting his back, and opening his legs a bit. Okay, it might be a bit much, but judging by how Jesse’s eyes kept following his every movement, he figured it might just be worth it.

Settling back, he lifted up the camera, shooting from a lower angle. He put the camera down, then staring up at Jesse, he told him to just ignore him, to look ahead, and to try and imagine himself with someone special. To think of that one person that got him horny and not worry about him or the camera.

Jesse nodded at him, then stared ahead. Terry watched as Jesse’s eyes fluttered a few times, opening and closing as he tried to picture someone. He found it strange, to see how much trouble he was having, figuring that most country boys his age were nothing but horn dogs, yet it didn’t seem that way with this one. He just watched, as finally his shoulders sagged a bit, and his hand moved up his leg.

Terry flicked the record switch, and the red light began to blink, as he watched the action on his little view screen. How the hand moved so hesitantly up his rather long legs, how the fingers began to spread apart as they moved up his side. The shirt seemed to flutter to the touch, but it was the wind picking up a bit, as Jesse moved his hand up, and then across to rest under his chin.

The fingers moved up the long thin neck, tracing a circle around the bopping Adam’s apple, then he tilted his head back, to show the underside of his chin. Terry sucked in his breath as he watched the fingers move up and over. They crossed the well defined chin, then two of the fingers moved up and over the thin pale lips. One finger suddenly disappeared behind the lips, into Jesse’s mouth.

He watched him suck on his finger, noticing what a natural he was, as the finger moved in and out very slowly. He gulped as he saw him take it out, then lower his head to stare down at the camera. It was a look he had never seen before, one that got his heart firing on all cylinders. He could feel it racing inside his chest as the eyes fluttered, then looked up to stare off into the forest ahead.

The hand moved down his chest, and pulled the shirt out, and began to unbutton it. His fingers moved slowly, starting at the bottom, as they moved upwards, until the entire shirt was open. Jesse pushed his hand inside, and tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips as the hand moved slowly up and down, hidden by the shirt. Terry couldn’t help but feel his blood boiling, feel his own dick starting to grow inside his pants. God the kid was a damn natural, as the hand moved so seductively under the shirt.

His small moans were so arousing, Terry hoped the built in microphone would pick it up. Gawd, how sensuous it was, to watch his hand move up and down his long torso, the occasional flash of golden skin tantalizing him. Then slowly, he saw the hand spread the shirt open more, gradually letting Terry and his camera capture more of his perfect looking skin.

The one hand moved across and out now, taking the shirt edge, and pulling it back so he was now displaying a completely bare side of his upper body. His own eyes bulged as he saw the deep purple skin around a fully erect nipple. It wasn’t large, but it stood out clearly against the golden tone of the chest, and then the shirt was pushed over the arm and off the shoulder. Terry could see the shoulder bone as the arm moved, to let the fabric fall off, with now only half of the shirt covering his front.

The camera zoomed in as he saw the shirt tail rise up, while the sleeve dangled behind the thin frame. Licking his own lips he moved the camera upwards, to take Jesse’s facial expression in. He couldn’t help but see how the eyes had narrowed, how the nostrils were flaring a little, and how his mouth had a firm set to it. Moving the camera back down, he saw the Adam’s apple bopping up and down, as the freed hand moved across and under the remaining portion of the shirt.

Swallowing hard, he heard the soft whimper, as he saw the shape of the hand reaching across, and circling where the hidden nipple was. He could see the fingers pull together, certain that Jesse was tweaking his own nipple between them. The ache in Terry’s groin was becoming a bit uncomfortable, as he watched mesmerized by the soft motion of the hand under the shirt.

The shirt fluttered a bit at the bottom, then slowly Terry watched Jesse pushing it back, watching the arm move away from his body, as the shirt began to slide off the shoulder. He could see the muscles, the bone even, as the shirt slid down the arm, towards his wrist. When it was nearly off, Jesse flicked his wrist, making the shirt sort of jerk away from him, to fall to the ground.

He could see Jesse’s chest heaving, see the way the skin shimmered a bit in the filtered sunlight that was coming through the dense covering of the trees around them. It had a sort of haze in it, tiny dust particles highlighted by the sun’s rays, that made Jesse’s body shimmer a bit.

Wiping his eyes, he saw the small little tremble go up and down, as Jesse began to once more caress his own body. The hand moved across his belly, making it seem like it was rippling, then slowly inched it’s way back up towards his head. Keeping the camera on the hand, he stood transfixed by the motion, until it reached the hollow of the neck. The camera continued to move upwards, while the hand slid to one side of the chest. He saw the face looking outwards, the thins tightly held together.

