Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Pity Fuck

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Staring at his computer screen, he couldn’t believe what he was reading. It just didn’t seem possible, but there it was, all the gory details. His stomach was in knots as he read every chilling word, words that he knew were true, and yet not. How could someone do this, he thought, as he kept torturing himself, reading it over and over again.

Mark knew he wasn’t a prize catch, despite his age of 21, he didn’t fool himself. He didn’t have a buff body, or close to it. He was tall, and too light for his height. Still to be called ‘nothing but a sack of bones’ wasn’t fair, nor was it true. He had some meat to him, just not well proportioned. Okay, so he didn’t work out, he had a life, didn’t that count?

Maybe he didn’t go jogging every morning, but he did get up early, do a large paper route for the extra cash. His legs might not be bands of steel, but they weren’t chicken legs either. All that walking, every morning, made certain of that. Still, that was how that creep described them. Sure, they weren’t ham hocks or whatever, but they were solid.

It wasn’t like he was some spoiled brat either. He worked hard for his money, and so what if he posed nude for that website? Sure didn’t make him a pervert, just in need of some extra cash. Going to college wasn’t cheap, and his family weren’t rich, so what was the big deal about pulling in some extra cash by sitting on a couch, and jerking off?

Alright, it went beyond that, but not in front of the camera. Now here was the jerk, slagging him for being a dead fuck, which wasn’t true. Maybe he didn’t scream hosannas every time the guy stuck his dick in, or pound the bed when the guy was stretching his asshole with his dick, didn’t make him a crappy lay.

Until he logged in and read this, he actually thought it had been a good night. He could still feel the dull ache in his ass, from the hard pounding he had taken. Christ, he was rather proud of it, until now. It wasn’t like he was a seasoned butt fuck pro, and he had trusted Gary. That is what hurt the most, he had trusted the guy who was just a jerk.

Okay, he had to admit that Gary was a damn site better looking than him. Hell the guy was a dream fuck. He had the look that you saw in virtually every magazine, on the cover of all those videos showing big cocks, with well built bodies. The hair, the eyes, all of it was perfect, just like out of one of the magazine center folds. Still, it didn’t give him the right to say what he did.

Sure, he had fallen for the guy, had even been thrilled when Gary had wanted to hang with him after the shoot. To just be with him was exciting, then when it all went down, well, he had felt special. To think it was just an act, was deflating, painful even. He really thought Gary had liked him, had wanted him.

Now he knew it was just bullshit. Reading it again, for the umpteenth time, he knew that his friends would see it, that they would all think he was not only a dork, but a pathetic one too. A pity fuck, that is how Gary described it, and how Mark knew his friends would see it.

Sure he had been dazzled by the attention, by the fact that someone like Gary would want him. Didn’t make him desperate, besides his sex life wasn’t all that bad. Maybe the guys he did wind up with weren’t golden boys, or magazine cover material, but they were nice. They at least appreciate his talents in bed, and even those who weren’t thrilled by it, weren’t nasty about it.

He knew how to suck a dick, how to make a guy squirm while licking his dick. When he went down on someone, they knew it, and he could do it for hours, without letting them cum. No one bitched about how he sucked them off, at how he could bring them right up to the edge, then stop, make them ache so much they begged him to finish them off. Hell, Gary knew that, he had done plenty of his own begging during their little ‘pity fuck’ as he referred to it.

Funny how he didn’t mention any of that in his little tirade. Strange how he didn’t mention that he had been on his back for over an hour, squirming and begging Mark to let him cum, to take him. Maybe he should remind him of that, though he doubted it would be believed. After all, he was the freak, Gary was the Golden Boy.

Still he could remember vividly how Gary had lain on his bed, his legs spread wide apart, while Mark had his head down there, working on that average cock. It was no giant, no monster dick, but still it wasn’t tiny. It was long, bit thicker than most, but it tasted good. Isn’t that what counts, but maybe not with Gary. Maybe he was just disappointed that Mark wasn’t hung like a horse?

Still, he had enjoyed having Mark lick his balls, suck each one, tickle them to the point that he was begging for Mark to take him, to even fuck his hole. That is how good he was with his tongue, his mouth. He knew how to excite, how to please, but obviously Gary didn’t want to mention that part.

He certainly didn’t in his little inside news post. There wasn’t a word about how Mark had licked at the underside of his hard cock, in such a way that it trembled waiting for more. Nor did he talk about how it kept oozing pre cum, and how each time he let his tongue lick at the head, that Gary moaned, that his hands tried to force Mark’s head down on the cock, but his strength was enough to hold back.

