A Stranger’s Kindness

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The diner was empty, and he leaned on the counter, wondering if he might be able to get away with closing early? He rested his head on his hands, staring out at the blowing rain as it splattered against the big bay windows, knowing that if he did close early, it would be when old man Hendricks would show up. Ben sighed, as he looked out at the rotten night, watching the time drag on.

He was tempted to shut the grill off, but it was still over an hour till closing. Even the regulars seemed to have stayed away. Then too, most of them were either pan handlers or night shift workers from the nearby factory. The workers would head straight to work on a night like this, the pan handlers were off looking for a shelter for the night, most likely.

There was a dark blob by the window, then the door opened. He felt the cold race into the warm diner, and felt himself shiver a little as the soaked figure walked in, shutting the door hard. It was hard to tell what he looked like, he was so bundled up but as he came forward, Ben realized he was dressed in old clothes, not very warm one’s either.

As he came closer, Ben was able to tell that he was a kid, no more than 19 or 20. More than likely he was maybe 18 but he looked so thin, it was amazing he hadn’t been blown in by the wind. The kid had light colored hair, matted down from the rain, and his cheeks were a little sunken looking. The eyes thought, they gave Ben a slight chill as they looked so frightened, so tired and empty.

Ben could see how nervous he was too, which raised a bit of fear inside of him. They had been robbed just a few weeks back, by some hype, and he had looked the same. Well not the same, but just as skittish. He felt his hands reach under the counter, reaching for the bat that he had placed there. Damned if he was going to let some hype rough him up without a fuss, unlike what had happened to his boss, Mr. Hendricks.

It was why he was working the night shift. His boss was still recovering from the beating that he had taken, and it wasn’t like he had resisted either. He had handed over the money, but still the robber had pistol whipped him, and Ben suspected that Mr Hendricks simply couldn’t face working the nights anymore. He didn’t mind himself, but now he sort of wondered, as the strange figure shuffled up to the counter.

There was no mistaking his fear, or his cold. He was shivering, and trembling just like he imagined a drug addict needing a fix would look. His face grew taut, as he couldn’t find the bat, and he wondered what he would do if the kid pulled out a gun. Would he try to take it away, or would he do as he was told? Would that save him from being hurt?

‘How much is the soup?’

The thin voice trembled as it spoke, which surprised him. Ben looked at the guy, saw him wipe his face with his sleeve, not really managing to dry it at all. He was soaked all the way through no doubt.

‘$3.95 for a bowl’

‘Oh, uh, how much for a half a bowl? I got about $2 I think.’

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, and Ben stiffened, afraid he was reaching for a gun or knife or something. Instead he saw him pull out some change, and lay it on the counter. It was a mix of change, dimes, nickels, and even some pennies.

Ben reached around and grabbed a bowl, filling it up and placing it in front of the kid. He reached under and pulled out a spoon, and some packaged crackers. His fingers brushed against the edge of the bat, which he ignored. There wouldn’t be a robbery tonight, he felt as he placed the crackers next to the bowl.

The young man looked up, his eyes suddenly looking at him. Ben felt a small shiver inside, seeing the look of gratitude in them that made his heart skip a beat or two. It was unnerving really, as he also saw how hungry the young man was. He couldn’t help but notice how his hand trembled as he gripped the spoon, and sipped at the hot soap.

‘Want some coffee with that?’

The man looked up, the spoon near his mouth. Ben could see his pale lips quivering, the water still dripping from his hair across his face.

‘I have no more money’

He said it so softly, so simply that it made Ben shake a bit. He had never known poverty, or known what it was like to not be able to have a full meal. He had seen many of the pan handlers who had come in, some with similar looks, but this seemed to touch him unlike the others.

‘That’s okay, it’s almost closing, only throw it out if no one else comes in, which I think is a safe bet.’

‘Thanks’

Glancing up at the clock, he realized he could safely shut down the grill, but decided he’d have his own dinner. One of the perks Hendricks allowed him, but as he thought about it, he decided maybe he’d make it for two. He took two large hamburgers out of the fridge, throwing them onto the grill. The sound made the young man look up, as he took a drink of the hot coffee.

Ben saw the look, knowing instantly that it had been a bit of time from when he had last eaten. Tossing the kid a fresh towel, he asked him if he wanted some fries or anything. The kid looked down, just nodding, seemingly embarrassed by it all.

‘Kind of a shit night to be out, you from around here?’

‘Huh? Oh, no, no I just got in, it sure is a big place.’

‘Suppose, so where you from?’

‘South, in the sticks.’

‘Long ways from home then, you headed anywhere special?’

‘As far as I can get from there, which doesn’t seem to be far now, guess I should have waited, but… sorry, it’s been a rotten night.’

‘I can see, uh, I am Ben.’

‘Hi, I am Josh.’

He flipped the burgers, and busied himself preparing the fries, and slicing up some onions and stuff to fry up. He managed to refill Josh’s coffee, noticing how he held the hot cup, to warm his hands up. Ben couldn’t explain it, but he felt sorry for him.

With everything cooked, he turned off the grill, and laid out the meal. He noticed how wide Josh’s eyes opened, as he placed the plate in front of him, stacked high with French fries, and the hamburger hanging out the sides of the bun.

Josh mumbled a thanks, as he picked up the burger, his eyes glowing as he took a bite, and then another. It was clear to Ben, the guy hadn’t eaten for a bit, as he nibbled at his own burger. It was sad, but at the same time he couldn’t help but steal glances at the young man. The way his hair was so matted, dirty even, but yet seemed to give him a rather attractive look. Or maybe it wasn’t the hair or any one thing, just the whole package?

He had a lean face, and a small nose that seemed to fit the rest of the face. The lips were thin and pale, but every now and then, when they trembled, or had some ketchup smeared across, it made him look like some farm boy poster. That wholesome look, fresh clean country type where they rode horses, wore jeans and Stetsons.

Watching him, Ben could see he was still shivering every few seconds. The clothes he wore were thin, summer type clothing and it was fall already. He wouldn’t survive the fall dressed like that, let alone winter. As he watched him eat, he felt sorry for him.

‘Uh look, uh but don’t take this wrong, but man you can’t go out in those wet things. You gonna catch a cold or worse.’

Josh looked up from eating, and his eyes looked hard at him. For a second or two, Ben felt like they were going to tear up, and then he just lowered his head as he whispered back.

‘I don’t have anything else, my back pack got stolen a few days back. I only got what I am wearing.’

‘How old are you?’

’18, two days ago, when my stuff got swiped.’

‘Hell of a birthday present, uh, you think about going home, calling them?’

‘No, nothing to go home to, they uh, they don’t want a… let’s just say I can’t, okay?’