Quickly he moved back down, to watch the hand moved down to the pants, where he saw one leg jerk forward, cross over the other. He let the camera move down, noticing the very thick bulge in the crotch, as he let the camera take in Jesse’s long legs. He let the camera focus on the feet, as Jesse pulled the boots off, by simply hooking the heel into the toe of the one, and pulling his leg up.

As the boot came off, he watched as he simply tossed it aside, with his foot, as if he had done it a thousand times. Then he hooked the remaining boot over the stocking foot, and once more pulled the leg up. How the pants rode up his leg, tightening, highlighting his leg muscles was caught by the camera, as he now stood in his stocking feet.

The body moved, as one leg was lifted up and crossed over the other, so that Jesse was sort of hopping a bit on the one foot. The hands moved into the picture frame, and quickly the sock was removed. He bit his lip as he stared at the bare foot being shown in the screen, his eyes lifting up over the screen to actually look directly at the naked foot. Jesse didn’t seem to notice, as he lifted up his other foot, and again crossing it over the firmly planted leg, his hand moved in and removed the sock.

Terry noticed how the toes wiggled once freed of the sock, and at how long they all looked. He hadn’t gotten much of a look when Jesse was taking the dildo, but he was rather certain the guy was hung, and uncut. He was about to find out, as the naked foot was once more on the ground, and Jesse was no longer hopping around. Moving the camera back up the long legs, he saw one hand hooked on the waist band of the pants, the other slowly moving up the leg. It looked so inviting, he was tempted to just put the camera down and go over to undo the pants himself.

Biting his lip, he watched as Jesse moved his hands around to either side, the thumbs hooked inside the pants, sort of pulling the waist band outwards. It pulled the pants tighter around his groin, showing his bulge even more, as he finally moved the hands back to the front of the pants. Both hands were over the button, and there was no mistaking Jesse’s heavy breathing. Terry lifted the camera up quickly, to grab a quick head shot, noticing how the head was tilted back, just a little, but still focused forward, into the woods.

Sound of the zipper quickly had him moving the camera back down, to aim right at Jesse’s crotch. It looked so full, as he saw the pants open, a faded blue fabric behind the open flap of the faded jeans. Terry felt his heart skip a beat as the pants opened wider, and he could see the outline of a huge pole pushed to one side.

The pants were slowly being pushed down by both hands, and he could see the hair falling in front, as Jesse leaned forward, to slide them down. He watched with his mouth open a bit, as the pants continued their slow downward journey, until they rested at the ankles. His eyes stared at the limbs, noting the soft colored hairs on the skin, gently swaying in the afternoon breeze.

Gulping, he glanced up from the video screen, to see Jesse looking right at him, almost expressionless. The lips were drawn, paler than at first, yet set firmly as he slowly lifted himself upright again, the pants at his ankles. Then carefully he lifted up one leg, flexing it upwards, as his other foot held the pants down, until the foot was freed of the jeans.

Then with his foot still bound by the pants, he shot the leg forward, arching his foot, so the pants would fly off the foot. They went sailing, which he captured perfectly on the video, following their brief flight, as they left Jesse’s body. Looking back at Jesse, his eyes moved up the lanky body, noting the bulging thighs, then the hard lump that showed in the threadbare fabric of Jesse’s shorts.

The guy was a natural, he thought, as his eyes were held captive by the rather large lump. He could clearly see the outline of the cock, see how thick it looked within the shorts, and he felt his mouth going dry, as he glanced up, to see the glazed look in Jesse’s eyes.

The hands moved up and down the legs, slowly, teasing him, and whoever else was to ever see the video. It was so natural looking, so unforced that he couldn’t help but feel his own chest heaving in anticipation. His eyes were glues to the show in front, as a hand moved lightly over the crotch, gently passing over the large pole shaped lump. Terry saw the pole twitch, as the hand moved slowly over it.

Blinking rather quickly, he felt himself swallow hard. The idea of having that hidden pole in his mouth or up his ass was becoming too much to ignore. It was so amazing, as he watched the hand clench, then two fingers moved back down, barely grazing the outline of the hard pole. Licking his lips, he watched as the two fingers moved down, to reach under the leg of the shorts, and slowly pull up on it.

Staring wide eyed, he saw the bulge grow more pronounced, as Jesse pulled his shorts backwards, tightening the material around the dick held captive inside. He couldn’t wait, he thought, as the camera kept recording. Terry felt his hand quiver a bit, as the fingers suddenly released the material, then move quickly up to the waist band of the shorts. They were grasping the edge as he sucked in his breath, waiting for the revelation of that throbbing cock.

Jesse suddenly stopped, then his hand moved downwards, very slowly. He was taunting Terry, or so it seemed, as the shorts began to creep downwards. Terry could feel his eyes widen, as the first glimpse of the small pubic hairs began to appear, as the outline of the groin became visible. His chest hurt, and he could feel the lump of his own cock shifting, jerking inside the pants, as the shorts made their way down, yet still hiding the hard penis from view.

