Smell the Flowers

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, not too hot, and a small little breeze was blowing as John strolled along the shaded pathway. He was impressed by the assorted collection of flowers and shrubs that were visible along the pathway. It was definitely a marvel to see, at how a worn out rock quarry had been turned into such a botanical display. No wonder the place was world famous, as he continued to stroll casually along the pathway, enjoying the scenery and not just the flowers.

The instant he had passed through the gates, paid his admission fee he had been struck by the tall young man who was off to one side, looking at the large display map of paths. He was tall, at least six foot but wasn’t skinny or overweight either. Perfectly proportioned in fact, looking natural, not out of some gym routine or workout regiment. It was his hair though that made him look, and become intrigued by the young man. It was nearly white in color, and hung down just around his collar. It covered his ears, barely, and had a natural looking wave to it that just made it shimmer in the sun’s rays.

At a guess, he had to say that the young man was maybe 20, at best. Hopefully no younger than 18, but whatever his age, he was a doll. His face was lean, matched his body really. His arms were long, and had a faint fuzziness from his light hair that was tanned a nice shade of gold. It all looked so natural, that when the young man moved off, to follow a chosen path, John couldn’t help but follow along. The way his body just seemed to flow, as he walked gave him a bit of a rush, and as he snapped several pictures, he couldn’t help but grab a few secretly of the young man.

He wore a regular short sleeved t-shirt that only accentuated his well defined torso, and unlike many his age, he wore ordinary jeans that fit him well. They weren’t overly baggy or tight either, but they certainly highlighted his upper body. John hadn’t gotten a good look at the front, but who cared, after watching those firm butt cheeks sway as he walked. They fit the jeans perfectly, were well held in place by the jeans, and you could sort of just see the edge of his underwear legs near the bottom. The small little ridge was evident, if you looked close enough, which John couldn’t help but do.

The young man seemed alone, as John followed the path he took. He would stop at various spots, lean on the rails to gaze at the display, even snapped a few pictures, which further grabbed John’s interest. Unlike many his age, he seemed in no hurry to traverse the route, and stopped several times to just look at the displays. His body was amazing as he would lean on the rails, and you could see how muscular he was. The arms made the shirt sleeves bulge a little, and his thighs seemed to naturally fill the jeans and even stretch them a little.

There were a few other tourists around, but it wasn’t crowded. In some spots, he actually felt like they were alone. It was a bit of a surprise but one he enjoyed. For an odd reason, he didn’t feel like sharing the young man, who seemed oblivious to anything and everyone. He just kept a slow pace, walking and stopping at whatever seemed to grab his interest.

Several times, John wished he would be that interest, and once or twice he thought he caught the young man looking in his direction, though he tried to play it nonchalant. Still, he felt a strange attraction, that only seemed to grow as they moved along the winding paths. Eventually they came to this small little outcropping. You could go the one way, that seemed the wider and more travelled, or the other than past under a huge tree, was considerably narrower and even darker. It was totally in shade, and as they approached, John hoped that the young man would choose the latter.

As they approached, he saw the man stop and stare. He looked at the little brochure map that he carried, looked up and around then headed towards the smaller, darker route. John felt his heart skip a beat as he followed, enjoying the sudden silence that seemed to envelop him as he passed under the huge tree. The wind could be heard among the branches, the sound of birds off in a distance echoed as he walked through, the sun glimmering in spots, hidden by the huge trees that now lined the pathway.

It was considerably cooler as he took his little jacket off, and flung it over his shoulder as he continued to follow the path. He had lost sight of the young man, but as he turned a corner, he saw the man, leaning on a rail. It was a breath taking view and then he saw the surroundings, adding to the feelings inside. He had come out into a clearing, to see a huge lake surrounded by amazing flowers, in various shades. Trees formed the backdrop and the sun was beaming down glistening off the water.

He couldn’t help it, but had to stop and snap a few pictures, grabbing one of the young man leaning over the rail. It was a perfect shot, he thought when he noticed the young man turn to look at him. John felt like he had seen a revelation, or something like that. The young man was smiling, his teeth clearly showing in the light. It lit up his whole face, the small crinkles around the eyes only adding to his good looks.

John stood there, stunned as the young man spoke to him, and asked if he’d take a picture of him, with his camera, of him standing there. It was like listening to a choir, the voice was so musical and had a lilt to it he didn’t recognize. It made his heart actually race a little as he quickly agreed, and as he reached out to take the offered camera, his fingers touched the young man’s fingers.

He almost jumped, from the strange jolt that he felt. It truly was like being hit by a shot of electricity. His nerves were suddenly jangling inside, his heart racing and even his breathing became a little bit more rapid, as he took the camera, and listened to the young man’s instructions on how to snap the picture. It was an amazing few seconds, because the voice was so rich and casual, so arousing. John couldn’t help but feel excited, as he lifted the camera up and stared at the image of the young man in the center of the little viewing window. He also couldn’t help but notice that the young man had one hell of a nice looking package. It was his first real glimpse at the young man’s front, and it was even more amazing, more arousing, than his rear had been.

Swallowing hard, he managed to take several snapshots, wishing he could use his own camera. To have those kind of pictures, of a perfect specimen would make his trip complete. Course he wished he could see more, and before realizing it, he had asked if the young man would mind, if he took some of his own pictures, of him standing in front of the lake.

He was surprised to hear himself ask, even more surprised as the young man seemed to blush. It gave him such an innocent look, such a fresh aura that he felt his own body shake a little. When he agreed, it was like being given the key to the city, and he quickly pulled his own camera out, and lined up the shot. John licked his lips, as he stared through his own viewfinder, at the tall young man. His body just seemed to shimmer, as he snapped several pictures, noticing how well his chest stretched the light blue t-shirt.

The last shot however, he nearly lost it. He was certain that the tell tale lump in the pants had moved, even grown a bit larger as he had snapped the pictures. It was almost as if the young man was excited by the whole situation, again making him swallow hard. It was impossible, but he could dream, he thought. Lowering the camera he found the young man looking at him, with a small grin on his face, the eyes twinkling like they had a secret to tell.