‘Sure, just that, you ain’t gonna survive dressed like that, no money. You do anything but work on a farm? I mean, work in a store or anything?’

‘Not that many stores where I come from, but I’ll manage I guess, not like I got a choice, you know?’

‘No, not really. Sure you can’t call them, patch things up?’

‘Sure, if I want to be something I am not.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Look uh, Ben? You been real nice to me, I appreciate it, really do. Thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn’t. Not with all they said, besides all the people there, they’ll all know about me by now, and they will be the same as my own family, so no, no going back.’

‘Shit, what you do, rob a bank or something?’

‘Hell, that they would forgive.’

‘Then what?’

Josh looked at him, leaned back and for a second or two, Ben thought that he was going to get up and run. It was like whatever he had done, was making him feel like no one would understand, or accept. For the life of him, Ben just couldn’t figure it out, as he looked at Josh.

As he did, he saw the eyes flare a little, saw them look at him, then look away. Yet in that instant, he realized that Josh hadn’t just looked at him, but had actually been checking him out. It felt rather odd, and then it hit him, like a ton of bricks. Josh was gay. It had to be that, nothing else could explain it.

‘It’s uh, nothing. You uh, you wouldn’t want to know.’

‘That you are Gay?’

Josh stared open mouthed at Ben. His eyes were darting all over, as if looking for a way to hide, to run to, and yet at the same time, they couldn’t stop but come back to look at Ben. Ben just stood there, his eyes never leaving Josh’s face once, as he waited, remembering how he had come out.

He could remember the look on his parent’s faces, the shock, the dismay even, and then the understanding. His mother tearing up, yet never once making him feel like she loved him less. Even his friends hadn’t seem all that surprised, nor upset. Well okay one or two weren’t comfortable about it, and had sort of drifted away since, but as he waited for Josh to speak, he realized how lucky he had been.

‘How’d you, I mean uh…’

‘Been there.’

‘You mean… I uh, I’d never… I mean…’

‘Never mind, look uh they teach you how to wash dishes where you come from?’

‘Yeah’

‘Good, I hate doing dishes, so you can do these, meantime, we need to get you out of those wet ones. There are some whites in back, they should fit. We’ll take what you got on, and dry them at my place.’

‘Your place?’

‘Unless you got somewhere else to sleep?’

‘No, but uh… why?’

‘Call it a gay thing, I don’t know. Besides, if you want, I think I can get you a job doing dishes here, pay ain’t hot, but at least its something. You can crash at my place for a bit, if you want.’

‘Yeah, that would be, it is just, you don’t know me, why? I don’t get it.’

‘Either do I, so let’s not think about it, come on, I’ll show you where to change, then we can clean up and get out of this place.’

Ben really didn’t know why he had done it, or anything. Josh wasn’t exactly dishwasher material, least at first, but he picked up on it quick enough. He did think Hendricks’s would hire him, on his okay, so that would be okay. Besides, the place really did need a dishwasher, now that he was taking on the night shift.

Then too, bringing him home, letting him crash wasn’t something he normally did. Hell, when he did pick someone up at the bars, he usually went to the park or their place, not his. He liked to keep his privacy. One of his flings told him he was worse than a penny pincher, when it came to giving out his phone number, let alone where he lived. Yet here he was, sitting in his only chair, while a strange 18 year old was in his bathroom, having a shower.

He had to be losing it or maybe it was the way his eyes had lit up, the way his whole face seemed to glow when he had suggested the job, and offered him a place to sleep. Ben shook his head, listening with one ear to the noises from the shower, unsure of what had come over him.

Sure Josh was good looking. Thin but that was from his leaving home. There was no doubt that after a few meals he’d fill out, making him more attractive. Yet, in his own way, he already was. Maybe it was that, though he had picked up cuter looking guys before Josh, never wanting to bring them home.

The sound of running water had stopped, as he thought about the whole evening, the ride home, and also the smell too. Josh obviously hadn’t bathed recently, but in some strange way, Ben didn’t seem to mind. Having him sitting next to him, felt strangely good. It was like it was supposed to be, though when they got back to Ben’s he had sort of insisted on Josh taking a hot shower.

Course he had used the excuse that it would help ward off a cold, but still Josh seemed to have sensed the true reason. He had even laughed, as he had accepted the offer to use the shower. It wasn’t a long laugh, but when he had, the smile was enough to simply die for. The way his lips seemed to gain color, curl up around his mouth, showing his teeth. It was unreal, and had given him a bit of an erection too.

That also was strange for him. Hell, he was 22 years old, had been having sex since he was 15, and no one had just smiled and gotten him excited. Yet, here he was, sitting with a semi hard on, all from just that one tiny smile.

‘Uh, I didn’t know what to do with the whites, so I uh left them in the bathroom.’

Ben looked up from his thoughts, to stare up at Josh. He realized that he was as tall as he was, about six foot. His hair was still wet, but all frizzed up from hand drying after the shower. It was clean too, and looked a dirty blond color, that hung down to under his ears. His face was obviously still a bit tanned from the summer, as was the rest of his body. He noticed the legs were white, but had some definition to them, as did his chest.

The towel was wrapped around his middle, and he sucked in his breath as he noticed the bulge at the middle. He couldn’t help but stare. Quickly he pulled his eyes off Josh’s groin, to look up at him again. The way the eyes seemed so much more alive, full of fun. The despair he had seen before was still there, lurking but the real Josh was shining through.

‘That’s okay, I’ll do them with your other stuff in the morning.’

As he said it, he saw that look return briefly, then he saw the jaw set, the lips close firmly together. The eyes, which had been downcast, looked up at him and Ben felt his heart flutter a little. He saw the boy reach up and toss back some of his curly hair, from across his forehead. He had a strange determined look on his face as he did it, then he took a step forward.

Moving forward, Ben just watched as he saw him let the towel, around his middle, fall to the floor. He looked down, to stare at Josh’s semi erect penis. Licking his lips, he couldn’t help but look at it, to see the pink color of the shaft, the deeper purple of the head, as it seemed to be growing harder, before his eyes. His own heart was suddenly racing, as he watched Josh coming closer.

Finally he lifted his eyes up & away from the tantalizing vision of Josh’s manhood. He saw that determined look, the way the eyes were so focused on him. While the room was warm, it wasn’t super hot and yet sweat began to bead up on his forehead as Josh came closer, until finally he was standing right in front of Ben.

‘Josh, you don’t, I mean uh… you don’t have to…’

‘I know, I want to.’

