Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Blake stood there with the others in a perfect line. He felt the excitement growing inside, knowing he had made the list. At long last the trial was over, the verdict in, and he had made it. The journey had been a tough one, and at times he had thought he’d never make it to this point, to be among a select few, waiting for that special moment, when they would take the Oath, would finally become accepted members of the elite group.

It hadn’t been an easy journey, as a lot had been packed into the short two weeks of Initiation, but he had done exactly as his father had told him to do. He had taken it one step at a time, one trial at a time. Instead of worrying about the whole process, he forced himself to do his best at what was before him.

Thinking back, the pride in reaching this point was immense. Heck, he had been totally surprised at even being considered for membership, which had come out of the blue. Sitting at his stool at the Chemistry Lab table, the note had surprised him, and had made him almost knock over a beaker. Then going to the orientation meeting that night, to listen to what would be expected, during the trial phase, the initiation, had given him no encouragement either.

It had all sounded so intimidating, so not him, that he felt that he’d never get beyond that night, let alone the two weeks of tests, of various rights of passage. Fact was, Blake was a loner, always had been, which was never more evident than when he first set foot at the State College Campus. There too, had been an orientation meeting, where he had felt so alone, so not like the others. He had sat there, listening to the Dean talk about the life on campus, on how it wasn’t about the drinking, how they had rules, had standards. It made him shrink into his seat as he saw how the others basically looked bored by the speech, and how they all seemed to be apart from him.

Granted, his looks weren’t grotesque, though he wasn’t so sure of that. He was average height, weight, and while his parents told him he was a good looking man, he never quite believed it. Maybe it was that he had learned early in life that he was different, that his tastes were not normal. Least that is how it was put to him, by the Preacher.

That had been a huge mistake, that drove home the point that he needed to hide, to be careful who he told or who he shared his feelings with. Even his best friend hadn’t a clue about him, though he might have suspected. He felt a bit depressed thinking of Ron, wishing that the friendship had made it beyond Middle School. It might have made High School more bearable, less intimidating.

His parents had tried to help, but they couldn’t. While close with his folks, even them he didn’t trust with his secret. Though he rather suspected his mother knew, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake with them, as he had with the Preacher. That still gnawed at him, because he had so trusted the man. It was maybe foolish, but he had admired the guy, the way he seemed so assured of how things were, so talking to him about the different feelings he was having had seemed so natural, so easy.

The talk hadn’t gone well from the outset, and after it ended, it was the last time he had ever set foot in that Church, or any other Church. His parents had questioned him on it, but he had kept his mouth shut. He had refused to discuss it. While his Father didn’t push, his mother had, for several months, until even she gave up on trying to find out what had happened. How could he tell her or his father?

He learned the lesson well, and while he had liked sports, had enjoyed playing with the other kids, gradually he stopped. Every time someone would look at him, he’d wonder if the person was on to him, or something. Even the horseplay with Ron changed. So much that Ron stopped hanging out with him, not just at home, but in the schoolyard. He became a loner, shuffling to school each morning alone, walking home alone.

Lunch was as solitary as he could make it. A seat in the corner, away from everyone. Even the teachers had noticed, but never once did they ask him, or his parents. They just let it be, as if they knew without asking. After all, they were almost as smart as the Preacher, so they too must know. Stupid to think that, but he did.

Just like how every Sunday when his parents would go to Church, he would spend the entire morning worrying. He would dredge up some strange stuff, think of how he would answer them when they would come home suddenly knowing his secret. He really hated Sunday mornings, and it was apparent too.

Now here he was, about to become part of a group, to once more have friends, or people to talk with, to hang with. In some ways he was still nervous about it, but he had made it, had broken past the fear. Thinking about it, he couldn’t quite decide what it was that had finally made him try, or give it his all.

That first night, it had all seemed like another failure was about to befall him. The way the senior members talked, how serious they all looked. Even those around him seemed scared, which maybe had made him stay. Maybe it was sensing the fear in others, that was like his own, had given him the ability to stay, to not run.

Maybe it didn’t matter why, but he was so used to analyzing every minute detail, he couldn’t quite break the habit, even now. He had made it, had found out that what had happened so many years ago was unimportant today, that he shouldn’t be so worried about how, but he was. He still couldn’t believe that when it had come out, no one had changed.

The first test, had almost been the last for him. It really wasn’t a hard test, everyone was lined up with a tape measure in front of them. Each candidate was to strip naked. They were each given exactly one minute to get a full erection, which is when one of the Seniors would walk down the line, taking the measurements.

Another would record the details, points would be awarded to those who lead in both length and in width. He had immediately broken out in a cold sweat. The idea of so many seeing him naked, seeing him with an erection, was, scary. Here he was, on the outside a normal eighteen year old, and this would be the first time anyone but he, had touched his genitals. The others would surely be rolling on the floor if they knew, but he couldn’t leave now, or they would know.

Stupid maybe, but it was that fear of being found out, that made him stay. He did, like the others, and stripped, and waited, his head staring straight ahead. He could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he heard the one call out the measurements. As the voice got closer, he couldn’t help but turn slightly, to stare at the proceedings.

There were 20 in the class, and he could see all those hard dicks. He had figured he would be tossed out, as until that moment, he knew he was as soft as a wet noodle. Yet the moment he stole a look, he felt the blood rushing, felt the ache inside, that always told him he was having an erection.

As the two Seniors came closer, he watched as the one would reach out, pulling the erect penis out at a 90 degree angle from the body. He watched as the end of the tape measure was placed on the top, near the groin, then stretched out to the tip. The number was then called off for length. Next the guy wrapped the measure around the penis, right up against the pubic hairs, then about midway, then up under the head. Each measurement shouted out, which only made Blake squirm a bit.

He had no idea how big he was, or wasn’t. Yet as his eyes wandered along the line, he noticed that most of the guys were still hard, that even after being measured, they hadn’t gotten soft. Then too, he felt his mind comparing what it was seeing, to what it knew his own dick to be like.

Funny, in Middle School and all through High School, when he had the opportunity to look, to check the other’s out, he never had. He had been too afraid to look, for fear of what was happening right now, which was to get an instant hard on. Sure, he had the odd porn magazine that gave him some idea of others, but he figured most were altered, that guys didn’t have dicks that big, or in that particular shape.

Staring down the line, he realized that maybe those photographs weren’t all faked. There were a few who seemed to actually be a bit bigger than some in the pictures. It was all rather exciting, and his cold sweat, his fear, had changed. He was actually feeling more than just aroused, as he felt the flush of warmth, as a few noticed him looking.

He should look away, he thought as his eyes met the guy next to him. If his memory was right, the guy’s name was Trent or something like that, and Blake thought he was rather hot looking. To have him notice him checking him out, made him quiver a bit, but unlike other times, he didn’t look away. He was rather glad he didn’t, because instead of a scowl, Trent’s face lit up and he smiled at Blake.