A quick look up and Terry could see Jesse’s head tilted back, the eyes shut tightly. His nostrils were flaring a bit, as he let his hands push down. There was no doubt, he had found someone to think about, making Terry wonder who it could be. Still, he didn’t dwell on it as he moved back to watch the hard cock being unwrapped.

Licking the lips, he saw the flesh begin to show, the fresh pink color of the pole, a bit whiter at the base, from being pushed down by the shorts. He saw it slowly fall downwards, as the shorts pushed, then he found himself jerking backwards, as the cock shot out from the restraint of the shorts.

One second he had seen its outline, next it was jerking in the air, pointed nearly straight at him, away from Jesse’s trembling body. He could see the quiver in the thighs, as the cock stuck straight out at him. The cock head was not fully showing, hidden by a dark patch of foreskin, nearly covering most of the head. It was perfect, to his eyes, as he zoomed the camera in.

The brighter color of the head, in sharp contrast to the foreskin, made him quiver. As he held the camera up, moving it slowly up and down, to capture all of the beauty of the naked young man, he couldn’t help but let his other hand rest on his own lap, feeling his own arousal at the stiffening penis.

Moving back to focus on the penis, he sucked in his breath, noticing the very full balls, that dangled freely below. Each one swayed a bit, the shape of the testes clearly visible in the swollen sac. He could see the tiny bristles of hair that appeared across the scrotum, that had a sort of leathery look to it. A bit darker than the flesh of the penis, that was still in need of some growing. Yet even as Terry realized Jesse wasn’t fully hard yet, he couldn’t help but admire the length and thickness.

He could see the mottled color of the veins criss crossing the large pole, see the skin around the head drooping forward a bit, as Jesse stepped out of his shorts, and took a step back. Then he watched as the hand moved down the thighs, pulling the soft thigh flesh back, so that Terry could film the crotch without any other skin showing.

The pain in his groin was almost too much, as his hand moved a bit over it, pushing his own hard cock to the side, as he once more zoomed in on the hardening cock. He could almost believe he could smell his aroma, but he knew it was just his imagination. With the camera rolling, he saw the body begin to sink down, as Jesse began to fall down, or appear to.

He was lowering himself, to kneel and Terry got a guick head shot, seeing the intensity in the face, how the muscles were all tightening, highlighting the bone structure of the younger man. Sucking in his own breath, he watched Jesse sit down on the back of his legs, his knees firmly planted into the blanket. Yet the cock still was sticking straight out, the balls sort of folded outwards, below the wavering pole.

Jesse’s hand came off the thigh, and reached forward and to one side, where the bottle of lubricant was, and as if born to it, flipped the lid open with his thumb. He brought the bottle over, and slowly tipping it over, began to let the lube pour down in a stream, on top of the hard pole, near the base. He moved his hand forward, making the stream of lube follow with the hand, until it was coating the cock head.

Moving the camera up, he saw Jesse lean backwards, over his legs. His head was tossed back, as one hand rested behind him, the other now letting the lube rest next to him, then move and taking hold of the coated pole. The fingers slowly wrapped around the base of the cock, until the whole hand was clenching the pole.

His hand moved slowly forward, until it came to the very tip, where he let it flow over the head, rubbing the lubricant over it, smearing the tiny drop of pre cum that suddenly appeared. Terry heard the soft moan, and looking up, noticed that Jesse’s eyes were tightly shut. The hand now began to move in a sort of circular motion over the hard pole, pushing the skin back, then sort of twisting around, until it was back at the groin.

Jesse’s hand began to stroke the hard pole very slowly, moving up and down, stopping every other time, to reach down and poke at the full balls below, then quickly move back to take hold of the cock. The foreskin was gradually tightening, as more of the deeper colored cock head began to show. It had started out looking so bright, so fresh, but as the blood rushed through the skin, it grew darker, and darker in color. The gleam of the lubricant adding to its hue. Terry felt the catch in his throat, heard his own tiny groan, as he watched the eighteen year old begin to pull on the cock a bit quicker.

The body was shaking, it showed in the view screen, as the hand moved up and over the hard pole. The foreskin was taut now, tight around the whole cock, just a bit loose enough to push forward when the hand was up near the cock head, then it would tighten up as the hand pulled backwards. Terry felt his own body aching, felt the muscles in his butt clench and unclench, as he watched Jesse stroking himself.

The hand he was resting on, came forward, the body lifting forwards a bit, to compensate. The hand moved up his chest, grabbing one nipple and twisting it, as the other hand moved faster over the hard pole. Terry could hear Jesse’s breath becoming more rapid, more shallow, as the hand was becoming a blur over the hard pole.