No mention of how when he licked at the inner thigh, that Gary shuddered, that his whole body was like a bowl of jelly. Not a single comment about how his balls kept rising up, ready to fill his dick with its seed, nor how he, the scarecrow, managed to keep it from happening not once, not twice, but five different times. Not a single word about how he had licked at it, at how he had stuck the whole cock down into his throat in one easy motion. No words at how his throat could open, to take it all, then close around it, and keep it in place, while his tongue licked at the whole shaft, while it was buried inside his throat.

There was no mention of how he had taken each ball, sucked on it, then sucked on them both at once. How his tongue had Gary trembling, had him groaning or had his chest heaving constantly. Nary a mention of how he had laid there, begging Mark to let him cum, while Mark’s tongue licked at his hole, at the very valley between his cheeks. Or how he had him raising his legs high in the air, as he dug his tongue deep into his hole.

No expression of gratitude for how he had licked at his hole, had tasted him, and made him squirm, that he was even begging for Mark to fuck him. That never got written about, and it should be. He had Gary begging, but who would believe him? Who would think that there was a lot more to being fucked, than screaming ‘oh yeah baby’ or some other mindless chatter?

Sex was about pleasure, and inside, he knew he had given Gary pleasure, damn site more pleasure than Gary returned to him. Hell, he didn’t even fuck him all that good, compared to others. Gary was show, and yet he was the one everyone sought, just as he had.

For the time, he felt flattered, but sitting back, he realized he was the one who did it all, that it was Gary who really was the dead fuck. Hell, he had him so hard, that touching his cock was like touching a burning pole of pure gas. It was that hot, he was certain you could fry an egg on it. Hell when he poured the whip cream on it, to lick it like an ice cream cone, the cream didn’t stay solid long. It wasn’t because Gary was some shit hot lover, it was how he, Mark the pity fuck, made him excited. He had the blood pouring into that cock, he was the one that had Gary’s pulse racing, had his heart beating like an over revved racing car engine. He was the one who had him shaking, had him drooling too.

It was his tongue, his ability at teasing, tasting, and sucking, that had Mister Wonderful groaning without a break. It was his lips that crushed Gary’s, that spread them apart to taste all of him. It was his tongue that swirled around inside the ear, that made him moan, made him whisper ‘please’ countless times. It wasn’t Gary’s lips, but his that had the room filled with groans of pure pleasure.

It was his tongue that got the legs up in the air, that had the knuckles holding those legs go white, as he dug deep into the stud’s rectum. It was his tongue that flicked at the scrotum, that had the balls shaking from anticipation. It wasn’t Gary’s tongue, it was his. His that made his legs tremble, that send tremors of pleasure racing up and down Gary’s spine.

Maybe the bedroom hadn’t echoed with his cries of joy, because he wasn’t that turned on. Not like he had done to Gary. Those weren’t pity groans either, they were real. He had seen in the guy’s eyes, seen it as his whole body glistened from the rivers of sweat that had poured across that golden flesh, and it was from his tongue, his hands.

It was the way he caressed the hard body, the way his fingers had moved across the sun baked hairs. How the finger tips had twirled the hairs on the centre of the chest, at how they had circled the erect nipples, that made him groan, that made him squirm. It was the way his fingers had moved across his belly that the muscles inside rumbling, twisting inside. It wasn’t Gary’s hands, or fingers. It was his, but that wasn’t mentioned anywhere.

Maybe his legs weren’t steel bands, but they had held Gary between them, so he couldn’t move. They had managed to encircle his well developed body enough to keep his dick pounding Mark’s ass. To hold him up, even after his 3 minute pile driving routine. That is, if it was even that long.

It was the muscles inside that held that pounding cock, that made it work for every penetrating thrust. Sure as hell wasn’t some loose muscles, but his own tight fit ass that kept Gary’s cock inside, kept it hard, made it feel him. There was no empty space, no vacant void to pound, but that didn’t get mentioned.

Judging by all the sweat that had poured down onto him, while Mister Stud had fucked his ass, it couldn’t be all that bad. It sure couldn’t be a dead fuck if Mister Super Fuck was moaning and grunting his pleasure, while he drove his cock in and out. Mark could still feel it, still feel how tight it had felt, and how Gary had moaned about it too, had used nearly a half bottle of lubricant, while fucking him.

Mark had stamina, he could take a good fuck just as he could suck a good cock, for hours. Least he made it seem that it was hours, that time didn’t count when he was having sex. Even super boy there, hadn’t realized how long he had driven his cock in and out. It stayed hard, because of Mark, not because of any super sexual powers that Gary had. Hell, it was all Mark, and he knew it, but no one else would believe it.