It really was amazing, as they stood there, just staring at each other. There was hardly any other sounds, but nature, and finally the young man introduced himself, holding his hand out to shake John’s. He felt his own nervousness, as he reached out instinctively for the offered hand, wiping his palms on his own thigh, knowing how he was suddenly perspiring.

After introducing himself, he was suddenly engaged in a conversation with Christian. He learned that he was from Northern Alberta, a place called High Prairie, and that was actually 22 years old. He worked on the oil rigs near Swan Hills, and was down here on vacation to visit an old friend he had met up there. It was how he said ‘friend’ that made John look a little bit more at Christian. It was almost as if he meant lover, and it surprised him.

He wasn’t used to such an obvious hint, and as they turned to stare back at the glistening lake, both of them leaning on the rail, John could smell his cologne. It was so fresh, so casual that he couldn’t help but take a deep breath, just to enjoy it more. As he did, he turned to see Christian staring at him, the eyes looking deeply into his face. He felt a bit uneasy, as suddenly he said the name of the cologne he was wearing.

It was a shock, as John realized he hadn’t been all that discreet about it. It must of shown on his face, as suddenly Christian just laughed, telling him it was okay, he got a lot of that at times. The words were said softly, invitingly even that only made John blush, which brought another laugh from Christian.

Before he could even stutter out some excuse, Christian was rambling on about how it was nice to not smell oil, sweaty men around him, but instead to breathe in the fresh air of nature. To smell the flowers, their perfume that gave him a warm feeling inside. As he listened, he couldn’t help but feel more attracted to Christian, as he let the young man put him at ease. It was all so casual, so easy for him, as he talked and John just listened, occasionally offered a few words, here and there.

In short order they were walking together, along the path, talking and pointing out various parts of the scenery. It was almost like they were on a date, each trying to show the other amazing displays of nature. John was mesmerized by the ease at which Christian seemed to be, walking close to him and on occasion touching his shoulder, as he saw something John had missed.

Each time Christian touched him, John felt his body shiver, quiver to the excitement of the touch. He tried to conceal it, but he knew that Christian noticed it. Yet he said nothing, acted oblivious to it, as they walked along the narrow path, shaded for the most part, until they came to small little bridge. They crossed over, and stood in a deeply indented grove of trees. The sun was blocked out and off to one side, was a small opening or pathway. Unlike the one’s they were on, it was unpaved.

Christian stopped, and stared at John, then he smiled and looked back at the opening. John saw the eyes, the glimmer in them and his heart began to race. It wasn’t possible, he thought but as Christian moved towards the nearly hidden entrance, he followed him. His heart seemed to be in his throat as they pushed aside a branch to walk into a small dark clearing. Off to one side was a wooden bench, and around them was nothing but trees and small wild flowers. Further on, the path seemed to be winding down, and Christian smiled again, as he suddenly sat down on the wooden bench.

He sat there, his arms spread out on either side, resting on the top of the bench. He was seated in the middle, and his legs were suddenly spread apart. John couldn’t help but feel his eyes being dragged to stare at the spread open crotch. They bulged as he noticed the very large lump, and he licked his own lips, as he brought his eyes up to stare at Christian’s face.

It was amazing, as the young man kept his gaze on John’s face. The eyes seemed to have little lights inside, dancing and flickering as he just sat there, daring John to seek more than what was being shown. He couldn’t believe it as he watched the young man smiling at him, then look down from John’s face, to stare at his own crotch, then over at John’s crotch before once more moving up to look him directly in the face.

John could feel himself sweating, feel the tiny drops dripping off his forehead, as he saw Christian lick his lips, then stare once more at his crotch, once more at John’s groin, then back to John’s face. His eyes said it all, and without even realizing it, he moved a step or two closer, his hands clenching and unclenching as he felt his eyes once more move from Christian’s face, to the young man’s crotch. He could see the bulge, see the outline of something off to one side, as the legs moved apart even more.

He looked up, licked his lips, as he stared at the dancing lights in the young man’s face. The sound of a button being opened, startled him, and broke his concentration. He saw that one of Christian’s hands had left the bench top, and he followed the long arm to see it resting at the waist. He saw that the jeans were open at the top and looking back up, he saw the arm once more resting on the top of the bench.

The eyes said it all, as John found himself on his knees, his head staring at the opened pants. The zipper was still up but the legs were inviting him in, and as he glanced up he saw the head nod slightly. His hands moved up, to touch the young man, who smiled down at him. John felt his body quiver, as his hand moved lightly across the bulging crotch. He could feel the hard lump inside, and he stared at the crotch, watching his hands move along the warm fabric. He swallowed hard, licked his lips, as he looked up to see the affirming smile across the handsome face.

His fingers were stiff, as they moved up and slowly worked at unzipping the pants. His eyes bulged open as he saw the bright red of the man’s shorts come into view. He pushed the pants open, to see a long hard pole stretching the thin red shorts. His eyes followed the huge pole to see it edging upwards, and just by the far side, at the waistband, he saw the fiery purple head poking up.

Christian was hard as a rock, as he let his fingers run lightly across the throbbing pole. He could feel it tremble as he ran his fingers across the hard pole, up to the top. A small bit of precum was at the top, and John felt his heart quicken its beat as he ran his fingers down now. He heard a soft little whimper, a moan really and looked up to see a glazed look cross Christian’s face. He smiled as he bent his head down, to watch his fingers move down and then under, lightly caressing the cock, then the full balls underneath. He heard the sharp intake of breath from above, as he bent forward, letting his lips brush up against the cock shaft.

He kissed the hot pole, felt it quiver, as he slowly wrapped his lips around the enclosed cock. The taste of the cloth and the smell of the young man made John’s head swoon as he let his mouth move up until he felt the hot flesh of the head. His tongue flicked out and eagerly swallowed the oozing precum, then he reached up, and pulled the shorts down a little.