‘Why? You don’t… really you don’t…’

Josh kneeled down, stretching his legs out, resting his head on Ben’s knee. His hands were also on his leg, as the face looked up at him. The eyes were dark, yet as they stared up at him, he felt them reaching out to him, talking to him in some odd way that his own mind seemed to actually understand. It was strange, bizarre even, but he let his hand moved down, to rest on Josh’s head.

The touch was like touching an electric fence. His whole body suddenly seemed jolted awake, and he could feel his groin stirring, even more than it already was. The pounding of his heart was deafening to his ears, as he saw that face, saw the slow crawl of a smile, growing wider, more radiant, with each second.

‘It’s country tradition.’

‘Huh? What is? I mean uh…’

‘It’s okay Ben, I am not a virgin, not a slut either, but I don’t know, I am not good with words, but you feel it, so do I. I can tell.’

As he said it, he reached out and let his hand rest on top of Ben’s crotch. There was no mistaking how hard he was, or that Josh had noticed it. He felt himself sigh, as he stared down at the young man, running his hand through his hair, feeling his words as well as hearing them.

His own body was quivering as he let his hand move down, to let his index finger curl around Josh’s ear, to lightly trace a path along his cheek, towards his thin lips. As the finger passed across them. Ben felt his body tremble, then he felt the lisps curl and purse together, then lightly kiss his finger, before opening.

Ben felt his finger moving in, feeling the moist warmth inside of Josh’s mouth. Part of his mind was telling him to stop now, to not let it go further, while his heart was racing faster with each passing second, with each tickle of his finger inside that warm mouth. He could feel the tenderness, as the lips held his finger, and as he pushed and pulled his finger in and out.

He looked down, to see Josh staring up at him, as he felt the hand over his cock, rubbing him lightly, but hard enough to feel. He felt his lungs drawing in air, as he struggled with the strange emotions that were running up and down his spine. It was unlike any experience he had ever had, as his finger pulled out, and he let it glide down and under Josh’s chin. He felt his finger pressing upwards, to tilt Josh’s face up further.

Looking down, into the young man’s eyes he knew what he had meant, could feel it in himself, and he knew he didn’t have the words either. He just felt it, as the hand now began to tug at his pants, to reach for his button and he felt himself smiling. He also felt a strange warmth inside, beginning to fill him up as he moved his hand to help Josh’s hand.

As the button popped, the zipper slide down he felt light headed. The hand moved across his groin, as Josh shifted his position, and he felt the head move up and over. Josh shifted to lean into him, his lean naked body between Ben’s spread open legs. The head was hovering over him, then slowly moved down. The eyes still stared up at him, and he watched as Josh rubbed his chin over his hard cock. He groaned, as he watched him tilt his head, still staring up at him. Ben felt the press of his lips on his cock, felt him tease it with his teeth, as he kept his eyes on him.

It was unbelievable, as he felt his body shake. Then he watched as Josh reached out to grab hold of his open pants, slide them down to just above his knees. He stood up, and Ben couldn’t help but see the hard thick pole now jutting straight out from the body. Licking his lips he watched Ben bend over, and pull at his pants, taking them off and tossing them aside. Then his hands came back, to run across his crotch before grabbing the waist band of his shorts, and quickly pulling them off.

Ben felt the cool air pass across his crotch. He felt his cock sticking up and looking down saw the eyes looking up at him still. He saw them smile, felt them bore into him, as Josh reached out with his hand, to run his fingers lightly across the throbbing pole, then up and around his fat cock head. His body quivered to the touch, his nerves were all tingling, his muscles tightening as he stared back, feeling not just the lust, but more than that.

‘Josh, you uh.. it uh isn’t…’

Josh smiled again, and without saying a word, Ben felt Josh take his cock firmly in his grasp. Before he could mutter another word, his cock was enveloped in the warmth of Josh’s mouth. He felt the lips wrap around his cock, and slide down as Josh took him all the way in. He felt his face pressing up into his groin, felt the warmth all around his cock, and he his body shudder.

The rolling waves of pleasure made him groan, made his legs stiffen as he felt the tongue licking at the underside of his cock. He felt the hand holding him, felt the fingers clasp his shaft tighter, as the mouth moved up and down, tasting him and making him squirm and shake. His eyes closed, with the image of the blond head popping up and down on his cock.

His hands gripped the edge of his chair, the fingers digging into the chair arms, as he felt the tongue raking his cock, the teeth raking the head of his cock. He was panting, while his pulse was racing. Ben couldn’t believe how good it felt, as the head was moving faster and faster, The head twisted and turned, making him moan loudly, and he heard the gurgling sound, the slurping as Josh took him all the way. He would stop half way at times, then other times he would feel Josh’s nose dig into the softness of his groin.

Ben was pushing back into the chair, as Josh sucked his throbbing dick. He cried out, feeling his balls swelling, feeling them suddenly explode. His eyes shut even tighter, brilliant lights exploding on the inside of his eyelids, as his body jerked and then shot upwards and out.

He felt the cock digging deep into the mouth, felt the head strike the very back of Josh’s throat. He heard him moan, felt the throat opening even wider, as his cock head reared back, then shot forward. As it leapt forward, his heart thundered. He cried out, knowing he was there. He felt it, felt the flow of his cum as it went racing along his cock, to spill in a stream out into Josh’s mouth.

Ben felt his body shake, felt the shaking in the chair, as his body arched upwards, as it emptied itself. He cried out a second time, feeling the explosion rack his whole body with its force. He felt the lips tighten, felt his hot milk coating the shaft inside of the mouth. It was too much, as he was panting hard, struggling to breathe, as his body gave its juice with as much force as it could.

He could hear him swallow, feel the throat contract with each swallow. His body was shaking as he sank back into his chair, exhaustion overtaking him as the last of his cum dribbled from his cock. He felt the lips loosen a little, felt his cock beginning to soften, as he heard Josh’s heavy breathing.

Looking down, he saw the smile, saw the dried cum around the corners of the mouth and he watched as the tongue came out, licking the few remnants away, to once more be swallowed. He saw the eyes look up at him, glowing with even more desire than before.

Josh stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He now stared down at Ben, then he let his hand move forward, open to take Ben’s own hand. He helped him stand up and then brought them both together. He held Ben tightly. His head was resting on top of his shoulder, as he felt the head turn. The press of the lips on his cheek made him tremble, then he heard the soft whisper.

‘Thanks’

He felt his own desire growing, as he gently lifted his arms up, to grasp Josh’s shoulders. He pushed him away a little, to look into his eyes. He saw the fire in them, saw the passion too as he smiled back. He then took Josh’s hand, and began to walk towards his bedroom, his eyes never once leaving Josh’s face.