He sighed, as he realized that his night with the Golden Boy was a nightmare now. No second date, that was for sure, which was okay. Golden Boy Gary wasn’t all that good, and there were times he wished that his partners would please him, instead of him doing it all. Some did, he had to admit that, but not Gary.

To diss him, when he was the one who did it all. He was the one that kept Gary hard, right until the moment that he spewed his cum all over Mark’s body. Sure he had been enjoying it, had brought him to that point countless times. Yet even he had been surprised by how much Gary came. The look on his face, when he was about to explode, about to cum.

It was like watching a raging battle. Cannons were exploding all around, you could see the flashes reflected in the eyes. The way his face had twisted, and became distorted, as if in pure agony, yet Mark knew it was from pure pleasure.

For a second, he had thought Gary would pass out, the way his body had twisted around, the way his head had flopped from side to side, as his body jerked, as the cum flew out, splattering all over Mark’s body. The way it had just kept coming, shot after shot of hot cream, that burned as it splattered across his own trembling body.

Yet he hadn’t, but he had come close. Gary had shook hard, the bed had creaked more when he was ejaculating, than when he had been pounding Mark’s tight hole. None of that was mentioned, nor was how he had collapsed to the side afterwards, totally exhausted. He had lain there for nearly fifteen minutes, his chest heaving, his body shaking, long after the last drop of cum had dribbled out of his cock.

Sitting back, he flicked the computer off, putting down his pen, and closing his notebook. One more entry, and he’d be ready to publish his thesis. Gary would not be pleased to know that he had been just a lab rat. He sighed, as he stood up, ready to go do his paper route, just one more part of his study.

 

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Just Another Night

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

He could feel the cock as it slid into his hole, feel it throb as it pushed past his muscle. The pain was rolling up his spine, as he bit the pillow, trying to stifle his screams, waiting for the pain of penetration to end, for the pleasure waves to race up and down his trembling body. Tony could feel the sweat beading up, feel the hard cock digging deep into his hole, spreading his insides apart like a hot knife slicing through butter.

It hurt, and yet it didn’t.

His eyes were shut tight, the taste and feel of the pillow under his face was becoming damp, as he felt the cock inside shudder, stop, then slowly pull backwards. The relief from his insides was apparent, his body was beginning to relax, when it began all over again. The pain, the sensation of being stretched, all came rushing back to him as the hard pole dug back down into his body.

Tony could hear the distant sounds of flesh slapping onto flesh. He could feel the grinding motion of the other man’s body into his buttocks, feel his hot breath on his neck, as his body pressed him further into the mattress. The bed squeaked, as the motion of pulling back then pushing back began to quicken, to become almost like one.

His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about. His whole body was tense, the nerves tingling, the muscles never getting a chance to relax, to regroup. They were like taut wires, being played hard and fast.

The hard breathing in his ear was making him twist, to try and get away. His head twisted and flopped from side to side, as the groans echoed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if they were his, or if it was from the man behind him, the man holding him down with his entire body weight. The hard thrusts were interrupted by the odd hard slap on his buttocks, first one side, then the other. It made his cheeks tingle, and then they would quiver as the man would drive down hard onto his body.

Tony felt each thrust, as it drove in, as it pushed his muscles aside, as it filled his insides. The feel of heat inside, of a greater warmth than he could generate filled his mind, he felt the beads of sweat turn into tiny little rivers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a clear picture of who was behind him, who was drilling his butt so expertly.

He remembered Jason, the bar’s waiter but it wasn’t him. Tony knew what his cock felt like, so it had to be someone new, someone he hadn’t taken home before, but his mind was unable to concentrate. The pain inside, the fast thrusts, followed by the odd twist of the cock, was overpowering his mind. It made him groan, made his hands ball up into fists, and strike the bed, as each thrust became deeper and harder.

Whoever it was, was good. He could feel his insides turning to mush. He was used to being fucked, but this was different, the cock was harder and thicker. Each time it was driven into him, he could feel it swelling, feel it stretching his insides. He cried out, enjoying the hard pain, enjoying the strange sensations more than anything. His mind felt the pain, but was amazed by the warmth it created inside.

His hair was matted from sweat, that now dripped between his closed eyelids. Some was even dripping down his hooked nose, to drop across his upper lip. He struggled to breath, feeling the ache in his chest as his whole body was pounded into the bed. He heard the springs creak their objection, felt the motion of the bed as it moved to each thrust.