He also managed to look down at Blake too, to check him out, which gave him an even stranger feeling. He knew he was blushing, that his cheeks would have a red tint to them, but he didn’t care. Least for the moment, he didn’t, but as the two came closer, as their words grew louder, he felt ashamed. The old memories wouldn’t leave him, as he looked down one more time at Trent.

Instead of feeling guilty, he felt even more aroused. He noticed how Trent’s penis seemed to be even thicker, how the skin was very taut. He could even see the blue of the veins better, than earlier. It was almost as if by looking at him, Trent had gotten harder. That was a strange notion, and he was so absorbed by it, that he failed to notice that his turn for being measured had come.

His first realization came as he felt a warm hand touching his own hard pole. His eyes suddenly opened wider and he was staring at a strange face. He could feel the hand grasping his dick, and the tape measure being pushed up into his groin a bit. The voice called out seven and three quarters, which surprised him. He hadn’t thought he was even close to that size. Still, while it wasn’t the largest number he had heard, it also wasn’t the lowest. In fact, he was fairly certain that it was up there with some of the larger numbers.

It was over before he could do more than blink. The next part of the little ‘get acquainted’ test, as the Seniors called it, was for everyone to get down onto their knees, to note that their erect penises would be lined up with the long yardsticks set down in front of them.

Once everyone was in position, carefully checked by the Seniors, they found out what they would be required to do next. As he listened, he felt his heart quicken, felt his body tighten. Once again, he would be entering new territory, as he listened, his jaw hanging open a bit. This was something he had never done before, least in public.

The task was simple. They would each stroke their dicks, until they ejaculated. They were to try and aim their ejaculation to fall along the line of the yardstick, to in fact, ejaculate out from their bodies. The farthest drop would be recorded. To insure that each person had their ejaculation properly measured, there would be a Senior standing behind them, who would then proceed forward once the deed had been done.

There were 20 of them taking part, so the Senior in charge told them that they would do it, in groups of five at a time. He directed his subordinates to take position, and he couldn’t help but watch. To see how close they crowded the candidates, then he watched as the order was given to commence.

For the first time he was able to watch other men jerking off. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the first group of five, and he noticed how the others were also watching. It was rather odd to listen to how some were huffing, as their hands moved up and down their hard dicks. He could see one who tilted his head backwards, his hips jutting out.

In a way, Blake thought that the guy was doing it, so he could stare up at the Senior behind him. It was like he needed the inspiration, and he could feel his own attraction to the guy. He also noticed how his neighbour, Trent, kept looking at the group of five, then would glance over at him.

As he tried to take it all in, he was a bit surprised at the sounds they were making. He also was a bit surprised at how they looked, at how their whole bodies seemed to tighten up, to look so hard. The furthest away had a nice build to him, but as he got closer to shooting his load, Blake noticed how much his muscles were suddenly bulging. In fact, the guy suddenly took on the shape of a body builder, as the muscles bulged.

Then the cries began. It surprised him at how loud some of them were, as their bodies exploded. As their cum was finally released. He also noticed how the resulting shouts of numbers were so small. Heck, the one at the far end, who had made the most noise, got a zero. Seemed his load merely dribbled out and fell to the floor right under the head, and as he had cum, he had leaned backwards.

He was still huffing, his chest heaving, as the Senior behind him had leaned over and called out the zero. Blake also noticed how he had leaned over, how his crotch was right over the guy’s head. It was something that reminded him of a photo spread in one of his magazines, how the guy would stuff his naked crotch over the other guy’s face, how the balls were sort of mashed downwards, crushing into the other’s face.

The next five were started, and he couldn’t help but feel the excitement building inside of him. In fact, he was finding it hard to not reach out and grab hold of his own dick. It was like when he would get a particular magazine, and while flipping through, would begin to get the urge to touch himself. Problem was, this was real, not glossy photographs, but real guys. It gave him a bit of start, to realize that he was a part of it.

As the second group worked up speed, as the hands flew a bit faster, the heavy breathing became louder, he realized that he was actually having his first real sexual experience. Oh sure he had jerked off, but this was a first for him. He was among other guys, naked guys. That had happened before, but then it was always after Gym.

While there had been lots of talk in the locker room, he had made his time in the room as little as possible. His fear had kept him from the conversations, from the talk, and had also kept him from learning too. Maybe if he had stayed, he wouldn’t be here now, watching his first circle jerk.

Oh he knew the terms, after all he was an avid reader. It wasn’t a lack of knowing all the technical stuff, it was from having any real first hand experience. He had toyed with the idea of finding a hustler, but then he had no idea where to look for one. It was the one thing his magazines couldn’t give him.

He had tried online too, but every time he found an ad, he backed off. While he had never been with anyone else, not a girl, not a guy, he wasn’t totally stupid either. There were risks, and he just didn’t have the nerve to take that kind of risks. Then too, there were supposed to be places where guys could find willing sex partners, but where? Okay, so public washrooms was one, but how the hell was he supposed to know which one?

There were signals, and he had realized that as much as he wanted to get laid, the risks of it being a cop or something was too scary. Hell, look at that Senator that had gotten into all that grief, from supposedly making the wrong signal in the wrong place. Like he really needed some cop phoning his parents, explaining he was being charged with some sex crime. That would be a worse feeling, than the one he had from his talk with the Preacher.

Yet here he was, among 20 naked guys, with a hard on, about to jerk off. Like this wasn’t him, but while his mind was telling him to get up, to grab his clothes and run, the sight of all those hard dicks was too enticing, to arousing, for him to listen.

He had been lost in his thoughts, and the loud cries coming from close by, startled him. He turned his face, to notice that the third group was about finished, that soon it would be his turn, along with the other four who were last in line with him. Blake took a closer look at them, wondering what they were thinking, wondering if anyone in the room was a freak like him?

The red head furthest from him was busy watching the guy next to him stroke his dick. You could see his forehead was stretched, as he watched. It was easy to see that he was intent on watching it, as his nostrils flared a bit, his jaw was obviously being held tightly closed, as the guy stared at the hand stroking. The guy he was watching, had the biggest dick of them all, if he had heard right.

Blake’s own eyes wandered towards the guy and noticed how even as his hand flew up and down the shaft, you could sure see a lot of his dick. Man it looked like a giant pipe, so thick, so straight looking. Yet the guy himself was one of the shortest guys in the group. The Senior behind him, was bending over him, and his crotch was way above the other’s head. Yet he too was intent on watching that monster dick being worked.

You could see how his hair hung over his face, and he didn’t move a finger to move it out of the way, lest he miss seeing something. In fact, as he took a quick glance around the room, he couldn’t help but notice how so many of the others were watched the guy. His name was Brian, or so he thought, and everyone had been impressed by the size of his dick. Now they were all watching, expecting a giant flood of cum, least Blake was.