The hard cock sprung out from its confinement, as he stared at it, his hand around the base of the shaft. It was a thick throbbing cock, and he thought he could see the vein underneath pulse as the blood rushed through. His heart was suddenly racing, and he felt the sweat dripping off his face like a raging river. He even saw drops splatter across the turned down fabric, staining them with its moisture. His eyes were wide open, as he placed his hands onto either side of the cock.

His fingers felt the hot flesh of Christian’s thighs, the muscles rolling under his hands. He let the fingers dig into the hard flesh, feeling the body shaking a little, as he lowered his head. His lips touched the head, and he kissed it lightly, across the slit, then on either side. Christian began to moan, and his hands now rested on John’s head. He felt the fingers digging at his hair, twisting strands of it around themselves, and pushing down.

He felt his eyes closing, as they stared once more time at the long pole and the rather heavy bush of light colored pubic hair. He breathed in deeply, smelling the fragrance of the young man mingling with the sweet scent of the flowers nearby. He let his head be guided down by the firm pressure of Christian’s hands, as his mouth touched the hot cock head. He felt the cock tremble, as his lips opened slightly, to envelop the throbbing head, then slide down the long pole. He heard the groan, the sigh, as he moved his head down and down, until his nose was pressing into the soft flesh between the groin and thigh.

Breathing in deeply, all he could smell now was Christian’s body. He felt his lungs ache, his own body tremble, as he cock was taken deep into his throat. Slowly he began to move up and off the throbbing pole, feeling it tremble even more. Then just as he held the head between his lips, he licked at the head, then twisted his head around, to lick at the tender flesh just under the cock head.

Christian cried out, muttering ‘yes, yes… oh yes, yes…’ which echoed far off in John’s head. His head was spinning as he began to lick at the throbbing pole, his one hand clutching the base, his other digging deep into the thighs. He licked it all, then the balls, taking each one into his mouth, sucking on it deeply, then letting it loose, as he moved from one to the other then back again.

He couldn’t stand it himself, as he heard Christian moan. He felt his head move up, and once more he guided the cock into his mouth, tasting the young man fully as he dove down, taking it all in one swoop. He felt the head jerk, felt the hands on his head grow firmer. His body was shaking as he moved up and down on the throbbing pole. He could feel it growing, becoming even harder if possible. The cries from above made him relax his throat even more, as shortly the head jerked back, then reared forward, banging hard against the side of his throat.

John felt the torrent as it came out. His whole body was shaking as Christian suddenly arched his body upwards, driving his cock even deeper down John’s throat. The cock shot forward, faster than the escaping milk. He felt the hot milk flooding his throat, swallowing quickly as the cock dug deep down into his throat.

He heard the cry, felt the hands twist and pull at his hair, as the young man came. His milk made him gag once, before he could swallow more. The aroma was intense, as he felt his own body shaking, felt Christian’s legs growing taut like bands of steel, as the cock drove deep and shot load after load of its precious milk.

He felt the hot sticky cum dribble from the corner’s of his mouth, as the young man’s cries finally began to quieten down. The hands suddenly were limp and released his hair and head. The legs grew soft, the muscles exhausted as the last of the cum dribbled out of the softening cock. He swallowed that too, sucking the very last drops out, then he leaned back, totally exhausted.

John finally looked up, to see Christian’s heaving chest. His body was still trembling, shaking from its wild explosion, Then the eyes slowly opened, and a warm huge smile began to cross his face, as he looked down at John. His face was aglow, and John felt drained, as he slowly stood up. Christian moved over, giving him a place to sit, which he more or less fell into. He leaned back on the bench, and turned his head to Christian.

The young man reached out, and wiped a drop or two of his cum from John’s mouth, then leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

‘My motel is just a few blocks from here.’

John just nodded, smiling at Christian.

The Video Store

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

As Ted walked through the curtain to the back room, he could feel several eyes on him, making him feel uncomfortable. Hell, he knew he should have get on going, and simply gone online and used one of those pay per view services. Least he’d not feel like the whole world was staring at him, passing judgment on the dirty old man. Not that he was that old, least in mind. So he was middle aged, big deal. Didn’t mean he was suddenly not interested in sex.

Inside the curtain he noticed that a couple of people turned to see who had come inside. Once again, he had that icky feeling, as if he was somehow unclean. He managed to not look at anyone, as he slowly made his way down the aisles towards the back area, which is where the Gay Videos were located. Making his way down, he heard one girl snicker to her boyfriend, who just seemed to nod. He wouldn’t look at Ted, which suited him just fine.

It was very uncomfortable, as he also notice someone else near the back. His back was to him, and he could look without drawing attention to himself. The guy had to be just 18, given how slight his body was. He was hunched over, looking at some video package, and Ted noticed he had long stringy hair, bit on the greasy side, but still rather attractive. More girlish in look he thought, as he moved towards the shelf, to see what was available.

Above each rack of covers was a warning, that only those 18 or older were allowed, and that you were directed to place the cover in the black bags provided, and not simply take the video cover uncovered to be filled. He grinned, wondering what some of those outside would do or say, if they saw these videos. The covers, to say the least, were rather explicit, yet he really didn’t see too many that appealed to him. He was into twinks, and the selection was a bit weak.

Again, he thought about just turning around and leaving. He could always get something at the Pay Per View site he frequented. They always had new stuff, and the selection would fill a lot more than this dinky room, let alone two shelves. As he thought about it, he felt the young man looking at him, and he decided to hell with it, and turned to look.

His heart did a few skips, as he saw the young man’s face. It was one of those dream faces. Long dark eyelashes, covering the most expressive eyes he had ever seen. A sort of green tint to them that just seemed full of life. The nose was perfect, not a blemish on the face either as well as the most perfect pair of thin pale lips he had ever seen. They looked so kissable, that he felt himself licking his own lips.

The mere thought had also given him a bit of a boner too, and he couldn’t help but notice the young man was actually checking him out. His longish hair flowed over his shoulders, and he tossed his head back, as he smiled at Ted. That was almost too much, and his semi hard cock became fully erect. He couldn’t help it, as the guy was an absolute perfect specimen of what he enjoyed.

