Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Stepping back a foot or two, Jimmy stared at the long wall, holding his breath. It didn’t shake, didn’t look like it would soon fall over either, which made him sigh in relief. At last, the biggest task was more or less done, as he stared at the long slat wall that he had erected. It felt rather satisfying, so much that he didn’t even notice the two hot guys saunter past and swivel to stare at him.

Hell, he didn’t even notice his boss Scott walk up to stand beside him. It was his scent that finally made him turn his head, to notice Scott standing next to him. He also noticed the grin on his bosses face, which seemed to only add to the satisfaction inside.

It was late, and there was still tons of work to do, but the biggest task was finished. The 14 by 8 kiosk walls were up, and standing like they should. He even watched without fear, as Scott leaned forward, to give a small push against the long wall, to make sure it wasn’t going to come crashing down.

They had three more hours before the Mall closed for the night, though they could stay longer, but damn it, it was a Friday night and Scott had been pushing him hard, wanting to finish so he could head off to some lame ass party as usual. He wouldn’t have minded going with him but then straight parties weren’t Jimmy’s thing. Not that he didn’t mind a good party, but he rather party with his own kind. That way he didn’t have to worry about getting the crap beaten out of him for making a pass at some sexy stud. Though if it was Scott, well, he wouldn’t say no.

Getting the spot in the mall, for Christmas had been a stroke of luck for Scott, which Jimmy had sort of wished hadn’t happened. Least until he spent some time at the mall, knowing instantly that he wouldn’t mind being the one working it. God, the hot guys that seemed to be all over the place, kept him constantly drooling.

There was that one guy, who kept walking past, while he had been setting out the poles and wall panels. His hair was a bit weird, some purple along with pink and a huge loop sticking out from above one eyebrow was a bit much, but damn he had a nice ass and that basket was certainly worth a stare or two. Besides, it wasn’t the face he was interested in fucking, if he ever had the chance.

Judging too how the guy kept coming around, he had to be interested. Why else would he keep sauntering past, always turning his face to stare at him? Mind you, he did check out Scott too, but Jimmy felt he was cruising him, not his boss. After all, he was 20, his boss was 38, and well, the guy didn’t look like he was into older men. Though in all fairness, Scott didn’t look that old.

He was tall, had a firm body too. His hair was short & a dark brown, that sort of set off his angular jaw line. Mind you it was Scott’s deep emerald eyes that were his best feature, other than his full looking basket. Jimmy noticed those things, noticed too how Scott always wore tight shirts and pants, showing off his muscular body.

Jimmy on the other hand looked still like some pink faced teenager. He had long curly blond hair, that hung around his face, dangling a bit on top of his shoulders. He wasn’t what you would call muscular either, but man did the guys at the local gay bar drool over his looks.

He didn’t kid himself either, knowing that it was the way his hair curled around his face, that gave him a sort of boyish look, that was the attraction. That and the rather full basket he sported, lot fuller when he was horny, which was most of the time. He couldn’t help himself, he liked sex, and yet felt unsatisfied for the most part. Least with most of who he went to bed with. There were a few exceptions, which made him wonder, if he just hadn’t been looking in the right age group.

Oh, he had his share of sex with guys his own age. Sex had never been something he had done without, or been late in enjoying either. There had been the high school basketball star years ago, and a few other jocks since, but they had never really satisfied him. Sure, the sex had been good, but not what he liked to think about when jacking off, another thing he loved doing, and doing often.

It was also one reason he rather wanted to get this done with. He hadn’t managed to sneak off for a few minutes whacking his willy for the whole evening. Heck, last time he had managed to jack off, was hours ago, which really had him horny. Every time some guy walked by, it seemed to get his dick jerking in his pants, and there were a couple of times when he was certain Scott had noticed.

Now that would be interesting, to imagine himself doing it with Scott. While Jimmy was fairly certain the guy was straight, there was some doubt. The way he would catch him staring, back at the store, and certainly a few times so far tonight, so was he?

He had thought about him a few times, even had a few good jack off sessions thinking about doing Scott, which would surprise most of his friends. They were into guys their own age, but he liked his men older, or thought he did. The few really good sex he had in his 20 years of life, had been with older guys. They just seemed to pace themselves out more, so that they were ready when he was ready, not spent or finished, like so many of his own age usually were. Mind you little Aaron had been a surprise, but that was a rarity. Most of the guys Jimmy had managed to get into bed, were usually way done, long before he was even thinking of shooting his load.

The older guys, which he had slept with, never seemed to be in a hurry to cum, to finish. Not like he had slept with many older guys, but the few he had, were like Aaron. Course, they were looking for guys like him, and okay so the one old geezer hadn’t been very good, but hell the guy had been in his sixties. So maybe that had been stretching it, but now Scott, that would be in the right range.

At 38 Scott didn’t look his age, just as he didn’t look his age of 20. Scott had a fantastic looking body, showed off nicely too, but it was more than just the physical look he had. It was his eyes, how they could make you feel like you were the only one in the room or in a crowded mall. How they could seem to get right inside of a guy, knowing that he was seeing your innermost thoughts. That was his charm, and when you added that little smile of his, well, no wonder his dick always tried to push out from his pants.

Yet he was fairly certain Scott was straight. Not that Scott had said so, and too, it wasn’t like he kept talking about girls or anything, just that when he had told Scott he was Gay, the guy hadn’t made any move, any indication that he too was. He had sort of, well just acted like he was being told that there was a new delivery or something mundane to deal with. No surprise, no real comments other than a sort of ‘yeah, cool’ approach.

Surely if he was gay, he’d have said something more. Maybe a sort of ‘I know’ or a casual ‘thought so’ would have worked, but instead he got nada. Hardly a flicker from his eyes, but then Scott did keep his private life rather secretive. Jimmy had no idea what bars he went to, though he had mentioned going on a few times, but never anything more.

It bugged him sort of, but then too it also made him appear more desirable, more mysterious too. It had led to some interesting fantasizing when he had taken a break to hit the can, but that was the extent of it all. He rather wished there had been more details to add some spice to his fantasies, but he’d take what he could. Like working late on a Friday night, to set up the kiosk. After all it was Halloween, and well, that was always worth a few good memories.

Still, when Scott had asked if he’d work late, maybe till midnight, to help set the kiosk up, he didn’t hesitate a second. He rather enjoyed the time working with Scott, and this was certainly one of those times. It was one thing to stand next to him, pricing stuff, or unpacking new merchandise, but this was different.

This was real work, and he could smell the man’s scent as he stood beside him, admiring their handiwork. The slat wall panels had given them grief, along with the braces that they connected to. It seemed nothing wanted to work just right, or as they were intended to. Though he shouldn’t complain, because it certainly made them work closer. The mixture of Scott’s sweat and his cologne was also making him horny, but he didn’t dare look at him, not now. If he did, he was sure his dick would explode, and no way was he going to have a big wet spot on the front of his jeans for Scott to see, or anyone else.