He could see how Brian’s face grew whiter, how the already white skin grew even more pale, as his chest heaved in time with the violent pumping of that massive dick. You could see the veins in the forehead, but more than that, you could see the sweat dripping off his face, and coating his entire body.

It was like a strange glow, as his whole body glistened from the sweat. Every muscle in his body seemed extended, as he worked that huge pole, as his body rocked back and forth. The way his upper body shook, as his face grew taut, made Blake tremble a bit, made him want to reach down and take hold of his cock. It also made him want to be kneeling in front of him, or laying underneath, to catch what was about to stream out. Least he was certain it would shoot out in a stream. So did everyone else, judging by their intent look.

In his mind, Blake was certain that not only had Brian one the points for the having the biggest, and thickest, but would soon win the most points for shooting his load the furthest. The hard panting sound was becoming louder, and he could see Brian’s upper body shaking, rocking even more, when he saw the jaw fall open, saw the way his eyes rolled back into his head, as he fell backwards, his cock gripped tightly in the one hand.

The gurgling sound echoed in the room, and he heard the gasps, as the milky white cream was suddenly there. He blinked, realizing that Brian had fallen backwards, his whole upper body falling back onto his haunches, pushing the Senior behind him, backwards. The agonized cry was chilling, as he saw the glob of cream fall from the tip of the mottled colored cock head. Brian had his fist wrapped around it, squeezing it, as it flowed out.

In some ways it was like watching the pictures of lava oozing out of a volcano. It didn’t jet out, like he had thought, but simply flowed out of the expanded slit, and fell downwards in a long stream. It didn’t come out with any force, but it was still oozing long after the cry had changed to a harsh panting sound.

While it was in some ways disappointing, in other ways it was more exciting than if it had been a huge jet stream. The way it just kept oozing held everyone’s attention, including the other’s in Brian’s group, who had long since cum. The scent of cum was filling the room, but only know was Blake noticing it. As his eyes stared intently at the dripping penis in Brian’s hand.

He felt his own body tremble, as he continued to watch. Brian was shaking, you could see his whole body shake, as his cum continued to ooze for several seconds, or longer. Least it felt longer, as they all watched, in amazement. Such a big cock, and while the load was huge, it hadn’t travelled very far. The Senior above seemed stunned and he kept looked down, at the almost prone body beneath him, at the huge cock that was staring up at him. Cum was dripping down the still throbbing pole, Brian’s hands were off to the side, twitching a little, as his small chest rose and fell quickly.

The room was silent. There was no doubt that Brian’s display of prowess, had taken everyone by surprise. Some appeared disappointed, others looked on in awe at the slowly softening penis, that even when soft, was bigger than many who were hard.

The silence in the room was finally broken by a single cough, as Brian managed to sit up. He looked so pale, but you could tell color was returning to his face. You could also tell that he had been close to passing out, as the blood had rushed to his monster dick. Blake couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to experience such a big dick, but he had an insane urge to want to know. His eyes were still fastened on Brian’s penis, when he realized that his group was to have its turn.

Blake turned his face away, as he stared at the Senior, who was still looking a bit in shock, from the result of Brian’s effort. Zero rang out from the Senior behind Brian, and the Senior in charge, made note of it in a rather subdued voice. He also reminded everyone, points went to those who could shoot their jizz the farthest. It was rather strange to think about, but as he waited for the signal to begin, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at doing okay. It would be nice, to be the envy for something.

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (6)

It had been hours since Bobby Rae had left him alone in the cabin. The fire had died down quickly, and he huddled by the dwindling embers, wrapped in a blanket. He knew he needed to keep himself warm, for the trek to the Mountains. Least he had a destination, but more importantly, he had outside help.

Since this whole nightmare began, he felt like he stood a chance. He still wasn’t sure why so many were after him, and he sure hoped Old Roy would find out. Least then he’d know. It was the not knowing, that was perhaps the worst. It made you unsure who to trust, or how far to trust those who you did.

He should be used to that though, but then again maybe not. After all most around where he lived knew about him, knew he was Gay. While some bitched about it, some called him out, least he knew where they stood. The others, well they didn’t seem to care either way, but his friends, the one’s he relied on, they had always stood up for him.

Mind you he had been wrong about the Sherrif, and Bobby Rae too. He still could feel the dull ache in his ass, from that pounding. Gawd, how he had wanted to scream out, to have him stop. Good thing he didn’t, but still, the way he had pounded him, no way he wasn’t into it. He had to be, and not the way he said.

Still, he could think of that some other time. Now he needed to get ready, to begin doing things the right way, so as to keep out of the clutches of the Feds. Man, the one thing he hated more than the Preacher or some of the so called elite of the town, was the Feds. Politics hadn’t been his thing, though he knew his folks had been a bit political. They were always at the town meetings, always handing out flyers or writing letters.

His Father was a simple man, who did his work but he took an interest in the place. He wasn’t the kind who tended to the crop, then sat around. Both he and his mother had always been out, visiting and talking. Maybe it was that which Bobby Rae had meant, or maybe it was something else.

He wished he had asked more questions, but it was enough that he was getting help. Least, he thought that it was. Still, Sheriff Roy was a crafty old man. Maybe it was a set up? Maybe he just wanted to torment him some, before hauling him off to the Feds? It was possible, but then again, it didn’t really suit the guy. He might be a stickler for some things, but he was known for being honest. His Father had always told him that, yet he still felt a bit hesitant.

It was a natural instinct, for hunters, to stalk their prey, to wear them out before making the final attack. He learned that but never really thought about it. Yet he thought about it now, as he waited for the darkness to fully come, to give him the chance to make his way to the river, then upstream to the Mountains, and hopefully sanctuary.

Yet if he was being stalked, if it was a trap, he would be too tired, to exhausted to put up a fight, even if he did have ways to make his capture costly. The knife that Bobby Rae gave him, for example. It was designed for hunting men, not animals. It was a close quarter’s weapon, one he knew how to use.

A lot of things were going thru his mind, as he waited. If only his Father had told him more, hell if only he was still alive to help him, to guide him. Maybe he could make it, but as he grew a bit depressed, he tried to snap out of it. One thing he couldn’t afford was self pity, Bobby Rae was right on that too. He needed to have his wits about him, not the kind that got him laid either, but the one’s that let him survive.

Being gay, he knew of how to survey a situation, how to get a feeling for people, so as to avoid risking a confrontation. In some ways, being different, had given hi a sixth sense, and while he was not 100% convinced of Bobby Rae, he felt like he had been telling him the truth. That it wasn’t a set up, that people were helping.

Like that time with Trent. He always had liked him, but never really got close to him, not like he did with Rick and Ron. He wished he had tried though, but then all the signs said NO. The guy had shaggy hair, that gave him a really hot look. The way it hid his eyes, made him look a bit mysterious.