Ted smiled back, unsure if the young man was just being friendly, or if perhaps there was a bit more to it. He did notice him put back a video cover, that was certainly in his line. Seeing the cover, he had to remark, which got him another of those killer smiles. He almost fainted, as it was like seeing the sudden burst of sun over a dark horizon, just like in the early mornings over the Ocean.

It didn’t him long to find out that the young man was 19, that he had lived in the city all his life, but was thinking of moving off to anywhere, that was a bit more tolerant of his preferences in sex. Funny how he had put it, and Ted could understand. Despite all his years as an out gay man, he still found it hard to be totally comfortable among his straight friends and co-workers.

He also found out that his name was Merek, which definitely was rather sexy sounding. Seemed his family was actually from the old Czechoslovakia. It was amazing at how much they just talked, and to be honest, he was feeling rather smitten by the young man. He didn’t seem to be on the make, so when he offered him a ride home, it just seemed totally natural. First though, he had to find something to take home, or the tongues would really be wagging in the front of the store.

He grabbed an old Bel Ami video, Pretty Boy, which he had already seen, but hell, at least it was something worth seeing a second time around. Course he was rather thinking that perhaps he wouldn’t need a video tonight, or if he did, he’d have company watching it.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, it became obvious that Merek was not going to be adverse to joining him in watching the Video. Thankfully he had picked one that was decent. It would certainly help set the mood, though he rather suspected it wasn’t needed. The young man was not just friendly, but he kept smiling at Ted, that always got a rather interesting result from his heart. It would skip a beat or two, and as they drove along, he knew that tonight would not be dull.

Normally, when he managed to find someone to take home, it was purely business with them. The talk was rather stilted and never of anything important, so it was refreshing to listen to Merek talk. He was not shy, and as they got closer to Ted’s home, he seemed to become even more talkative. He talked about his family, about how boring things were at home, and how he hated living in a place where he couldn’t just be who he wanted.

He talked about sex, about how so few his own age would admit to enjoying it, to even wanting it. Merek made no bones about it, he liked cock, and for the last few blocks, had sidled up closer to Ted. His leg was touching Ted’s and with every glance at Merek, he saw that smile, those perfect white teeth glistening, beckoning even. Ted was a veteran in these things, yet he felt totally disarmed by Merek’s enthusiasm. It was rather a nice feeling for a change, as he drove up his driveway, and parked his car.

It was your typical ranch style home. Neat and rather ordinary really, except for the television and music set up. Ted had indulged himself, and had the state of the art system hooked up. It was naturally a wide screen plasma television, with a fairly good home sound system attached. What made it seem even more special was that it was also hooked up to his computer, one more of Ted’s extravagances.

Merek was beside himself as he took it all in, and for several minutes Ted enjoyed playing the role of tour guide. It was also rather erotic, to be showing this handsome young man all his playthings. He also said all the right things, encouraging Ted to expand on his discourse, that added to his pleasure. He was already feeling that no matter the price, Merek was already well worth it. His marvel at the computer, and the smile he gave Ted when Ted said they could surf later, after the video was enough to once more, nearly make Ted shoot his load.

When he asked Merek if he’d like a drink, he was surprised to be asked for a glass of milk. This definitely wasn’t your typical hustler, he thought, as he obliged him with a tall glass. Just watching him drink it was entertaining, as it seemed that young Merek was full of life. He was obviously in a state of euphoria and for a minute or two he wondered if he could be on something, but then he quickly discarded the notion. No drug could induce this kind of natural exuberance, so he just settled back and enjoyed it.

Ted set up the DVD into his player, and settled back on the chesterfield with Merek, to watch the Bel Ami movie. It was the time he figured, to find out just what tonight was going to cost him. He wasn’t all that good at bringing up the topic of money, and after several futile attempts, he finally asked him straight out.

For several seconds, he felt confused by Merek’s reaction. There was a certain clouding of his eyes, and his face became rather forlorn looking, even downright sad. He didn’t know what to do, as he waited for the answer, which when it came, only made him feel ashamed of himself.

‘I don’t do it for money’ was all he said, in a rather soft hurt sounding voice, that seemed genuine. In fact, as he looked at Merek, he saw the eyes welling up in tears, which made him even more ashamed. He felt like an ass, and out of instinct, he reached over and pulled the young man close to him, telling him how sorry he was over and over again.

His head nestled in the crook of his arm, while the muted opening music played in the background. He could feel the small little heaves as Merek struggled to regain his composure. The press of his body against his only added to his arousal as well. He couldn’t help it, the kid was something he had never really experienced before. It wasn’t that he was ugly, nor was it that he had never gotten lucky without having to reach into his pocket book. It was simply that no one like Merek seemed to be in his reach, which made it all the more unbelievable, as he tried to comfort the young man.

Finally he managed to assure him that he wasn’t trying to be mean, or that Merek struck him as a hustler even. It was like he was talking to a youngster, and he found himself caressing the young man’s hair, while he rested in the crook of Ted’s arm. Even as Ted began the movie, Merek seemed content to just lean into him, his head on Ted’s shoulder.

He could smell his scent, which kept him looking from the television to Merek. Ted loved his Bel Ami and the various young men in it, but for the first time he felt distracted. With Merek in his arms, he felt like the video was just something making noise. The parade of young naked men on the screen seemed pale in comparison to the handsome man nestled in his arms. He tried to tell Merek that, and at first it didn’t seem like he comprehended what Ted was saying, then it was almost like a lightning bolt had hit.

His eyes suddenly were once more alive, glistening as they peered up into Ted’s own worried face. The smile was there, the face no longer looked pale and disheartened. Then, to his utter amazement, Merek leaned up and kissed him firmly on the mouth. The touch of the thin pale lips on his own, made his entire body tremble. He shook as he felt the warm moist lips on his own and he closed his eyes, bending his face down, to continue the kiss.

Merek wrapped his arms around his chest, and under Ted’s own arms. He snuggled in closer, as he opened his lips, letting Ted snake his tongue inwards. He tasted the freshness of the young man’s mouth, and played a game of tag with Merek’s own tongue. He felt its raspy edge, and smoothness too. He tasted him, as suddenly he felt Merek nibble on his lower lip. Then once more they held each other close, and while he could feel his whole body quivering, he was also able to notice that Merek’s body also trembled.