It wasn’t fair at how horny he got. At times it was really embarrassing, and there had been a few times when he was certain Scott had caught him, hard. Hell the guy would have to be blind to have missed it. Not like he had his dick hanging out, but Jimmy’s dick wasn’t some short stubby wiener. He was rather proud of his dick size, not that it was what you would call monster sized, but it was uncut, and when hard, well it wasn’t average, that was for damn sure. Judging by the odd times he’d seen Scott’s basket, he rather didn’t think Scott was exactly lacking in the penis department either.

Though he had to admit, he’d like to have seen that basket more, but he was too damn afraid of getting caught. Seemed every time a good opportunity would popup, so to speak, Scott would be looking right at him. Now, no way could he stare, but he did dare a few quick peeks,

‘Hey I gotta hit the can’

‘Yeah? Okay, just don’t take all day, we got the glass shelves to get up.’

‘Yeah, okay.’

As he stepped away to head off, he couldn’t help but feel Scott’s eyes staring at him, which only added to his growing discomfort in the crotch. Damn the guy, he thought, as he walked quickly to the closest washrooms. The guy was just too damn sexy, to be working this close. Besides, that aroma of his was too much, especially how long it had been since he had last relieved himself, and he wasn’t talking about taking a pee.

Pushing open the main door, he quickly scanned the room, and headed for the far stall, that was open. He hated the closer one’s, and most usually took the first ones. He liked to take his time, though he didn’t expect it would be that long, given how horny he was feeling. He was already inside, locking the stall door, and undoing his belt before even turning around. His dick was anxious, he could tell as he shoved his pants down to his ankles. As his head lowered, he could see how his shorts were super tented, and he smiled, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Standing up a bit, he grabbed hold of the shorts, and pushed them down towards his knees, freeing his hard cock. It really looked so pleased, to be free of his clothes, that he couldn’t help but fell a sort of thrill.

Jimmy reached down with one hand, to pull back the little bit of foreskin that still covered his cock head, noting the glistening sheen on the head. As he pulled it back, his other hand reached down, to swipe at the clear liquid and he brought the wet finger to his lips, tasting his pre cum. He felt the tremor inside, as he tasted it, as he felt the excitement building inside his body.

His butt ached a bit, as he felt the hand holding his cock, pull back a bit more, the skin growing even more taut over his throbbing pole. Spreading his feet out a bit more, he reached under his dick with his other hand, to push at his balls. They were so full, and ached so much, he stopped playing with them, in case he set them off too early.

Letting his hand drop to his side, he began to use his other hand to slowly slide up and down his shaft, to gently stroke it. He could feel the palm of his hand slide over his head, smearing the pre cum down the hot shaft. It felt rather tingly, as his hand slid a bit easier down the hard pole, which amazed him a little. He really was rock hard, which usually didn’t happen while jerking off, though it usually was that way when there was someone helping.

Too bad he didn’t ask Scott to join him which got him grinning, and made him tilt his head back a little. The idea of Scott was consuming his thoughts, as his hand moved a bit faster, as his breath became a bit shorter. His heart was beating a bit faster, and he could feel it racing inside, from the way the blood was rushing inside his whole body. His toes were already trying to curl inside his shoes, as his hand was moving a lot faster along his shaft.

His mind was off, thinking of Scott and of how hot he looked, at how he smelled all sweaty and everything else. He could see the vision of his muscular arms, of his flat washboard like stomach, at how the muscles rippled a bit when he moved his upper body. All of it was flashing before him, as his hand stroked his dick, so the knock on the stall door caught him totally off guard.

He swallowed quickly, wondering if he had been moaning or worse, crying out. He hadn’t heard the main door open, and there hadn’t been anyone else inside when he entered, so he felt a slight tinge of panic inside. There had been cases in the paper of guys being roughed up in washrooms, though not locally, still it leapt to his mind, as he felt his hand quiver a bit.

Jimmy was staring downwards, at how his hand was gripping the shaft of his cock, when he heard the voice. He felt his whole body stiffen even more, as he recognized the tone, the timber of each word asking if he was in there. His face was beet red, as he stammered out a weak ‘yes’.

‘Well unlock the damn door.’

He unlatched it without thinking, when he realized his pants were still down at his ankles, and his shorts by his knees. It was just dawning on him, that Scott was now inside, closing the door, and was staring right down at his exposed groin.

‘I knew it.’

‘Knew what? I uh…’

‘That you were whacking off.’

‘But uh, I mean I uh…’

He couldn’t look at Scott, who was now leaning against the stall door, but still staring down at him. For some strange reason, he felt excited, felt his cock growing harder, as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had been caught, but then, as he tried to figure out what it was all about, he breathed in that smell, that scent that was his boss. It only added to the sense of excitement, to the actual thrill he seemed to be experiencing, from being caught.

‘I gave up a hot date to work on this with you, I could have just sent Johnny with you, and here you are, polishing the wood, with work to be done.’

He was suddenly on edge, as it felt like Scott was really pissed with him. Still, he hadn’t had a break, so what if he did take an extra minute or two, wasn’t like he had disappeared for an hour or more. Jimmy could feel his anger rising too, because what fucking right did the guy have to barge into a stall with him, just because he was taking an extra minute or two.

‘Not like Johnny would have given up his Friday night anyhow, so…’

‘Damn you are a hard ass, aren’t you?’

Jimmy felt his face flush a bit, as he realized that Scott was glaring at him, or so it looked. He just didn’t feel like he had done anything wrong, and he did like his job.

‘Hey, uh, look, I don’t want to get into a fight, but notice where you are? In a bathroom stall, and well, it isn’t for yelling at your staff.’

‘Damn, you got balls Jimmy, I’ll say that for you.’

‘Well fuck man, I mean you come hammering at the door, push your way inside…’ He stopped as he realized that Scott was still staring at him. While he had been so outraged at Scott’s treatment, he suddenly realized, he was being put on. The light finally clicked in his mind, as he shuffled backwards a bit, then sat down on the toilet, staring up at Scott.

‘Fuck, you?’

‘Takes you long enough, Christ I threw so many damn hints at you…’

Staring up at Scott, he couldn’t believe he had missed any clues, or hints. Just what did the guy do, send them in some secret code he had never heard of? No way, he couldn’t have been that blind.

‘I didn’t, Jesus Christ, I missed them all, I mean, I had no idea that… I mean, you are, right?’

‘Well I sure as fuck ain’t standing in a pisser to take a whiz.’

‘So uh, what uh, I mean uh…’

Scott just laughed as he leaned against the door, showing his basket which drew Jimmy’s attention, at long last. He heard Scott chuckle as Jimmy’s eyes finally focused on the hard bulge. He couldn’t help but lick his lower lip as his eyes moved up to stare into Scott’s face. The guy was smiling, and there was that look, the one that always gave Jimmy a hard on.

‘I see you are interested.’

‘Uh huh.’

Scott pushed himself up, to stand closer to Jimmy. He reached down in a few seconds his pants were undone, pushed down towards his knees. The legs spread apart, to prevent them from falling further. Jimmy could see the bulge, now sticking out from the tight jockey shorts. It was aimed right at him, making him break out in tiny beads of sweat, all over.