Two strong hands gripped his hips, pulled him upright. His head was still buried into the pillow, but his legs were raised up, his knees and lower legs pressed into the bed. His buttocks was lifted up, driven into the hard pole, and he could feel the pubic hairs of the man behind him, scratching against his moist cheeks. His whole body was a massive puddle of sweat, salty sweat that filled the room with its odor.

As his buttocks was lifted up, held tightly, the pounding into it grew fiercer. It was like a jack hammer was in his ass, as the couldn’t tell when the cock was going out or coming in. It was fast, furious and hard. His whole body was shuddering, absorbing the shock of the hard hammer like blows. The sound of flesh banging against flesh echoed in the room, along with the heavy panting breathing of someone, other than him.

Tony moaned, his head buried deep into the pillow. He was still biting it, as the cock continued to twist and dive into his body. His butt cheeks were shaking from the force of the hard blows of the other man’s hips, as they crushed down onto his upraised buttocks. He felt his whole body moving with each thrust.

His legs ached, his cock was flopping between his upraised body. Sweat was pouring from every conceivable spot of his body, as the pounding only seemed to intensify. His limbs grew numb, his toes were curling as the pounding of his heart and heaving of his chest seemed uncontrollable. He felt himself suddenly being twisted and turned over. It was quick, and hard as he felt himself on his back.

Before his ass could collect itself, could relax, he felt the cock being wedged back up against his pink hole. His legs were lifted up, and spread apart. The hard cock was there, then was driving deep back inside of him. His head twisted, as he felt the hot breath over his face, then the press of lips against his, teeth nibbling at his own trembling lips.

His eyes fluttered as he stared up at the towering figure over him. His hips shivered, as he glanced up, trying to focus on the face behind the dangling strands of blond hair that grazed his chest and face.

Tony moaned, as he watched the head pull back, tossing the long strands of hair to one side. He saw the firm jaw, the clenched mouth, teeth over the lower lip gleaming. His chest was heaving, he could see the sweat dripping off the man, see the glitter of light across one nipple, realizing it was a nipple ring.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could pick out more details, despite the hard pounding his ass was still taking. He could see the star tattoo on the belly, the way the belly button was the centre of five painted stars radiating outwards. Looking up, he saw the one nipple ring swaying to the man’s motion, as his hips continued to pound into his upraised buttocks.

There was a light patch of matted chest hair, behind the swaying strands of blond hair. The chin was there, small tuft of wet hair visible, but it was so firm, so white that he couldn’t help but wonder. The lips were taut, and the man’s nose was shining, coated by a heavy sheen of sweat. He felt the drops on his own chest, as he struggled to stare upwards.

He heard him grunt, watched as the chin trembled a bit, then he suddenly felt the pressure inside end. He felt one ankle being released, as his eyes stared up, the head above moving to one side, glancing downwards, past his face, towards his groin.

Tony heard the man groan again, heard something else that he couldn’t place, then felt the man leaning into him, the weight of his body holding his legs upraised. Glancing down his trembling body, he saw the sheen of his own flesh, saw the tiny rivers of sweat trickling down the rolls of his flesh, and then he saw the hand between his legs.

His eyes opened even wider, as he saw the blur, the way the man’s hand was nothing but a blur, and in the centre was a huge fiery object, aimed at him. He felt himself licking his lips, as he realized the man was stroking his cock, about to cum. The muscles insides tensed as he looked at the blur, then saw the fiery head suddenly begin to split open.

The growing hole in the centre was being filled by a dull greyish color. Before his mind could assimilate what the eyes were seeing, the first stream of cum came shooting out, splattering across his lower face. Tony felt himself flinch, as the hot milk hit his lips and chin. It was almost as if burning hot oil had been poured on him.

He cried out, his head moving to one side, as more of the hot liquid splattered across his neck, then his upper shoulder. His body shook, as more cum came flying towards him. The harsh cries from the man suddenly filled his ears, as his body shook. His legs were on either side of the man, trembling and moving on their own, as he felt the splattering cum across his belly now.

His groaned, as suddenly the man above him fell fully onto his prone body. The bed groaned and they bounced a little, and Tony felt the weight solidly across his chest. His body was still quivering, and now he could feel the other man’s body. It too was shaking, as it slowly rolled off, an arm across his stomach. He felt the cum cooling on his body, still amazed at how much cum covered his body.

There was a dull ache in his ass, as he let his head roll over to one side, so he could look at the figure lying next to him. He saw the milky white skin, the long arms, as the man’s chest still heaved. The figure was as tall as him, as his head was level with Tony’s, and his toes were next to his. The body looked thin, he could see the ribs sticking out from his side.