It felt like he too was aroused, and then he felt the hand moving down his side, reaching across to rub across his chest and down his stomach. The hand was firm, and yet it felt so light, so erotic, that he whimpered a little, taken aback by Merek’s touch. He felt Merek move his head down and begin to kiss at Ted’s neck. His lips would move down, kissing him and making his body quiver. The pleasurable sensations were non stop in his body. They kept rolling up and down, making his nerves tingle as the young man began to explore more and more of Ted’s middle aged body. He marveled at Ted’s chest, at how firm his stomach was even, feeling the muscle beneath as he reached in under Ted’s shirt.

Then the hand moved down, and in a sudden daring move, Ted felt his throbbing cock pole grabbed and held tightly between Merek’s fingers. He felt his body groan, as the hand squeezed him hard, then rub over the throbbing pole. He sighed, even groaned a little, as Merek popped his pant button, and pulled his zipper down.

The hand moved inside of the pants quickly, before he even could register what was happening. He felt the fingers probing his pole, and then press hard against the erect penis. The fingers took hold and ran along the entire shaft, then up and over to push inside of the shorts, to reach slowly and with determination, his cock. Ted could hear himself panting, but also feel the hot breath of Merek’s own shallow breath on his stomach.

Merek seemed to only get more animated, and suddenly Ted felt his pants and underwear being pulled down his legs, to expose his aroused manhood to Merek. Opening his eyes, he stared at the long hair that covered his groin. He cried out, as he felt the flick of the young man’s tongue on his cock head, then all along the shaft of his trembling pole. He felt his toes arching in his shoes, and he felt his head falling back against the chesterfield. Merek’s head obscured his view, but he was having no trouble in feeling what was happening.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, as the young man reached under and pushed at his scrotum, forcing his already aching balls upwards. He moaned louder now, as Merek suddenly grabbed his cock at the base. His fingers were holding it hard, when he felt the warmth envelop the top of his cock. His eyes popped open, stared down at his groin where Merek was feeding himself with Ted’s hard cock. He felt himself shake, as the lips tightened around his already taut skin, and slowly slid down the long pole.

Ted wasn’t huge but he was above average. He watched and felt the growing warmth, as his cock was very slowly swallowed whole. He shivered, his body quivering as Merek’s tongue licked at the pulsing vein under his shaft. His balls were dangling, but aching as Merek began to slowly move back and forth along his cock. He was moaning as well, muffled by having Ted’s cock buried inside his mouth.

His eyes closed again, his head tilted back as his legs grew taut and cramped. His arms went rigid as he let the pleasure simply roll all over him. His legs were numb, his mind in a fog, as the blood rushed to his groin, and he felt his body arch upwards, driving his cock deeper into Merek’s throat. The gagging sound was only for a second, then he could hear him slurping, as he sucked hard on Ted’s cock. The head was moving faster, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

All that talk, all those smiles were rolling around in his mind, as the pleasure seemed never ending. His muscles released, his nerves were shot, as his whole body couldn’t contain itself any longer. He cried out, as he felt his balls sling upward. Every nerve seemed like it would explode as he felt his body shoot upwards, felt his cock drive hard and deep down into the open throat. His voice cried out, a muffled ‘yes’ coming from below, as he felt his cock rear back, then spring forward.

His cum flooded out and he heard the gurgling sound, heard the soft cough, then the hard sound of someone swallowing, and swallowing as it drank his cum. He heard himself panting, felt his chest heaving as he sank back into the cushions of his chesterfield, his eyes misted as he jerked, a final spasm. The last of his cum dribbled out, eagerly taken by the young mouth that still held his cock in its grip.

Finally the mouth let him go, and he opened his eyes, slowly letting the room’s light penetrate. His mind was still reeling, as he stared out and down. Merek was leaning back on the far side of the chesterfield, his own chest heaving as he stared back. The look on his face, was one of both satisfaction, as well as excitement. The music still played, and he turned to stare at the screen, to see the menu. Looking over at Merek, he smiled, feeling his breathing gradually returning to normal.

Merek turned to stare at the screen, then back at Ted. He smiled, as he stood up. He quickly took his shirt off, and dropped his own pants to the floor, stepping out of them. His underwear was those tight fitting boxer briefs and Ted couldn’t help but notice how tented they were. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the young man’s crotch, at what lay hidden just behind the thin fabric. Ted looked up as Merek stepped closer, then sat back down on the chesterfield, next to Ted. He leaned in, resting his head on the shoulder, shaking it a bit to get comfortable. Looking up, with those gleaming eyes, his smile was enough for Ted, who kicked his own pants and underwear off his legs, and wrapped his arm around the young man.

He hit the play button, as he felt Merek reach and lay his hand across Ted’s groin, the fingers lightly playing with the pubic hairs. Ted knew, that this would be a long video night, even if all he had was the one.

Deceptive Packaging

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Seth moved down the long empty aisles, his clipboard in one hand, the pen in the other. His dark brown eyes kept darting right and left as he spotted the large displays, checking them off on his clipboard. When he came to one that wasn’t on the list, he would quickly scribble the code down and move on. It was all part of the ritual that meant the end of the day.

He had been given the job, and while most of the crew didn’t object, one or two of the old timers weren’t pleased with some punk 21 year old being handed the manager’s job. He didn’t blame them, it wasn’t like he had years in the place like they had, but then too, he wasn’t a dolt either. He took his job seriously, and didn’t mind pitching in either.

Besides, he had spent most of his summers working here, doing what they did. Shifting boxes and crates back and forth, so it wasn’t like he just walked in and got the job. He had the bruises, the sore muscles that reminded him of how heavy some of those crates could be. He knew first hand how fucked up things could get, if the boss hadn’t organized things properly for the crew, which is why he took his time, checking and double checking the stacks of goods, waiting for the next day’s work.