He was on the football team too, so he wasn’t one of those super skinny dudes. Trent could move too, as in running. The way he would pump those legs at times, as he jogged around the countryside. It was a thrill to just watch that, and to imagine what he would be like in the sack. One of TJ’s favourite pastimes, to daydream about some of the guys he had grown up with.

Thing about Trent, was he was all guy. He liked to have his bit of fluff with him most of the time, which told TJ that he was a possible. When guys were always showing off, it usually meant they were possible lays. It was their way of proving they were guys, not sissy boys. Still, it could also be because they were horny, and he had enjoyed watching a few of the guys making out.

It was one reason he paid such good attention to the bush lessons his Father gave him. It stood him in good stead, for sneaking up and watching some of the shenanigans that went on in the bush. Some of them were so easy to follow, and watch. Like Elijah who was always up by the old mill. The guy loved to bring his girl up there, make her climb the steep hill and then clear some leaves, before settling down to some old fashioned humping.

He was cute, but not his type. TJ smiled, as he thought about Trent, about Elijah, and some of the others. He wondered if they were out hunting him too? If Elijah was with the Feds, well he didn’t think he had anything to worry about. The guy was all left feet in the bush, and the noise he made, man it would scare off a deaf deer, never mind what it would do to a one that could hear.

Trent on the other hand, would be a challenge. He came from a long line of backwoods folks. Had even grown up near the tree line, just where the main farming lands ended. And he ran daily through them, and he was good. TJ had tried following him, even trying to see if he could head him off, but the guy could move. Not just in speed, but in being quiet too.

That worried him a bit, but he felt his chest relax, as he realized, he had bested him. He had managed to get ahead of him, to find out why he ran in the woods so often. It gave him a bit of a warm feeling too, because while he had never chased Trent, he knew exactly what he was like, naked.

To say he was a stud would be an understatement. The guy was hung, definitely bit bigger than average. He had a real nice penis, which always got TJ a bit excited. Plus, Trent was one of those moaners, who when he stroked himself, would moan and twist around. Man it had been fun watching him, and better, Trent never knew.

So, he could survive, but he’d have to start thinking, not let himself get lazy, or forget what was at stake. Just like when he had made up his mind to stalk Trent, to find out why he kept running through the bushes. It was just like that, when he became all serious, and planned his every move, so as to avoid being caught.

Last thing he wanted was for Trent to catch him. If he had, it would have gotten ugly, and he really didn’t want to have to think about marring that face of his. The way his nose was just perfect, and the lips, so full, so desirable. Last thing he wanted was to have to land a few hard bare punches on them. He’d much rather be kissing them.

Just like then, he’d have to start thinking about his plan, about how he would move, where, and all of that. Just like he had scouted the trail that Trent took, to figure out where would be a good spot to lay in wait, to follow from. Now he’d have to figure out the river, where to find good spots that would give him cover during the day.

As if to emphasize it, he heard the distant sounds of something in the air, and he knew it was a helicopter. The way it’s noise was so different from a plane, as it sliced through the air. He tensed up, as it grew a bit louder, until he heard it pass away. He sighed, as he realized he had past one more test. He hadn’t rushed out, to run, but had kept still, kept his wits about him.

It had taken him nearly two weeks, before he had found a spot that was near the path Trent always took. He had scouted the whole route, noting the paths, the roughness of the trail, until he came upon the one spot, that showed signs of use. It was a small clearing, just to one side of the pathway. There was dead grass there, as if it had died from being flattened too many times. It puzzled him, but as he had surveyed the area, he noted how isolated it was.

If you wanted to do something, like rest or take a piss, it was a great spot. No one could sneak up on you without you hearing them come. It was hidden so that if you were perfectly still, a person could come past on the path and not even notice you. TJ had thought it odd that it looked so well used, then he began to do his math.

He figured out how long it took Trent to enter the woods, then leave. Keeping notes of the times, he realized that on certain days, Trent always took longer to make his way through the woods. That wasn’t normal, and given his already suspicion that Trent was up to something in the woods, well it made him even more curious.

Like he had been taught, he took care to scout out the terrain. He knew the river, knew the path to the mountains, like it was the back of his hand. There were good spots for him to lay over and rest, some a bit of a stretch from a previous lair, others a bit close, but he had ten days or so Bobby Rae had said. There would be no sense in rushing, and as he sat there, he made a mental note of the spots that would be good for resting.

Counting it up, he knew he’d need about eight days at most, to make it to where he had to go. That would give him some cover, plus it would also not tax his strength too much. While he felt he could trust Bobby Rae, he wasn’t going to arrive at the cave, and be unable to defend himself.

Just like he had taken a whole day to come up with a way to explain why he was in the woods, if Trent caught him. He had found a perfect spot that would let him view the clearing, and the path. It was ideal for him, where he could stretch out, and watch. Yet if Trent did spot him, he needed a plan.

In scouting the area out, he had noticed that a few spots had some good mushrooms growing around. It gave him his alibi. He’d make sure he had some nearby, so that he could explain his presence. He also made sure his spot was well flattened down too, to further give his alibi some credence, as to being a spot he used often, to rest after doing some mushroom picking.

He had it all worked out, and when finally ready to put his plan into action, he knew it would work. All the details had been attended to, now he would find out exactly what it was that football hero Trent did in the woods. From his scouting, he knew that Trent always took longer to go through the woods on Monday. There were other days, but Monday was a regular one. He always took longer, so as the next Monday approached, he got himself ready.

That first Monday had been quite an eye opener for him. He had figured that Trent would stop and do something like smoke a joint or something. It had been a hell of a surprise when he had watched him come along the path, barely audible. That had surprised him a bit, but then when he had come up to where the clearing was, his actions had made him tense up.

TJ had expected him to check to see if anyone was nearby, but the way Trent had moved, showed how nervous he was, how cautious too. The way he would walk up and down the path, peering into the woods, sniffing even. Man it was a bit uncanny, and TJ had felt himself sweating, wondering if Trent would spot him. There was one brief moment when he thought he would, but it passed.

Watching, he saw Trent carefully make his way to the little clearing, and to TJ’s surprise, he watched him get onto his knees, and suddenly pull his shorts down. His eyes bulged as he saw the hard dick, and how Trent stared down at it. The way his eyes seemed to suddenly sparkle, as he checked his own boner out.

The sudden show had made his own dick stiffen, but he kept himself still, wondering what the fuck was going on. Was Trent waiting for someone else? Maybe his latest squeeze would show up, but as he cocked his head to listen, there was no other sounds indicating anyone was coming.

He couldn’t believe it, as he watched Trent lick his fingers, then slowly run them along his hard dick. It was almost as if the guy was going to jerk off, which he was. At that time, he wasn’t sure, believing Trent was doing drugs not jacking himself off. After all, Trent could have any girl in town, anytime, so why would he find a secluded spot, to jack off? Didn’t make sense, but he was rather enjoying the show.