Pipe Seller

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The sun was out, people were all about, and yet he was having a rotten day selling anything. He stood by his tables, watching the crowds go past, few barely even glancing at his stuff, which was unusual. Dean always had lookers, and buyers too, but this Sunday it was like he was a leper or something. It was nearly noon already, and normally he’d have sold a few things, but so far his biggest sale had been an old DVD for $5.

The spot had cost $15, and then the gas another $10 which normally he made in the first half hour of setting up. On a good day, he’d make it before he was even set up, but not today. Today it was worse than pulling teeth. People were around, but for some reason they just weren’t stopping at his tables. Dean hated days like this, though he rarely had them.

People liked his stuff, it was always different, and you couldn’t get them in any store around. As he stood there, letting the sun bake the back of his neck, he wished he had taken the offer Friday night from the guy at the bar. Least he would have some cash in his pocket, instead of some change and maybe $2 or $3 bucks. But this was summer, this was when he made his money.

The guy across from him was doing a booming business. He sold hand carved pipes, which normally didn’t move. After all, how often did you need a new pipe? Yet today he seemed to always be wrapping one up, taking a fistful of cash in the process. They weren’t cheap either. He had looked at them a few weeks back, as his boyfriend of the time smoked one. Then too, the guy selling them was hot.

Sean was his name, and he was about 21 or 22. Slender build, with a bit of beef to him. He stood maybe an inch or two under 6 foot, but he had long blond hair. Sean had that hippy look to him, and when he wore those tight t-shirts, faded blue jeans that hugged his body, it was like instant hard on. Normally he just stood there, puffing on one of his pipes, but then he didn’t have to sell a lot to make his expenses. None of his pipes sold for less than $30.

When things were slow, he’d stare across and watch Sean. He loved the way he would stand behind the tables he had. He never slouched, and whenever he would see his face, it always was smiling. At first he thought he was just always high, but a few times he had talked with him, Sean never seemed stoned. His eyes were always clear, sparkling even, and that grin was something else to behold. It made his whole face light up, which attracted Dean to him. He liked happy people, which he himself normally was, except for today.

It was times like this that made him wish he had a trade or something to fall back on. He had done landscaping and roofing, but the company had let him go this spring, leaving him no choice but to rely on his charm at times, but mostly on the money he generated from here. Today was not going to be good, but on the upside, he got to watch Sean.

He wasn’t 100% positive, but he suspected Sean was gay, like him. Every now and then he had caught him looking in his direction, the way he would occasionally look at Sean. The eyes would seem very focused, and he was certain Sean was staring at his crotch. It always got him hard too, but so far the talk between them had been too casual for him to be certain. He kind of wished he knew, because Sean was exactly the type of guy he was attracted to.

Long hair specially made him look. Then a nice tight ass was another immediate turn on. From what he had seen, Sean had a perfect pair of buns, a pair he’d love to bury his head between, as well as his dick. The notion of doing Sean had crossed his mind often, and lately had even been in his thoughts when he had jerked off at home.

He could charm an old lady out of her last bobby pin, if he put his mind to it, but when it came to guys, he was tongue tied. He would stutter, stammer, and mumble. Not great techniques for getting a date, or more importantly a companion to have some sex with. Wasn’t like he was a virgin, just that he found himself spending more time jerking his own cock off than he would prefer.

Wasn’t like he was a dog himself. His hair wasn’t as long as Sean’s, but it was below his ears. Not a blonde, but sort of a light brown that matched his chocolate eyes. One of his old dates had said they enjoyed watching his eyes, the way they would make him melt with desire, but then the guy was also a damn site older than he was.

Dean didn’t work out, but when you work outside, digging and planting one could manage to look in shape. He wasn’t a smoker either, nor did he drink a lot. He enjoyed the work outside, had a decent tan that made his skin look darker than it was. Surprised a lot when he would get undressed, at how the tan lines ended in weird spots. He always had a V shaped tan mark down his chest, but the rest of his body, his upper legs and stomach were as white as a ghost.

Looking over at Sean, he wondered where his tan lines ended? While he wasn’t much for tanning, he bet Sean did. He had that kind of look to him, the self assured type who would have no hesitation of undressing totally, stretching out on a blanket, and just baking. He envied those types of guys, as he turned away, feeling his dick jerk a little in his jeans. He really was becoming horny, thinking about Sean.

It was getting close to start thinking of packing up for the day, and still no sales. It was disappointing and he was so busy feeling sorry for himself, he didn’t notice Sean walking across, until he was at his table, talking. His mouth was open, because Sean was there, and he had his shirt open. Dean could see the golden flesh, the light colored chest hairs made lighter by the sun. At first he didn’t catch what was said, but by the end of the conversation, he had found that he was heading over to Sean’s house.

Suddenly the lack of sales didn’t seem to be as important, as he began to pack up. He was whistling a little. It was like a huge weight had been lifted, and as he packed up, he also managed to score one or two sales that at least covered his expenses, plus a few bucks left over. He acted like he had sold his entire inventory, the way he smiled, but fact was, he couldn’t stop thinking of Sean, of being with him alone, and better still, in private.

The drive to Sean’s was like a blur. Even looking at the rather tiny little shack that Sean called home didn’t seem to penetrate his mind, as all he could think of was Sean. The way he had watched him go back to his own tables, to begin to pack up. The way his buttocks moved in the jeans, the firm ovals that seemed to fill his eyes with their perfect shape. He could feel himself getting excited, though he wasn’t sure why. It was almost as if all the doubts he had, the questions if Sean was, or wasn’t, had disappeared.

Entering Sean’s home was odd. It had a warm homey smell, like he used to recall whenever he visited his grandparent’s home. That same sort of warmth, same sort of fresh baking in the air aroma. Strange to smell that here, and as he looked around, he realized just how small the place was. Off in one part was what appeared to be the living area. A television and couple of chairs stood, near a fireplace. The kitchen area was right next to where they had walked in, and he figured the closed door is where the bathroom was, as in front was the bedroom.

Well bedroom area, not really a room. He couldn’t help but notice the rumpled bed, the blankets tossed to one side, and a pile of dirty laundry near the end of the bed. His heart did a small skip as he noticed a pair of blue boxer shorts resting on the top of the pile. He felt himself wishing he could have been there, to see them coming off.

He turned his face, reluctantly, away to find himself staring right into Sean’s face. He had a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were so bright, that they shined. Dean felt his legs go a bit weak a the knees as he realized that Sean had noticed him staring at his discarded underwear.

‘What kind you wear?’

‘Huh?’

Sean merely tilted his head towards the laundry pile, grinning as he nodded a bit. It was obvious he had noticed Dean staring at them.