Now he was the boss, it was his job to keep things moving smoothly, even if some were out to get him. Least that was his perception, though in all honesty, it was a bit paranoid. Okay, maybe some didn’t take kindly to his promotion, specially Brad, but fuck, he had earned it. Brad could get stuffed, which wouldn’t be a bad idea actually.

Seth had never gotten along with Brad. The guy had a big mouth, though in kindler moments, Seth wouldn’t mind feeling that mouth wrapped around his dick. That was part of his trouble too, as Brad came across as one fucking homophobic prick. The guy was a year older than him, same slight build and looks, but there it ended.

While he had gone to college, still was in college, Brad had left school in grade 10, and had been working here since, full time. He wasn’t stupid, just that his family needed the money, though Brad had long since moved out on his own. Brad never had a good word for anyone, and always seemed to resent it when others got ahead, while he still stayed doing the same job.

Seth tried to help, by throwing him chances at overtime, and stuff, but Brad never seemed willing to accept it, least not normally. Yet, lately he had, which had really surprised Seth. It was hard though, because he was always the one stuck remaining too, and having to listen to Brad bitch. It might not be so bad, if the guy wasn’t so fucking hot, he had thought. He also wished he’d lay off the queer bashing talk. It pissed him off, but the more he worked with the guy, the more attracted to him he was becoming.

Like that was going to work out, he thought as he moved down the long empty aisles, checking off the crates. To think of making a move on him would be a disaster. Yet at times Seth wasn’t so sure that such a move would necessarily be rejected. He was certain he had caught Brad checking him out, at even looking like he was thinking of what was hidden behind Seth’s jeans.

Hell, he thought about what might be in Brad’s shorts many times. It had given him some good jerk off fantasies too, but no way was he going to risk being found out, for someone like Brad. While the guy was built, had a great looking body and face, his attitude sucked. Mind you, even thinking of that, it sort of got him a bit hard. Seth grimaced a little, adjusting the nearly hard cock in his pants, as he continued to walk down the empty aisles.

He heard his name being called, and looked up. It was coming over from the freight elevator, where Brad was working on getting the morning’s goods ready for loading. Quickly he hurried over to find out what the commotion was about. He saw the bottleneck near the doors, and carefully navigated over the huge crates, thinking some of the smaller items may have fallen or worse.

Gritting his teeth, he rushed and found himself in a clearing, surrounded by huge crates. The fork lift was idling behind one, but no sign of Brad, as he called out to him. Looking at the stack of crates, he realized he was boxed in, unless he was to try and climb back up over the huge crate that he had come down off of.

Sighing, he turned to find a handhold, to boost himself up with, when the crate suddenly moved. He heard the engine of the forklift, and yelled out, thinking that he could get crushed between crates. He pounded on the wooden framed crate as it moved inwards, forcing him back. It stopped at last, and Seth realized he was totally boxed in now. It would be a scramble to get out, but was manageable.

The sound of work boots on wood echoed and he looked up to see Brad’s face peering down at him. He had a strange glint in his eyes, and a rather ominous smirk on his face. He put his hands on his hips and just stared at Seth. For a moment or two, Seth felt uneasy, not sure what was going on, though he was damn sure going to find out. Looking up at Brad, he told him to help him up, but Brad just glared down at him, refusing to move, or even speak.

The smirk seemed to grow too, as Seth told him to stop playing games, to help him up but he refused. He was getting angry and he moved towards one corner, to try and boost himself up. He was going to settle this feud once and for all, he thought as he reached up to grab hold of a slat.

Brad’s voice rang in his ears, as he was told to stop, or he’d move the crate in more. Seth looked up at him, fear in his eyes, as he realized he had been set up. Brad was looking odd, and he tried to reason with him, instead Brad just smiled that evil looking grin at him, until finally Seth demanded to know what the fuck he was playing at.

‘Nothing man, just want to see if you can get out, like you took my job away, think you can do that?’

‘Fuck man, move away, and I’ll climb up, we’ll talk and figure this out.’

‘Nope, not until I get what I want’

‘And that is what?’

‘I want to see you get out, the same way you got my job.’

‘Shit man, I didn’t take your job, I did my work, just like everyone else, I didn’t make the choices’

‘Yeah right, you got the old man to promote you, can’t blame you too much, he is a sucker for your type.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? My type? What is my type Brad, college kid? What?’

‘You know what I mean, I have seen how he looked at you, at how you looked at him, hell, I have seen how you have looked at me that way too.’

‘What the fuck are you babbling about? I don’t look at anyone any different than any other one does.’

‘Not like everyone, I ain’t stupid, I can tell.’

‘Tell what? Fuck, this isn’t funny Brad, tell me what it is you want, and let me the fuck out of here.’

‘That the way you want it? To play dumb? I ain’t stupid man, but hell, if that’s what you want.’

‘Brad, I haven’t a clue as to what you mean, now tell me what it is you want, and let me out.’

‘Fine, drop em’

‘Uh? Drop what? Quit playing games Brad, this isn’t funny’

‘Your pants smart ass, come on, strip and let’s see exactly what it is that the old man saw, shouldn’t be hard for you, bet you drop your britches every time some old geezer blinks in your direction, anything to get ahead.’

Seth just stared up at Brad. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but in looking at him, he realized Brad wasn’t joking. He was dead serious. He felt himself trembling as he looked up, hearing those words, knowing it wasn’t true, but that somehow Brad believed it. For now, he felt the panic, but tried to keep it in check, so he could get out of this.

‘Your wrong Brad, I don’t drop my pants for anyone, where you getting that crap from, now come on, let me out of here.’

Brad stared down, and spat. He aimed it away from Seth, but it was more of a statement than anything. He just moved closer to the edge, looking down with a weird look crossing his face every few seconds. Seth could also see a rather thick looking bulge in the man’s groin, which was odd. It was as if Brad was hard, and he felt stupid, thinking of that shit, while in this position. Still, Brad was right about one thing, he had checked him out.

‘I ain’t gonna wait all day, either you drop em, or this crate gets moved in more, and more until you do, or can’t. Get my meaning college boy?’