How Trent moved his fingers along the top of his taut dick, how it shook to his touch, how the muscles in his thighs quivered. TJ could see it all, from where he lay. It was uncomfortable, thanks to his own stiff dick, but he didn’t move a muscle.

His eyes were glued to Trent. To how his fingers moved up and down the top of the shaft, then circled underneath, to cup the balls. He got a good look at them, then. It was like looking at perfection, as he stared at the two round eggs in Trent’s open palm. How the hand held them, then slowly closed around them, to squeeze them.

Trent’s head tilted backwards a bit, and TJ was pretty certain he was licking his lips, as his other hand now moved to take hold of his cock. How it grasped the shaft, wrapping all of the fingers around the blood gorged pole, gave him a bit of a quiver. He felt his legs vibrate a bit, as he watched Trent move his one hand along the shaft, the other squeezing the balls.

It was then that he heard him, the soft moan that didn’t stop, but only got a bit louder as the hand moved faster along the shaft. The sound mixed with the birds chirping, the wind rustling through the trees, was amazing. He could still hear it now, as he looked out the window, seeing the darkness growing thicker.

TJ licked his lips, as he remembered how Trent’s voice had sounded, as he had stroked himself. The way it would sort of just sing out, like a chant that rose and dropped at points. His voice had a huskiness to it. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how the whole body also moved, shook as the hand began to stroke faster.

His eyes had bulged open as Trent’s had become nothing but a blur. The way it moved up and down that pole, how his whole body seemed to rock, and the moaning became louder almost made him want to grab hold of his own dick, and stroke it. He didn’t, because he knew Trent would hear him, but he almost risked it, that day.

It was that discipline he needed to hold onto now, as he thought about how it had felt to watch Trent jerk off, to watch him and see how his body moved, gauging when he would shoot. That helped keep his own hands still, as he watched the mouth, the lips tighten, then the facial muscles tighten too, and TJ knew it would be anytime soon.

He moved his eyes downwards, to watch the blurred hand working the dick, waiting for that final moment. The moaning became louder, and he licked his own lips, as he waited for that sign, for that spurt to happen. TJ recalled how his own body had tightened up, how every muscle in his body was taut. How he held his eyes open, afraid to even blink, for wanting to not miss that moment.

Thinking about it now, he realized how close he had come to missing it. Yet he had caught it, just as he had hoped. The sun had shone through, a ray catching that milky white liquid stream as it spurted through Trent’s clenched fist. He had seen it as it flew out, and as he heard the moan change its tempo.

He could hear his shallow breathing as well, as he watched that stream splatter far away. It was an amazing stream of cum, one he wished was hitting the back of his throat, instead of being wasted on the ground. How Trent’s whole body had shook, how his bones were sticking out, the muscles wrapped so tightly around them. TJ could see it all, as Trent shot his load.

The second and third pop was no less impressive. TJ couldn’t believe how much spunk the guy could shoot, nor how good of a view he had of it all. If only he could reach down, to grab his own dick, he knew he would cum too. Still, there was time enough for that once Trent left, plus now that he knew what went on, he also knew where he would be come next Monday.

As he watched Trent slowly relax, and lean forward, he saw how he reached down, and wiped a drop of his spent cum off his cock head. Looking on, he saw him put the finger with the cum up to his face, where he looked at it, then licked it clean. He could see Trent’s face, see the pleasure he was getting from it. If only that was his dick, he thought, as Trent stood up, his cock still semi hard.

Trent looked around a bit, then pulled his shorts back up, and it was suddenly like he hadn’t even missed a beat. He was off on the trail, moving down the pathway. As he heard the feet hit the ground, he couldn’t help but notice how light they sounded, how quickly their sound dissipated as well.

TJ had lain there for nearly ten minutes, before moving. His legs had cramped up, but all he could think of was Trent and his dick, at how he had stared at it, before jerking himself off. His own hand had his pants undone, and his own cock was sticking up in the air. He didn’t listen, or look around, but he quickly wrapped his hand around it, and felt the warmth, felt the blood pulsing through it.

His chest hurt, as he felt his body buck, then as his hand moved down the hard pole, his legs twitched, his toes tried to curl up, as he moved up the shaft. He had been right, it wouldn’t have taken him much effort, as he felt his balls release their precious fluid. He felt it rushing through his body, felt his whole body tremble.

He had never shot so much, or so hard, before. The image of Trent, of how his cum had spurted through his clenched fist, only made him ache even more. The way the muscles in his stomach had contracted, at how he could see them tighten under the golden flesh, made his own body grow hard.

The waves of pleasure were already travelling up and down his spine, before he realized he was cumming. His fingers were covered in his sticky cum, as he felt himself arch up, then fall back to the hard ground. His chest ached, as he felt his body drain totally of all fluids. The pain in his legs were intense, as the muscles finally released. His heart was thundering, as he felt the cum between his fingers start to dry in the warm air.

TJ looked up, saw how dark it had suddenly become. With a start, he realized it was time to leave the cabin, to begin his journey to the Cave. He quickly stood up, and pushed his pants down and off. Grabbing the Vaseline, he worked it up his legs, and as he coated his dick, the image of Trent flashed once more before him.

His hand stopped, quivering a bit, as he though about jerking off. The grease of the Vaseline would make it quick, but he also knew he couldn’t afford to do it. It simply wasn’t practical to jerk off now, but it would be a thought to hold onto, for when he made his first rest stop, before daylight. He could indulge himself then, if he wasn’t too tired.

He pulled his underwear and pants up, and sat down to put on the socks and boots. His face was set in a frown, as he listened for any strange noises, any indication that anyone was near by. He had managed to sneak up on Trent, and was damned if he’d let anyone do it to him.

Marching

to a Different Beat

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

The sky was just beginning to lighten, as the bus rattled along the highway. They had been on the road all night long, as Jeremy stared out the window. It was the first time he had managed to snag a window seat. Maybe it was a sign that the others had finally given up on making him the target of their jokes, of their nastiness.

They would be at the ferry terminal in another couple of hours, then off to the Island on the 7am run. According to the band director, they’d check into the hotel and have the whole day off. Tomorrow and Sunday would be practice days, then the parade on Monday. It would be their 5^th parade in as many weeks, and he was a bit weary of it all.

At eighteen, a senior, this was supposed to be the culmination of his high school years. Next year he’d be off to college, if accepted, and would be starting all over. He hoped the stories were true, though, that at least in college it was easier to be queer. High School certainly hadn’t been fun for those who were, and he could testify to that.

Not that anyone knew, until they were on the road. Somehow he had managed to keep it secret, until that fateful night on their first day out. He could still hear the jeers, feel the sudden anger and hatred around him. It wasn’t fair, and maybe he should have denied it, or tried to bluff his way through it, but he hadn’t. Now he had spent nearly five weeks in pure purgatory, thanks to one simple mistake.