‘Going to make me guess huh? Okay…’

Before he could answer, Sean took a step backwards. He put his hands on his hips and looked right down at Dean’s crotch. His eyes were staring right at him, and he felt his face blush, as he tried to stammer out his response, but Sean just kept looking and then slowly moved his head upwards. Dean saw the grin on his face, the way he looked as their eyes met.

After what seemed an eternity, as he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment, Sean moved his eyes back down, to once more gaze at Dean’s crotch.

‘Was going to say boxers, until I noticed that nice bulge there. So I am gonna go with Jockey shorts. Am I right?’

Dean didn’t know what to say to that. He sort of stammered out a yes. Sean seemed to think it was funny, as he gave a short laugh, then suddenly stopped as he stared at Dean. His eyes were still going back and forth from Dean’s face to his crotch. His lips were set firm, as he finally let his eyes focus on Dean’s face, as if trying to decide what he would say next.

‘Didn’t mean to upset you.’

‘Huh? Oh, uh no, no you didn’t.’

‘It’s a game I play, trying to guess what some guys are wearing.’

‘Really, you uh, you didn’t upset me.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really, I uh, sometimes I do it too, just uh, I never have the nerve to ask, you know?’

‘Nervous type are you?’

‘I guess, or just shy. I uh, I mean…’

‘Ever try to guess what’s inside them?’

‘Huh? I uh… I don’t uh…’

‘Did it again, didn’t I? Look, uh, maybe I have it wrong, I thought maybe you were uh, interested.’

‘Fuck yeah’ he shouted, which startled them both. He sort of stood there, his mouth open at his outburst, then slowly he heard Sean’s laughter. He grinned as he realized that Sean was just as interested.

Sean moved closer, until his face was within touching distance. Dean could feel his breath on his cheeks, as Sean stared at him, then softly replied. ‘Good, I was hoping you were’

Before he could reply, he felt Sean reach out and bring him closer to him. His eyes closed as his face moved inwards, and Dean felt the press of Sean’s lips on his. He didn’t resist as he felt his own body surrendering to the urges racing inside. He felt his own arms wrap around Sean’s body, then he felt one of Sean’s hands moving down his body.

He trembled, as he felt the hand move quickly down to his crotch, where it began to caress and rub his groin. His cock was instantly rock hard, pressing outwards. He moaned as he felt the pressure increase, tasted Sean’s tongue running across Dean’s lips. His body shook as he let his mouth open, letting Sean’s tongue go flying inside.

His hesitations were suddenly gone as his own hands began to move quickly all across Sean’s body. He was rubbing his back, then one hand was down, around the firm buttocks. His other hand joined from the other side, as he began to kiss back with real passion. Dean’s fingers dug into the cheeks, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand as he felt his lungs grasping for air.

The kissing and fondling was nice, but it didn’t last. They broke apart, staring at each other for a second or two. Then in a frenzy they both just seemed to forget about convention. Dean saw the look in Sean’s face, one he knew was in his own and he began to strip his clothes off, barely glancing at Sean doing the same.

He just tossed his clothes, until finally he stood there, totally naked. Sean was a second behind him, but he too now stood totally naked. Dean stared down to see a fully erect cock sticking out, one that was surprisingly thick looking. Glancing back up he saw Sean licking his lips as his eyes were fixed on Dean’s own fully erect cock. It wasn’t as thick as Sean’s, but maybe a bit longer but all he could think of, was how it would feel to have Sean’s dick buried in his ass. Dean felt the twitch in his ass as he thought about it, and looked back up at Sean.

Their eyes met and once more they found themselves locked in an embrace. Sean’s hands were reaching down at his cock, wrapping around it and pulling on it. He was kissing Sean’s neck, then under his chin, as his own hand had grabbed hold of the throbbing pole. It was thicker than he had thought, as he licked at the hollow in Sean’s neck.

The continued to play with each other, constantly moving and touching and somehow he realized they were on Sean’s bed. They were both stretched out, Sean had one leg over Dean’s thigh, his thick cock digging into Dean’s belly, as they kissed and hugged.

The way Sean’s hands moved across his body, made Dean groan and moan in ways he had never done before. Every nerve in his body was tingling, and the ache in his ass was over powering. He felt it more and more, as Sean’s hands caressed him, touched him and prodded him. He felt the thick cock and realized how much he wanted to feel it inside of him. He rolled on top, pinning Sean down and leaned up, his upper torso off Sean’s body, but his lower body still holding him down. He could see the lust in the eyes, the desire as he looked down.

‘I want you in me, I need it.’

Sean looked up at him, his eyes bulging wider and he held his breath, searching Dean’s face, trying to make sure it was real.

‘You sure?’

‘Yes… where are the Condoms ?’

Sean turned his face towards the small little night stand next to him. ‘First drawer’

Dean leaned over and as he did, he felt Sean kiss his lower chest, lick at it as he fumbled with the drawer, then yanked it open to peer inside. His fingers rummaged around till it found the strip of Condoms and he quickly pulled it out and ripped one package off the strip, tossing the others back onto the top of the nightstand.

His eyes were burning as he ripped open the package, and he felt himself tremble as his fingers took the thin plastic out, and he shifted his body down Sean’s own quivering body. He felt Sean’s eyes staring at him, as slid down until Sean’s cock was now sticking up and in front of him. His own cock was resting on Sean’s thigh, throbbing in anticipation.

Quickly he took the condom, pinching the top to keep the air out, then unrolled the thin plastic over Sean’s cock. He could feel it throb, his hands shook a little, as he slid the plastic over the cock. He leaned back, staring down at it. It looked like something out of an old movie, a long shot down a missile silo or something. He grinned, realizing how he couldn’t wait for it to lift off and he more or less leapt forward. His hands were on either side of Sean, and his eyes looked down into the face. He saw the look, the desire, as he reached down to hold onto the thick missile.

He held it as he lowered his ass, wedging the head between his own cheeks. He felt it press up, felt the excitement too. He couldn’t believe how anxious he was to take it, so much that he didn’t care how much it was about to hurt. Smiling, he forced his body to sink down. He forced himself to drive his whole body down, sending Sean’s hard cock deep into his insides in one swoop. He didn’t let it work its way in, he just sat down, feeling it slice through his muscles, making him cry out as it surged inwards.

His whole body shook, his heart began to race, and his vision grew dizzy as he felt the huge cock fill and stretch his very insides. Every muscle inside of him screamed out in agony, his nerves were raw and begging him to slow down, but his need for the cock was too great. He gritted his teeth, taking it all and as his buttocks felt the sticky flesh of Sean’s sweat soaked legs, he twisted himself around, making the cock turn and twist inside. He cried out, feeling the air leave his lungs. Dean was panting as he rested for a second, then began to move his lower body back up, but he didn’t get far before he was once more pushing down.