The man next to him turned his head, and he saw the face at last. He didn’t recognize it, but the face was thin, haggard looking but the eyes. The eyes were a deep blue, and they seemed to be alive with tiny stars inside, shimmering as they stared at him. The arm that was spread over him, moved, and he could feel the long fingers inching down his prone body. They lightly ran across his skin, barely touching it, but just enough to make him tingle.

His fingers moved down, and ran lightly across his cock shaft, which immediately grew back into life. He saw a smile cross the man’s face, and for a moment he thought that he couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, but then as the fingers moved past his cock, to ran across his inner thigh, the smile left his face. He suddenly looked older, more like 22 or older, but the eyes, that once shimmered, glittered even, were slowly clouding over, growing darker, becoming impenetrable.

Tony didn’t know what was happening, his mind couldn’t put a name to the face, and yet the feeling he knew him was gnawing at him. Yet his mind wouldn’t focus, wouldn’t seek out who it was. His body shivered as the touch around his groin disappeared. The light of the room was growing darker, as his breathing became more normal. The figure next to him was slowly being swallowed up by the darkness, and he wanted to call out to him, to ask him who he was but the words wouldn’t come. His mouth felt like it had been glued shut.

Shutting his eyes, he was silently pleading for the man to take him again, to touch him more, to take his cock and make it cum, just as his had just done. He wanted to cum, wanted to let his body explode, but the man seemed to not hear him, or read his mind. He felt the darkness around him now, suddenly uncertain of where he was, of what had happened. He felt his body squirm, felt the ache growing in his groin, felt his need becoming urgent. The press of something seemed to prod his bladder, as he felt his body move.

There was a strange noise, off in the distance, but he couldn’t place it. All he wanted was to feel those long fingers reach around and grip his cock, to take his throbbing pole within, and to move up and down, to make him harder, to make him cum. He wanted to feel the fingers prod his testicles, to maybe feel those thin lips wrap around his cock, while the slender fingers dug back into his body, to make him groan again.

Still that noise was becoming louder, more annoying, as his mind tried to focus, to bridge the gap between him and the mysterious stranger. He felt the pain, from his groin, from his desire. Yet he couldn’t seem to reach the man, to find him again. He couldn’t feel him next to him, couldn’t even smell him now, just the odor of stale sweat mixed with dried cum. Desperately he tried to call out, to reach out, but the darkness wouldn’t let him. He felt something holding him back, and for a second he thought it was him, but it wasn’t.

The noise was too much. It was too loud, ruining his concentration, when his eyes popped open. There was the light again, but it came from his windows, through the curtains. He was still breathing a bit hard, as he realized at how sticky he felt. Turning around, he couldn’t see anyone, hear anyone in the room, just the damn noise.

Turning his head in its direction, he saw the flashing red numerals of his clock radio, realizing what the noise was. He sighed, as he tossed the covers off his body. He felt a bit dejected, knowing he was alone in the bed, knowing that what he had been feeling was just a result of his late night snack of spicy pizza. He sat up on the edge of his bead, letting the night’s cobweb’s clear a bit, wishing that his dream had been real.

Playing Paddy Cake with Pat

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Jordan stared at his reflection. His hair was just right, the frosted tips has just the right amount of glitter spread threw them. It lay perfectly over his head, and the bags under his eyes were well covered by the make up he used. His eyes stared at each imperfection on his face, noting that no pimples had popped up in the last hour, and there wasn’t any sheen to his golden colored flesh.

He was ready, as he sighed, and turned to head out. Tonight was his turn, he was certain of it, because Pat had said so. And the world evolved around Pat as far as Jordan was concerned. There was no explaining why either, because frankly Jordan wasn’t what you would call a looker. There was no stand out features that made you take a second look, but the whole package was indeed breath taking.

What Pat didn’t have in looks, he made up for in attitude. He was in his late twenties, while he, Jordan, was just 20. Pat’s tag along friends said it was unnatural for a 20 year old to want someone who was nearly 30, but they were jealous. They wanted Pat as much as he did, and while he had his fling with him, he wanted more. They were still waiting for their first fling, and he knew they’d never get it.

Pat wasn’t into older guys, he liked ‘em young, like him.

A self satisfied smirk came over his face, as he closed the door to his apartment and took the steps down two at a time, to rush outside and climb into the waiting cab. He felt like he did that first time back when he was just 16. Though this was different, this time he knew what to do, how to make it all work right. No trying to figure out how to take a cock in his mouth, or up his ass. He knew the ways now, and Pat was his crowning glory.