Leaning back in the seat, he turned to face the window, to just stare out at the passing scenery. He still couldn’t believe how those who he had known for years, could turn on him so suddenly. People like Roger, Mark, and Cory, all of whom he had known since grade school. They had joined Band together back then, when the drums they played were bigger than they were.

Yet one simple goof, and now they were the leaders of his torment, always jeering, always with the sissy boy, the fag jokes. It wasn’t any open attack, except when on the bus, or in the hotel rooms. He had looked forward to exploring the different cities with his friends, but instead he was left to wander the streets, the shops, alone. No one was willing to have him along, not even the girls.

In some respects they were meaner than him. The way some had come to him, showing off their lipsticks or make up purchases, loudly asking if like the color, given it wasn’t pink. That always got the guys snickering, and how some would seek his advice, in front of the others, about what under garments to wear. They wanted to know if it would get the guy’s hot, seeing as how he was an expert on what got guys turned on.

That had been the hardest part, and it wasn’t like the chaperons were any help. For the most part they snickered, or ignored it. To them it was harmless teasing, but it didn’t feel like that to him. Even the band leader turned a blind eye to the crap. Like at the first stop, when they had hidden his drum, or painted the words ‘faggot’ on the drum skin.

They even ignored it when they had replaced his harness with one made with frills, and colored a bright pink, and hid any of the others so he had to use it. Not one word of admonishment from the adults of the group, just the shake of a head, telling him he’d have to use it. That had to be one of the worst parades of his life. To go marching with the others, standing out from the entire group, in front of all those strangers. It even was picked up by the local television station, calling him some sort of activist, guessing at what he was trying to protest.

In some ways, he knew he had been stupid. The weekend before they were to leave, he had gone camping with Neil, and had taken some of his boy magazines with him. It was something he could share with Neil, a guy he had met at summer camp the previous year. They had found that they had more in common than being in the band of their respective schools.

He liked Neil, who was in the wind section of his high school band, a bit thin but man, he had been something that summer. They had kept up their friendship, and when Neil had a chance to come to Jeremy’s city, well they made plans to meet. Going camping before Neil left to go back had been his father’s idea, and well, it was a perfect way to end Neil’s visit.

The sex had been great, even better than at camp, as both had a bit more experience now, so he had taken some skin magazines with him. It had been fun to talk about which one’s were hot, which weren’t. To simply share an appreciation that other’s wouldn’t understand. And like an idiot, he had forgotten to empty his duffel bag before packing for the band trip.

Stopping at the campsite, that first night, he had forgotten about the magazines, Hell he’d forgotten about it before packing, so when he dumped his bag out, and the magazines came flying out, he had been as surprised as everyone else. Unfortunately they had moved faster, and it was around the whole campsite in seconds, or so it seemed.

He should have denied they were his, should have figured out some snappy lie, or better yet, taken a page from the Politicians and blamed them, saying that one of them must have put them there, to get at him. That is what he should have done, instead he had just stammered, just stood there pale as a ghost. And ever since he had been the butt of their so called sense of humor.

Staring out the window, he felt rather sad. He didn’t understand how guys like Mark or Ron could switch from being a friend, to being the enemy. It really didn’t make much sense, except maybe that they were trying to cover their own asses. The way some of the other’s had looked at them, wondering. He wondered if he would have acted that way too, if the situation had been reversed?

Looking out, he saw the darkness evaporating, saw the shapes becoming more defined as the bus rolled along. He was tired, but it wasn’t a good tired. Not like it had been on that last morning with Neil, at the camping spot they had found. No campgrounds for them, as they had trekked into the woods, off the beaten path, so that no one could intrude. It had been a week of nothing but sex, and he smiled as his body settled deep into the bus seat.

So what if they wanted to harass him? They couldn’t take away what he had, and soon he’d be away from them. Soon he’d be off making new friends, and like Neil had said, colleges had a more ‘gay friendly’ lifestyle. Sure, he would still need to be careful, but incidents like skin mags falling wouldn’t do more than raise an eyebrow.

They hadn’t done much exploring, other than the odd journey down to the river. There they had found a nice spot, shaded and not quite so open so that they could be seen. It had been fun, to lay on the ground, staring out at the sun shining down on the water. How it had glittered, but not as much as Neil’s eyes had, when he would get horny, which seemed to be all the time.

For a skinny kid, Neil did have a rather attractive body, when naked. The ribs didn’t really stick out that much, and his stomach was flat. It was fun to run his hand over it, because he could feel each muscle under the skin. Not like there was a lot of fat to cover it. His hips were a bit bony, but then Neil was what one would call your typical eighteen year old high school nerd or geek.

He liked computer sciences, and was nuts about astrology too. The way his face would light up when he was talking about some ram this or quad processors, or when he talked about the worlds beyond. Neil was one of those who liked to dream, but he was all guy too. He loved sex, talking about penises, cut or not, seemed to make his face glow as much as talking about the stars did.

While he didn’t think of himself as having a great body, he knew it was more muscular, more filled out than Neil’s was, but the sex had been so good, it really didn’t matter all that much. He might have outweighed Neil by 30 or so pounds, and he had a lot more hair on his legs than Neil, but when it came to comparing dicks, well Neil won that one hands down.

Who would have thought some skinny runt like Neil would have a dick the size of a torpedo? Back at summer camp it hadn’t been that big, least he hadn’t thought it had, but in a year, it was like some growth hormone had kicked in, or something. He even asked Neil if he had been using some of those ‘penis pills’ that inundated his email.

Neil had laughed, and said no, but the way he had laughed, grinned, had only made Jeremy stare at Neil more. They had been out at the river, laying there watching the sun come up. It was their first night, and already he had shot two loads and Neil had only shot once.

It wasn’t cold either, and they were stretched out on a pair of blankets, stark naked, just enjoying the warm air, the stars, and each other. He wished it didn’t have to be hidden, even then, but stupid he wasn’t. Least until the magazines had come out of his duffle bag. Now that was stupid, but thinking back to that first night, it seemed like no one should object to him or Neil.

Looking out, the whole night seemed to be just like that first night, at how Neil had lay next to him, his body just touching him in certain spots, and how good it had felt. The press of someone’s legs against his, of feeling his presence. It had given him some good feelings, and when they had turned their heads to look at each other, to talk or say something, it had felt so comfortable, that he wished he could do that with others.

He and Neil were typical eighteen year olds, least he thought so. Yet maybe they weren’t, because in all the locker room talk he had heard, no one ever talked about how it felt to lay next to the person they were boinking. No one talked about how it felt, just about how much cum they had shot, or how long they had been banging.

Maybe instead of hounding him, they could take a lesson in what real sex was like, from him and Neil. Man, he still could remember how good it had felt, when Neil had let his hand rest on Jeremy’s chest. How his heart had begun to beat a bit faster, as Neil caressed his chest, how the fingers would play the few chest hairs he had. How they felt, tingled as his fingers twisted them a bit, then flattened them out.