It looked so big, but as he glanced up, to make sure, he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming more aroused. His hands were moist from the sweat, as he reached up, to run one across the front of the shorts, to touch the hidden prize.

He recoiled a bit, as his hand touched the hot cock, still bundled beneath the shorts. It was like touching an open flame, as his pulse quickened. How hard it looked, how huge too as Jimmy ran his hand lightly across the side of the hard dick. He could hear a soft moan from above, and glanced up to look at Scott.

Scott had one hand under his shirt, rubbing his belly, the other leaning up against the wall of the stall. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, but his face already had a sheen to it, giving him a bit of a wet look. How hot it looked, as his eyes moved back downwards, to stare at the hidden dick.

Jimmy breathed in deeply, smelling Scott’s man scent, feeling the heaviness of the testosterone that now filled the small little stall. His fingers trembled, as it reached up to the waist band of the shorts. One more quick look up, then back down, as he gripped the shorts and pulled them down, to finally expose the hard cock.

It was like opening up a Christmas present. One that he hadn’t expected to get, that was suddenly there in his hands. He felt his body twitch, as he stared at the winking eye of Scott’s penis. The small drop of pre cum was all he needed, as one hand reached up to reach around Scott’s hip, while his other hand moved down to his own hard cock.

With his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the buttocks, he pulled the older man closer, while his own iron grip began to glide up and down his own throbbing pole. Jimmy could smell him, as he felt his eyes closing, as the room turned to a sort of semi darkness.

The brush of his lips on the hot pole in front of him, made him shudder, groan a bit, as his lips parted, to let inside, the hot head. He felt it push forward, as Scott’s hand reached down to take hold of Jimmy’s hair. He could feel the fingers grip the locks of hair, wrap them around, and pull forward, making him take more of the hot pole into his mouth. His throat was resisting, but with little success.

Scott’s hard pole was reaching down inside, while Jimmy felt his tongue flicking out and around the hard pole, tasting the saltiness of it. He could feel the hot pre cum coating the back of his throat, as his one hand was moving quickly up & down his own shaft.

He could feel the blood pulsing in Scott’s dick as his lips held tightly around the prodding pole. His throat was being pounded, as his own hand moved faster and faster over his own throbbing dick. He heard Scott moaning, felt his body stiffen even more, from his hand still clutching at Scott’s butt cheek.

The smell was overpowering as his own body was shaking, as his heart was racing out of control. He felt the sweat trickling down his face, in a stream more than anything. His chest ached too, as he struggled for each gasp of air. His legs were taut, cramping almost, as the pounding in his face got faster and faster. He felt his head rocking, despite the tight hold by Scott’s hand, but he couldn’t stop it from driving backwards, as the hard dick kept pounding is mouth.

Suddenly it all stopped, the hard cock was yanked out, and as his eyes flickered open a bit, in shock, he felt the first stinging stream strike him squarely on the upper lip, below his nose, above his lip. He felt it burning, as his eyes stared at the hard cock, that was once more rearing back, then shooting forward. He saw the stream leave, saw it arc upwards a bit, and then felt it strike.

As the second stream of Scott’s cum splattered across his cheek, beside his nose, he felt his own body arch upwards, felt his own cock rearing back, and begin to fire out a huge stream of his cum. At the same time he heard his own voice crying out in a long mournful sound, that was echoing another cry the was surround his ears.

Scott had his face taut, his eyes tightly closed, his nostrils flaring as his body shuddered and shook to the explosion of his cum. Jimmy could make out the way his chest was heaving, how rigid his arms were, that now held his shooting cock. It only made his own body shake more, as it too continued to empty itself of its seed.

He could taste the semi sweet salty jizz that was dripping onto his mouth and around the corners of his lips. He could feel the hot flush from the splatters across his cheeks, feel it dripping down, as his own cum was flying through his tightly held fingers. Jimmy felt his body spasm, felt the ache in his chest tighten, as his body sent its last load out, as the balls shrunk to empty dangling flesh.

His body was spent, as he leaned against the cold of the toilet, coated in drying sweat from his body. He felt the ache in his legs, as they tried to restore the blood flow, but all he could do was stare at Scott’s softening cock. At how empty it was looking, at how the tiny hairs around the shaft were matted from his saliva, from the sweat too. He felt his head rock a bit, as Scott’s hand released the locks of hair it had been holding. He felt the pain around his scalp, from Scott’s tight grip, as Scott’s body moved backwards a bit, then leaned heavily against the closed stall door.

The way his chest heaved, how his hands hung down twitching, added to Jimmy’s feeling of satisfaction. How his body stood there, quivering, after that explosion, how his one cheek was being tightened by the drying cum, how his mouth felt so sore, how his jaw even ached, all made him feel like somehow, there was more to come.

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Wasted

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Mason felt like he had run straight into a semi trailer truck and he staggered a little as he felt the soft moist lips of Chad against his own red lips. His whole body stood rigid and still, the obvious hard on evident to anyone with eyes. He could smell the testosterone and he breathed in deeply, his chest heaving a little which brought a few more sighs and moans from the onlookers but which he paid no attention to.

“You sure know how to dance Mason”

“Thanks, so do you”

“Yeah, I kind of hate to…”

“Me too, uh… shit, I need a fucking drink”

“I could use more than one”

As they headed back to their table Mason could feel that something had changed between them both. He had this certain feeling that at some point later he would find out exactly just how big Chad was and if that bulge was really all meat or just stuffing. He licked his lips as the idea of grabbing Chad right then and there and stripping him made his groin pulse and ache even harder than it had been.

“What you smiling about?”

“Huh? Oh just wondering if that bulge is real or Parkay?”

“Parkay? Oh funny bitch… its real. Want me to show you how real right now? Right here?”

“Hmm, well I could think of worse places to find out, but I also think I’d rather find out where there isn’t so much of an audience, unless of course you like to have a ton of old farts drooling and smacking their lips while you prove your manhood to me”

“Prove my manhood hey? Hmm, sounds to me like you need a very private lesson in how to address those better equipped than you”

“Well, I am always one for higher learning, don’t know if you can come close to being a good teacher, but hell I am an equal opportunity type guy… I’ll give anyone a chance… if they got the balls”

Chad stopped for a second, to look at Mason, to gauge whether or not this was just casual banter or if Mason was serious. He stared into the blue eyes and he could see the flames burning deep inside of Mason, and as he looked inside, he could feel his heart bursting outwards, attempting to engulf Mason in its grasp but it was still being held in check by his heaving chest. Mason was serious and now he had to figure a way to make it happen, to get Mark to let him welch on his agreement for later, so that he could take Mason up on his own offer.

“Oh don’t worry Mason, I got the balls for the job”

“Guess we’ll find out later then”

“Guess so”

For the rest of the evening, people kept sending the two dancers drinks. It felt rather nice to once more be the centre of attraction for so many people and he could tell that Chad was enjoying it as well. At some point they were having trouble keeping ahead of the drinks that kept arriving with one type of proposition or another but for which they both seemed to smile and ignore. Mason watched as Mark’s face at first was impressed by all the attention his little group was getting, but as the drinks continued and the senders seemed to become bolder, he became less enthused.