As the cab moved through the traffic, Jordan couldn’t help but think about that first time with Pat. They way he had pursued him then, had kept ‘bumping’ into him, as if it was an accident. The thrill he would get, from feeling Pat’s body brush against his, was only a hint of how it would feel later. Still, the memory of that pursuit, made him horny, even now some six months later.

He could still get an erection, thinking of that night at the club, where every time he turned around, there was Pat. It was like being stalked, like some big game hunter had selected him, as the target for the night. In truth, he had been the target, but unlike other prey, he kept coming back for more. He wanted to be stalked by Pat, to break that rule of his, to only shag once, then move on.

Pat might be stubborn, experienced in deflecting seconds, but Jordan was persistent. It wasn’t his fault, as he told Pat, but was Pat’s own fault, because of that first night. Pat had laughed, at first, but last week Jordan had managed to break through his reserve. Last week, he had finally gotten the go ahead that would make all those failed attempts worthwhile. Tonight he would experience Pat once again, a feat no one in recent memory had accomplished.

That thought also helped the erection that was making the cab ride a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t average, least not in that department. You couldn’t call his equipment ‘monster’ sized, but it certainly had made a few think twice before having sex with him. Not Pat, but then Pat was different, he was a confirmed Top, and in his own short time, Jordan hadn’t much experience in being a bottom.

Still, that time with Pat, the way he had taken him, so hard, so completely still made the pre cum ooze. No wonder when he jerked off at home, it would always come back to that night, when Pat took him out back.

It had been his first time at the club. There were a lot of people milling around, dancing and groping each other at the various tables or leaning against the walls. Some where interesting, but that first ‘innocent bump’ had made all the rest seem uninteresting. The way Pat had smiled at him, apologized and grinned. It was like he knew then and there, that he would be taking Jordan. Jordan had to admit, he knew it too, but the game had to be played.

Least that was how Pat explained it, and now the game would start all over. He liked the idea of walking through the crowded mass of people, never knowing when Pat would suddenly be next to him. The way he would fend off others, their groping hands never quite making it to the promised land. Yet Pat somehow, always managed to get his hand there.

The whole night he had walked the floor, avoiding this hand, that hand, that leg, that touch. Yet when he felt the quick brush over his crotch, or against his buttocks, it had always been Pat. No one else had managed to find their way past his defences. That alone made Pat worthy of more attention, but as quick as the slight touch would come, the figure would be gone.

It had started by the bar, and as he had moved through the crowd, it was like Pat was herding him to a specific spot. Thinking about it after, he realized how good Pat was at it. The way he would seem to be nudging him towards the far wall, towards the only door that exited the bar without setting off alarms.

Without even realizing it, he had been gently guided to that far wall, where eventually he had been cornered, and the full press had begun. The charm Pat had was unnerving. Just a small grin was enough to set his heart pounding, even now.

His voice was never loud, despite the blaring music. You could hear him clearly, but no one else could. They could be standing right next to you, but only you could hear his words, feel his breath against your face. It was like being taken into a confidence, amidst a swirling world of potential interlopers. It felt special, as it was meant to.

The words didn’t matter, it was the look, the odd touch, that made it all special. How his eyes would light up as he spoke, how they made you feel special, unique. It was an amazing trick, or tactic. Even after, when you talked to Pat, he could make it seem like there was no one else in the room, as if it was only you he was talking to.

No wonder he was successful, but if his mannerisms weren’t enough, his touch would put anyone over the edge. The way he would laugh, then run his finger down the side of your face, or lightly tap your chest. Just that simple gesture, was enough to have nearly made him cum, that first time. Still would too, but that night, it was like Pat’s touch was electrically charged.

When Pat had managed to herd him to the back wall, how he had stood in front of him, his one hand up over Jordan’s head, resting on the wall above. How his body smelled, being so close, the mix of sweat and cologne intoxicating. It all added to the mystique, and to setting the mood.

How he had felt, when Pat had clinked their glasses together, and his fingers had lightly brushed the back of his hand, the jolt was unreal. Pat had noticed it too, smiling at him, the eyes sparkling as they bore into his very soul. Or at least it was how he had remembered it. The way he had shook for a moment, when they had touched, how suddenly he felt his whole insides twisting and turning with excitement, with desire. How his knees had quivered, barely keeping him upright.

It was a memory he would never forget, never become clouded by time. It was fresh now, as it was then, as he closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. The cab bounced but all he could see was Pat’s smiling face, feel the eyes staring at him, questioning him in a way he had never experienced before.

