Daddy & Twink

Stories dealing with older men and twinks, males aged 18 to 22

17Dec

Along the Garden Path (4)

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (4)

mugsfootworshipIt was an impressive walk to Mr. Willow’s room. The halls were so wide, so richly adorned, that he felt like he was in some Palace. The myriad of portraits that hung at regular intervals, the deep rich look of the wood, all combined to create a rather impressive setting.

Entering the room was no different. Double doors opened into a large expanse, that was more like a fancy ballroom, with a sitting area. The sleeping area was discreetly off to one end, but it was the warmth of the place, that impressed Jesse.

Unlike Mr. Willow’s home, this room seemed more suited to him. It wasn’t filled with fancy delicate trinkets, but with more substantial goods. The sitting area, had two large oversized armchairs, arranged so that one could sit, and enjoy the view of those seated on the couch. At the same time, they’d be able to still enjoy the fireplace, that dominated the wall.

The room really had a much more comfortable feel to it, than any of the rooms back at the house. It was simply laid out, yet you felt at ease, now overly taken by its richness. It suited the older man, who took a seat in one of the big armchairs, indicating Jesse to take a seat on the couch.

There was no rush, no pressure to move to more physical closeness, which suited Jesse. It gave him a time to relax, to let his body recharge. He knew he would need to keep his wits about him, to not let his own needs, desires, take control again, as it had down in the Solarium. The odd twinkle in the older man’s eyes told Jesse, that he knew exactly what Jesse was thinking.

In some ways, it felt assuring, as well as a bit creepy. It had to be some spiritual connection, because really he didn’t know the man that well. Hell, they had barely spoken, until the moment in the kitchen, then out by the tree. Yet it was as if they could read each other’s thoughts, know what the other wanted, without the need of words.

He settled back into the soft couch, enjoying the odd sip of Cognac that Mr. Willows had given him. They just talked, about a wide range of topics, always skirting the sex, and yet not really. He knew he wanted the older man, knew he wanted to take him & please him in ways he would appreciate.

Not like some of his dates with guys his own age, or bit younger, but like how one would appreciate a fine wine. Just as he was doing with the aged Cognac. To smell it, enjoying its fragrance, as it wove its way up his nostrils, to warm his very insides. To then gently sip at it, just enough to wet his lips, to allow a small amount to trickle in, to coat his mouth and make its way down his throat.

That was how he wanted to enjoy the older man. To gently savour him, his scent, his feel, and then to slowly bring him to that ultimate point of orgasm, to let it simmer, then slowly fall back, so he could once more enjoy the whole package, that was the whole man. Jesse knew he was odd, for guys his age, because to him, sex wasn’t just shooting his load. He liked to enjoy getting there, to the point where it was beyond control, to where the pain of not cumming was intense. It made the eventual orgasm more intense, as well as last a whole lot longer.

Most of the guys his age, or younger, didn’t appreciate that. They didn’t get it, that just sitting and talking could be arousing, that looking at a person fully clothed, could be all part of the sex. To steal glances at the rising and falling lump in the crotch, were all part of building up to that final moment.

It didn’t take rocket science either, to talk with someone, to find out their tastes, their likes, not about sex, but about life. All that made one comfortable, at ease, which made the sex even more pleasurable. He loved to just sit and talk, as they were doing. Sure it added some spice, when they would mention things that could have a secondary, or sexual overtone to it, but all that did, was make him hornier. How could that be bad?

Jesse found that Mr. Willows was very versed in a lot of things. From current events, to the delicate balance of plants placed in a bed. He seemed so knowledgeable, that it surprised him, making him like the man even more. How his eyes would light up when he voiced an opinion of this politician, or that one. How he could get to the meat of an issue, such as why so much of mainstream religion opposed change.

He had no idea how long they talked, only that he was impressed by the man’s knowledge. He also was impressed by how his voice made him tingle, how it seemed to make him shiver in anticipation. It was no surprise when he found himself sitting next to him, nor was it a surprise when the man let his hand touch his upraised knee.

They talked, for what seemed a minute, but had been a lot longer. Time seemed to have simply vanished, leaving them in a sort of timeless space. They talked, with passion, about what mattered to them, shared their thoughts, until he felt himself leaning forward, to run the back of his hand across the rather thin side of the man’s face. He could feel his strength, despite the looseness of the flesh, yet it gave him a thrill, to touch him that way.

The feelings were obviously returned, as the man’s eyes seemed to just explode. They were like bright shining super nova’s as his own weathered hand lightly caressed Jesse’s face. How those eyes sparkled as the fingers moved across Jesse’s full lips, feeling the tiny cracks in the flesh, making them actually tremble.

He didn’t let himself fall for it a second time, as he smiled, and returned the favour. How good it felt, to feel the man’s body suck itself inwards, as his own fingers moved down and under the chin, then up and around to play with the man’s ear lobe. Jesse leaned inwards, giving the man a small kiss on the cheek, then letting his tongue lick upwards towards the ear.

Jesse let his tongue caress the skin, just behind the ear lobe, then up against it, until it was swirling around the outer inside band of the ear itself. Then suddenly he pushed inwards harder, his hand moving up the quivering thigh, while his tongue buried itself deep into the ear canal, licking at the man. His hand rubbing the thigh, moving ever so slightly across the skin, towards the man’s crotch.

The intake of breath made him change direction, as he let his hand move up the rising & falling chest, to circle the older man’s Pecs. He could feel him as he sucked in the air, to fill his lungs, feel the rush as he exhaled. All the time he let his tongue lick and dart in and out of the man’s ear, then around it, to move downwards, licking at the back of his neck.

Jesse kept his eyes closed, as his head moved downwards, as his tongue continue to lick at the older man’s skin, down his neck. His hands moved up and under the shirt, as he managed to undo the buttons. The touch of his finger tips against the man’s warm skin, made his heart skip a beat or two.

He could feel the excitement inside, yet he managed to keep it in check. No way was he going to let the man have his way with him a second time. This time it was his turn, to show him how much he enjoyed the company, how much he cared. The way his hands moved, slowly at first, then quickening their pace, then again, going slowly over the chest, had its effect on the man.

His chest continued to rise and fall quicker, with each caress, with each flick of his tongue, that now moved to the front, to tease one nipple, then slide across to administer to the other nipple. He hears him sucking in his breath, felt the beat of his heart, as he moved slowly across, always moving down.

The plan was simple, as he licked and kissed the man’s flesh. He could feel the small wiry hairs under his lips, taste them, as his hands moved from one spot to another. To caress the nipple he had just licked, to twist the other he had just nibbled on, to then tease it even more by the soft caress of his finger tip. Jesse heard the man moan, felt how his own hands gripped at Jesse’s bare shoulder.

His hand moved down, under the man’s waistband, to grab at his penis, to suddenly reach down & take it firmly in his grasp. Mr. Willows moaned louder, the fingers dug deep into Jesse’s flesh, as he felt the hard cock pulse. He smiled to himself, enjoying the touch of his hand around the rather amble sized shaft. It surprised him a bit, as his hand wrapped around, to feel it so hard, so thick.

A quick pull up, made him realize it was also fairly lengthy, and its thickness didn’t seem to diminish either as his hand moved up and over the pulsing cock head. The palm of his hand moved over the head, feeling the wetness of precum, that he quickly smeared and pushed down as he brought his hand back to the base of the penis.

He could feel his own chest aching, as he let his hand twist around the base, then move back upwards. The sound of the man panting made him realize he had done it just right. The older man had amazing stamina, as his own hands now moved down his back, to try and force him off balance, to get his younger body to lean further over the man’s body. It was a good trick, but at 28 he was more fit, and resisted the pressure, knowing exactly what the man wanted.

Jesse’s hand moved up, the last of the precum smearing up along the lower belly, making the muscles beneath tremble a bit. He sighed, as he heard the panting breath gradually ease, as he let his face move down, to kiss at the small little tuft of hair down the center of the man’s chest. He licked at it, then lightly ran his fingers over it, feeling the matted hairs bristle.

He stood up, and let his hand stretch outwards to Mr. Willows, who took it and together they slowly walked over to the far end of the room, where the massive four poster bed stood. Jesse walked with his head next to the man’s shoulder, his arm around his waist, as they stopped half way, and kissed briefly, full on the lips. Jesse felt his body tremble, as they embraced, answered by the shaking of the man’s body next to his own.

He let the man to the side of the bed, who couldn’t stop staring at Jesse, as he undressed the few clothes he had on. Jesse didn’t know how or when the older man had managed to remove his shoes, pants, and shirt, but then he didn’t recall how his own shirt was undone, or his own pants opened. He stood there, watching the older man climb up onto the bed, until he was in the center of it.

There was a bit of a paunch to him, that he hadn’t noticed before, or felt. Yet the man was fairly trim, and you could see the muscles stiffen. The way his legs looked old, leathery, but still the muscles stood out around the thighs. How hard they looked, like bands of steel wound up tight.

Then there was the biceps, that seemed to pulse a bit, and his chest continued to heave, as Jesse examined his whole body, with his eyes. The distant fire made for some interesting shadows on the dark wall, that added to the ambience of the moment. He breathed in deeply, as he let his eyes move down, towards Mr. Willows crotch.

Jesse felt his breath sucking in, as he stared at the hard thick pole that was standing up from the center of the man’s crotch. It was big, bigger than he had imagined, and yet it had a sort of small curve to it. He felt his body shudder, as his eyes focused on the organ, seeing the veins that were wrapped around it, how they pulsed as the blood flowed through.

He saw how the cock swayed, how it seemed to be sniffing the air around it, as if looking for something. Jesse felt his own cock stiffen, as if the two were sending out secret signals, or maybe like two vessels, sending out sonar signals, to find where the other was. His body shook a little, as he looked up to see Mr. Willows staring at him. His eyes were so bright, so brilliantly shining, that it made him bite his lower lip.

The man wasn’t what you would call attractive, and yet in many ways, he was. Just like the statue of David wasn’t exactly special, yet when you stared at it, you felt something special, that made it more attractive. Mr. Willows was like that, the way his face shone, how his eyes seemed to be so full of life, only added to his looks.

There was nothing special about him, from the silver hair, to the leathery skin, and yet Jesse couldn’t help but feel like he was in the presence of someone very special. His body shook, as he reached down, to open his pants even more, exposing more of his boxer shorts. There was no mistaking how the eyes were drawn to his crotch. The way they seemed to just focus directly at him.

Jesse felt the rush of blood to his cock, wondering what it was about the man, that made him so damn horny. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get his shorts off, just in time to shoot his load. He didn’t want that to happen, as he let his eyes move downwards, breaking the spell.

His hands moved slowly, as he shoved his shorts down, to let his own dick come free. There was the sound of air being sucked in, which gave him some pleasure. His body arched a bit, his hips pushing a little forward, showing off his hard dick. It felt good, to feel the man’s appreciation of his body. That too, was something most of his age didn’t show, that they were excited by the whole package, not just the dick.

With Mr. Willows, you could see it in his eyes, in how his whole body stiffen, as each piece of his body was fully exposed to his view. Everything seemed to make him twitch, to make him stiffen. That was real appreciation, as he bend down, to remove his socks. Standing fully upright, he could see the way the man looked at him, how much he wanted him.

Instead of moving off to the side, he climbed up on the huge bed, from the foot. He moved forward, so that the older man’s legs were on either side. Jesse rested on his knees, and looked at the man, slowly letting his hands rest on the ankles of the older man’s feet. He was certain he could feel a sort of vibration, as the man’s body trembled from his touch.

Reaching down, he let one of the feet curl around, to rest on his lap. The man’s long toes were resting over his crotch, pushing his erect cock down. He could feel the blood rushing, feel the toes twitching, as he lightly ran his hand up the man’s foot, and around it.

Shifting his weight a bit, he managed to let his hard cock graze across the sole of the man’s foot, which trembled to its touch. He heard him sigh, a soft little whisper of pleasure. Jesse moved his hand over the foot, his finger tracing a soft outline over the foot, then across the toes, and below them. They wiggled, as he brought his head down, pulling up on the foot at the same time.

His tongue flicked out, to lightly pass over the top of the toes, brushing at the small little tufts of hair, feeling them sway, feel the foot tremble, as he let his tongue move all across, then back. As it came back, he lowered his eyes, to stare at the big toe, and then it was buried in his mouth. His lips wrapped around it, tasting a bit of sweat, but also smelling a soft hint of perfume, from soap or body wash.