He grunted and groaned, each thrust making him sweat harder than before. His lungs ached, his whole body was trembling as he used his insides to stroke Sean’s cock. He could feel it tremble, feel it quiver as he continued to slide up and down on it. It hurt, ad yet it felt so good too. He felt the sweat dripping off his forehead, off his face and from under his arms. He felt his body growing hotter with each thrust, each press of that cock into his innards.

Sean was moaning too, his hands holding Dean’s hips as he helped guide him up and down on his cock. The fingers were dug deep into the flesh, touching his bone as they held him steady. Sean’s hips would push up to meet Dean’s downward push. The two bodies would slap hard with each movement, and Sean was moaning constantly. He was crying out, saying ‘yes, oh yes’ over and over again as his cock was ploughing hard into Dean’s rectum.

He felt Sean stiffen, then hold him up. He looked down, and he knew. In a second he got up and was laying flat on his stomach. Dean felt Sean crawl over him, and he felt his legs being pushed apart, and felt Sean move in closer. There was no mistaking the hard cock as it was wedged back between his cheeks, slid down to his aching hole, and as before, was shoved quickly inside. Dean cried out, his legs stiffened, as he felt his insides being stretched even further. He cried out, as the huge cock began to push in and out faster and faster.

His body shook, his legs were numb as his toes curled and grew painfully cramped. His breathing was ragged, as he felt Sean’s sweat pouring down across his upper back. Sean had his hands now on either side of Dean’s quivering body. The arms were fully extended, his upper body off of Dean’s body all together. The loud slap of Sean’s groin crushing into his buttocks, the searing pain that kept racing up from his rectum, made him cry out and moan.

Dean kept twisting his head from side to side. His hands were bunched into fists, as Sean drove his cock deeper with each thrust. He felt it, felt it touching the very back of his throat, or so he thought, as Sean pounded him harder and harder. He couldn’t hold on. The ache in his own groin was too much and then he heard Sean cry out, felt the huge cock trembling just as Sean pulled it out.

He heard the sound of plastic being ripped off flesh, then he felt Sean leaning up against him, grunting and groaning and he felt the swish of air, felt the heat too, as once more Sean let out a loud cry. Just as the cry echoed off the far wall, he felt the hard stinging splatter across his back. He heard the cries, heard the deep satisfying moan, as the hot cream splattered again and again on his trembling flesh. He heard Sean gasping for air, then he felt his weight crush onto him. The bed groaned as Sean collapsed on top of Dean’s trembling body.

Then Sean rolled over onto his back, and Dean rolled over to let his head rest in the crook of Sean’s arm. He felt exhausted, as he let his body turn and press into Sean’s. He reached down with his hand, to grab hold of his own throbbing cock, and he began to stroke it quickly. The ache in his groin needed to be satisfied as his hand flew up and down his shaft. Sean turned and looked into his eyes, and in that second, Dean felt his body surrender. He leaned further into Sean, letting his cock jerk back then fire forward.

His cum went flying out, landing across the shaking belly. He could feel it leave his cock, hear it splatter across Sean’s body and he saw it land, reflected in the eyes that stared at him. As the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock, he watched as Sean leaned over, and kissed him on the lips, then lean back, looking totally spent.

He felt his body cooling, as he curled up into Sean’s body. He might not have sold much stuff, but he felt like he had his best day ever, as he slowly fell asleep in Sean’s arms.

Parked

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Don was in his mid forties, and should have known better. He grimaced as he quickly flung open his apartment door, to head out to the parking garage. He followed the new tenant, the twenty something yuppie from across the hall. He acted like he was just going out, attempting to make like it was just chance that so too was Jay. Don had gotten his name from the super, when he had asked for his parking space in the complex underground parking.

He had to be nuts, he thought as he followed Jay admiring the young man’s firm buttocks, the way they so neatly filled the jeans. They swayed a little as he strode towards the elevator, where he knew Jay would go down to the parking level, just as he now was doing.

As the doors closed, they smiled at each other. It was the neighbourly thing to do, and he rather enjoyed those little moments, when he knew the smile was for him. Course he would have preferred it to be because of more than just sharing the ride down to the parking level. He had this fantasy, that it would one day be a smile, because of how good they had enjoyed each other in bed. It was just one of the many thoughts, that had somehow made him become rather unstable.

Least in his mind. After all who would go out and buy a damn car, just so he could have an excuse to ride the elevator with some stranger? No sane person would do that, even if the car had been a bargain. Hell, at moments, when he thought about it, he worried that he was becoming some lunatic stalker. The way he would stand by his apartment door, peeping out the little security peephole, waiting for Jay to open and head out.

You had to admit, that was definitely being obsessive, if not downright scary. Yet, he kept telling himself, it was all in the interest of romance, of ending his rather lonely little existence. Though if he was honest, he’d admit it was far from lonely, or boring even.

He wasn’t exactly ugly either. Don was just under six foot and had a well defined body that wasn’t yet showing his age. His weight was under 170 and while he didn’t work out or anything, he did do a lot of walking. Well okay, not lately, but until now he had. He would walk to work, to the grocery store or where ever he had to go. Buses were always available for when he was tired or had a lot of parcels, but that all changed when Jay moved in across the hall from him.

Maybe it was that he was tired of one nighter’s, or maybe he just had lost it? Don wasn’t too sure if it wasn’t more of the latter than anything. After all, he had been with many who were better looking than Jay. Yet there was something about him, that from the first moment he had lain eyes on him, that had him acting like a love sick teenager.

Jay was about his height, though a lot skinnier. He wasn’t a male version of Miss Twiggy but if he didn’t eat for a day or two, he might be. He had nice rich looking hair, that hung just above his shirt collar. It had a bit of a wave to it, at the ends. It was always washed, or so it seemed, and his face was like a sculpted marvel of beauty, captured at its peak.

There were no lines, no bags under the eyes. From what he had observed, Jay seemed to be a loner, and rarely came home late. Even on the weekends, he seemed like he was in his apartment long before the bars would close. One more sign of his obsession for the guy, he was a regular at the bars on the weekends. Most nights he would help close the place, but now he was home before midnight, just so he could look out his peephole for a minute’s worth of gazing.

It was stupid, crazy even he thought, as he watched the numbers above slowly make their way down, towards the main floor, then to the parking level. He sighed, knowing that the longest part of his time with Jay would soon end. He hated that part, but it was a highlight of his time too. Don found that he would take little signs, and build a whole story up in his mind, about how they would suddenly talk, suddenly realize they were meant for each other, or some other fantasy.