He still couldn’t recall how, but they had made their way out of the bar, were off in the back alley, among piles of garbage cans and bins. The noise of cars passing across the alley opening only seemed to make it all even more special, as they had moved to stand out of the back lights from the various other back doors.

The sounds of people, of cars, or horns, and emptying trash seemed distant, as they had kissed, as Pat had held him tightly up against the wall. The way his lips had crushed his, forcing his mouth apart. How he had tasted him that first time, feeling the warmth make his whole body tremble.

One hand had moved down, to hold his hip, to wrap around his slender waist, digging in slightly. The mouth had crushed his, the tongue snaking into his, tasting him and letting him taste back. It had nearly knocked all of the breath from him, when he felt himself being shuffled further down the cold brick wall. His body was shaking, from excitement, as Pat kissed him under his chin, licking at his Adam’s apple, then licking up and around his chin, up to his ear lobe.

He felt the tongue lick at the underside of the lobe, then he felt the teeth nibble at the bottom, pulling it even, before the tongue was suddenly licking at the inside curve, making his head grow dizzy.

The feel of the tongue, the tip licking along his ear, then swirl around the inside, made his whole body shudder. He felt the hard press of a hand on his belly, felt the fingers caressing his trembling stomach, brushing over the rolling muscles. He had sucked in his gut, thrilled by the touch, the seeming cautious groping, as the hand worked down, to rest over his aroused crotch. He knew he was totally erect, and yet as the hand moved across his groin, he felt himself grow even harder.

It was impossible to believe, but it felt like his cock would rip through the pants, to let Pat hold it, to let him grab hold and do whatever he wanted with it. His eyes were shut tight, as he felt Pat kiss his cheek, then just back of his jaw, and all he could do was to moan his pleasure, his joy at it all.

Jordan remembered how he had felt the cool night air blowing across his belly, how Pat had managed to undo his pants, to push them down and had his fingers probing at his testicles. It had shocked him, the hard touch of those tapered fingers against his balls, digging into the sack, pushing up at his cock. He had moaned, but had it cut off as Pat once more, kissed him full on the mouth.

His whole body was shaking, as the hands reached around and grabbed hold of his ass. The fingers dug into his flesh hard, making him wince a little. He felt them pull him and grind his hard cock into Pat’s body. He felt the cock tremble, felt his body grow rigid as the fingers stretched outwards, digging and pulling as they sought t spread Jordan’s cheeks even more. The wind seemed like it was blowing between his cheeks, as he had felt himself turned around, his face resting up against the cold brick wall.

There seemed like nothing he could do, his body was Pat’s to command, and he could only remember how good it felt, to have his hands running up and down his chest, under his shirt, while his pants and shorts had been pushed down to his knees. Pat pushed his legs apart, as far as they could go with the clothes preventing them from being too wide.

His heart had been pounding, his pulse racing unchecked, as he felt Pat lean into him, his head on Jordan’s shoulder. He felt the lips brush past his neck, then once more the teeth nibble at his ear lobe, the tongue flicking out to taste his skin, under the ear lobe, then over it. Jordan remembered how he had shook then, how he had whimpered out begging Pat to take him, to enter him.

Jordan had never begged anyone before to fuck him, nor since. But at that moment, he was almost in tears, wanting Pat to fill his insides. Instead, he felt the finger move down his spine, under his shirt. He felt his buttocks clench as the finger left the small of his back, then he felt it come back, moistened by some spit.

It moved slowly down between his cheeks, which were quivering. He was moaning ‘yes, oh yes’ as the finger moved down between the cheeks, lightly touching his hole and teasing it. He felt his body shake, felt himself trying to push back against the finger, but Pat not letting him impale himself, least not right away.

He moved the finger up and down his valley, letting the tip reach down and under, to brush over the very base of his cock. It pressed into his scrotum, then moved away, once more to be moistened. Then he felt it slide between his cheeks, the wet tip lightly pressing up against his hole, and then in a sudden press, Jordan felt it penetrate him. He cried out, sucked in his breathe, as the finger was pushed deep into his insides. His legs quivered, his heart skipped several beats, and the air left his lungs, as the finger penetrated.

Every nerve tingled, screamed out at his mind, as the finger dove deep into his insides, twisting as it moved unimpeded inside. His inner muscles were taken by surprise, and then the finger began to gyrate, to move in and out with speed. He felt himself grunt, then he cried out a second time, as Pat suddenly added another finger.