He breathed in deeply, as he moved his mouth down, so it engulfed the entire toe. He could feel it wiggling inside, as his tongue flicked at it, tasting it. His body stiffened as he felt the tremor racing up from the toe, to go up the older man’s leg, toward his heart. He could feel it travelling up, feel it making the man quicken his heart beat. Feel it tighten the man’s chest, as it moved through his body.

It was like his body knew what to do, before his mind could even think of it. His mouth let go of the toe, his tongue licking at the leathery skin, then moved upwards, across the shaking foot, up past the ankle. His body shuffled in closer, as the other leg now moved around, and he could feel the toes up against his buttocks, pressing against the soft flesh, as he moved up. His buttock was upraised a bit, and the foot moved up and between, to caress at his full balls. It made him moan, as tried to ignore the pleasure it gave him.

He wanted to take his time, but his body had other thoughts. His whole body shook, as he moved up and between the older man’s legs. His hair was brushing the man’s balls, as his tongue licked at the hairy legs, as he let his tongue play at the skin under the knee. Mr. Willows was moaning constantly now, as he licked at the inner thigh, as his hands moved up and along the thigh, then across to once more touch the man’s groin.

Jesse could smell him, the testosterone, the mixture of a real man and his cologne, that only made his body quiver even more. He felt the press of his balls, felt their fullness, as he let his head push aside the man’s throbbing pole, so he could lick at the sac. His teeth nibbled at them, tasting the tough skin, before he opened his mouth, to gather first one, then the other, inside his mouth.

The skin was vibrating, as he swallowed them both, his tongue flicking and pushing at the skin, making the testicles move around. The older man was already moaning, which became louder, as Jesse licked at that spot under the scrotum. How the man seemed to quiver, as Jesse moved his hands around, and lifted up at the man’s legs.

Shifting his body, he managed to get the man’s legs up and over his shoulders, which allowed him full access to the man’s lower body. He licked his lips, then began to kiss at the upraised cheeks, at the soft flesh that shook to his touch. Then his tongue moved towards the soft valley between, making Mr. Willows groan and twist a bit. His hands held the man tighter, as he let his tongue drag down the valley, towards the man’s pink hole.

He wanted to make it last, but his own body was forcing him to go faster. His mouth pushed between the upraised cheeks, his nose pushing into the warm flesh of the cheeks. The tongue licked hard between the cheeks, pressing down on the tender flesh of the little valley, until it came to the hole. Jesse felt the muscles tighten, felt the body quivering, as his tongue circled the pink hole.

For a brief moment, the tongue moved around, circling the outer edges of the hole, teasing it, making it quiver, then it drove deep inside, pushing aside the muscle in one quick motion. He heard the cry, felt the man’s whole body shake, quiver, and stiffen. His tongue went deep inside, licking at the man’s insides.

In and out it went, pushing and licking. It was hard to hold the man’s buttocks, from the wild gyrations of his lower body. Mr. Willows was moaning, groaning, all at once, while Jesse kept driving his tongue in and out, then up along the tender valley, before diving back into the quivering hole. The words barely registered but his body seemed to understand, as he quickly pulled his face from between the spread cheeks.

One hand quickly moved forward, taking hold of the older man’s penis. His fingers wrapped tightly around the thick shaft, while his head moved up and over the hard pole. His lips pressed up against the hot cock head, and were just pulling in the head, when Jesse felt it rear back. He heard the cry, felt it echo in the large room, as the cock head shot forward.

The gush of hot sticky cum filled his whole mouth and throat in an instant. He felt his head pull back a little, then swallow. Then he let his lips widen a bit, taking all of the throbbing cock inside. The head banged up against the roof of his mouth, as more of the man’s cream flowed out, even as his first load was just moving down his throat.

Jesse felt the cum dripping out from the corner’s of his mouth, as he swallowed again, then again. He didn’t want to let any go to waste, but there was so much, he couldn’t help but miss some. The force of the man’s second spurt nearly pushed his head back, as it struck the very back of his mouth. Almost gagging, he shifted his body a bit, taking an even stronger grip on the shooting pole.

Feeling the older man’s hips rise up, he felt the hard cock push up against the back of his throat, as a third spurt of hot cum filled his mouth. It was less than the first two, but he still had trouble swallowing it all, as his own body began to tremble, wishing it too could release its precious load of man milk.

Gagging just a bit, he felt the hips sinking down, but then he realized, that his own head, was being pushed down, by the older man’s hands. He realized too, just how strong they were, as he tried to pull back a bit, unable to. Then, as the hips sunk down onto the bed, he felt the quick uplift, the quick jerk of the cock in his mouth, as the fourth and final load of cream was released.

Unlike the others, the force was weak, but it was still thick and tasty, as he eagerly swallowed it, enjoying every drop that slid down his throat. How hot it was, how tasty it was, with a mix of sweetness and saltiness he had never tasted before. Jesse could feel the race of his heart, as he swallowed a few more times, enjoying all of the hot milk.

The hands on his head, slid off, and he could hear the panting breath of the older man. His head pulled back, his lips coated with drying cum, as was his chin. Looking upwards, he saw the glassy eyed look in Mr. Willow’s eyes, saw the way his lips were a bit twisted, a small drop of blood on the lower lip. He realized the man had bitten into it, as the force of his orgasm had taken hold of him.

The legs were spread apart, the muscles still twitching from their release. Jesse had never seen such a complete picture of a satisfied man, and yet as the eyes cleared up, he knew that the night was far from being over. There was that growing glint in them, and the twitching body slowly began to relax, the cock a bit softer, but no way fully deflated yet. It was like, it had merely expelled some extra fluid. The balls looked a bit leaner, but still looked like they had amble fluid remaining.

Leaning back on his haunches, he couldn’t help but feel a bit amazed. The man was 72 for God’s sake, and yet he had the stamina of a bull in its prime. There was no mistaking the gleam, the obvious desire for more, in that grin, that beamed down at him. He couldn’t believe it, as even his own younger body, seemed exhausted already.

‘Be a good lad, and go brink our glasses over, I think we could use a bit of drink, before moving on.’

He almost laughed, knowing that it was just an excuse for the older man to give them both an excuse to relax, to get ready for the next phase of their fun. Getting off the bed, and turning to walk back to the sitting area of the room, he couldn’t help but feel the man’s eyes on him. There was no doubt, of him watching his naked body walking away, which only made his cock jerk a bit. Already it was once more rising, readying itself for more fun.

Jesse couldn’t help but smile, feeling very satisfied with his performance so far. It was a tie, one to one, as he knew the old man had tried to not cum, but had failed in holding back, just as he had when on the chair in the Solarium. He felt his body quiver, thinking of just what would be next.

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Be honest, don’t you really prefer to take your time, to enjoy all your partner has to offer, when having sex? I mean who wants to simply get off, and go to sleep or get dressed and go watch television?

Sex Novelties

10Dec

Along the Garden Path (3)

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Blake MasonJesse couldn’t help but feel a tingling inside, as he looked up at Mr. Willows. The gleam in his eyes, the hunger he obviously had, was all there, just like before, but with a new found urgency, as if time was slipping away. He could see the desire, see the soft glow around the leathery face, how his jaw was just a bit ajar, his lips dry from anxiety, from age.

It was obvious the man was older, and yet in looking up at him, he felt a strange attraction, a strange desire to please this man. The surrounding were certainly unique for him, and the various scents of the different flowers were intoxicating, but nothing like smelling them, with a hint of the older man’s cologne among their various fragrances.

He wanted to do it, to please him, and without even realizing it, his one hand was already gently rubbing himself, just lightly but hard enough to move the stiff cock inside of his pants. Just fast enough to attract the older man’s eyes.

Jesse broke off the eye contact, his head swivelling around to stare at the surroundings, to see if they were truly alone. He also looked to see how far off the entrance was, to gauge how much time he would have, if someone was to interrupt. As he looked around, his body continued to ache, to distract him, yet he didn’t want this time to be interrupted. For a moment he wanted to suggest they head up to Mr. Willows room, or somewhere more safe, when the man spoke.

It was as if he had read his mind, as he spoke softly, informing him no one would interrupt, that he had ‘taken care of that’ whatever that meant. Yet in some way, the words were enough for him to stop his nervous head twisting, and once more he was staring up at the older man, who hadn’t moved an inch.

There was no mistaking his military bearing either, as he stood there, rock solid in his stance, in his gaze. The hands were at his sides, the crease in his pants showing, and unmoving too. It was all rather impressive to see, as his hand moved up his chest, to run across his upper chest.

Jesse felt the fingers pass over his nipples, feeling them tingle, as his eyes stared intently at Mr. Willows. There was no mistaking how his eyes were following every move of his hand, taking it all in. He let the hand move down and then under his shirt. Closing his eyes, he let his head lean backwards, to rest firmly against the warm leather of the huge chair. His heart was beating loudly, but he could hear Mr. Willow’s breathing.

Moving his hand, he slowly let the shirt expose his skin, sensing the older man’s excitement, as the fingers pulled the material up. Jesse heard the sharp intake of breath, heard the little gasp of pleasure, as he moved the shirt up and over his head, and then, lightly let it fall to the floor.

Leaning hard into the back of the chair, he let his mind wander, let his hands take charge. His own nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply, making his chest rise and fall. The muscles inside were all tingling, as the one hand now moved across his bare skin, the fingers prodding at one nipple, then another. He could hear the sharp intake of air, from nearby, but he ignored them, as his body took charge of his mind.

The beating of his heart echoed in his ears, as the one hand moved to caress his upper body. The other hand now reached inside his pants, to push and prod at his hard cock. He let it tantalize the older man, and when he felt the button on his pants snap, he didn’t stop for a second. The sudden opening of his pants, only made his hand move a bit faster, buried deep inside his shorts.

Jesse could hear the man, hear his own heart, as the scent of Mr. Willow’s cologne became much stronger. It was now the prominent smell, as his hand moved down to his belly, to rub at the coiled muscles beneath. The other hand lightly running along the hard pole.

In the back of his mind, he could feel his pants being pulled down, out of the way. He didn’t let it distract him, as he continued to stroke his massive cock. How good it felt, to feel the warm grasp of his hand, as he let a soft moan escape from his lips. Free of his pants, he let his legs spread open further.

The warmth of the room, of the moment, made tiny beads of sweat pop out on his forehead, slowly trickle down the side. His body tensed, as he felt a soft touch around his temple, as another hand touched him lightly. He felt himself quiver, as the soft touch of that other hand, lightly moved down the side of his face, tracing his jaw line.

Jesse could feel the tips of the two fingers, as they moved down the side of his face, to rest under his chin. He let his eyes flutter, but not open, as the fingers pulsed. It was all so sensual, so erotic, that he could feel the pulse in his own body quicken. His lungs hurt, as he held his breath longer, as the ache in his groin grew. The hand tightened its hold, as it moved up and down the fully engorged pole.

He licked his lower lip, as the fingers moved down underneath, caressing his throat, running around the popping of his Adam’s apple. He swallowed hard, as the finger moved along his bare shoulder, then down, to lightly twist the small tufts of hair under his arm. He felt himself quiver, felt the gentle shudder rolling through his whole body, as the finger moved down his upper chest. His legs pushed outwards, and off to either side, opening his groin even more.

Jesse felt the moistness between his buttocks, felt the way the cheeks were clenching and unclenching. He could feel the throb of his cock, as he tried to breath, as the other hand moved down his side, towards his hip.

His hand stopped stroking and moved up and out from under his shorts. He was feeling very hot, as if in a steam room. His body shook, as he breathed in deeply, letting his arms drop to the side, as the gentle tug on his shorts made him lift his groin up off the chair.

The feel of warm air across his groin, the way his legs were pushed together by the downward slide of his underwear made him suck in his breath. He could feel his dick sticking up, free form any restraints. There was no mistaking the grasp either, that came from nearby, as his cock was exposed to anyone nearby. For a brief moment he felt a bit hesitant, about being naked in a public room, but he trusted the older man.

As he felt his underwear slide off his feet, he automatically let his legs once more open wider, to either side. His hands now moved down to rest on his thighs, then one moved across his belly as he let his hips push upwards a bit, then settle down into the soft leather.

Jesse could feel his flesh sticking to the leather, feel the warmth across his buttocks, as he settled his rear into the seat cushion. His body was leaning back when he felt a small jolt, and suddenly felt his whole body going backwards. The chair was a recliner, and he felt the bottom pad bang into his lower calves, raising his feet up off the floor.