Seth felt the anger in each word spat out at him. He could see it in the guy’s eyes too, and yet there was more to this than that. Why the fuck would he want to see him naked, if he himself wasn’t some sort of closet case? It was giving him the shakes, because he could see that Brad meant what he had said. He would move the crate, and no way could he climb out with it moving.

They stared at each other, and then Brad began to turn away, as if to go back to move the crate. He knew that he would too, and he yelled up, agreeing as he unbuckled his belt. The sound making Brad return to the edge of the crate top, to stare down.

Quickly he undid the buckle and button, then forced the zipper down, and kicked off his boots. Standing there, he looked back up, to see the intent eyes watching his every movement. The lips were set tightly together, as he pushed his work pants down, showing his boxer shorts. He tossed them off his feet, unwilling to be restricted from moving by them.

‘All the way college boy’

Seth glared but he knew he had no other choice, as took hold of his boxer shorts, shoving them down his legs, and also kicking them off his feet. He felt himself start to blush too, as he realized that despite the situation, he was aroused. His cock was as hard as a rock, or so it felt as he leaned down, to take the shorts off his feet, to toss to one side.

Naked, he stood back up, and stared up at Brad. His eyes were angry as he stood there, naked with his cock sticking straight out.

‘Happy now? Now can I get out of here?’

Brad was staring at him, but his eyes were fixed on Seth’s erect cock. He could see the eyes flickering, and he watched as Brad even licked his thin pale lips. He just stood there, waiting for Brad to get enough of a look, so he could get out. It was becoming a bit chilly, and the situation was slowly making itself felt in his body too. He could feel his cock softening as he waited.

‘Jerk it off, just like you do for the old men, go on college boy, jerk it, let’s see you do your stuff.’

‘Fuck off Brad, I don’t jerk it off for anyone.’

‘No? They jerk it for you, is that how you work it?’

‘I don’t work it, no one jerks me off, I got my job because I am good at the job, not because of what you think.’

‘Bullshit, now jerk it.’

‘No, you want to see me cum? You come down here and jerk it yourself, I told you, I don’t do that.’

It was a gamble, but he thought if he could get him down there, he could overpower him. Least, he could stand a chance and then get out to call the cops. He’d be naked, but fuck, what else could he do? He stood there, defiant, and spread his legs a little. He also noticed his cock was hard again. Damn it was annoying, because the truth was, he was frightened but also rather aroused.

To have Brad staring at his cock, to even think of him jumping down to take it in his hands and jerk him off, was rather exciting. Stupid maybe, to goad him, but he didn’t think he had any other choice. While it was also arousing, it was dangerous too. Looking up, he could see Brad’s face growing taut, as he struggled with Seth’s suggestion.

It seemed like Brad made up his mind, and before he realized it, the guy had jumped down. He was up on his feet, grimacing as he backed up towards the crate. Brad’s face was twisted in pain, or so it seemed, as he leaned against the crate. His breathing was labored, as he stood there, glaring. Yet even with that angry look, Seth couldn’t help but notice how his eyes would always move down to stare at his crotch, as his throbbing cock. They would only look for a second or two, but they kept going back, as if drawn to it.

‘Come on, you wanted to see me cum, you chickening out now? Come on, here’s my dick, go on, jerk it.’

‘I can’t’

‘All talk, aren’t you Brad, come on, here it is, you want to see it spurt, go on, take it in your hand, it’s what you want, go on’

‘I twisted my ankle, maybe broke it, it fucking hurts, or else I’d show you what I want.’

The words were spoken like gunshots. Each one clipped and barked out, and Seth felt the man’s pain, and then he realized, he had him. He could grab his clothes, and climb out and get the cops. There was nothing Brad could do now, and he looked down, to see he wasn’t even resting his one foot on the cement floor.

Seth moved to pick up his shorts. He bent over to slide one leg into the opening, and noticed how Brad was looking at him. Suddenly he felt rather sorry for the guy, and then noticed once more how full the guy’s package looked. Looking up, he saw the eyes, and finally recognized the hidden look. It was one of hunger, of yearning and in that one glance, Seth realized that Brad was nothing but an actor. He wasn’t homophobic, it was his way to hide who he was, to keep attention away.

He dropped his shorts, and stood there, unsure what to do. The guy had threatened him, had humiliated him too, and yet he felt strangely sorry for him. The idea of hitting him square in the face was still in his thoughts, but other thoughts were there too, as he saw him grimace, and look away from Seth.

‘Your leg, it hurting a lot?’

‘Yes, make you happy?’

‘No, no it doesn’t Brad, look, lower yourself onto the floor. Stretch out so there is no weight on it.’

‘Why? So you can stomp on it some as you climb over me?’

‘No, so I can see if its broken, before I get help.’

Brad glared for a minute, then his whole face suddenly changed to one of defeat. He could see the lips tremble, as slowly he lowered himself to the floor. His back rested against the crate as Seth walked over to him, standing in front of Brad’s feet. He couldn’t help but see how the guy stared at his cock. It was a bit pitiful, he thought, as he bent over to check out the foot.

He ran his hand along the lower leg, then lightly over the ankle. Brad grimaced but Seth didn’t feel anything broken. More than likely the force of him jumping down had merely twisted the ankle. Sitting on his haunch, he looked over at Brad.

‘Don’t think you broke it, a nasty sprain and it’ll swell like a balloon, unless we get some ice on it.’

‘You can tell the Cops to bring some when you call them.’

‘Cops? I uh, no, no Brad, I think we’ll just forget about all this, it ain’t worth the shit calling the Cops would create.’

‘Huh? You aren’t, I mean… why?’

‘Good question, I suppose because I think we both know, I didn’t get this job the way you said, and I think that well, I think maybe you uh.. oh hell Brad, let’s just forget it, okay? I didn’t get hurt, scared shitless, and you twisted your ankle, so let’s uh, let’s just forget it.’