His body shook, as the two fingers pressed in, twisted and turned inside as they dove in, then pulled out. In and Out they went for several hard minutes, making him moan, making him try to push his legs further apart, restrained by his pants. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he felt the fingers digging deeper with each thrust, then he felt the hard kiss under his ear, felt the other hand reach around and grab hold of his hard cock. He groaned as the hand gripped him tightly, the fingers pounding his insides while the other hand stroked him in time.

Then it all seemed to stop. He didn’t know what was happening, didn’t recognize any of the sounds, until he felt the sudden hard press of a cock up against the small of his back. He felt his body being pulled away form the wall, and he could feel Pat’s fist between the top of his butt cheeks. Between his hands was a hard lump, hot and throbbing.

The press of the hard cock between his legs only made him shake more. He didn’t even have the strength to turn his head, to look back at Pat, who leaned into him. Jordan heard him spit, felt the hard cock pulled back and then he could hear the sound of the spit being quickly spread over the burning pole. He took a deep breath, as the hard cock was once more wedged between his cheeks. He felt the wet spit, felt the thin plastic tip as the cock was slowly slid down his open cheeks, until it was firmly wedged up against his trembling hole.

Jordan remembered closing his eyes tight, his mouth open as he waited, as his muscles tensed up both inside and out. His legs were trembling in anticipation. He held his breath, feeling his lungs ache, as the rolling pain suddenly hit his sense.

He cried out, as Pat penetrated him, as the hard cock head wedged between his legs pushed past his inner muscles. The pain was sharp, as it raced up his spine, as his body was suddenly being split apart. Every part of his body shook, as Pat pushed his whole cock into Jordan’s rectum, without stopping. Jordan felt the grinding of Pat’s groin into his buttocks, as he was completely impaled on the cock.

The fullness was almost too much. The pain seemed endless, as Pat ignored Jordan’s cries, and began to pull out, then push in. He moved his hips from side to side, making his cock jerk and shake inside. Jordan remembered how each thrust into his body was like feeling the penetration all over again. It was hard, and only seemed to grow harder with each thrust.

Pat reached around and had hold of his thighs. The fingers dug deeply into his flesh, and with each thrust in, the fingers would pull back, forcing him backwards onto the pile driving cock. He could feel it inside, the way it throbbed, and moved. He had bitten his lip, when it had dug into his body, and he could taste some blood, as Pat rocked him.

In and out like a jack hammer, was how he remembered that whole episode. The pain was dulled by its constant repetition. His body was a mass of quivering muscles, as the cock seemed to go deeper each time it was pushed in.

Jordan could remember each thrust, even now, as he ignored the cab’s motion. His cock was stretching his pants as he remembered each hard thrust, remembered each twist as the cock head would bang up against his insides. How he could feel the head as it would press up into his prostrate, bang off to one side, and how his whole body shook.

The pounding continued to get faster, then suddenly it had ended. He felt his muscles go slack, felt his lungs gulp in air, then he heard the heavy breathing. He felt Pat leaning up against him, his head on his shoulder. His still quivering buttocks was being hit hard by Pat’s fist, and something else. It took Jordan a second loner to realize that Pat was jerking off, and the realization made his body stiffen, made his lungs ache, as he held his breath, waiting.

Pat let out a stifled moan, that made Jordan turn his head to stare back. He saw Pat’s head tilted back, the way his whole face was contorted, as his body seemed to shake. He watched, in amazement, as the whole figure behind him seemed to become a blur, as Jordan’s own body suddenly tensed.

He felt the hot splatter across his lower back, then he felt it burn his skin, as Pat’s cum flew out and covered his bare skin. He felt each splash, each drop as it hit his own shaking body. His legs suddenly tightened, his lungs grew empty of breath, his heart pounded, as the hot cream flew across his body.

The sensation was amazing, as his muscles began to twitch, his flesh taut like sheets of steel. The pain was almost as intense inside, as it had been when Pat first penetrated him. He felt his cock jerk, felt his groin ache, as his own body reacted to the splattering of cum.

Every nerve in his body seemed to be groaning, as his eyes fluttered, as they closed, with the image of Pat’s head tilted back, his hair askew, his eyes tightly shut, as the final spasm of his orgasm passed across his face. Jordan moaned, feeling his own body explode, feeling his own orgasm explode.

He handed the cab drive a twenty, telling him to keep the change, as he hurriedly exited the vehicle. Jordan adjusted his pants, wiping the sweat from his brow, as he made his way to the entrance of the club. Tonight, he was going to relive that moment, and he had a surprise or two in store for Pat. He’d see who would be paddling whose bum with a drained dick, as he headed down the stairs, towards the noise, towards Pat, the wet spot on his pants adding to his excitement.