He let his head tilt back, felt his hips sway a bit, side to side, as he let his body get accustomed to its new position. Jesse felt the excitement in the air, felt the tension in his body, as he reached down, and let his balls fall forward, the hard pole sticking up into the air. His legs weren’t spread as wide apart, as before, but he lifted his feet upwards, resting the bottoms of his feet against the lower part of the foot rest.

Jesse moved his knees now, letting them both move to the opposite side, so his groin was fully exposed. His one hand continued to caress his belly, the other gently massaging the inside of one of his exposed thighs.

His body flinched a bit, as Mr. Willows let one of his hands touch the top of a knee, then slowly make its way down the tingling side of his leg. He felt the fingers, felt them tremble a little, as they moved lightly over his flesh. It all felt so good, making him let out a soft little whimper of pleasure.

The tips of the finger moved up and around his thigh, then up and over his hand, up the arm, lightly brushing his tiny arm hairs. It all made him tingle a bit more, made him sink back into the chair, as the fingers moved further up his arm. It was an amazing feeling, as he lay there, more or less. His body shuddered a bit, as the fingers moved back down, and then as they came to his waist, moved off the leg, to touch lightly his crotch. His body shook, as the fingers moved over the top of his pubic hairs.

Jesse could feel how his body was enjoying the touch, how it was throbbing deep inside, making him sweat. It was all so unreal, the smell of orchids, of cologne, of sweat, mingling with the musky scent of men aroused. He breathed it all in deeply, as the fingers moved down and around the thick base of his hard dick. He felt the shaft tremble, as the tip of the fingers brushed past lightly. He sucked in his breath, as the tips moved all around the shaft, the knuckles brushing past his balls, making them tingle, shake even.

Then one finger began to slowly move up the underside of his penis. It lightly caressed him, moving up along the pulsing vein. He felt the touch, making his whole body tremble, and he knew that he was close. It was impossible, he was the one who made other’s come close, choosing when he would cum, not them choosing. It all was so different, yet enthralling, as he felt the tip of the finger moving slowly upwards, making his blood run faster, his pulse quicken.

It was agonizing in one way, as the tremors of pleasure kept mounting inside. The more slowly the finger moved up and then around his cock head, the stronger the tremors inside became. He groaned now, his head flopping from side to side, and his body twisting and squirming on the hot leather. His body was sticking to it, and it made it harder for him to move, but he couldn’t help himself.

The mounting pressure was testing his control, and Jesse struggled to keep in control, despite the soft caress of his penis. His balls were throbbing, the liquid inside boiling, as they pushed upwards, urging for release. He cried out, as he struggled to hold it back, to let the mounting tremors race through his body, without surrendering.

The finger moved down the top of his shaft now, then once more was circling the thick base of his cock. He could feel his skin tighten, feel how hard his dick was, as the older man lightly caressed him. Then when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer, the finger moved away. He felt himself shudder, felt his body sink deep into the chair, then the wound up muscles inside began to uncoil.

For the moment the pressure eased, and his eyes fluttered, when he suddenly felt moist lips pressing up against one nipple. He felt the teeth, grating lightly over his left nipple, a pair of fingers now tweaking at the nipple to his right. He cried out, as the teeth bit down a bit, pulling at the left nipple, the fingers now pushing and lightly prodding the right one.

His body shuddered, as the lips closed around his bitten nipple, the tongue now licking at it. He moaned softly, as the fingers pressed hard into the area just around the right nipple. His whole body was squirming, as he felt both nipples being manipulated, being aroused even more. His body began to feel like it was on fire. The heat of the moment, rose from deep within, as the older man began to bite then lick at the one nipple. His hand now moving from the right nipple, to caress the flesh below it, then slide down to the belly, to the upper thigh. The hard press only made Jesse moan more, as the teeth let go of the nipple.

The long flick of the tongue across his chest, matting his few hairs only made him squirm more. He felt the edge of the tongue licking down in the center of his chest, at the V shape of his upper body. Jesse’s hand moved up off the arms of the chair, to reach out for the man, and to take hold of him, to help guide him. He was younger, but the old man had surprising strength in his body, resisting the press of Jesse’s hands. He remained solid, licking at the upper body, tasting Jesse’s salty body.

Despite Jesse’ strength and obvious indications, the man refused to go lower, despite the now urgent pleas from Jesse. His lips moved along the trembling flesh, making Jesse shudder. His legs were twitching, as he struggled to have the older man satisfy the ache between his legs, but to no avail. His body was sweating, rivers running down his face, his whole body steaming, as the older man continued at his pace, licking, kissing, touching the hot flesh.

His cries becoming mingled as one, as he felt the tremors inside, felt the pleasure, and felt the ache growing. His body wanted to be touched, to be caressed, to be allowed to surrender. On the one hand he was trying, on the other he was desperate to deny his body’s wishes. The numbness in his arms, his legs, began to wear on him, as one leg fell off to the side, only one being able to be kept up and spread apart.

The throb in his groin was dull, but he could still feel how hard his cock was, as if it was an unbreakable rod of pure steel. It stood tall, dripping a little from the top, as his body continued to twist and writhe under the old man’s mouth and hand.

The uncontrollable urge to cum had eased, his body was less tense, as the hand moved along his side, as the mouth no longer pressed against his flesh. He sighed a bit, as his own hands relaxed a bit, the numbness easing. His dick was still aroused, still like steel, but he was slowly catching his breath, when he felt the soft caress across his inner thigh. The closeness of the hand, brushing past his stiff dick, made him catch his breath, his eyes pop open for a moment.

Jesse saw the glazed look immediately, the way the older man’s nostrils were flaring, as he stared down at Jesse’ dick. It made his heart skip a beat, as he noticed how deeply the man was staring, almost as if in a trance. The light touch against his inner thigh made his eyes snap downwards, to see the old long finger moving lightly over his body. He noticed how it just barely passed over the small hairs, that stood up from his flesh, as it moved closer to his groin, to his patch of pubic hair. He licked his lower lip, as he saw the finger cross over, then slide down the crotch, at the warm moist flesh between the groin and thigh.

He heard his own voice moaning, as his body trembled. It was an amazing feeling, as his eye fluttered a bit, but remained open, watching the slow motion of the finger down between his crotch and thigh. He felt it down at his toes even, and the hair on his head began to tingle too. Odd how his whole body suddenly was twitching, every muscle once more coiled up, as the finger moved so slowly down then across his cum filled balls.

How they both seemed to grow, as the finger passed lightly over his leathery sac. How hot it made him feel, as once more his body began to pour sweat, as the finger crossed to the other side. Glancing up he saw the old man’s eyes narrow, focusing on his finger.

Jesse let his eyes move back down, saw how his legs were once more up, spread apart. His knees were shaking, as the finger moved up this time, on the other side. The warm tip moving along the inside, along his groin, to once more tickle at his wiry pubic hairs. He could feel each hair tingle, as the tip moved across.

His head fell back into the soft leather, his hair hanging all around in a wet tangled mess. He felt the strands on his shoulder, cool but damp, as the finger now moved across the belly, then suddenly, he felt a second finger, and they both moved down instead of across. He could feel the tips brush against the thick pulsing base of his dick, and he moaned loudly, his hands upraised, resting on the older man’s arms.

Jesse felt his hands tighten around the older man’s arms, as he shut his eyes. Lost in the moment, he felt his body ache, felt the rolling thunder inside, as the man’s fingers moved around the thick base of his cock, then as he began to settle down into the chair, he felt the fingers move away, suddenly replaced by a firm grip at the very base. The fingers wrapped tightly around his lower shaft, gripping it hard.

Just as he felt the pressure around his shaft, he felt the warm press of lips up against the tip of his cockhead. He felt the raspy edge tongue flick out, lick at the center of his cock, and felt the pre cum that was oozing out being licked off. A long rolling shudder went running through his whole body, as now he felt the lips pressing up against the head, the tongue flatten out by the press of his cock head.

The fire inside seemed to leap forward, making his whole body feel like it was a raging inferno, as the lips moved around the head, then began to slide down his burning shaft. The ache in his groin grew, as the lips pressed tightly against his skin. He cried out, one hand releasing the older man’s arm, to pound on the chair arm. He felt his own fingernails digging into the soft flesh of the palm of his hand, as the mouth moved down his shaft, and he felt his body shake, then arch upwards.

His other hand moved up and onto the older man’s head. He sucked in air, smelling the musky scent of aroused males, feeling it all around his trembling body. This time the man didn’t resist his urgent pressing, and the press of the man’s nose into the side of his thigh made him moan loudly. Jesse felt his balls throb, felt the raging flood gathering strength inside. His body quivered, as every nerve was tingling, was on edge, waiting for the right moment.

The wild beat of his heat told him it would be soon, the roar in his ears testament to that coming moment. His body was ready, and his mind couldn’t hold it back, as he felt the lips pulling up on the skin of his dick. He could feel the tongue being dragged along the underside, feel the tip as his cock was slid out from within the man’s mouth.

Then as he felt the head of his cock about to be let go, the tongue suddenly flicked out, licking at the sensitive head, at the blood gorged flesh that felt like a white hot ember of pure fire. He cried out, his hand now grapping at the older man, who suddenly shot his face forward. His mouth once more engulfing the entire penis, the nose once more buried deep into Jesse’ groin.

The old man reached out now, his two hands took hold of Jesse’s hips. He was surprised at the change, then at the strength of the man’s hands that held his hips tightly. He felt the pain as the fingers dug deep into his flesh, as the head moved up his cock, then shot back down. He felt his body shudder, as the man moved his head back up, this time holding his cock head only in the mouth. He felt the tongue swirling around the head, licking at it, like a lollipop. He moaned loudly, feeling the sensation deep inside his body.

He twisted, trying to move out of the man’s firm grip, but he couldn’t as his body ached, as the rolling waves inside built in strength. Each one rolling up and down his whole body, making his arms quiver, his legs twitch. He cried out again, as this time the head moved slowly downwards. His body shot forward, but was once more held back, then again the head moved up, faster this time. Then down it came, the hands around his hips pulling up at the same time, bringing Jesse’ lower body up and off the chair.

He felt his cock driving deep down into the man’s throat, felt the muscles grapping at the throbbing pole as it flew past, and he cried out, feeling his balls swell, feeling the liquid inside pushing at the inside of them, stretching them bigger.

Jesse felt it, a deep rolling booming thunder, that sent a huge shock wave into his whole body. He couldn’t hold it back, screaming out as the pain forced his body to shake, to shudder. Then the rushing sound of his explosion echoed in his ears, as his body lost control. He felt the balls squeezing now, aiding in the sudden rush of cum that began to flow through his groin.

He felt the cock jerk back, then shoot forward. It made the head holding it pull back a bit, but only for a brief moment. His voice was crying out, as his body shook. His toes were curling inwards, his legs stiffen like two boards, as his body released its stream of cum deep down into the older man’s throat.

Jesse felt the muscles quiver, in the man’s throat, as his cock swelled up, then shot its load of hot milk deep down the throat. He could feel the man swallowing, several large gulps, as his seed continued to pour from his dick.

Tears rolled down from his eyes, mingling with the rivers of sweat as his body bucked and yet was held firmly by the older man’s mouth. Jesse couldn’t believe how much he was shooting, how many waves of pleasure kept coming up and down inside. He felt them, each one, and before they ended, another was replacing it, growing in intensity, as his body continued to empty itself of his milk.

He felt the ease of pressure, as his body now settled into the chair, and his eyes opened, to see the old man above him. Jesse saw the coating of his cum, drying on the man’s lips, and chin. There was no mistaking the man’s pleasure at it either, as he looked down at Jesse. He had enjoyed his drink of milk, as he smiled down at Jesse, no words necessary.

It took him several minutes to calm down, to let his body gather itself, but as he waited, he saw how patient the older man was, still standing by his side. As the rise and fall of his chest eased, the man bend down and picked up his removed shorts, and placed them over his feet, then slowly he pulled them up, pausing for a few seconds, to gaze at Jesse’s soft penis. His eyes were glittering, as he stared, then glancing up he gave Jesse a warm smile, pulling the shorts up and over, covering Jesse’s groin.

He did the same with the pants, then stood back a step or two, to just gaze down at Jesse. Slowly, Jesse pushed his feet back, against the foot pad, until the chair was once more in its normal upright state. As the bottom clicked back into place, he glanced up at the older man. He saw him wipe his face, with a small white towel, then Mr. Willows grinned at him.

Shall we adjourn to my rooms, where we can uh, take our time?

All he could do, was nod and grin. There was no doubt that tonight was not going to be about sleeping, as he realized, he was no match for Mr. Willows.