His work had suffered a bit at the beginning too. Don was so enamored by Jay, he opted to wait for him to get up and leave for work, though at the time he didn’t realize Jay didn’t go out to work. It took him nearly two weeks, of being late, to finally find out that Jay was one of those computer geeks, who worked from home. Just his luck, which is also why he had purchased a car. It was the only way for him to share something with Jay.

As the elevator arrived at the lower level, he watched how Jay would suddenly lean forward. The way his chin would seem to jut out, and how his dark green eyes would suddenly sparkle. It was fun to watch, and he found himself dreaming often of those eyes, of them sparkling as they would look into his own. He was a dreamer. He also was good at observing. Don noticed the little details, like how Jay would place his hands against the wall of the elevator, spread his fingers out and then push off the tips of his fingers, to stand upright.

He noticed how when he would get in, unless someone else was in the elevator, or got in, how Jay would lean, his legs out a bit, his hips forward, showing off his crotch more than anything. It was fun to see, though a bit awkward for Don. While it was enjoyable to see that nice firm package, it also gave him an erection. He couldn’t help it, the notion of one day unwrapping that package was something he couldn’t shake from his thoughts. It was, after all, why he was in the elevator.

Don walked slowly behind Jay, watching his hips sway, enjoying the view of his buttocks as they made the way to their respective parking spots. It had cost him to get the one next to Jay, but he thought was well worth the cash he had given to the super. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view, knowing that this was definitely an unhealthy obsession. He could feel the lump in his pants, knowing that once more he’d get into the car, and then wait till Jay pulled out, so he could relieve his tension.

It was becoming harder and harder to just get in and drive off, for some unnecessary errand to the local grocery store. Hell, he was even thinking of following him briefly, but quickly discarded the idea. That would be a dead give away, and worse, could lead to some confrontation. It was the last thing he wanted, as he unlocked his car door. He had momentarily forgotten about Jay, but as he opened the door, he turned to take one last look at Jay.

His eyes bulged, as he realized Jay was not climbing into his car, but was instead on the other side, leaning back against the passenger door, just a few feet from him. The young man was staring hard at him, those green eyes boring directly at him.

He gulped, feeling guilty, and feeling trapped. It was like being a deer caught in the glare of headlights. He didn’t know what was happening, but the look in Jay’s face, told him he was busted. How, he wasn’t sure, but he could see it written all over the young man’s face.

‘You in a hurry?’

Don shook his head, unsure what was going to happen. It was really the first time the young man had spoken to him. He had mumbled ‘hi’ once or twice, but mostly had just nodded at him, acknowledging his presence.

‘Didn’t think so, so what you do after I leave, drive around the block? Go to the corner store? What?’

Sweat began to form on his forehead, as he just stood there feeling trapped. He looked around, wondering if he could make it to the complex entrance, before being caught by the younger man. He didn’t know why, but he knew he was caught out. Going over all he had done, he couldn’t find how.

‘I uh.. I don’t know what you mean. I am going to the store for some groceries, I didn’t know that was, uh, was a crime.’

Jay smiled and laughed a little as he just leaned there. He ran his hand down his stomach, as he stared at Don. The eyes continued to gaze at him, as the lips curled into a small grin. He wasn’t buying the words, Don could see, but what else was he to do? He couldn’t admit he was going nowhere, couldn’t admit that he had been stalking the younger man.

‘Too bad’

‘Huh?’

‘Too bad, not hard to grasp, is it?’

‘You saying you hoped I was uh, was following you?’

‘Depends, were you?’

Don swallowed hard, not sure what to say. He stared at Jay, seeing the eyes looking at him, just looking. Yet as he stared back, he thought he could see something in those sparkling eyes. It was almost like longing, like desire. It couldn’t be, but then again, it wasn’t like Jay was confronting him. Hell, he was leaning against his car, just like he leaned in the elevator.

It was like he wanted to show off his crotch. Don couldn’t help but lower his eyes, to see. The crotch was pushed out, the legs spread apart to add to the vision of that firm package. He licked his lips as he looked back up at Jay.

He saw the eyes grinning at him, a small curl around the young man’s lips as he had clearly seen him stare at his crotch. Don could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he wiped his brow, staring back at Jay, uncertain what to say, or admit to.

‘And if I was?’

‘If?’

‘Okay, yes, I was. Satisfied?’

Jay pulled himself upright. He no longer slouched against the car, but he had his hand down at his thigh, yet he continued to stare at Don. He made no move forward, no threatening stare either, but just looked, as if thinking. His eyes moved up and down, taking in all of Don’s shaking body, and then he smiled.

‘Why? You think I am queer or something? Got a thing for guys do you?’

Don could feel his body trembling. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. Yet the words weren’t said in a mean way, just a sort of off hand manner. The voice had not risen or gotten harsh sounding. It was all strange, as he just stared, not sure what to say.

‘Well? You into guys or what?’

Don merely nodded, not sure what was going to happen next. Would Jay suddenly turn on him, give him a thrashing? He knew he was not match for the younger man, though if push came to shove, he would give a good accounting of himself. He might be a few decades older, but he was in shape.

Jay appeared to look at him closer. His eyes seemed to be boring beyond his own eyes, digging deep into his soul. His heart was racing as Jay quietly looked him over. The smile on his lips faded, as he just stared. Don could feel his heart pounding, but the silence was deafening to him, as he waited for the first lunge, the first strike. He was certain of that, but then suddenly Jay relaxed.

His body leaned back against the car, as it had before. The legs were spread apart, and once more Don could see the crotch being pushed out. He couldn’t help but notice that it was a bit firmer than before, almost as if what it held was more aroused, more excited.

‘Like what you see?’

Don only nodded, as he stared back into Jay’s face. He watched as Jay moved his hand across from his thigh, and rubbed his own crotch. He could see the outline of a long object, as it was pushed across. His fear still held him in check, but he couldn’t help but lick his lips, wondering just how big it was, wondering too what would happen if he dared, but he knew he wouldn’t. He was caught, and knew it.

‘Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?’

‘What do you want me to say? That I like cock? That you have a nice package? What?’

Jay laughed, as he listened to the anger in Don’s voice.

‘You really think it’s nice, do you?’

‘Yes’

The sound startled him. His eyes bulged open as he saw the pants being opened. The sound was that of the top button being undone. Then he watched, amazed as the zipper was slowly slipped down. His eyes grew even wider as he saw the hand reach across, and spread open the jeans.

His mouth was dry as he felt his heart aching inside his chest. It was thundering, like it would jump out as he saw the pale blue shorts, then watched in amazement as the hand reached inside, and pulled out the long thick pole. He stared at it, feeling totally confused. The cock was not fully erect, and already it looked massive. He could see the pale skin, the darker veins that encircled the whole shaft.