Mason could see that Mark was not happy and he sat back a little and realized that in many ways, Mark really wasn’t a bad sort. He wasn’t exactly a raving beauty, hell his weight proved that, but he didn’t really try to force his attentions on anyone. Sure, he liked his pleasures that seemed to involve a great deal of partying or was that maybe due to Chad? Damn, he was getting into one of his thinking moods, when all he really wanted to do was just forget everything.

Sitting back and watching, he could see the pained expression in Mark’s jowly face and for a brief time he was sure he saw tears welling up as he tried to talk with Chad. In many ways, he had thought that he and Chad were alike, and maybe they were. Mark was good to Chad; he paid for everything and looked after him in the same way that Cory had looked after him, which was somewhat weird when you thought about it. He really hadn’t minded that part all that much, and yet it was one of the reasons he used for dumping Cory.

The table was once more getting loaded down by drinks from would be suitors and Mason needed a break. He reached out to tap Chad and they headed back onto the dance floor during a slow song. It felt kind of nice to rest his arms around Chad’s waist and his head on his shoulders. That was one thing that he never did do with Cory, dance. Cory said he had two left feet but Mason really thought it was more that Cory was afraid it would tarnish his jock reputation.

Strange really, how he made such assumptions about Cory and yet really, when he sat down and thought on it, Cory never really came off half as bad as he had thought. Yeah, he did kind of take charge that one time, but he was right, Mason was in no shape to discuss it and even if he had, he was in no mental shape to decide the pro’s or con’s of such an action. George had hurt him, and it was because he had said no, so why was he so stuck on defending George now? For Christ’s sake his brother had raped him, then told a whopper to make his life even more miserable, and for what? Now, he was defending him? God, maybe he did need to see a shrink.

The feeling of Chad’s hot body next to his was intoxicating and his reflections on the right and wrong’s of his decision just didn’t seem important at the time. He knew that he would have to face it one day, and maybe that was another reason for him to really have left Cory. The more he stayed with Cory, the quicker he would have to face the whole issue of George and of what Cory did about him.

His mind wandered back to the young man in his arms, or more accurately the young man in whose arms he was, and he smiled as he realized that he really did enjoy slow dancing. The earlier wild dancing wasn’t his preferred style, but god it did arouse him but in a different way. He could feel his cock getting hard again as he started to concentrate more on Chad than on his rotten choices and decisions.

As his head lay on Chad’s shoulder, he was able to see their table and he could see Mark glaring over at him. That was strange, normally Mark seemed to like him but now he could actually feel the resentment coming from him as he danced with Chad. Was he that jealous or was there more to this evening than he had first thought? He felt uneasy as they twirled around the dance floor, in a sedate manner, that in itself was sensual and erotic. Chad had his hands resting on the small of his back and one on his right butt cheek and every now and then, he would squeeze the soft fleshy cheek.

“Mark seems pissed”

“Yeah, kind of, he’ll get over it”

“That because of me?”

“Well, yeah, but he’s also pissed cause all these old letch’s are sending us drinks, makes him feel insecure, guess he’s afraid I’ll find a better sugar than him”

“Is that what he is to you?”

“Well like DUH, you don’t think I’d sleep with him for any other reason do you?”

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe you are into fat people?”

Mason had said it with a smile, at the same time he pulled Chad’s body in a bit closer; to show he really didn’t mean it. Chad sort of chuckled and Mason could feel the ripple of suppressed laughter running through Chad’s body. It felt good to him and he could feel his pulse start to race a little faster.

Chad dug his hands into Mason’s fleshy butt cheeks and with surprising strength for someone of his build; he managed to force Mason’s body into his. His hard thick cock pressed hard into Mason’s groin and he ground his hips, making sure Mason could feel the thick organ and his state of arousal.

“Does that feel like I am into fat people?”

“Hmm, well I don’t know, guess you go either way? Haha”

“God, you are a bastard”

“I do try, so what are you going to do about Mark?”

“I don’t know, I mean I guess he’s okay, but damn it, I want to see what I am feeling right now”

“Oh you do hey?”

“Uh huh”

“I suppose I could whip it out here”

“God you are a pervert”

“Thank you, but you don’t need to flatter me, you already got the date”

“Fuck”

“Oh that too, if you want”

“Haha, okay I surrender, you win, still doesn’t change anything though, I have to figure a way to get Mark calmed down”

Mason was enjoying himself; the light banter was exactly what he needed. Nothing serious, he had enough of that to last two lifetimes already, what he needed and wanted now was to just have fun, to let himself do whatever he desired and fuck the consequences or the responsibilities. Thinking that it would be fun to play with Chad in bed, he knew he had to come up with something to keep Mark pacified. He pinched Chad’s bum and felt him push forward, his semi hard penis still hard enough to let him know it was there, which made Mason even more desirous for Chad.

“You think Mark likes me?”

“Huh? I don’t know, suppose so”

“No, I mean likes me as in I turn him on”

“Oh, shit yeah, I mean you got the looks Mason, why? Just what is going on in that blond head of yours?”

“Well you aren’t the only one here who wants to see what he’s been feeling”

“Uh huh, so?”

“Well, we could just go back to the apartment and have our fun in your room, and well, as long as the lights are off or just maybe a night light is on, well, who cares if Mark is there too?”

“Hmmm, never thought of that, and besides, he does like jerking off, hmm, guess we could give that a try, but you sure? I mean he’d be there, he’d see it all…”

“Well unless he’s blind I kind of figure he’d see… I mean shit, in a way it is kind of a turn on, I mean to know that when you are, well, uh, doing it… well that someone is sitting back there watching and getting off on you getting off, I don’t know, weird I suppose but well, it is an idea”

While he had been telling Chad his idea, it made him tingle all over. His body was quivering to the idea of him having his butt filled by Chad’s hard dick while some guy was sitting there stroking his own meat. It made him shiver as he explained his idea to Chad and judging by the sudden hardening of Chad’s very interesting bulge, it seemed to make Chad excited as well.

Maybe George had been right when he said that Mason was a deviant, but shit, the idea of having some guy watching, while he got off, well it did make him feel rather hot and horny and hell, sex was what he wanted and if he could get it by simply letting some fat geek watch, why the hell not? Besides, Mark wasn’t a bad guy and it made sense to have him on his side rather than as an enemy. The other plus to him was that he also got what he wanted, which was to see if Chad really was as big as that bulge indicated and he did like ‘big’.

When the music switched back to a fast pace they headed back to their over burdened table. The drinks had piled up and he wondered if he could drink it all or if for the first time he’d actually leave full glasses behind. He decided that if he was going to be with Chad later, he might just as well pass some of the drinks on, he would hate to go through all this to wind up not being able to do his part later on.