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Plain Brown Wrapper (4)

Plain Brown Wrapper

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (4)

erotic-stories-009A small voice buried deep inside kept telling him that he was old enough to be Chris’ father, that it would never work between them. Sure he was just about to turn 40 and Chris was eighteen, but still, it was obvious that Chris was not what one would call ‘worldly’ or ‘sex savvy’. In many ways, Chris was more mature than many guys a lot older, yet in other ways, well, he was just eighteen.

Turning his head, lowering his glance, he stared at the mop of hair resting on his chest. He had to admit, it felt good, and it was exciting. The idea that someone like Chris would want him, or even think he would want him, was well, intoxicating. It felt like somehow he must have done something right, said the right words when needed, because sure as hell wasn’t his looks.

Still the persistent voice kept nagging at him, as his one hand moved lightly across the soft skin, brushing the locks of hair away, feeling the smoothness of the young man’s skin. How soft it was, how much life was flowing there, and Barney remembered Chris’ folks, how pinched their faces were, how they seemed constantly on guard.

He had a few on his route like that, many at first, but not so much now. Most had come to know him, to realize he was no threat to them, even if he did bring them bad news at times. They didn’t hold it against him, unlike Chris’ parents who seemed, like nothing could ever satisfy them.

To think they would turn their own son away, who they raised for eighteen years, in the blink of an eye, just because he was Gay. Everything else about him was the same, the laughter in his eyes, the softness of his voice, the innocence. It was the same young man and yet now they were informing everyone they could, to stay clear of him, like he was a leper or something. That was something he never could understand about the more uptight religious people. They talked about GOD with so much love, so much passion, yet they were the least to give that love, that passion, unconditionally. They talked about Jesus, yet they forgot that it was Jesus himself who walked among the lepers, when no one else would.

He shivered a bit, thinking about it, wondering what would his own co-workers do or say, if they knew he was in bed with someone like Chris? Would they shun him? Would they also feel repulsed by him, even though nothing else about him had changed? Then too, Barney wondered if that was true, was he the same man he was this morning?

He felt Chris move a bit, under his arm, and once more forced his mind off the complications, and instead just stared down at the young man’s naked body, resting against his own. He could see the flabby skin of his stomach, pushed to one side of his body by the weight of Chris’ younger more lean form. How good it felt, to have him them, to feel his warm breathe across his chest, as he slept so soundly.

There was a strange sense of protectiveness in his thoughts, which he knew was more fatherly, than that of a lover. Yet, did it matter how he loved the young man, and was it love? That always eluded him, because while he knew that sex was good, at times, better with someone he had an attachment to, he had never really had anyone that he wanted to see more than on occasional nights. Still, looking at Chris, he knew he wanted him to stay, not just the night, or week, but to stay for as long as possible.

Call it love at first sight, but that wouldn’t be right either. He had known Chris for some time, as a friends, as someone on his route. Now here he was, in his bed, and it felt different, felt complicated. Not something Barney enjoyed, complications that is. He liked his routine, his pattern, yet from when he first laid eyes on Chris this morning, he knew his whole life was somehow about to change.

The feel of the young man’s rising chest, as he breathed in the steady rhythm of sleep, only made his own heart quicken a bit. Barney could feel the sweat on his forehead, as he remembered how perfect it felt, to feel the cum explode, to feel the soft touch of the fingers, to experience the sweetness of his mouth. He could feel it all again, knowing that what had happened, was something he had never expected to feel, to experience.

Barney had paid many a man and woman for sex, in his lifetime, yet nothing compared to the thrill he had when Chris was touching him. Nothing in his past could equal the way his whole body had shook, to the touch of just a finger tip, or a brush of the younger man’s lips against his skin, never mind other parts of his body. Yet now, feeling him next to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, to experience all of Chris, to feel him enter him, or him enter Chris.

Hell, he hadn’t even tasted the guy’s cum yet, let alone feel his insides through the throbbing of his pole. The idea of it, being buried deep between those firm young butt cheeks, was making him ache, again. It was like his body had woken up from a long sleep, just realizing what the body was for, other than a vessel for his blood and nerves.

The voice inside grew a bit weaker, as his body continued to be aroused by the aroma of the younger man. How good he smelled, as he breathed in his scent, mingled with his own. It wasn’t like any other time, and looking down, he doubted if it would ever be like any of those other times, with strangers. Even his more regular partners, couldn’t equal the pleasure he had just experienced, and he knew inside, he wanted more.

It was as if Chris knew that he was awake. The soft moan, that made Barney’s body go stiff, the sudden snuggling in more of the body, making Barney tingle, all were like some choreographed ritual. The head moved a bit, until it was staring up at him, the body was pushed in even closer, as if afraid to let go of his warmth, of his touch. The arms pushed in tighter, to hold him in their grasp, as the eyelids fluttered, gradually opening up to peer right at him.

It was the smile that suddenly grew wide across Chris’ face that made Barney quiver. He felt his legs twitch again, as he stared down into those warm eyes, that seemed to exude nothing but desire. How they sparkled, as they looked past his own, deep down into his very soul. Barney could feel that tiny voice resisting, but he could also feel something else, as if his whole body was suddenly being invaded, that made him nervous. It was like everything he had ever thought, every done, was suddenly an open book to Chris’ probing eyes.

Yet even as he thought that, and looked back, refusing to turn away, he felt his own eyes looking deeper, seeing the pain inside, seeing how his own closeness to the young man, was making the pain shrink back, make it less menacing.

He felt himself tremble, then he felt the finger tips caressing his pubic hairs, felt the affection coming from within his own soul, yet knowing it was Chris. He felt the sudden desire rising in his body, felt the muscles shaking a bit, as the finger moved ever so lightly around the base of his cock. How hard he had suddenly become, how awake too. The mere touch of the tip made his whole body tremble, made his toes wiggle, his heart pound just a bit faster.

The light press of lips on his chest only made him quiver more, as the tip of the finger moved down, to run lightly over his balls. He felt them shake, felt them expand, as if his body was already miles ahead of his mind’s thoughts. This was not what he had ever expected, and yet it felt so right, so perfect, he wondered why it had taken so long for someone to awaken all those feelings inside of him.

His eyes misted over a bit, even teared up a little, as the lips moved off his chest, as the finger tip moved under his scrotum, then back up to run lightly up the underside of his hard cock. Chris seemed to find a way, to move his body into Barney’s even more, one leg now over the top of Barney’s feet. He could feel the blood flowing through them, feel the pulse of the younger man’s heart, as he continued to just look at him, to feel his thoughts trying to touch his own.

No one had tried that before, no one cared to delve deep into his thoughts, which was scary on one hand, yet exciting on the other. He was torn, unsure of what to do, as he liked to be private, liked to be an unknown quantity to his sex partners, but this was different. This wasn’t about sex, he could feel that, even though he tried to not acknowledge it. It was a strange fight he was having, with himself, as he felt the fingers become a bit more urgent, a bit more demanding of his body.

Barney heard himself gasp out loud, as he felt Chris’ mouth engulf his hard cock. He felt the tongue swirling around his cock and tasting him. He could feel his body shaking, as the pleasure soared within. How it felt made him pant, as the head bobbed up and down over his cock, his one hand grasping tightly the long locks of hair, pushing the head deep into his groin.

Barney could feel his head twisting, flopping from one side to the other as his hand relinquished its hold, as it now balled up into a fist, pounding the bed from the extreme pleasure that was filling every nerve, making every one tingle, scream with a desire to explode.

He could hear his panting breathe, as the hard press of Chris’s mouth over his cock was ended. He felt his body tremble a bit more, as he let his eyes open, the eyelids fluttering as he tried to focus, when he felt the sudden grasp of his cock, at the base. Looking down, he saw the intent look on Chris’ face as he stared down at Barney’s cock. In the other hand was a thin sheath of plastic.

The hand pinched the top, the other hand moved off Barney’s cock to grab the rolled band, and place it on the top of his cock. He could see the precum as the condom was fitted over his cock. The young man’s face was glowing, or at least it looked like it, as it turned to stare back up at Barney.

‘I need you inside, please Barney.’

He felt the tears welling up, saw the begging look in Chris’ eyes, as he just reached out with one hand, to take hold of his own cock, holding it tightly so Chris could unroll the thin condom. There was no mistaking the look either, in Chris’ eyes as he quickly rolled the condom down the throbbing pole, until it pushed into Barney’s pubic hairs, that were around his cock base.

Chris pulled himself upright, looking at Barney as he manoeuvred his body around, so that he now straddled Barney’s amble stomach. Barney moved his hand out from under the thigh, to let it rest on the top of the leg. His other hand moved to duplicate it, as Chris leaned forward, his firm buttocks just touching the hard pole.

His legs began to ache a bit, as the vision before him registered with his mind, with his thoughts. Chris stared down at him, his eyes looking like burning embers of hot coal, as he shifted his body a bit, reaching around, to take hold of Barney’s throbbing pole. As he did, Barney felt his own hands move, to reach up and around, to pull apart the firm cheeks.

As his fingers dug into the hot flesh, he felt himself shudder, felt the passion inside roaring, felt the overwhelming heat of his desire, as his body continued to stiffen, to tighten. The young man flicked his head back, as his upper body moved a bit back. Barney felt his cock suddenly being pulled down, being wedged between the two firm cheeks. His cock head jerked a bit, as it felt the soft warm flesh moving across its bulging top. It made his whole body shiver, as it moved down to a point where it was suddenly held firm.

He could hear the rapid breathing above him, as his eyes flicked open. Looking up he saw the firm chest, the flexing Pecs, as Chris stood there, poised, feeling the press of Barney’s hard dick up against his tight pink hole. He could see the concentration, see the muscles in his face twitch, then he felt the push. He felt the muscles inside of Chris object, felt them resist, but he could also feel the urgency, the desire pushing that resistance aside.

His body was suddenly being pushed down deep into his bed, as he heard the strangled cry, as he penetrated Chris’ body. The bed shook, as did his body. The sound of his penetration made him cry out, as Chris began to moan, and start to wiggle his butt further down, into Barney’s groin. He felt the entire body weight on top of his soft belly, felt the muscles buried in his fat shake, felt them coiling and uncoiling, as the butt ground down into his lower belly.

The body leaned back even more, the head tilted even further back, as Barney stared at the figure above him. He saw the eyes clenched tight, saw a trickle of a tear roll down from the corner of one eye. He noticed the way his Chris was biting at his upper lip, at how his nose was flaring, as he swivelled his hips around, making Barney’s hard cock swirl around inside the tight confines of Chris’ innards. He felt the soft velvet lining stretching, as his cock head banged from side to side, as the muscles inside, tried to grasp hold of his huge pole, to hold it steady.

The body moved upwards, sliding up along his cock, then just when he thought the head would come free, he felt the hard downward thrust. His body ached, as the moist cheeks struck his groin, then began once again the climb up and off. He felt his hips pushing down into the bed now, then he felt it, felt the power inside. Just as the cheeks were at their height, just as the entire cock shaft was exposed, he felt the twitch, felt the change from above.

As the motion stopped, as the soft groans went up an octave or two, he felt the contraction inside of Chris’ body. He felt the muscles grapping hold, and as they body began to slide back down, Barney felt his arms move, to take hold of the young man, to grip tightly around his waist, and shove his own lower torso upwards, as hard as he could with the extra weight on top.

He heard the sudden cry, the quick jubilant shout, as his body arched upwards, to meet Chris’ downward thrust. He felt their bodies come together, felt the power of their combined thrusts meet, making the bed shake.

The sound of their sweat soaked bodies colliding echoed in the room, yet barely noticed, as their voices cried out, screaming their profound pleasure. His eyes fluttered, as he saw the expression across Chris’ face, as he saw the pleasure flashing through the sheen of the cheeks, the jaw, and even across the glazed covering of Chris’ eyes. He saw it all, in that one blink, as he held his body rigid, waiting for the next signal, the next coming wave of pure nirvana.

Time meant nothing, as he felt the hard up and down thrusts only grow more frequent, more intense. The tight hold around his cock seemed to grow more extreme, as he felt the sweat dripping off his whole body. He could hear his own voice, crying out its pleasure, mingling with the cries from Chris. He felt the drops of hot sweat drop to his body, sizzle as they evaporated on his own burning skin.

His hands dug in even deeper, until he was certain that he was feeling the very bones within. The tips of his fingers were dug in deep, the knuckles of his hands white from the force of his grip, as he pushed Chris upwards, as he shot his hips further down into the shuddering bed. The moment was there, he could feel it, knowing Chris could as well.