How his nipples seemed to stiffen as the tips of Neil’s fingers would gently circle them, then rub over the tip. How it made him tremble, how he would bite his teeth, as the hand moved slowly over his body. It was hard to put into words, but damn it had felt good, something he could still feel, if he thought about it real hard.

How his whole body shuddered, when Neil leaned over and lightly pressed his lips against the side of his chest, just beside a nipple. Man, he almost creamed right then and there, as the soft press of those moist lips touched his skin. It had been a perfect night, and the dawn was on track for being even more spectacular.

Strange, but thinking about that camping trip, he couldn’t remember when he hadn’t been hard, nor if Neil had ever been soft. It was like they were always stiff, always wanting to get it on, yet the sex wasn’t just about a quick suck or fuck. Okay, the first afternoon it had been, but only then.

It was more about how they seemed to just enjoy each other, to take their time, to savour it all. Maybe they weren’t typical, but damn the sex had been amazing. They had gone through a few boxes of Condoms on that trip. Thinking about it now, he realized too that it was more about the way they did things, than the mechanics of it. After all a fuck was a fuck, but it was how they led up to it, how they enjoyed the touch of each other, the closeness, that made it worth remembering.

Like that first morning, how Neil spent so much time just leaning on his side, while he explored all of Jeremy’s body. How good it had felt, the way his hand seemed to be all over him, touching, pressing. It was sort of like Neil was trying to memorize every part of him, where every dimple was, every ridge of skin was. How his finger would moved down the centre of his chest, towards his belly.

How it traced around his belly button, making him giggle a little, and how they laughed as suddenly they were tickling each other, hands flying to various body spots, to tickle, to touch. Their peals of laughter only seemed to make them want each other more. Strange that, but one second they were frolicking around, laughing and then the next, they were locked in a passionate kiss.

Neil tasted so good, but the sound of him laughing, the way he would squirm, to reach around and tickle him, or to just hold him, was an unbelievable experience. Everything felt so natural, so unrehearsed. It was as if they could read each other’s minds, know what the other wanted.

Why was that so wrong? So many seemed to think it was, but as he thought about it, he couldn’t understand it. He was happy when he could feel Neil’s arms around him, holding him. How good it had felt to feel his hot breath on his cheeks, while his hand was touching him. Nothing that felt that good, could be wrong.

His eyes closed as his head settled further into the seat, thinking of Neil, of that first morning. How Neil had moved around, how they had kissed, then how Neil was suddenly on top of him, his body pressing down. He could feel the press of his big dick, wedged up into the soft part of his groin, his own dick wedged upwards, against Neil’s belly.

Jeremy could feel the heart beating, feel the chest heaving as Neil kissed him hard. How his tongue had pushed past his teeth, had licked him deep inside, then pulled out, while his tongue returned the favour. It felt so good, to feel the Neil’s fingers digging into his upper arms, as he moved his hips from side to side, rubbing his hard cock against his crotch.

The way his body moved, to push at his own dick, to make it rub between them, then how he had sat up, his knees on either side of Jeremy. How he had looked down at him, his eyes looking so alive, so filled with fire. It had made his body shake a bit, made his heart skip a beat. Even now he could feel how good it had felt, to be looked at that way.

Nothing dirty about that, nothing unseemly. It just felt so natural, so good. How the eyes seemed to pierce his deep inside, touching him within. The way he had moaned softly, as Neil had looked at him, at how it felt to have his bony knees pushing against the outside of his thighs. Looking up, he knew what Neil wanted, knew it without having to ask.

He had smiled back, and had reached for his pants, to pull out a condom. Jeremy had felt the eyes following his movement, could feel the excitement building in the body on top of his, as he picked up the condom and turned to stare at Neil.

Handing it to him, he saw the eyes widen, saw the desire too. Hell, he could feel it. Until now, he had always been the top, the one to penetrate. Even back at summer camp, he had been the one to do it. Looking up at Neil, he felt the ache inside, knowing that this time, he wanted it as much as Neil had all those other times.

It wasn’t like he had never bottomed before, but for some reason, he really wanted it this time. He had this strange ache in his ass, that made him squirm, as he watched Neil tear the condom package, and take out the thin plastic. How it seemed to sort of shine, in his hand, as he grabbed the tip and looked down at Jeremy. It was so different than any of the other times. Something about it had made him lick his lips, made his eyes widen, as Neil stared down at him, as he adjusted himself to sit between Jeremy’s legs.

Everything felt suddenly quiet, still even. His heart seemed to be holding itself in check, as he glanced down his body, to see that large dick, to see the tiny white at the slit, as Neil reached down to grab hold of it. How big it looked, yet how much he wanted it. It didn’t make sense, as he watched Neil unroll the condom slowly down the cock shaft. Least to him it seemed slow, and almost, sensual. To think, that was soon going to be inside of him, made him tremble a bit, made him a bit anxious too.

He had dicks before, but nothing like Neil’s. Still he wanted it, could feel the desire in his body, as he spread his legs a bit, as his own cock was solid, like a rock, sticking up. They didn’t say a word to each other, as Neil finished unrolling the condom, then looked up at Jeremy.

It was as if he was asking if Jeremy was certain, and his reply had been a soft whimper, as if, he couldn’t wait. His body was trembling, as he lifted up his legs, pushing them apart, and reaching to hold them up high in the air, lifting his rear upwards, to give Neil a good view.

The sudden touch of Neil’s fingers around his balls, the way they moved down from the top, between his cheeks, made him shiver. His thighs quivered, the muscles tightening, as he clenched his legs. The pain of being in that position ignored, as his eyes became a bit glazed over. His chest hurt too, as he held his breath, as he licked his lips for the umpteenth time.

The touch was soft as the fingers moved down and circled his hole, then disappeared. He heard Neil slurping, as if he was sucking on something, then he felt the fingers back at his hole, felt their moist tips, knowing that the sound had been Neil sucking on his own fingers.

The tip of the finger circled his hole, then it rested briefly over his hole, before he felt the soft press, the gradual increase of pressure, as Neil let his finger push inwards. He felt the muscles around his hole, felt them tighten, then suddenly he felt the finger sliding into him. He moaned, and shook a bit, as Neil continued to slowly push his finger in, until Jeremy could feel the press of Neil’s hands between his cheeks.

He sighed, as the finger began to pump him, to go in and out, then twist around. His body continued to squirm, as Neil added a second finger to the first, stretching his insides a bit more. It felt snug, felt full, as he moaned a bit, as the fingers moved in and out. They didn’t go fast, but in a steady in and out motion, that made him quiver a bit more.