Mason’s plan was a hit and the scowls and dirty looks ceased almost immediately. Mark even engaged Mason in some light conversation and Mason could see the desire in Mark’s eyes. Well, why shouldn’t he be happy? It wasn’t everyone who got to watch two hot guys getting it on, and if the outside packaging was any indication of what was underneath, then Mark was definitely in for an eyeful. He felt rather like a kid at his first date as he thought about it himself, and his cock was never far from total erection as he impatiently waited for the night to end so he could reach for that hard pulsing weapon that stuck out from Chad’s pants.

*****

Part of him felt a bit like a tramp as he tried to keep his excitement under control. His whole body seemed anxious as if this was something new for him, like a kid on his first date, wondering if he would get a kiss at the door at the end. Funny, he used to feel that way each time he would wait for Cory to pick him up back home, yet it changed right after that one night. Instead of feeling giddy or excited, he felt apprehensive, almost as if he was afraid of having sex with Cory. He had tried to tell himself that he preferred a different type of sexual experience than what Cory could offer him, but that really wasn’t true. It was more like, he didn’t feel like he could be what Cory wanted, like he was damaged or something.

Mason shook the dark clouds away as they walked into the darkened apartment and Mark rushed towards his bedroom. He wanted to tidy it up for some reason, which brought a couple of smirks to both Chad and Mason’s faces. Tidy up? Like they weren’t about to make it messier? Chad had this wicked grin on his face and Mason knew he was feeling all the drinks he had downed just before they left. The cold air hadn’t helped either of them and yet Mark seemed untouched by the alcohol, even though he had actually out drank them both. Guess that was a reward for being fat.

It didn’t take long before Mark was motioning them to come into the bedroom and upon entering, Mason was surprised to find a rather large room, well furnished and actually quite neat. The big queen size bed had been turned down and dark shimmering sheets beckoned him and Chad. He walked over to find a small blue light on and he turned to see Mark watching. He looked actually nervous which surprised him and when he turned to look at Chad, he found that Chad was already stripping down, his shirt was off and he was in the midst of dropping his jeans. Talk about in a hurry, but then he could understand that himself, as his own body started to tingle once more.

The idea of just stripping and doing it was a bit weird for him, but as he stared at Chad’s flat chest and the bunched up baby fat on the stomach, he lost all reticence. He could feel the blood warming up inside of him and he licked his lips enjoying the sight of Chad’s 140-pound body. The long strawberry blond hair flowed so perfectly around his ears and neck, just long enough to reach the milky white flesh of his back, that Mason began to step forward. His fingers ached to run through the soft strands of hair while his eyes continued to marvel at the 21year olds wiry body.

While Chad pushed his discarded jeans to one side, and stood in the room clad only in his boxer shorts, Mason moved closer, tossing his own shirt off as the fever lust took hold of him. A thought of Mark being glued to the hot strip scene passed momentarily through his mind but was pushed aside by the idea of his own hot body crushing into the sweet young flesh of Chad. He looked down, into Chad’s eyes and he could feel the fire there, the deep heat as the fever took hold of Chad as well and he kicked his shoes off, then stumbling a bit forward, he hurriedly removed his socks, almost falling flat on his face in the process.

Chad reached out to hold Mason, and to stop him from kissing the floor. He couldn’t have that; he wanted those firm red lips to be pressed against his own mouth, not the floor. His eyes glanced over Mason’s slumped shoulder and back, to see Mark sitting down in the chair, opposite the bed and he saw that Mark had his shirt open and was pinching one of his own nipples. Well, he’d have rather not had an audience, but at least this way he did manage to keep Mark happy, and that meant free rent and parties.

The touch of Chad’s hands on his shoulder was like a match to dry kindling. He could feel the sudden fire bursting forth deep inside of him and his penis became rigid, almost like a 9 inch steel rod and it hurt, his groin suddenly feeling like it was set on fire, desperate to reach out. His eyes were focused on the large bulge before him and he could tell that the package was indeed real, that it was no mirage as he saw the hard outline of a long thick pulsing organ. He could see a growing wet spot where the bulbous head rested, jerking slightly, almost as if it was straining to escape the shorts.

Mason stood up and his eyes met the deep chocolate brown of Chad’s eyes and he felt the fire burn even hotter inside of him. Now his whole lower body ached, not just his groin, and his legs became weak as he reached out with his two hands to rest them around the thin waist of Chad’s 5 foot 7 inch body. The feel of his skin and its warmth made him shake a little and he could feel Chad reaching for his jeans, popping open the button in one quick motion.

He moved in closer as his jeans popped open and he felt them being hurriedly pushed downward. His own hands joined with Chad’s and in a second he stood up, devoid of his pants and his boxer shorts resting precariously on his hips, his belly button protruding outwards and his pubic hairs showing. His cock was hard, pressing straight out towards Chad’s own thick pole and the two tips met briefly as the two bodies came closer once again.

The feel of Mason’s dripping cock against his own fiery dick was almost too much for Chad and he groaned, bending forward so his face could turn up and his mouth reach Mason’s lips. Chad’s hot lips pressed eagerly against Mason’s mouth and he felt a jolt of electricity pass into his body, and he shook and jumped a little. His tongue darted out and passed between Mason’s lips and delved inside, to taste him and to feel him. Another groan passed his mouth as he reached out to hold the tall blond and bring his body crashing into his own body.

As Chad’s tongue played havoc with the senses in his mouth, he reached out with one hand, to run it down the firm belly and the soft cotton shorts to rest it against the throbbing organ inside. He felt its thickness and power and his hand grew hot and sweaty as he felt the pole shake to his touch, tremble to his fingers pressing through the cotton fibres.

They kissed briefly, as their lust grew too intense and they both struggled to quickly discard their shorts and with them both standing totally naked, they embraced each other, feeling the fire rise inside, feeling the urge overtake them and they began to sway as their legs trembled to the force of their wanton desire. Chad was the first to lose his balance and with a loud creak the two bodies bounced onto the large bed.

Mason could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead and all over his body as he felt the heat coming from the body firmly encased in his grasp. The touch of the young skin was making him dizzy as his heart pounded and his lungs ached for more air. Every limb of his body felt weak as the alcohol diluted blood struggled to keep its supply going, failing as numbness took hold over his long lanky legs. The tiny strands of blond hairs matted by the outpouring of sweat from his pores. His hard 9-inch cock pressed against the inner thigh and jerked as it dripped its sticky white cream, coating the side of Chad’s scrotum.

He could hear Mason puffing and his own body was feeling the strain as his hard thick cock rested briefly against Mason’s belly, the head dripping its own juice to mingle with Mason’s sweat. The touch of his body next to Mason’s was making him ache all over and the way his balls kept hurting, Chad knew he was getting close, his mind refusing to let it be wasted on just the soft outer flesh. He ordered his hands to move and with surprising speed and strength, he found himself suddenly resting on top of Mason’s prone body. His legs reaching to press apart the long legs and open the prized area of Mason’s buttocks. Somehow, he had managed to flip Mason onto his stomach, so his backside was facing Chad’s steamy body.