The head of his cock was barely inside, part of it out from the tight hold of Chris’ hole, when Barney summoned every ounce of his energy, forcing his body to hold that moment, then he released it all, in one giant upward thrust. At the same instant, he pulled down with his hands, bring Chris’ trembling body downwards, even faster. The muscles grasping at his dick, hadn’t a chance, as he drove his cock hard and deep inside. He heard the cry, felt the air leave his own lungs, as his body became one giant spasm of shaking flesh. He felt the ache inside, felt the sudden rush of blood from everywhere in his body, to flow quickly to his groin. He could feel the balls shaking, feel the cum leaving them to rush along its tubes, towards the very tip of his cock.

The orgasm was unbelievable, as he body stood motionless up high in the air, his groin holding not only his weight, but Chris’ entire body weight as well. He felt the body impaled on his cock shake, felt the tremors as they roared up and down the younger man’s insides, then he felt the hard hot slap across the side of his face.

Another stinging blow landed on his chin, and then on his chest. The burning was intense, as he felt his body shudder, realizing the blows were coming from Chris, that he had also reached that point of no return. His eyes flicked open briefly, to see the blood gorged cock head jerk back towards Chris’ groin, as if shrinking, then as his eyelid began to close, he could see it shooting forward once more, a thin stream of milky white liquid leading the way.

Again he felt the hot sting against his body, as the jizz struck him hard, the sound of its strike lost amid the loud cry of joy coming from Chris. He could feel it all, as his own body finally began to shrink back towards the bed, as the weight of the young man became too much for him. He felt the bed creak, felt the press on his belly, as his cock shook, still buried deep inside of Chris’ rectum.

Chris collapsed on top of him, adding to the weight he was feeling. His body was exhausted, his mind lost in a fog of pure pleasure, as the tremors seemed to continue, in an endless stream. Barney felt it all, even the nagging voice from earlier was there, but muted at the moment. It was replaced by an insane desire to have the same feeling, to have his own body penetrated, as he had just penetrated Chris’. He cried out, as he felt the arms reaching around, holding him tightly.

The crush of Chris’ body into his knocked what little breathe he had left, out, as he gasped for air. His arms were at his side, but as Chris’ held him even tighter, he found them wrapping around the shaking body on top of him. He felt the tears now, against his chest, and as he held Chris, he could tell the young man was crying.

He was at a loss, as to what to do, or say, but the tears began to dry up, just a few hard sobs now filled the room, along with his own panting breath. It perplexed him, for a minute or two, as he tried to collect his own thoughts. So much had happened, and as he finally managed to open his eyes, he notice the darkness of the room. Glancing over to the side, he could see that dusk had fallen, that they had been in the room for hours.

Yet as he realized that, he also felt like they had just gotten undressed, just begun to explore each other. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew that the nagging voice inside, from earlier, was in for a hard fight from his feelings. Maybe it was simply an old man’s silliness, an infatuation with one younger, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter if at some time it all came crashing down because right now, he didn’t feel like almost forty, but more like he too, was eighteen.

Turning his head back, he saw the sparkling eyes looking at him. He felt himself smile, as Chris snuggled in closer, his eyes never leaving Barney’s.

‘I am starved’

‘Yeah? Funny, I am hungry too.’

‘I can see, but I meant food, though I wouldn’t mind more of what you just dished out.’

‘Really? Greedy thing aren’t you, didn’t anyone teach you to share?’

Chris lifted his head up, and stared at Barney for what seemed an eternity. His eyes seemed to narrow a bit, as they peered at him, then the corner’s of his mouth curled up in a sort of semi grin. Barney felt the jerk of the young man’s penis, against his belly, as he lay there, still huffing a bit.

‘I’d love to share that with you, if you are sure, I mean…’

‘Oh I mean it Chris, and not just for tonight either, but for as long as you want, I know I am not…’

‘Don’t, don’t Barney, I know what you are going to say, and you are wrong. Man you are way wrong, and yes, I really do want to share that, and more too, if you really want me to, not, not because you feel sorry for me either. I don’t think I could handle that.’

The way he had said the last bit, so softly, so innocent sounding, that he thought his heart would break in two. Barney lifted his arms up, and pulled Chris up and closer to him, so that his face was directly above his own. He stared at him, saw the pain, saw how it was lurking there, and he knew, it wasn’t faked, it wasn’t a come on. His hands held tightly to Chris’ shoulders, as they looked at each other, reading the other’s thoughts, feelings.

He felt his head lift up, felt his arms pulling Chris down, as the eyes closed, as they embraced each other, as their lips touched, making them both quiver.

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26Nov

Along the Garden Path (2)

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Matt H from Blake MasonIt had been two weeks since his encounter with Mr. Willows, and so far not a peep from the old guy. It was a bit unsettling but he figured the Misses was keeping an eye on her husband, as she certainly seemed around a bit more than usual. Not that she hadn’t been before, but normally she would give her instructions, then disappear until his next visit.

That had changed the very next time he had shown up. She kept popping out, checking on his work, which made him nervous. The way she would stand off to one side, watching, hands on hips. It was almost like being on inspection or something. Yet she didn’t venture any conversation, not even a hello. She just would stand there, watching for what seemed an eternity.

The lace curtains in the main window barely fluttered. It was as if Mr. Willows had just vanished, or been kept away from any way of looking out. Even the upstairs windows seemed so empty, that he wondered if maybe the old geezer had been kicked out. Yet he figured he’d have noticed some sign of that, but he wasn’t too certain.

Mrs. Willows was a tough customer. She kept her conversations brief, to the point, so he might have missed the signs. Yet as he did his work, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, waiting for the other shoe to fall. He doubted she could have any inkling of what they had been up to.

He tried to put it out of his mind, but it kept nagging at him, as he tried to get on with his work. Still he did keep glancing up at the big front bay windows, looking for some sign of Mr. Willows. He even managed to do his special little stretching, hoping that there was an audience, uncertain if there was.

Strange how he seemed so distracted, without his audience. Not like the man had been out there often, or more than a shadowy figure behind some curtains, other than the last time. Yet it felt different, odd really, as he tried to concentrate on the day’s work. His whole body seemed edgy, restless, as if he had been expecting a date to show up, who was way late.

Granted their first little tryst hadn’t been much, and yet for some reason, he felt like it had been a possible beginning of something he didn’t want to miss out on. There was no rational explanation for his feelings, but he had been horny all last night, and this morning. Now that wasn’t unusual, but even his normal quick little whack offs hadn’t satisfied the ache he felt inside.

It was some strange aphrodisiac, making him glance up constantly at the big house, at the empty curtained windows. He didn’t know what to expect, and as the day dragged on, it was becoming evident that there was going to be no Mr. Willows, no tryst out back behind the big double jointed Tree by the stream. In a sense, it made the work seem harder, less enjoyable, which was something for him.

Jesse loved his work, always did, and while he loved his sex too, gardening was something that much more rewarding to him. Oh he liked to cum, to be touched, fucked even, but to watch plants grow, to see them flourish, was something even a good night of wild sex didn’t quite equal. It came close, damn close once or twice, but never equal or greater to the joy of seeing plants sprout, rise up and fill out. It was like a slower process of watching a cock get stiff, that lasted a damn site longer.

Maybe that was why some of his dates were impressed by his sexual prowess? He never rushed things, he liked to feel the blood filling the cock, tightening around the vessels, making the skin grow taut, thickening the shaft. He loved how he could see the skin stretch, as the blood flowed through the vessels, filling and constricting the vessels. How the head would deepen in color as more blood was rushing around.

The way his fingers would touch it too, was something that everyone complimented him on, at how soft and sensuous it had felt, as he would ran the tips all over the shaft, the head, and down beneath too, to the sac, and beyond. He could feel them tremble as his finger tips would softly run along the pulsing veins, to lightly caress the tiny hairs underneath. How they would lightly pass over the moist flesh, the muscles below the surface quivering to his touch.

He knew he wanted to feel all that himself, and that Mr. Willows might just be the kind of guy who could deliver, what he himself gave his sex partners. Attention, loving care, to the whole body, not just the penis or the hole. How he enjoyed touching every part of a guy’s body, caressing it, prodding it when least expected. It was all part of the nurturing process, of coaxing more than just a normal rushed explosion.

Some called him a tease, but in a good way. They all loved how he would bring them close, not once, not twice or even three times, but make it last for the night, until they least expected it. Then he would bring them to the point, and over the top, just as if some flower had been brought to bloom when it was more than ready. How it would explode, spurting its seeds everywhere, which is how he liked his dates to cum. To see more than just a quick dribble or two, but to see the whole body convulse time, and time again, as the precious fluid poured out from the quivering dick.

Jesse knew his biggest problem was, that not many of the guys he dated, could return the favour. Oh they weren’t bad or even boring, but they just were in too much of a hurry. They didn’t know how to control their own emotions, to lose themselves in the other person, like he could. It was okay, but it rarely left him feeling totally satisfied.

It was like he was on some strange search or quest really. To find the perfect man, who could appreciate his body, just as he appreciated theirs. He hadn’t thought it would be such a hard journey, but it had proven to be just that. There had been one or two, maybe three, who he could put up in the ‘worth exploring more’ category, and maybe a couple of more that might be trained, but he didn’t want that. Jesse knew his own mind, he wanted to be pleased now, just as he pleased them.

None of that taking time to explain that while he liked the idea that his cock was a super turn on, he still wanted them to show it some care, some wonder, as they explored every vein, every piece of flesh that covered his uncut dick. He wanted them to take time as they made his foreskin tighten, not rush it with a quick hard grasp, and pump his cock a few times, like they were milking some damn cow’s udders.

He wanted long thoughtful strokes, just as he gave them. Jesse wanted to feel every bit of the tongue as it slowly licked on his cock, as it gradually made its way up and over his cock head. He wanted to feel the tongue curl, as it licked into his little slit, at the top of the cock head, gobbling up his precum, then tasting it before letting it slide down the throat.

Just like his plants, you didn’t just grab hold and plunk them down into the hole, you caressed them, you carefully held them as you tenderly made room for them in the earth. It was how he liked his sex, thoughtful, careful, and hot as hell. Just like a plant, it needed fluid to surround itself in the earth, and a good fuck needed the same care, the same attention.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was missing Mr. Willows. He had such promise, such a direct way of indicating his needs, though they hadn’t done very much. Still, the way he had spoken, how his eyes had looked at him, enjoying every second of his slow revealing of his crotch, of his body. That wasn’t something many enjoyed, they were always grabbing, reaching to speed him up, to pull his shorts down and lean over to suck on his cock, while grabbing the shaft and stroking it hard, wanting to taste it, before it was time.

Mr. Willows hadn’t been like that, he had watched, with his eyes, while his body absorbed the moment, while it readied itself. He could tell then, that Mr. Willows had potential, even if he was 72. Age didn’t matter when it came to appreciation. Jesse had learned that, from his work in various gardens. Some of the most beautiful plants, were long past the seedling stage, and had endured a lot from Mother Nature, just as Mr. Willows seemed to have.

Glancing up at the big bay window, he couldn’t help but give his hard dick a quick grope, a quick little grasp, to let it know he was aware of how hard it was, of how much he wanted it to be touched, to be worshipped. His eyes narrowed, as he saw her figure coming from around back, the long purposeful strides of a person on a mission, or so it always seemed. She never wasted a step, taking full strides in her quest to get wherever she was heading.

As he watched, he knew she was once more coming to check on his progress, to once more stand off to one side, judging his performance, his abilities. He hated her, at that moment, uncertain why, but knowing it was her, that was preventing him from watching, from enjoying their little teasing routine. Their foreplay, really, as his eyes narrowed, his lungs ached a bit. She was becoming annoying, and if it wasn’t for his need for him, he would tell her to chuck the job, and just leave.

Still, he knew he couldn’t do that, not without at least trying to see if his impression of Mr. Willows was real, or just another failed prospect. He didn’t know why, but he had a different feeling about the older man, than he did with other prospects. For some reason, just how he had watched him, how his eyes followed his every movement, was different than others. It was almost as if he could sense what Jesse was going to do next, before Jesse did.

The closer she got, the more his anger towards her grew. It was unreasonable, but he couldn’t help himself. He had been denied something he had been searching for, or at least had it delayed, and he didn’t want to miss out on one second of pleasure. Least that was how he was looking at it, as she came closer, her sour and twisted face becoming more grotesque, to his eyes, the closer she got.