His chest began to heave, as the fingers worked deep into his body, then out, then in. They moved from side to side, making him moan his pleasure as he felt the steady motion. Then it was suddenly over, as he felt Neil pressing up against his legs. He felt the hot breath across his face, and opened his eyes to see his face looming over his chest.

The way his short hair looked so damp, as if he had been in the river. How the eyes had a strange glint he had never seen before, that made him catch his own breath. How adorable he looked, really. The way his jaw was held so tight, the thin lines around it more pronounced. His nostrils were flaring as Jeremy felt Neil’s cock sliding between his upraised buttocks.

It felt so hot, like a hot poker. He groaned as the huge cock was suddenly being pressed up into his hole. Jeremy could feel the muscles protesting, feel his nerves tingling, as Neil glanced down at Jeremy. How his eyes took on a totally different look, almost feverish. The way his cheeks were pulled inwards, as his small bony chest heaved with the effort.

Then he felt the pain, the sharp jabbing jolt that seemed to suddenly race up and down his spine. God how it hurt, yet didn’t. It was all through his body, making his legs quiver, making his arms tighten their grip on his legs. How his own body suddenly became tense, wired with nervous energy.

The pain in his rectum made him groan loudly, made him bite his lower lip as Neil’s dick pressed inwards, the head stretching him so much, he was certain his tiny little pink hole would be ripped apart, that it would need stitches or something to be put back together. He cried out, as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, as the hard cock continued to press inwards.

He heard Neil grunt, heard his breath come rushing past, as a giant wave of pain came rushing into his body. He cried out louder, his body coiled tightly, as the cock head made its way past his tiny hole. He could feel it, feel the sudden tightening of it around the shaft, as Neil pressed inwards, driving his cock into Jeremy.

Slowly he felt his whole insides being filled, as the cock seemed endless. His body shook, his legs quivered, but he didn’t want it to stop. The pain was harsh, more than he had ever experienced, yet as he squirmed, he couldn’t help but feel the pleasure too. The way his body shuddered as sweat dropped from Neil’s looming body onto Jeremy. It all made him feel it even more, as his eyes closed, as he let the moment take hold of him.

He had no idea how long it was, nor did he care. Each hard thrust into his body made him jump, made his body try to burrow into the soft ground beneath him. His legs ached, his arms were numb, as Neil seemed to be pounding him faster and faster. Each crushing blow, driving that thick long pole deeper and deeper.

Jeremy swore he could feel the pulsing vein under the shaft, as it dug deep into him. He could feel the head banging up against his insides, feel it reaching for his throat even, as he tossed his head from side to side, enjoying the pain that was now pure joy. How good it felt, as the hard pole continued to drive in and out of his body.

How good it all felt, as he heard his own cries mingle with Neil’s. There was a strange thundering echo in his ears, which he knew had to be the wild beat of his heart, but there were other sounds too. The sounds of the river lapping onto the shore, the sound of the warm wind blowing through the trees above. There were the sounds of Neil’s labored breathing, of his own.

They all joined together in one single chorus of noise, that echoed in his ears, that penetrated his mind, as the hard dick kept thrusting into his body. His whole body was shaking, and then he felt his cock being grabbed, felt the hand circle it and began to pump it, to stroke it.

Opening his eyes, he saw the wild look in Neil’s face. How he was staring at Jeremy’s cock, as he rocked in and out, as his whole body shook. His hand moved as fast as his hips did, in time with the deep thrusts of his cock. Jeremy couldn’t believe the image, of how the hand was nothing but a blur, as his legs kept bucking. How the pleasure he was feeling inside, kept on growing, with each hard thrust.

His chest ached, his mind was in a fog, as his eyes opened wider, as the hand stroked his dick, as the cock inside pressed up into his body. Jeremy felt it coming, could feel how his balls were so full that he though they would burst. How hard they hurt as he heard the slapping sounds of Neil’s bony groin slamming into him.

It was totally unreal, as their hot flesh met each other. How it felt like he was melting, as if his skin was becoming a pool of molten liquid. The way his whole body shook, as if in the middle of a giant earthquake. How the skin shook, from the wild force of Neil’s crashing blows into him.

He cried out, as the pain in his groin matched that in his rectum. His balls seemed like giant balloons, as they were crushed by Neil’s inwards thrusts. Then suddenly he felt it, crying out as he did. The rush of release was fantastic. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, as the hot cream left his balls, his cock shaft suddenly becoming even thicker. The blood was suddenly rushing from everywhere, to his dick. His eyes fluttered, the sudden sharp explosion of lights across them made him suddenly arch his whole body up, just as Neil crashed down into it.

The hand around his cock grew even tighter, as the head reared back, then shot forward. Jeremy felt the hot splash across his chin, then across his neck and down on his upper chest. He felt his mouth open, felt himself screaming, but heard nothing but a roaring crashing sound of thunder. His body shook, as if every single muscle had suddenly uncoiled, has sprung.

Just as he thought it was all over, he heard a distant cry, a distant scream. The fullness inside was suddenly gone, and as he felt his chest heave, he felt more splashes of hot liquid across his belly. He felt the muscles inside rumble, felt the nerves scream as the hot liquid burned his flesh. His whole body was once more convulsing, as the streams of hot cream splashed across his rolling stomach.

As the shaking slowly subsided, he managed to open his eyes, to see a blurred shape above him, slowly fall forward. He felt the weight on his whole body, felt the cooling liquid become squished between the falling body, and his own, felt the sudden beat of another drum near his heart. His eyes flickered, as the stars shone above the damp head that was resting on his own heaving chest.

Looking out at the growing light, Jeremy wished he was back at the river, that Neil hadn’t gone back home. Maybe he could phone him, or something. He would know what to say, how to make him forget these last five weeks, as he remembered how good it had felt, to have his naked body on top of his. How good it had felt, as his softened cock finally was eased out from his own body.

Turning away from the window, he glanced around at the darkened bus. Everyone was in various positions of rest. Some had their mouths open, a few were even snoring as he looked at his classmates. They simply didn’t get it, and he doubted if any ever would. Neil had gotten it, and so what if they teased him. He would always have that, which most of them never would.

He sighed, as his eyes met those of his ex friend, Roger. Jeremy could see how he wasn’t asleep, how he was staring at him. Unlike the other times, he didn’t lower his eyes, nor did he turn away, he stared back at Roger, daring him to make a comment.

Strange, but somehow thinking of Neil, remembering how it had felt, he didn’t fear Roger or the others anymore. He felt different, as if he had something they just never would. Let Roger stare, let the others stare or make their comments. He was who he was, and if they didn’t like it, tough shit. Neil had liked it, and he was certain others would too. The Roger’s of the world suddenly, no longer mattered to him, or scared him.

Jeremy watched as Roger turned his eyes away, almost as if he had read Jeremy’s mind, and Jeremy turned back to look out the window. It felt good, as he watched the sun beginning to rise up on the horizon. He no longer felt ashamed or afraid.