‘I can’t, I mean, I guess I did know, it is just.. oh fuck, what’s the use. You fucking drive me nuts, the way you dress, those tight pants, and yeah, okay, I know you didn’t. I just.. I mean, I am stupid, I know it, I never did good in school, hell never got along with anyone there either, I know, I just… fuck I…’

Seth could see it in his eyes, and he moved forward, and crouched back down onto his legs, as he kneeled close to Brad. He could see the pain, but also the sadness too. There was so many different emotions flashing across Brad’s face that he felt like a heel. One part of him wanted to just slap him silly, for putting him through all this, then the other part wanted him to reach out and take his cock. Maybe he was just as fucked up as Brad?

‘You are Gay too, right?’

Brad suddenly went very tense. His body stiffened as he turned his face and looked into Seth’s eyes. There was a strange connection between them, as Brad just nodded. It was like a signal of defeat, which wasn’t how it should be. He felt Brad’s dejection and he couldn’t help himself. He reached out with his one hand, and brushed away the lock of hair that hung over the man’s face. He could see the dark eyes, the look, and he felt himself falling for him.

Despite all that had happened, his anger was somehow gone. He leaned inwards, and lightly brushed his lips over Brad’s forehead, giving him a soft kiss. Then he pulled back to see the face contorting, twisting as it struggled with the emotions. Then he felt Brad’s arms reach up, and encircle him, pulling him down closer. He felt the man’s lips crush into his own, and for a second he felt his breath rush out, as Brad kissed him hard on the lips.

The hands pulling him down, then began to move across and down his side. Holding him tightly as his tongue poked past Seth’s lips, digging into his mouth, to swirl and flirt with his own tongue. He felt the hot breath in his own mouth, as Brad suddenly was totally different. He wasn’t the loud mouthed fag basher, but a soul suddenly released of its hidden secret. He was stunned for several minutes, as they embraced and kissed.

Then Brad leaned over a bit, and began to caress Seth’s body, and they broke apart. Seth saw how Brad’s eyes moved right to stare at his erect cock. Damn, once more his body had made that leap, long before his mind could accept it. Somehow, he was no longer in danger, his body was instead aroused by Brad, forgetting all that had gone on.

He leaned inwards, sliding up too, and let his hard cock rest up against Brad’s upper thigh. He felt the sudden surge of electricity that seemed to pass between them both. He took hold of Brad’s head, and tilted it up to stare at. He smiled, and leaned forward to kiss the head, then he guided it down, watching as Brad slid his own body down, until his head was just above Seth’s groin.

Seth  let his head tilt back, and he closed his eyes as he thought he had to be living in a dream. He thought about pinching himself, to wake up from this nightmare now dream, but he knew it was real, as he arched his body inwards. He let his cock brush up more and then reached down to grip his own cock. He felt it throb as he held it outwards, and directed it towards Brad’s face.

Brad slowly lowered his head, until Seth could feel his hot breath on his pulsing cock. The blood in his body was suddenly rushing towards his cock, as he felt that first hesitant touch of Brad’s lips on the head of his cock. It made him tremble as Brad slowly lowered his face over his cock. The lips slowly sliding down the pole, holding it in his mouth.

He groaned as Brad’s face moved down to poke into the soft belly, and he felt the edge of his teeth, as he began to move his head back up, tasting all of his quivering pole. It was more than he had thought, as his body shuddered. The adrenalin from earlier, mixed with the sensations coming from his groin. It was too much for him, as he placed his hands on Brad’s head, holding it on his cock, refusing to let him take it off totally. He kept urging it on, his body aching as he began to match the in and out motion of Brad’s head.

His hips would meet the inward motion, sending his cock deeper into the willing mouth. As Brad pulled back, Seth’s body would pull back, and on it went for several minutes. Each time the motion would go faster, each time he thought his cock couldn’t go any deeper into Brad’s mouth, but it did. His whole body was shuddering, his legs began to grow taut, to even go numb. Seth felt his head getting dizzy, as his hips continued to push out, to drive his throbbing cock.

He bit his lip, then began to moan as he heard the slurping sounds coming from his crotch. He felt Brad’s tongue as it licked the pulsating vein under his shaft. The lips held him tightly as he felt his balls ache and sling upwards. The sounds, the musky smell of sweat, all joined together to make his head swim. He was dizzy as he cried out, feeling his body surrendering to the moment. Brad’s hands moved around his gyrating hips, digging into his flesh, as they tried to hold him, while he bucked. The sounds of being sucked grew louder, then muffled as he cried out one last time. His voice, his scream echoed in the empty warehouse, as he shot his hips forward.

It was hard as he heard the gurgling sound, felt the back of Brad’s throat as his body exploded. The head backed off a bit, but quickly moved back down, taking even more of his body. He thought briefly that his whole groin would be swallowed, as Brad’s nose dug into his flesh, between his groin and thigh. The mouth was tight, and he could feel Brad’s throat filling and swallowing faster and faster. He cried out, heard a muffled moan, almost whimper, as he pulled hard on Brad’s head, while thrusting his body forward as hard as he could.

Seth felt his whole body shaking, as the last of his cum dribbled into Brad’s mouth. He was gasping for air, as he rolled away from Brad, pulling his cock out and just panting. He heard the shallow breathing and turned his face, to see Brad laying there, his eyes glazed over as he stared upwards, his chest heaving. Small drops of cum were drying on the corners of his mouth, and some was even on his chin, as he lay there, panting just like Seth was. His body was also quivering and finally he turned his face towards Seth, the eyes warm and inviting.

It gave Seth a strange little jolt, as he stared at the man who had lured him into what could have been a dangerous trap. Instead of feeling angry, he felt relieved, and wanting to know more. His own eyes reflected his feelings, as Brad let one hand fall across Seth’s heaving chest.

He didn’t need any words to know what Brad was thinking, nor did Brad. They just stared at each other, knowing that what had just happened, was far from over. As they lay there, slowly recovering, Seth looked down to see Brad’s crotch, a large wet spot to one side of the zipper. He smiled at Brad, who looked down at his own crotch, smiled back.  Seth merely smiled, waiting for his breathing to return to normal, his body already gearing up for more, just as Brad’s body was.