Terry let the camera pan upwards for a brief shot. He saw how the face was constricted, how the young man’s entire body was taut and stretched. He could see the thighs jutting out as the camera moved back down, see the muscles inside coiling, tightening up, as the hand moved quicker over the shiny pole. His own throat felt parched, his own chest heaved, as he heard Jesse crying out, calling out in short raspy gasps.

Terry felt his mouth hanging open, as he held the camera as steady as possible with one hand, his other hand now reaching for his own cock, still in his pants. It hurt to touch it, to poke at it, as he saw Jesse’s hand becoming a total blur. He heard his raspy groans, heard his cries, as his body grew even more tight.

‘I am cumming, quick, take it, hurry, Oh God, hurry’

The words thundered in his head, stunning him, then he dropped the camera, and leaned forward. He stretched out fully, to see the hand holding the cock, to see Jesse’s hand quivering, as he held the throbbing pole and had it aimed towards Terry. He didn’t even think, as he pushed forward, to get between the legs, to let his hands move up and touch the hot burning flesh of Jesse’s hips.

Jesse’s hands moved out of the way, reaching up until they were grapping at Terry’s head. He felt the fingers take hold of his hair, pulling him forward.

‘I can’t hold it, hurry’

Terry took hold of the hard cock, feeling his whole body suddenly go into shock. His legs suddenly ached, as he opened his mouth wide, smelling the man scent of Jesse, seeing nothing but the glistening cock head. He felt his head being forced forward, as he breathed in deeply, as the cock in his grasp suddenly jerked backwards.

Moving faster, he felt his lisp touch the hot cock head, as it shot forward, the tip just inside his lips. The spray of hot cum was suddenly filling his whole mouth, and Terry gagged on the stream of milk that suddenly was rolling down his unprepared throat. He groaned, as his head was yanked forward, until the cock was thrusting deep into his throat.

He gagged again, as the huge pole filled his mouth, now impaled into his mouth, already flooded by a sea of hot salty man milk. Terry coughed, swallowing at the same time, as cum dribbled out from the corners of his mouth, as he tried to keep it all inside. His tongue was flatten down, as the throbbing pole continued to vibrate, to jerk back then shoot forwards, as more of the hot milk came flooding into his mouth.

He moaned, as his hands grabbed the base of the cock tightly, squeezing it as he felt his nose buried into the soft flesh of Jesse’s groin. His legs shot out, and his whole body trembled, as he began to taste the cum, that was like an endless stream.

Slowly he began to get on top of the flood in his mouth, to have less dribble out, as he tightened his hold around the cock shaft. His lips hurt, as he began to pull his head back, sucking on the cock in his mouth. He could taste it all now, feel it in the pit of his stomach, feel it drying across his chin, and over his hand.

Terry felt the final spasm, as it rolled over from Jesse’s pole, into his mouth. He felt it begin, felt it gather strength, as it travelled along the throbbing pole, to his own lips, through his own jaw, and into his whole body. He felt his own reaction, felt his own cock stiffening inside the pants, felt his buttocks clench tighter, as the last of Jesse’s cum dribbled out.

Pulling his head back, he felt the foreskin as the cock head seemed to suddenly shrink. As he sucked, tasting the salty flesh, his own body shook one more time, and then his mouth was off Jesse’s trembling cock. Terry pulled back a bit, as he felt the hard beat of his heart, the heave of his chest, as his eyes blinked, staring at Jesse’s penis.

Terry could hear the harsh gasps from above, and he lifted his head upwards, to stare up at Jesse. He saw his nostrils flaring, saw the sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, as it heaved. He lifted himself up a bit, as his eyes moved further up, to see the face, to see the glazed look gradually leaving Jesse’s eyes.

He pulled himself back, to once more sit up, and as he did, Jesse moved his legs, to have them crossed over in front as well. Jesse just looked at him, his eyes looking indirectly at Terry, but they looked so wide, so frightened, that it made him just look back, a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what to say, or if he should, as he waited for Jesse to say or do something.

Terry wiped his face, with the back of his hand, tasting the dried cum, realizing it had a bit of sweetness to it, as well as the saltiness. It had felt so good, to taste that milk, to feel it nearly overwhelm him. He felt the ache in his own groin, and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. As he did, he could feel Jesse’s eyes following his movement, feel them stare at his bulge.

Glancing up, he couldn’t mistake the hungry look in the guy’s eyes, as he leaned back, spreading his legs apart, and as he did, he saw the way the eyes seemed to just widen even more. He reached down, and pushed his basket, seeing the eyes follow his movement. Without a second thought, he reached up, and undid the button, then unzipped his pants.

With his pants open, he finally lifted his head up, to stare directly into Jesse’s eyes.

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