He looked over to the night table for some Condoms but couldn’t find any resting there, one hand prying open the soft white fleshy cheeks while the other stroked his hard 9 ¾ inch cock, bringing it to that final state of hardness he so desperately wanted. His mind was reeling, he couldn’t find any Condoms and instead of stopping, he found himself spitting on his hand, and then rubbing his saliva over the hot fiery cock head and he positioned himself, refusing to stop as Mason squirmed under his weight.

Mason felt Chad’s hands around him and could feel the urgent desire to lay him on his stomach and he moved with the force of the hands. He let his hands stray to the outside, to lay flat against the bed and he turned his head to one side, while he felt the sudden heat and pressure of Chad’s penis against his rear. His rectum started to ache with a sense of excitement and his breathing became shallow as he felt his legs being pushed apart by the hot fleshy thighs of Chad’s own legs. He could feel sweat dripping onto his lower back from Chad’s forehead and it only made him squirm more, his own body silently urging Chad on, the fever rising higher with each passing second. His own cock was wedged up against his stomach and the bed; already dripping gallons of hot sticky pre cum and it coated his skin, making his cock rub easier and more sensual as Chad pressed up against his buttocks.

The excitement rose as he heard the sound of Chad spitting on his hand and then the tell tale sound of it being spread along the waiting pole. His arms tensed and he felt his cheeks squeezing a little, clenching and unclenching, while his legs stretched out and moved away from Chad’s hot sweating body. His ears started to feel a rush or roar as he felt himself raise his hips slightly. He could feel the wet hot cock head resting on his one cheek, then it was pulled away and wedged in between his two quivering cheeks.

As the solid throbbing 2 inch thick cock was pushed down his love valley, he began to bite down and grind his teeth while his hands clenched, waiting for that first jolt of pain, praying it wouldn’t be too bad and yet at the same time wishing it would come faster. He suddenly saw an image of a grinning George then one of a sad Cory floated before him just as Chad plunged forward, making his hard throbbing cock a racing missile that quickly and painfully penetrated its target.

He cried out as the jolt sent waves of pain into his young body and he felt every nerve inside of him scream out in agony as the huge cock pushed its way inside. His whole insides felt like they had been torched as the heat of the hot weapon grew even hotter inside and it swelled even more, filling him fully and making his muscles stretch to what seemed like a breaking point. He cried out in agony, his voice trembling with the pain as he begged Chad to stop, his mind shocked by the sudden and painful entry of the huge cock.

The sound of Mason’s voice echoed in his ears but the words were unrecognizable as the lust took hold of him. Chad pushed even harder with each loud cry from Mason, his body thrusting forward so as to force the huge pulsing cock even deeper into Mason’s struggling body. He could feel the muscles desperate attempt to hold him back, but the strength of his throbbing 9-¾ inch cock was too much for them. The soft lining was too sensual for him and he could feel his head rocking as he ground his hips into Mason’s sweat soaked buttocks. The jiggling flesh only further enticing him as it rubbed against his pubic hairs and his full balls.

Chad could feel Mason’s muscles clenching in an attempt to stop his movement, and he swung his hips from side to side, as if to widen the entry and give his powerful cock more room to move inside. He felt the sweat pouring off his face and upper body as he placed his hands on the middle of Mason’s squirming backside, letting his full body weight rest on the arms as he continued to pull and push his hips into the young body. Each thrust, each pull brought a loud cry from Mason and made his body jerk and tremble. He could feel each tremor as it raced through Masons young sweating body and he swore that he could hear the sweat as it dripped onto Mason’s body, making a river of sweat that ran down his spine towards his buttocks, where it flowed down the deep valley between the cheeks to pour over his plunging cock.

His eyes opened briefly and he looked down to see the shimmering blond body shaking under his constant pounding. He saw it glitter in the dim light of the room and he felt the blood begin to drain from his limbs as he thrust forward with all of his remaining strength. His balls were digging into the root of his cock and he could feel them ready themselves to release his pure milk into the waiting cannon barrel of his throbbing cock. Chad began to tremble too, his legs no longer had any feelings left in them and his breath was short and shallow as his hips moved faster and faster, his hands barely holding his weight.

With each thrust, he came closer and the sound of his flesh slapping up against Mason’s body was echoing inside of his head. He could hear nothing else now except the harsh stinging sounds of wet flesh crashing into more wet flesh. The ache in his body grew and he felt the fever overwhelm him as his lust for Mason was in full control. His body had no will of its own, his heart answered only to the strange urges of his fever and his body continued to move faster and faster, until he felt that sudden pain in his groin, as his balls suddenly could no longer hold back the raging river of his cum.

Chad could feel his whole body shaking uncontrollably as he yelled out loudly, sending a harsh piercing cry into the night and his throbbing cock further and deeper into Mason’s inner sanctum than before. His cock head pushed aside the remaining remnants of Mason’s muscles, ripping them apart so that huge cock could plough inwards, and as it touched deep inside it started to jerk from side to side and in a second, a raging torrent of hot cum came flooding out.

The hot liquid shot inwards racing past the cock head to fill Mason’s body with its wet sticky feeling. It roared outwards and before the first of it could stop its motion, a second equally powerful explosion happened, sending even more of the hot liquid out from the sizzling penis. Mason’s body shuddered with each explosion and the muscles squeezed tightly against the hot throbbing cock, sticky cum starting to slowly seep backwards, easing the terrible pain of delivery.

The pain lanced upwards through his whole body like a bullet shattering glass. Tiny fragments breaking off to reach far and wide inside, making every part of his body feel the pain of the powerful penetration and then the harsh pressure of the ejaculation. He cried out, partly from the agony of the hard pounding, partly from the strange new feeling of pleasure that was taking hold of his body. His heart continued to race ahead and he could feel his own hard cock shaking and moving along his belly, his balls slung upwards to add to the growing ache and pain.

As the hot liquid seared his insides and filled his body, he could hear George telling him to relax, to let it happen, to order his muscles to unwind and then he saw the brief image of George, standing over him, his long hard cock stained by his blood dangling from between George’s legs. He cried as the image floated through his mind and the pain continued to rise, continued to fill his body with its terror. His muscles contracted, holding the jerking penis within, squeezing it as if trying to strangle it.

The tightening of his muscles added to the pain, as Chad continued to pump his ass with the throbbing jerking organ, the hot cum helping to let the huge cock slide in and out but Mason wanted to hold the cock, to keep it deep inside of him, to keep its warmth in him. He cried as the image of George now left him and he felt himself shudder as the cock came slowly down from deep inside of him. Chad’s body was almost resting fully on his backside, the arms no longer able to support the young body and the wet strands of strawberry blond hair rested on his neck and around his face. He could feel Chad’s deep struggling breaths as he started to push one last time with his hips.

Slowly the huge cock was being pushed back inside, still dripping fresh milk to be added to the river already flowing inside. The cock head still jerking slightly as it pushed forward, but no longer acting like a missile launcher as the power was gradually diminishing. Chad no longer could hold himself up and he rested on the sweating back of Mason, his hips barely able to power his cock forwards and as he struggled to breath he felt his cock stop moving, as it gradually too became exhausted.