Even the sound of her voice was beginning to grate on his nerves, as she instructed him that the big patch out back, that he had spent weeks on, was to be dug up, for some plumping work. She wanted it moved to a new spot, further away, and he was to begin the task on his next visit.

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, but he gritted his teeth, feeling put out. That garden bed had been painstaking work, now to have to move it, to a spot that was less than ideal, was almost too much. Yet she was the boss, and he agreed, suggesting that perhaps they could find a different spot, that would give them better light. She merely stared at him, informing him that she had made the selection, and it was his job to make it work.

In a way it was her way of dismissing him, as he bit his lower lip. For 2 cents he’d tell her to shove it, but he knew she would just have the bed dug up, killing many of the young plants. He couldn’t allow that, which only infuriated him more. Yet he gave in, knowing no one else could move them, with any degree of care, as he could.

Packing up his tools, he stared at his employer, wishing she would just go away. Jesse felt his anger rising, wanting to say something, but mindful of his position. He could tell that she knew he was angry, but it didn’t change her expression one bit. Her face was as stony, as cold as always, as she informed him that perhaps he would add another day each week, so that the move was done quickly. She even indicated that she would provide an extra ‘stipend’ to his weekly pay, above his normal fee, in return for his agreement.

At first he thought of refusing, but her look, her mannerisms, said he better not. He hated her, at that moment, but accepted her request, as he placed his tools into the wheelbarrow. Lifting it up, he felt deflated, no longer feeling like working, which was something for him. Granted it was near quitting time, but he rarely felt anxious to leave. Now he did, as he started the cleanup process, doing it more out of habit, than anything else. It also made him feel depressed, as he slammed the back tailgate of his truck. He turned to see the back of her, striding towards the big house, his eyes narrowing with hate. Jesse never had felt so angry, as he did at that moment.

Climbing into the truck, he took one more hard look at the big house. His eyes searched every window, to see any sign of Mr. Willows. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as he settled into the seat, feeling miserable. He knew he needed a diversion, to get his mind off of Mr. Willows, off of the anger he had for her. Only trouble was, he didn’t know what, as he gunned the truck, a sign of rebellion as she hated loud noises. It gave him a bit of satisfaction, as he sped down the drive, out to the street, managing to squeal the tires a bit as he turned onto the street, away from her.

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It took him several hours to calm down, to stop cursing to the air in his own home. Even going out back to work with his orchids, in the green house, wasn’t satisfying his need to relax. Jesse couldn’t explain his anxiety, nor his sudden rage either. It didn’t make sense, considering how little he knew about Mr. Willows.

He knew the guy had been watching him, had wanted him too. After all they had that brief moment out back, until she ruined it. Now it seemed like she had ruined any chance of further contact. The moving of the bed out back, to the new distant location on the property made it certain that Mr. Willows wouldn’t be able to even watch him work. No more stretches, to show off his own desire, no more nothing.

Even using the kitchen was made more difficult, with the distance, and it would take time, to properly move all those plants & bushes he had laid out. Then there was the whole prep of the ground to sort out, before anything could move. The digging, the painstaking work of insuring the soil contained no weeds, and was properly seeded with nutrients, with worms.

All because of some battle axe. His anger was still there, as he paced the back, looking at his beloved plants, not really noticing them. He knew he should go back inside, not add any tension to the area, but he couldn’t face the house, not yet. The realization that his mood, his anger, might damage the growth of his precious flowers, he slowly began to count, trying to calm the nerves, trying to restore order to his mind.

The flashing of the light, above the door of his greenhouse told him he had a visitor out front. He felt the frustration of everything rising again, as he made his way back to the house. Glancing at his watch, he noticed just how late it was, wondering now, who would be calling at such a late hour.

Most of his friends knew better than to drop by unannounced, or without a prior call. It made him a bit puzzled, as thoughts that it was the Shrew herself, come to have it out with him, or to fire him. Well fine, if it was, he had a few choice words ready, though he knew it was being unreasonable.

Opening the door, more or less asking in an angry voice who it was, before seeing the person, he was a bit surprised to see a tall man, dressed in a dark grey uniform. The man even had on one of those hats, that looked official. It rather surprised him, as he stared at the man, noting how he filled out the uniform very nicely.

He was a little over six foot he guessed, and perhaps around 200 pounds, but it was all muscle. Jesse could see that, as he quickly took it all in, asking the man what he wanted.

Mr. Willows sent me.

The man’s voice was cold, just as his eyes seemed to be as they stared down a bit at Jesse. They looked so lifeless, so menacing, that he actually took a step backwards, wondering if the man was going to attack him.

Oh?

Yes, Mr. Willows is staying at his club, out by Miller’s Woods.

And?

He’d like you to join him there, for a uh, a late night drink & perhaps a sandwich.

Jesse felt his heart racing as he looked at the man. It was evident that the guy knew exactly what Mr. Willows was asking, and it sure as hell wasn’t for a drink or bite to eat. He almost giggled at the man’s obvious discomfort, as he thought about it.

It is late, but hell, why not.

Uh, yes, uh, Mr. Willows has uh, asked me to drive you out, and naturally return you here, uh, however, uh

However, what?

He has uh, has suggested given that the club is a fair distance from here, perhaps you might consider staying the night. There are guest rooms available, and he has taken the liberty of reserving one for you.

There was a bit of a flicker in the man’s eyes, a quick glance too, as he almost seemed to be checking him out. The idea of going to some fancy club, and spending the night certainly was a quick mood changer. He realized that Mr. Willows was a resourceful man, as well as more well heeled than he had at first thought.

Miller Woods was well known in the area. It was in a very remote part of the County, and was private land too. Very chic and very exclusive, the place boasted what it called a ‘club’ though it was more of a hotel, tucked away from prying eyes. The place had its own small security detail, that made sure only those who were members, or invited guests gained access to the grounds.

No one was able to just drive up, or in. It was all rather impressive really, as he realized the man was waiting for his answer.

Uh yeah, yeah that would be fine, I’ll uh, just give me a few minutes, to throw some stuff together.

Certainly. I’ll be out by the car, when you are ready Sir.

Jesse couldn’t help but grin. The idea of being called ‘sir’ was so unusual that he felt like laughing out loud, but thought better of it, as he tried to act like it was all so normal. While he wanted to race back to his room, like a teenager getting ready for his first date, he managed to control it. Still he could feel his heart racing, as he made his way back, until he heard the front door close, knowing the driver had gone to wait for him by the car.

At the sound of the door closing, he broke out into a mad dash for his room, feeling more like fourteen than twenty eight. Throwing open the door to his room, he ran around picking out a nice shirt, some clean shorts, and two pairs of freshly laundered pants. Kicking off his shoes, he quickly got out of his current pants, to put on a fresh pair, wondering if he should change his shorts too.

Grinning, he thought maybe Mr. Willows was one of those who appreciate the scent of a man, who worked for a living, rather than some pampered pansy.

A new toothbrush, still in its package got tossed into the overnight bag, along with the box of Condoms he had by his bed. He had no idea what Mr. Willows had in mind, but he’d be damned if he was caught unprepared. The bottle of lubricant went as well, but he stopped short of adding a few of his ‘toys’ to the bad. After all, it was only conjecture that Mr. Willows was seeking more than what they had begun, a few weeks back.

Even the memory of how that could have been so much more, until she ruined it, no longer made him angry. He tossed that part off, feeling excited, as he took one last look around the room. Everything was a mess, but he kept glancing around, seeing if there was anything he should grab, but decided not.

Quickly he made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket as he flew outside. Slamming the door he fumbled with the keys, until he heard the lock slide home, then he turned and headed towards the car out in front. His heart skipped several beats, as he stared at the large white limo, and the man standing by the rear door. The soft purr of the car’s motor only adding to his sense of disbelief.

The drive to Miller Woods, then to the club itself, seemed like it was taking forever. He felt so nervous, and kept checking his reflection out. Not typical for him, yet he couldn’t help but feel excited. He had though so much about Mr. Willows these last few weeks, ever since that brief meeting. Maybe he was setting himself up for a huge disappointment.

Maybe he had read too much in the old man’s eyes that one time, or maybe it was all, just in his head? He could feel the sweat on his forehead, feel the itchiness of it on the palms of his hand, yet deep down, he really did believe that Mr. Willows was the best prospect yet.

The ache in his groin was different than when he knew he was going to get it on with someone special. It felt harder, more intense of an ache, that made him squirm on the leather seats. Every now and then he noticed the driver’s eyes peering back at him, through the rear view mirror.

It was all so strange, and yet he had worked around rich people all his life. They were the ones who could afford his landscaping services, and so far he had done quite well. He was surprised though, that he hadn’t noticed that the Willows were a bit more well off, than he had first thought.

They obviously didn’t flaunt it, and he wondered if that was due to him, her, or both of them? Somehow he just didn’t see her being the type to hold back, without someone else forcing it. Yet, he had to admit, she really wasn’t like others, in many respects. Course he still couldn’t forgive her for interrupting his fun, but it looked like it was merely a momentary setback.

That naturally brought him back to the moment, and his nervousness. He couldn’t help but wonder too, about Mr. Willows. After all it was late, and the guy was 72 years old. Still, he really hadn’t looked anywhere close to that age, so maybe it went just beyond looks? After all, the man had said he had been in the Military, so maybe he knew how to conserve his energy? Maybe he had kept up his physical training?

Now that would be fun, to see who had more stamina, him or Mr. Willows, though he wasn’t about to put himself to the test. He had a sneaky hunch that the old guy was a lot fitter, than even he was. Just thinking of it going on for hours, had him fully aroused. So much so, he hadn’t noticed they were at the main house, and the driver was nearly at the door. He felt the cool night breeze, hoping he had remembered to fill the humidifier in the green house. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember as he was too preoccupied with being able to see him again.

Not many of his past ‘affairs’ had made him so nervous, or anxious either. Never had he ever questioned his own abilities to please, yet now as he entered the wide foyer of the main room, he felt worried. The surroundings were so opulent, they impressed him, and worried him.

Everything was so different, the way they looked at him, as he entered. From the old doorman who sort of nodded and bowed to him, like he was some Prince come to visit, to the younger man dressed in a crisp pin stripe suit. The man looked at him, and indicated for a bellhop to take the small bag from the driver, and informed him that Mr. Willows was in the Solarium, waiting for him. Another bellhop appeared, to show him the way, and just like that, he had entered a whole new world.

He passed from rich dark wood, to a more modern look, as he saw the huge panes of glass approaching. It must be the Solarium, as his feet made no noise, as the bellhop never moved a hair, either way but straight ahead. It reminded him of some lonely walk to one’s own doom, or to unexpected pleasure. Strange how his mind was conjuring all sorts of things, some of them rather erotic.

Jesse could feel his body reacting, to the surroundings, to the unexpected summons, as well as to the manner in which it had been delivered. No phone call, just a messenger, with an implied invitation, again upping the excitement. Mr. Willows knew how to milk things, as the bellhop stopped before the large dark colour glass doors. Stepping to one side, he opened one of the massive doors, allowing a warm and scented flow of air to hit him square in the face. Jesse couldn’t quite place the fragrance, but knew it was from an orchid.

Moving inside, he felt overwhelmed. The scent of exotic flowers, the warm air, and the stars glittering overhead, the only real light in the room. It was impressive as hell as he moved past some tall trees, growing from out of the floor. The perfume of different orchids made his nostrils flare, as he spotted the crackling flames further into the room.

Looking back, he noticed how the trees hid the forward area from anyone walking in, and even if they walked past the huge glass panels, the glass was one way. No one could see in, and he felt his pulse quicken as he moved closer, to see the dim shape of a man, seated in a deep red leather arm chair.

The man stood up, revealing his trim figure, and the light from the fireplace made him look like some God Like creature. Jesse felt his heart flutter a bit, as the man turned to look at him. He was dressed in a deep red smoking jacket, a pair of dark trousers with a light color shirt, open just at the neck.

I see you are looking a bit hungry, again.

Jesse laughed, as he could see the man’s eyes staring right as his crotch, knowing his pants were well tented by the hard on inside. It was no different than when Mr. Willows had approached him in the kitchen.

I am still growing, I need my nourishment.

Don’t we all, don’t we all.

There was no mistaking his real meaning. Mr. Willows indicated for Jesse to come closer, to take the other seat. As he moved in closer, he saw the tall glass of milk, next to a plate with a large plate of cold cuts, just like the one’s he had that afternoon. He smiled as he sat down, looking over at the man, who beamed down at him.