‘I ain’t got all day.’

‘Huh? I uh.. well, uh, what?’

‘What? Shit, you been following me all this time, I thought you wanted this? If not, fine, I’ll put it back…’

‘NO, no, I just.. I mean.. this for real? I can.. I uh..’

‘Yeah, it’s real, besides, I am curious, never had a guy suck my dick.’

Wiping his hands on his pants, Don stepped closer, his eyes moving from the semi erect cock to Jay’s face. He was afraid it was a set up. He glanced around, making sure no one else was around. Looking up into Jay’s face, he realized that it was safe, that it wasn’t a trap to lure him closer. He came closer, his eyes never leaving Jay’s face other than to look at the cock. It was a big one, and he wasn’t what he’d call the best cock sucker around.

Still, he was living his fantasy. This is what he had wanted, to be able to touch, to taste that which he had only guessed at. It was bigger than he had thought, and it was uncut. He could see the head peeking out from under the foreskin.

Don was standing right in front of Jay. He took one more look into his face, then slowly let himself drop down to his knees. He stared at the uncut cock, as Jay leaned back more into the car. Licking his lips, he reached out with his one hand, seeing it shake as he touched the young man’s thigh. He felt the body quiver as he touched him, then shake a little as he pushed the pants open even more.

Glancing up, he saw Jay staring off into the parking area. He wasn’t even looking down, but he could see his body tense as he reached out, and took hold of the cock, by the root. He felt the body shudder, yet the head remained staring off, not looking down.

Licking his lips, he slowly let his fingers wrap around the shaft. He felt the warmth, felt the blood as it flowed along under the flesh. His eyes now moved down, to stare at the head as it slowly poked out. He let his head move forward, his tongue flicked out, as he kissed the head, dead centre. He felt the reaction, felt the body rear back a little, then relax as he licked around the top of the head, watching as it slowly grow larger. It was coming out, the foreskin growing taut as Jay began to get aroused.

His own body was aching, and with his other hand, he adjusted his own fully erect cock. It was nothing compared to the beauty he held in his hand. He could feel the blood now, feel the veins thickening as blood began to flow faster to them. He leaned forward, his breath blowing across the hardening cock. Don breathed in deeply, smelling that man scent that made him swoon a little. His own heart pounded as he took one more look upwards.

Jay was still staring off in the distance, but his one hand was now under his shirt, rubbing his belly. Don could see the golden flesh as he turned back towards the cock that he held. It had thickened and gotten even warmer, as he leaned inwards more. His tongue flicked out, tasting that head juice, which made him gag just a bit, until he ignored it.

He ran his tongue across the head and around it. He tasted the hot flesh, and the small drop of precum that came from the pee slit. He let it roll around in his mouth before swallowing it, then once more concentrated on licking the cock. He let his tongue lick down under the head, along the taut flesh and the bulging vein.

Don licked as far down as he could, and he heard the soft moan coming from above. He felt a hand suddenly reach down, and twist at his hair, then push his head down, pushing his face hard into the soft belly. He breathed in that scent, holding it deep in his lungs and memory. He sighed, as he licked at the pubic hairs, at the side of the hard cock that was wedged next to his cheek.

He pulled back, his hand now gripping the pole hard. His fingers stroked it hard and pushed the taut flesh back over the throbbing head. He then held it tightly as he opened his mouth, and slowly wrapped his lips around the head. He heard the groan, felt the body shiver, as he moved his head forward, gradually taking the cock into his mouth.

His hands let go of the cock to grab hold of the young man’s hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh and held tight, as he moved his head down the long throbbing cock. His mind was reeling, the pain in his own groin intense, as he sucked on the cock, while moving down towards the groin. His body shook as he felt the pleasure inside of his own body. His eyes were shut tight, as he moved up and down the throbbing pole. It was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he continued to suck on the cock.

The hands on his head became stronger. The tips digging into his scalp as they guided his head, urging him on. He felt his own body shaking, as he listened to the groans become louder, closer together. His own moans were muted by the thick pole going in and out of his mouth at increasing speed. His teeth grated across the skin, making the cock shake, making the young man quiver.

He felt the muscles in Jay’s thighs tighten. Felt the body stiffen, as he sucked hard on the throbbing cock. He took it all, deep into his throat. It made him gag each time the head would strike at the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He was sucking Jay’s cock.

The head was jerking, he felt it bang the side of his throat, then the other, then he felt it rear back. From above his head, he heard a gurgling cry, and he knew that Jay was about to cum. He struggled to relax his throat, to let it take it all. His fingers held the young man’s body in its grasp, as the first stream of Jay’s youthful milk came flooding out.

The cry of pleasure echoed in his ears as his throat felt the splash of hot cum against its sides. He swallowed, even before the first load had been totally released. His body shook, as he took that thick stream of milk, felt it come back up as he tried to swallow again, and again. Desperate, he let his fingers dig deeper, as he tried to hold the bucking young man’s body from falling on top of him.

The loud cries suddenly ended, and were replaced by soft moaning whimpers as the body bucked a few times. He held on, as the last of Jay’s cum dribbled out and into his mouth. He licked at the head, feeling it tremble as he swallowed the last of the cum. His lips were caked by it, and he leaned back, his hands still holding tightly to Jay’s thighs. He stared at the softening cock, amazed at how much cum it had spewed down his throat. He could still taste it, as he leaned on his haunches.

The hands on his head slowly let go, and finally Don looked up, to see the young man’s face. This time he was looking down, a strange glow across his face. The eyes were sparkling as if they would explode. He watched as Jay licked his lips, then slowly pulled himself upright.

He still knelt there, as he watched Jay stuff his cock back into his shorts. The hands trembled a bit, as they zipped up and buttoned up. It was all over as he slowly let himself stand up, to once more stare at Jay. He saw nothing to show whether he had enjoyed it or not. Jay’s face looked void of any emotion, as Don took a step back.

Don watched at Jay moved away, to go around to the driver’s side of his car. He looked on as the man opened the door, and began to climb inside. Just before he disappeared inside, he stared over at Don, and spoke in a soft tone.

‘Don’t follow me anymore. I am not into guys.’

Don nodded, feeling rather dejected as the young man disappeared into the car. He was about to turn and head back upstairs, when he saw the passenger side window roll down. He crouched down, looking in to see Jay leaning over and staring over at him.

‘I never been sucked off that good before, uh… see you around, okay?’

With a smile that threatened to crack his face, Don nodded and watched as Jay backed out and left. He waved at the disappearing car, and heard an answering honk. He wondered when he would get another taste of Jay’s cock, and also how much he could get for his car, seeing as how he no longer needed it.