With Chad’s body fully exhausted on top of his own quivering body, he felt his cock start to tremble and then he felt the warm flush of cum against his own stomach, his cock finally releasing the waiting milk. He groaned as his cum splashed against his own body and his legs trembled and shook.

Mark stared at the two sweat soaked bodies that were resting on his bed. His hand no longer a blur as it lay in his lap, covered in his own cum as he saw Chad struggling for air, Mason quivering as his heart tried to slow down from its fever pitch. Mark’s own breathing was gradually returning to normal as he just sat there, completely drained from the scene he had just witnessed. Chad had been right, this was well worth the price of a night out and he wondered if he couldn’t convince Chad to set up another night like this one, except maybe next time he could actually be a part of it all. God, to think of himself in the middle of those two made his spent dick twist and jerk a little, as if it too was feeling the excitement of such a thought.

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Wasted

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

The sound of water gurgling made Mason twist a little and blink his eyes, as he slowly woke up from his deep sleep. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he could see the haunting image of George looming over his prostrate body, his eyes glittering and his mouth salivating as he came closer to Mason’s nude body, all stretched out on a hospital gurney. He could almost feel George’s heavy breath against his face and almost feel the rough hands as they reached down to his groin, and he rubbed his eyes harder, willing himself to come awake and end one more episode of his nightmare dreams.

He lay there, sweat soaking his young body as he struggled to push aside the crazy images of George and the various ways in which he could imagine his older brother coming for him, coming to teach him that family love was his duty, was his responsibility. In the past, he would open his eyes to find Cory holding him in his arms, and as he finally cleared the sleep from his eyes, he felt disappointed. There was no Cory next to him, no Cory holding his sweating body next to his, no soothing sounds of ‘It’s Okay Mason’ softly filling his ears.

The sadness grew inside of him as his heart became heavy with the realization that he would not be having that safe feeling anymore. He trembled a little, realizing that his nightmares were his own; there no longer would be a strong loving shoulder to bury his head in, to take away the pain and fear. He was alone, once more left to the dark thoughts of his mind. CHRIST, one day away from Cory and already he was becoming the basket case, he knew he was.

Angry with himself, he threw off the coverings, and sat up on the floor to take stock of just where he was. He glanced around to see his bags next to him, a sleeping bag had been tossed over him and he shivered a little, as he had no shirt on and it was cold in the room. Looking over he saw an unmade bed, linens strewn over the place and dirty clothes piled up next to it on the floor. As he slowly stood up, his bare feet feeling the cold floors he searched for his socks and shoes but found nothing in the room, not even his shirt.

His first few steps were painful and his head began to ache something fierce. He could feel the room spinning and he found himself staggering over to the bed, where he sat down and waited a second or two, for the room to stop spinning and for his stomach to go back down to his belly instead of being in his throat. God, he felt like he had been shit kicked and yet he really hadn’t had all that much to drink, well comparatively speaking that is. Mind you, mixing beer with Tequila shooters as well as Vodka, was not always a good idea, plus downing a few rum and coke’s would not help matters either.

“Man, you look like shit”

“Huh? Oh Justin, gee thanks for the kind observation, fuck if look half as bad as my guts feel…”

“Yeah well, you most likely do… the john’s back there if you need it, want some food?”

“GOD NO! Sorry, no… this your room?”

“Nope, its Chad and Mark’s love nest, can’t you tell by the stench of cologne and sweat? Hehe”

“Oh, don’t… I thought that was… oh shit I have to lay down, my head is killing me… they going to mind?”

“Huh? Oh no, Mark’s already off to class and Chad is still passed out in living room, just don’t sleep on your stomach unless you want to wake up to a dick up your ass… Chad has a habit of just, well you get the idea”

“Yeah, thanks… maybe I can just crawl to my room, which is where by the way?”

“Yeah, well, about that, guess we should kind of get that all cleared up, uh, I mean I guess it comes down to how much you willing to chip in towards the bills and all”

Mason had managed to squirm his way back onto the bed, his head and back leaning up against the wall. The smell of dried cum was ripe where he was and normally it didn’t bother him, but he could feel his stomach doing summersaults with each breath. He also was feeling a bit edgy, the way Justin seemed to be hedging on his earlier pledge about moving in.

“Yeah? I thought when we talked before, you told me I could crash here for about $250 a month, so, like what’s the score with that?”

“Hey, don’t get all cranky on me, that’s the deal if you want it, I just wasn’t sure if you did, after all you did crash in here instead of my room…”

“Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Fuck man, you still drunk or what? The deal man, you pay $250 and crash with me in my room, I mean you don’t get your own room for that kind of dough, besides, you said you wanted to pay cheap rent so you would have more to party with, remember?”

The mention of having more money to party with struck a chord in Mason’s jumbled memory and he slowly started to remember some of the conversation. They had been out on the quad, smoking a few joints when Mason had told Justin he wanted to find another place to live, and Justin had volunteered to let him move in with him. Shit, now he recalled it, Justin did say something about sharing his room, for the right deal. Fuck, one of these days he’d have to stop trying to make decisions while stoned, it never did work out.

“Sort of man, tell me more”

“Nothing more to say, really. If you don’t want to go through with it, I suppose we could work something else out, there is a vacant room we use to keep our other junk in, but I mean not for any $250, that’s for sure”

“Yeah, so, like what? We share the room or we sharing our dicks too?”

Justin looked at Mason from under his eyes. He had a habit of looking away from a person when he was on edge, or when he was trying to pull something and Mason recognized the look. He maybe hung over but he still could think, in a fashion and he waited for the answer, knowing that if it was yes, he’d be looking for another place to stay.

“Well that would be nice, but, uh, no, it wasn’t part of the deal, it was simply we’d share the bed, with one rule, whoever had a date spending the night, the other one got to grab a piece of the floor, but like I said, if you want to throw in sharing your dick, I sure as fuck ain’t going to object”

“Cool, you really do have a thing for wanting to get into my pants don’t you Justin?”

“Hey, what can I say, I like a nice piece of cock and ass, and yours is definitely up there in the choice department”

“God, I bet if I told you to come and suck it now you would jump”

“Hehe, yeah most likely, why? You offering?”

“Yeah right… NOT. But, hey you never know, so where is ‘our’ room then? Hate to have Chad mistake me for one of his one night stands, and I hate sleeping with my hand over my ass”

Mason spent most of the day sleeping it off, but every now and then he would wake up and reach out, looking for Cory’s warm body and when he came up empty, he could feel the heaviness grow inside of him. He knew that he had deep feelings for Cory, and yet a part of him resented those feelings. There was no explanation other than that he was a major fuck up, a complete ass who deserved shit and not someone like Cory, and yet Cory seemed to be stuck on him.

He knew that leaving Cory was the hardest thing he had ever done, well almost, the hardest had been saying ‘no’ to George when he first started seeing Cory, but that was sex, this was different. Somehow, he had to give Cory a chance at getting what he deserved, and that meant no ‘Mason’ in his life. God, how could the guy still like him, never mind love him after the crap he pulled in Memphis?