Sitting down, he couldn’t help but reach down, and adjust the hard pole inside. As he did, he noticed how Mr. Willows stood perfectly still, his body rigid, as he watched the hand move the hard lump off to one side. It was like before, if not even more arousing. As he looked at the plate, he realized, the setting was perfect, and he grabbed the glass of milk first, slowly bringing it to his face, gradually tilting his head back.

Jesse could feel the eyes on him, as he let the milk trickled down his throat, his Adam’s apple bopping, as the cool milk made its way down. He let a bit dribble out from the corners of his mouth, not bothering to wipe it away. He heard the sudden intake of breath, as he let the glass move from his lips, his head still tilted back. His arm moved to one side, clutching the glass as he turned his face, to stare up at the man.

I do enjoy my milk, are you a milk man?

He saw how the man’s face lightened up, how his muscles near his jaw twitched, as he knew exactly what Jesse was talking about. His eyes were so bright, as they watched Jesse move to put the glass of milk down, as the hand moved past his crotch. They widened as he spread his legs outwards, making him slouch a bit into the rich leather back of the chair.

But naturally, milk is such a refreshing beverage, well worth enjoying like any fine wine.

They just looked at each other, both of them knowing exactly what the other was wanting, was willing to do. As he looked at the older man, he knew that his little fantasy notion of seeing who had the more stamina, was about to be put to the test.

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12Nov

Burning the Midnight Oil (2)

Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Jackson and Bryce from HM BoysJimmy still couldn’t quite believe it. How the hell had he missed those signs? More than that, what was going to happen, now that they both were, well outed to each other? Did others at work know, were others at work also, well, also Gay? Man, how could he have been so blind, and yet, to be fair to himself, he really didn’t see how he could have known. Scott always talked about his dates, with girls, and there were a few who showed up too, so it wasn’t like it was just talk. Or was it?

Staring up at him now, seeing how his eyes were fluttering, his nostrils still flaring a bit from his orgasm, well he looked different. Maybe in some way, he had been looking for something obvious, or maybe he just believed in the bullshit that there were signs? Wouldn’t that piss off the religious right, to find out that queers really didn’t have some secret sign, or mark, that made them known to other queers.

He felt a smile on his face, as he too realized how exhausted he was feeling, yet he also was feeling a bit, well, horny. The ache in his butt was growing a bit, as he stared at Scott’s crotch, wondering what it would feel like? Would he be able to take that massive tool, or would he wusse out at the last second? Then too, was that even in the cards? After all, they did have a kiosk to finish setting up.

You ready to get back to work sluggard?

Me? You the one who made this small break longer than normal, so don’t call me a sluggard.

Scott had a rather thoughtful look on his face, as he smiled, but there was something in his eyes, that told Jimmy that he wasn’t perhaps just talking about finishing off the kiosk. Maybe there really was hope for a bit more personal relations between boss and employee?

You are just lucky I don’t dock you for it, come on, we got some shelves to put up still, then start humping in the boxes of product. Think you can manage that?

And why wouldn’t I be able to do that?

I don’t know, you young punks tucker out real easy, real men, well, we can keep going for hours.

Jimmy laughed, as he realized that Scott was indeed talking about more than just the kiosk. Funny, but if he thought about it, well there had been a fair number of those comments before. Problem was, he hadn’t just finished sucking the guy off, to realize he had been talking in code.

Listen old man, I can out hump you any day, anytime.

Ya think?

Oh, I know it… old man.

I might just call your bluff, punk.

Go ahead, just make sure you have some oxygen tanks handy, you will need more than one… old man.

Scott just laughed, and pulled himself upright, and began to turn around, to exit the tight small. His legs brushed up against Jimmy’s which made him look down, at Jimmy’s still naked lower body. His eyes stared for a few seconds at the moving pole, that seemed to be enjoying the sudden attention.

Funny, not original, but funny still. Oh, and I have never needed any oxygen, though a few others did, but then, they were about your age… punk.

With a sort of glazed look in his eyes, Scott left the bathroom stall, letting the door bang a few times. Jimmy heard him wash up quickly, then leave the restroom. He just sat there for a few minutes more, then stood up, pulling his pants back up. There was no doubt that Scott had been talking about doing more, but when?

For a few minutes there, he had thought it would be right there in the bathroom stall, but then they’d never get the kiosk finished. That was one thing about Scott, he took his business seriously. Couldn’t be after either, as Scott had talked about this party for the last week or so, which meant that he’d have to whack off a few times at home, to console himself, or would he?

Making his way back, he almost ran into a few people walking through the mall. He had made his apologizes, but it wasn’t until he had moved on, that he realized he had missed even checking them out. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice how two of the five guys had pretty good looking butts, yet even as he was looking, he was also comparing them to Scott.

It was like one was nice, a real good bubble butt, yet it just didn’t look as good as Scott’s butt did. The other, well his was interesting but looked rather flabby, something Scott’s behind wasn’t. Strange, how he was now comparing guys to his boss. It wasn’t like him, to fixate on anyone, even if they did meet his criteria. Yet that was what he was doing as he made his way back to the work area, where the kiosk was.

Turning the last corner he saw Trish, standing next to Scott. Suddenly he felt rather angry, to see her there. She was Scott’s latest, or so he had said. It was one reason he hadn’t tumbled to those subtle hints, because in all honesty, Trish was a looker. No way would she be hanging out with a fag, or be patient in getting into his pants either. And from what Scott had said about her, sex had definitely been going on between them.

Still, it shouldn’t bug him, but it was. He felt his body stiffen, felt the anger inside, the desire to scream at her, to tell her to get his fishy hands off his man. The thought, made him pull up, because Scott wasn’t his man. So why did he suddenly want to think he was? Okay, so he was good looking, was the right age, and available, still why did he suddenly assume he was his?

Shaking his head a bit, which got a few looks from some passerby’s, he put a grin on his face, and gave a warm hello to Trish. She turned and smiled at him, a sort of look that showed she appreciated his looks, but one that also said he was way out of her league. If she only knew, he thought, as he grinned back and went on to begin gathering brackets to put in place, for the glass shelving.

Scott was talking to her, in a lowered voice, and he couldn’t make any of the words out. Yet he sensed that she wasn’t very happy at what he was saying. He wanted to look up, to see what Scott’s faced looked like, but he didn’t dare. He felt rather giddy inside, still sort of in shock from the break in the bathroom stall.

Maybe Scott was telling her he couldn’t go to the party with her, maybe tonight was the night for him calling Jimmy’s bluff, though he knew it was no bluff. He was pretty good in the sack, least no one had complained. He also could keep it up, and without needing any blue pill either. In his own mind, he felt rather comfortable in showing Scott, just how much stamina he had. The hard lump in his dick was proof enough. After all, he really did have a good one in the bathroom, but he was ready to go a few more rounds. Least his body seemed to be telling him, specially that ache between his butt cheeks.

Jimmy found his fingers were becoming sweaty, as his mind continued to daydream, to think that tonight wasn’t just going to end with the kiosk being ready. Somehow, inside, he felt like Scott was going to make good on his threat. Time seemed to drag a bit, yet before he knew it, Trish had left, the shelves were all up. All that was left to do, was bring in the inventory & then maybe he could satisfy the growing aches inside. He had managed to avoid staring, too often, yet he knew that when he had, Scott seemed to have been looking too.

Was it maybe regret, or desire? Jimmy wished he could tell, but with Scott, it just seemed like a blank. He had no clue as to what anything meant, if a small wrinkle or curling up his upper lip was good or a bad sign. He felt totally flustered, as he couldn’t help but remember how good Scott had tasted, how powerful his hands had felt, as he held onto Jimmy’s hair.

The unpacking and display was moving along, and as Jimmy reached into the last box, he realized Scott was standing by his side. Looking up at him, he couldn’t help but notice his bulging basket, then at the way the eyes were looking down at him. He was a bit nervous, nearly dropping the fragile carving in his hands.

Clutching the piece, he felt the perspiration trickling down the back of his neck, and the rather trembling shake of his muscles, as he set the piece onto the shelf. It looked perfect, with the price tag dangling just right. He leaned back on his feet, and turned to once more look at his boss, Scott.

Done.

I see, and without breaking anything, must be a record.

For you maybe, I don’t break things.’

Oh, I think you do, but least it isn’t my stuff. So, you ready to pack it in?

Jimmy let his head move down, from staring at Scott’s face, to his groin, then lifting his eyebrows, looked back up at him.

Always reading to uh, pack it in.

Scott laughed as he reached down with one hand, to push at his groin, adjusting his bulging basket a bit. The lips were curled upwards, giving his face a rather mischievous look.

I am sure you are, grab your stuff, I’ll give you a lift home. Have to make a stop or two on the way.

Jimmy heard the words, saw the bulge, and yet felt a bit depressed. It was like that was it, there wasn’t going to be any later tonight fun, which he had been hoping for. His body seemed to sag, as he thought that the bulge had been for him, but maybe it was for her, instead. Damn he hated this kind of shit.

After all the guy had gotten him pretty revved up earlier, and all this talk, this banter about taking it, about stamina, and now ‘packing it in’ seemed to say one thing, but mean something totally else. It was a piss off, as he stood up, his own excitement dwindling a bit. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how Scott’s eyes immediately moved down to check him out, as he stood up.

Maybe the guy was just a tease, a flirt who wasn’t really into guys, in the way he was? That could explain why he had such trouble reading him, or figuring out just what he was actually saying. Then too, the way he had cum, it couldn’t just be an act, or about a quick blow job for the sake of Cumming, or could it?

He couldn’t help but dwell on it while in the front seat next to Scott, as they made their way, inevitably to his place. The first stop was at a local liquor store, which only made him more depressed. He figured Scott was stocking up for his date with Trish. There wasn’t much conversation on the way from the mall, to the store, or even as they left it.

Scott seemed preoccupied, and all he could think of was how he wished he could be in Trish’s place tonight, being boned by Scott. He was certain she would be, after all, that was what girls like her wanted. Maybe she saw in Scott a way to get up in the world too, as he was young, successful in business, so naturally she’d want to snag him. And what else did she have, but her body? Not that he wasn’t above using his, for his needs, but she was so obvious.

As the car stopped in front of some apartment building, he jumped a bit as he realized that Scott was once more staring at him. He turned his face, also realizing at how jealous he was of Trish, and how his thinking about her, was sort of, his way of dampening the disappointment. After all, if Scott was maybe just gay curious, how could he compete with someone like Trish?

Damn, you are a moody little bitch, aren’t you?

No, hard to talk when you got some weird crap playing on the radio.

Now a music critic I see, okay, so you coming up?

Up where? This your place?

Give the boy a cigar, yes, or you chickening out already?

It was only for a second, but his face must of shown his surprise, as Scott laughed and gave him a tap on the shoulder, while undoing his seatbelt. In that instant, Jimmy felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His body sensed the change, and he could feel the tightness in his pants, as his dick reacted to the sudden news. Trish wasn’t the only one to get boned tonight, if at all. He was, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt like it was his first date.

He could feel his face blush, as he fumbled with his own seatbelt, then he nearly fall out of the car, as he tried to hurry out. All Scott could do was laugh at him, which made him giggle himself. Strange, he never considered himself a giggler, and it was odd to hear his shrill half laugh, half chuckle. It also made his face go redder, as he hurried his step, to keep close to Scott.

The brown paper bag was in his hand as they made their way into the building. It really wasn’t anything spectacular or expensive looking, yet it was nice. He was a bit busy staring at Scott’s backside, seeing how his hips moved, how his legs took large strides. If he didn’t know better, he’d have said Scott was in a hurry too.

That perception made him slow down a bit, and relax. The lump in his throat eased, while the lump in his pants seemed to get harder. He couldn’t help but keep a huge grin on his face, as he also studied Scott’s butt, wondering how it would feel, to slide his own pole between them. Suddenly everything seemed just right, just perfect, as they moved out of the elevator, down the long hallway.

He didn’t even notice which floor they were on, as the doors they passed simply had letters on them, not a single number. For all he knew they could be on the second floor or the very top. It didn’t really matter as they came to the last door of the hallway, and Scott pulled out his keys. He handed Jimmy the brown bag while he fumbled a bit with the door, then they were inside. A quick click and the place was lit up, looking rather stark, but inviting.

Stepping further inside, he noticed how it was rather empty. Typical straight bachelor pad, and nothing like his own dinky apartment, but then this was much larger. He couldn’t help but notice a nice big screen television, some stereo stuff and speakers. Not much else really, other than the rather large sofa. Still it was clean which surprised him as he took his jacket off.

I just put ‘em in the bedroom, it’s that door over there.

Jimmy turned to follow where Scott was pointing and moved over to turn the door handle, to put his jacket inside. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like he was being manoeuvred to the bedroom right off, not even a bit of small talk. On the one hand, he felt like he couldn’t wait either, yet on the other he felt like maybe it was a bit rushed, a bit, well cheap.

Opening the bedroom door, he could tell that it was the one room that Scott used. There was an opened bottle of cologne spray on the end table, of a rather massive looking bed. A lamp, along with an opened box of Condoms, lay next to the spray bottle. The other end table had the alarm clock, but what he noticed the most, was that the bed was made. The guy had to be queer, no straight bachelor ever bothered to make their bed, least none that he had ever known.

He could feel Scott’s eyes on him as he stared at the inside. The smell of his cologne was all over the room, and from behind him too. He felt nervous, felt himself wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, as he turned around, to ask where to put the jacket. As he did, he saw that look, that hunger, in Scott’s eyes. He felt a small tremor inside, as he just tossed the jacket off to one side, not caring where it landed.

Guess that means you don’t want a drink first?

Not unless you do.

Scott lowered his eyes, staring at Jimmy’s crotch. He watched as he licked his lips, then let his eyes look upwards at him. It felt so sexy, so damn erotic, that he couldn’t help but let his hand move down the side of his body, to rest just by the lump in his pants. He pulled back a bit, on the pants, accentuating the bulge. There was no mistaking the eager look flashing in those eyes.

I think the drinks can wait, uh, there are perhaps more pressing matters to delve into.

Jimmy laughed, as he spread his legs a bit further apart, hooking his thumbs into his belt. He stared hard at Scott, as his body stiffened. There was no mistaking Scott’s desire, no error in thinking he wanted him. He wanted to ask about Trish, was about to, when he realized, screw it. All that mattered right now, was to satisfy that hungry look in Scott’s face.

He watched Scott`s eyes widen, as he quickly tore off his clothes. A few popping sounds, a few gasps too, as he tossed his clothes out of the way, and stood in front of Scott, totally nude. His hard dick was aimed right at Scott, then he moved a step or two backwards, then sat down on the bed. He heard it creak a bit, as he pulled himself further up onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Scott`s face.

`Uh, you don`t waste much time, do you punk?

Not when they are your age, old people tend to forget things, or what they are doing.

Scott laughed as he took a step back, and slowly, with his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s naked body, began to undress himself. He took his time, watching how Jimmy looked at his every move, at how his fingers deftly undid the buttons, letting the shirt hand open. At how he slowly unzipped his pants, pushing them down his long legs, leaving his underwear covering his groin. Jimmy could feel the excitement building, knowing that Scott was playing him, just as he played some of his own dates.

It was all rather nice, to be on the receiving end, watching the man reveal his naked body in slow steady steps. How he saw the dark chest hair flashing beneath the open shirt, to suddenly being totally visible. How the legs appeared darker, thanks to the hair, but all he could think about was what lay under those tight shorts.

Jimmy could feel his own body trembling in anticipation, noticed how Scott kept a close watch on him too. The way he would glance up, to find Scott’s eyes peering right at his wavering dick. How those eyes looked so longingly at his dick, which made him reach down, to give it a quick tug, a little push towards Scott’s direction.

He saw the little shudder, the way the muscles in the thighs shook, and he smiled to himself, as he let his finger run underneath the cap of his head, making his dick quiver a bit. There was no mistaking how excited Scott was becoming, as he no longer was taking his time.

Jimmy had glanced away, briefly, to stare at his hard cock, and the sudden feeling of the bed moving, made him quickly look back towards Scott. The older man was already next to him, his eyes looking at Jimmy, then down at his cock. His mouth looked dry, but his eyes were glowing, as his hand moved out, to rest lightly on Jimmy’s knee. The fingers tighten and pressed deeply into his flesh, then the man’s strength pulled, making his legs spread further apart, exposing all of his groin.

I think I will have a drink.’ he softly said, as Jimmy watched his head come down and block out his own vision. He felt the hand move up and push at his other leg, widening the space between his legs. He could feel the hot breath, as his head tilted back, one hand resting lightly on Scott’s head.

It wasn’t as he had expected, but the sudden grip around the base of his cock, made him suddenly moan. Then he felt the jolt inside, felt the growing tremor rushing through his whole body, as his legs spread a bit further, his toes began to ache. Scott had taken hold of his cock, and the lips were already moving down the cock head, the tongue licking at the oozing precum.

Jimmy felt his hand tightening around Scott’s hair, as the wet mouth slid further down his burning pole. He felt his lungs exhale, as he felt the lips holding onto the flesh, as the mouth slid even further down. His whole body felt like it was on fire, as Scott sucked on him, moving up and down his pole, like a bloody suction machine. Jimmy felt like he couldn’t hold back, as his hips began to try and arch upwards, to drive more of his cock into the warm wet mouth. He heard himself moaning, as he put both hands on top of Scott’s head, pushing it down as hard as he could.

The press of his nose into the soft belly only made him moan more, but Scott was a lot stronger, as he pulled up suddenly, panting a bit as he looked sideways at Jimmy. Then he quickly moved his body up and was taking Jimmy’s face into his hands, and kissing him hard full on the lips. He could smell his own scent, as he opened his lips, to let Scott’s tongue dive deep inside. His body shook, as Scott had hold of his dick, stroking it while kissing him. It was unbelievable, as he tasted his own pre cum, then as he was trying to kiss back, he felt his chest heave. His body was aching everywhere, as he felt Scott’s hands down at his legs, felt his body cross over his, and rest in between his spread legs.

He knew what was coming, but was enjoying the hard press of Scott’s body on his, at how his hands moved up and down his sides, at how they touched his legs, pushing them even further apart. He moaned more, as his own hands were grabbing at every possible reachable part of Scott, when he felt the lips around one nipple, the one hand reaching under his buttocks. He cried out as he found himself being flipped over onto his side, Scott now behind him.

The sudden press of fingers between his cheeks made him moan softly, as he felt the sudden pain of his buttocks being pushed apart. Then the hard raspy tongue was licking at him, just above his crack. Every nerve inside was tingling, as he bit into the pillow, struggling to not cry out, as he felt the rolling waves of pleasure going through every part of his body.

The tongue was digging at his insides, licking him hard and then softly, twirling around his tight pink hole but not touching more than the edges. He felt it pucker, felt the need to have it touched, as he pushed his torso back, trying to direct that raspy tongue to where he wanted it. Scott continued to ignore his needs, until his body once more shook in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure.

He felt his butt quiver, felt the ache growing around his hole, as the tongue moved all around the small pink hole. He felt the muscles coil, felt the desire become almost unbearable, making him cry out, in a begging tone, wanting Scott to do him, to fill him.

There was no answer, just the tongue moving around his hole, the fingers digging in even deeper, pulling at his flesh, widening the gap between his two cheeks. He moaned now, adding more pleas to what seemed deaf ears, when he felt the first touch. Jimmy nearly shot his load, as his cock jerked, as his whole body shuddered.

Scott’s tongue suddenly had stopped playing with him, and was now diving past his hole, spreading it open by its own strength. He felt the tip slide past his muscle, diving deep inside to lick at the soft velvet lining of his flesh. He cried out, one hand pounding the bed, as Scott’s tongue licked him hard and deep.

His body twisted and turned, as sweat poured from every open pore on his body. The tongue moved up and down, side to side, then out, then in. He felt his body shaking, felt his cock jerking, felt his balls aching threatening to unleash their precious milk at any second. He cried out, trying to hold it back, desperate to but knowing he couldn’t. His voice echoed in the room, as his body could no longer holdback.

The words seemed lost in the big bedroom, but suddenly found himself back on his back. Over top of him was Scott, and his cock was quickly being engulfed into the older man’s mouth, just as his body gave one last shudder. The pain in his groin was replaced by a sudden rushing sensation, as his body exploded.

He felt the cum leaving his body, felt it quickly filling Scott’s mouth. He heard a short gagging sound, but his ears were quickly filled by the thunder of his own heart, as he reached down and up, to grab hold of Scott’s head. Jimmy held it tightly, as his whole body arched up, driving his cock further into Scott’s mouth. He felt his cum coating the sides of his exploding cock, making him quiver even more, making his body jerk harder.

As the last of his cum trickled out, he felt the cool air, felt the press of Scott’s body on top of his leaning off to one side. Drops of something wet fell onto his heaving chest, as Scott move across, then back again. He felt the hands pulling and pushing at his still shaking body. His mind was still reeling from the waves of pleasure, when he found himself facing the door, the pillow off to one side. He could hear some noise, but couldn’t make them out.

His body was still shaking, when he felt the hands moving his legs, pushing him harder onto his side, one hand suddenly running between his cheeks, moist and rough. Jimmy felt his body shaking, as there was suddenly hard being wedged between his cheeks. He moved a bit, to try and look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t. The hard press of something very solid was now at his hole, and he realized that he was about to be penetrated.

It all came to him, in that instant. The reaching over was for the Condoms, the big thick object was Scott’s dick, and as he sucked in air, he felt the first jolt of pain begin to enter his body. His legs stiffened, as Scott pushed a bit harder, one hand pushing his leg apart, his upper body resting on Jimmy’s. He felt his hot breath on the side of his face, smelled the mixture of cum, of sweat, as he felt the hard lancing pain tearing into his body.

For a moment, he thought he couldn’t take it, his scream nearly out of his throat. Then he felt the muscle inside surrender, felt the hard thick head slide past and enter him. He cried out, but not from pain, but from pleasure, as Scott’s cock drove into his body. He felt its thickness, just as his mouth had earlier that day. God, to think of how big it had been, to think it was now inside of him, made him shake. His hands hit the bed, he bit the blanket, as he pushed his hips backwards, wanting more of the big cock to penetrate him.

Jimmy felt the press of Scott’s body up against his, felt it drive him forward a bit, as the groin pressed into his butt. He moaned now, as slowly Scott began to pull back, to hopefully drive it back in, and he wasn’t disappointed. The sudden thrust forward made him cry out, made his body shudder again, made his legs tighten. He couldn’t believe how full he felt, how his whole body seemed to be filled by the hard cock.

In and out it went, slow and deliberate, then suddenly the speed picked up. He could feel it jack hammer into his body, the sounds of Scott’s thigh slapping up against his butt cheeks. He felt each thrust which made him cry out, made him moan constantly. The hard thrusts didn’t seem to stop, as Scott began to change up. He would push in hard, then very slowly pull back, then several quick hard hammering thrusts, then back to a more regular rhythm.

Jimmy could feel his body shaking, feel it being drenched in sweat both from his own perspiration, as well as from the torrent dripping off onto his body from Scott. Off in the distance he could hear other sounds, but his own ears could only hear his own cries, along with the thunder of his heart, as his pulse continued to race. His chest ached, as the hard cock continued to dig into his body. He could feel the veins pulsing as they pushed past his tingling nerves.

Every part of him seemed coiled, as the big dick dove in, then slowly pulled back. His toes were curling, the muscles everywhere, were protesting, yet he couldn’t stop it. Instead he could hear himself begging for more, pleading for more, which Scott seemed willing to do. The thrusts grew quicker, then deeper too. He felt his whole body being pounded, felt it slide across the bed with each hammering blow into his body, when finally the distant noise became distinguishable. He could hear Scott crying out, hear his hard panting breath blowing across his face, then suddenly it was gone.

The head of the cock was still inside him, then suddenly it was racing into his body faster than before. He felt Scott’s body crash into his, felt his whole body push forward, sliding forward from the force of the blow against his buttocks. He felt the cock inside thicken, felt it swelling up, then he felt it. The whole cock seemed to shake, to jerk wildly and bang Jimmy’s inside.

Just as suddenly as it had been driven in, he felt the sudden emptiness inside. He cried out, begging for its return, but as the words escaped his lips, hot burning stings blew across his quivering cheeks. He flinched, as he felt the burning liquid strike him everywhere. His voice was hoarse, as he heard the hard panting breath, felt it once more across his face, then he felt the sudden weight on his body.

His legs trembled, as his body took the weight, as more gobs of hot liquid seemed to dribble down between his cheeks, and across them. He could hear Scott’s heavy breathing, hear his own, as his body quivered, as the hot burning liquid cooled, drying quickly on his hot flesh. He felt not only his own body shaking, but Scott’s too. It was strange, to feel so exhausted, yet be unwilling to let it end.

In a croaking voice he heard himself taunting Scott.

That all you got Old Man?

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