There was no doubt that he had been out of control there, and yet through it all Cory had stood by him, even when he had come home with two other guys and proceeded to kiss them and fondle them, right in front of Cory. Either the guy was a sucker for humiliation or he really did love him, and in his way, Mason had to admit he did love Cory, it was just, well, just he wasn’t good boyfriend material. George had seen to that, the way he had twisted everything up for him, but it wasn’t all George’s fault, he had played his role in it too. After all, he could have done something to stop George, he didn’t have to let George rape him every time he wanted, so really, if anyone was at fault, it was his own sick sense of need.

‘FUCK’ this was getting him nowhere, and he finally climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom, where he stared at the image in the mirror. ‘God what a royal fuck up’ he thought, staring at his reflection and he wondered why God had even wasted his time in letting him be born. ‘I mean shit, I can’t even decide if I prefer to get raped by my brother’s monster dick or spend a life in the arms of a nice guy, I gotta be a complete jerk’ and with those thoughts he went and turned on the shower, to try and clear his fogged brain.

Without even taking his boxer shorts off, he stepped into the shower to try to clear up the fog inside of his head. The cold water hit him hard and he started to shake a little and blubber as he let the stinging needles bring him fully awake. The sound of a person entering the bathroom shook the last cobwebs away.

“That you Justin?” he yelled

“No, its Chad, who’s that?”

“Mason”

“Cool, want some company in there?”

“No”

“Okay, how about a beer then?”

“Okay, be out in a second”

“Kay, I just gotta pee, flush it for me when you get out”

“Okay”

Mason wrung his shorts out and threw over the top of the shower bar, letting them drip into the tub while he towelled off. He felt better now, the dark thoughts banished for the moment, but he knew they would be back soon enough, but for now, he was free of them and after a few drinks, he’d be rid of them for a while longer. Nothing helped much, but at least he could get some peace from the thoughts that plagued him all the time. Cory told him he should see someone, and he had answered that he was, he was seeing several people, Smirnoff, Johnny Walker, Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and even Captain Morgan. Cory had not been impressed but Mason thought it had been funny.

“Hey you made it, thought maybe you had drowned there for a second, here, have a cold one”

Chad tossed him a cold Bud and he flicked the top off and took a nice long pull of the beer. He sat down on the couch, his hair still dripping a little but he did feel better now, that first taste helping immensely.

“Thanks”

“No sweat, so hear you joining our band of drunks and perverts”

“Yep, okay with you?”

“Yeah I got no problem with that, so, what’s the score with you and the jock? Thought you two were an ‘item’ as they say”

“Ancient history”

“Cool, so no classes or taking a ‘moving day’? Hehe”

“Moving day… yeah that sounds good, hell, I needed a break anyway, you?”

“Haha, me? Nah I gave up on that shit ages ago, I just go from party to party man, the only way to spend your youth”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Yeah, so, want another brew? Here…”

“Thanks, you got wheels? I gotta hit the liquor store and re stock”

“Yeah, I got a beater, but hell, I got a couple of 24’s so don’t sweat it, you can pay it back later”

“Thanks, I’ll do that”

“So, you and Justin… anything there?”

“No, why?”

“Well don’t want to step on any toes, …you up for some party action or too burnt from last night?”

“Never too burnt, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, I got some weed if you want, good stuff from Canuck land too, or if you really want to get in the mood, I got some great coke, really good stuff”

“Maybe later, for now I’ll stick to the suds”

“Cool, let me know though, I got primo stuff, not like some of that crap Justin winds up getting”

“Yeah I’ll keep that in mind, so anything brewing for tonight?”

“Not much, I think Mark wants to hit the bar tonight, so I’ll most likely start off there, not sure if Justin is going to come or not, he usually can’t handle two nights in a row during the week, you wanna tag along?”

“Maybe, have to check the finances first, don’t get any more till Monday”

“Yeah? Well, its Mark’s party, he’s buying”

“Oh? Well shit, in that case sure… he won’t mind?”

“Nah, I’ll just squeeze his dick a little first, and he’ll be happy”

“Haha, yeah okay”

“Hey, it works, and he really doesn’t mind, besides, he knows how it is”

“Yeah? Well, that has to help”

“Uh huh, guess the jock didn’t hey?”

“No, no he really didn’t, funny isn’t it? You would think he would have tweaked by now, oh well, you got another brew there? This is gone”

*****

Mason was feeling a bit guilty as the waiter brought him another run and coke drink and passed the bill over to Mark. Looking at Mark, he smiled, wondering what the guy was thinking, and then he shook his head, wishing that these constant doubts would just leave him alone, let him be so he could have some fun. Chad had been right, Mark didn’t object when he was told that Mason would be joining them at the bar, if Mark were buying. All he did was smile and comment how it would be great to be in the middle of two hot young studs.

The booze was having its effect on him and he started to loosen up, ignoring the feelings he was having, the guilt of taking advantage of Mark. Instead he could feel his chest swell a little, as he noticed how most of the bars’ elderly patrons kept glancing their way, their eyes fixed either on Chad’s trim young body, or on JT’s athletic frame, or even on his own svelte muscular body. No one stared at Mark, or Debbie, knowing that they were lucky only in being able to sit so close to such obvious prime boy beef.

Seeing all those old guys drooling over him and Chad and JT, it finally dawned on him why Mark was always footing the bills for Chad. He enjoyed the attention; he enjoyed having other’s fantasizing about Chad while he got to actually realize some of those fantasies. If to keep that hold, he had to pay for other’s fun, why not, this way he was the envy of a group that normally wouldn’t even look his way, let alone wish to be in his place.

Mark really wasn’t a bad guy, he was actually funny at times and he did have a sort of interesting shyness about him that was rather attractive. However, that was as far as it went, and Mason didn’t think he really was being prejudiced but he just couldn’t see himself having sex with Mark, there was just too much of him. He was surprised that Chad would actually, because Chad was even more of a society climber than he was, but then Mark did pay the bills, so that had to be the reason.

Maybe Chad did care for Mark, but he couldn’t actually enjoy doing him. After all, Mark was not tall, maybe 5 feet 9 inches at best and if you looked at him sideways, you were sure he was the same size as if you looked at him from the front. He had to weigh at least 180 pounds and he had several rolls on his stomach and his arms were beefy looking, no tone to them or muscle definition either.

As he finally began to unwind and let the booze take hold of him, he also started to realize a little of what Cory must of felt like. Maybe that was why he had taken so much shit from him, because he enjoyed having people staring at him, knowing that he was Mason’s lover and boyfriend. Sure, Cory always said it was because he loved him, but come on, what they had wasn’t love, least not in any sense that he understood. Hell, they hardly enjoyed sex with each other lately, but then too, that wasn’t Cory’s fault, it was just that he, Mason, was always too drunk to really get hard enough. Plus, well, he really didn’t feel like he was having sex with Cory, there just wasn’t the pain that he had experie