Not Prince Harry

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

In some ways it was flattering, in other ways rather irksome. He was 21, had dark hair and a pug face, certainly no where near the looks of Prince Harry, though at times he wished he did. It would certainly make his sex life easier, but then he had no complaints.

His abilities as a fullback for the ‘Marauders Rugby Team’ made up for his lack of looks. Though he wasn’t a ‘pretty boy’ as some seemed to prefer, he had that certain look that at least had some looking. He got the nickname because his name was Harry, and because on the field, he was a Prince. He seemed to always find a way across the opponents line, or breaking free from the pack when no one expected it.

Having the last name of Tudor only added fuel to the name calling. Roger, the Team Captain had coined it last year, and it had stuck. Course Roger was a bit of a tease, and at times Harry was certain he knew about Harry’s preferences. Though he never said anything, it was the way he would look at him, that made him wonder.

The game was already in the bag, as he stared out at his replacement. The Coach had taken him out, not wanting to risk injury, but frankly Harry was still in game mode. He liked the way he could lower his shoulder at times, then deke out the defender as he would appear to head for him, then at the last turn away and gain more ground. It always worked, and today had been a lark. He had already made several try’s and they were so far ahead, the second unit was on the field.

The wind was blowing, and he felt the chill cooling his sweat soaked body, as he shouted encouragement to his side, watching the other team bravely try to prevent another score. It wasn’t going to work, as he watched the play unfold. As he knew, they scored and he relaxed more.

Teams had been known to come back, but not from this drubbing. He was elated, as it took his team one step closer to securing a spot in the league finals. They had missed them last year, but seemed a lock this year. Largely due to his running, his play. The chants of ‘Prince Harry’ filled the small stadium these days, which always excited him.

In fact, it also had improved his sex life. Some of those wankers who had ignored him before, now sought him out. It was pleasing to make them beg for a taste of his dick, to make them chase him for a change. It gave him a sense of power that he rather enjoyed. Like today, he had met an old school chum as he had been heading to the locker room. Nigel was one of those ‘pretty boys’ back in the days of school, and Harry always had a thing for him.

He was a looker. The long hair that hung just below his ears, neat and always in place. His lean face, thin lips and deep blue eyes all conspired to make him a star among the student body. Nigel was tall, and slender. Not thin, but well proportioned that matched his long arms and legs. He had a basket on him that made every girl turn their head every time he walked past them.

Turned his head too, but back then Nigel rarely had the time of day for the likes of him. He wasn’t well proportioned. His legs were thick, stocky even, but he had a solid frame to hold up. It wasn’t that he was fat, because he had nothing but muscle, just that it wasn’t pretty.

Nigel was built like a fine tuned European sports car, while he was more like an older model Land Rover. Not pretty to look at, but rarely did it let you down. He was like that, and now good old Nigel was chasing him. It gave him a bit of pleasure, that he couldn’t hide. A small smile was on his lips, as he watched the scrum taking place, wondering if Nigel was as big in the crotch, as his basket used to imply, when he was doing the chasing?

He was so absorbed in thinking of Nigel, he didn’t notice the coach come up. As he listened to the Coach repeat himself, telling him to hit the showers, he couldn’t help but think of Nigel. The guy was one of those you never forgot, or in his case, dreamed about.

The idea of one day, having him on his knees, taking his cock in his mouth, of doing whatever he wanted, was a fantasy he had from the first time he had seen Nigel. Seeing him as he had entered today had awakened those thoughts, and as he headed down the ramp, towards the Locker Room, he spotted him at the rail.

Looking up, he saw him staring down at him. His eyes seemed to be glazed over, and a thin smile was across his mouth that made Harry think about how those lips would feel wrapped around his cock. He smiled back, and of a spur of the moment, stopped, and invited him to join him. He noticed the look of others around him, as they pressed forward, wanting to touch him, chanting ‘Prince Harry, Prince Harry’ as Nigel climbed over the rail, to jump down onto the cement pad.

There was a look of pleasure on his face, as he waved, signed a few books thrust at him plus he could feel Nigel’s eyes on him. It was strange, but it felt rather exciting, as he waved, and tossing his head, headed into the dark tunnel. He passed a grounds keeper who gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. It was great to be at the centre of the crowds pleasure.

Entering the Locker Room, he glanced around before heading to his cubicle. His street clothes were all hanging neatly, as he began to toss his kit off, knowing it was exciting Nigel. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. Maybe it was the hungry look in those blue eyes, or how he kept wiping his hands on his pants, but he knew that Nigel wanted him, and he also knew he wasn’t going to disappoint him.

Turning around, he pulled his shorts off, standing in front of Nigel, his stocky frame looking a bit yellow in the room’s light. He saw the look, saw how the eyes immediately moved down his body towards his crotch, where his jock was. With a small smile curling around his lips, he took his hands and dug his thumbs into each side of the waistband. Then he slowly slid the jock off his body, watching Nigel’s eyes all the time.

He saw him lick his lips, as his cock came free, sticking straight out. It was hard, not totally, but enough to give a good indication that Prince Harry was no average bloke. Like the rest of him, it was thick, but unlike his stature, it was also longer than average. Nigel was definitely impressed, as Harry noticed his jeans bulge a bit more.

Harry stretched, lifting his hands up over his head, pushing his hips forward, as his cock grew even firmer. He was enjoying it, as he looked over at Nigel. His old school chum slowly looked up, to stare at him. He smiled, then Harry looked down at his erect cock, then back up at Nigel. He nodded, as he stretched again, moving a step closer, watching Nigel’s eyes widen then look back down at the offered treat.

They hadn’t said a word, and he didn’t think he would have to say much, as he watched Nigel staring at his cock. His eyes, his whole face, seemed absorbed by the display of his erection, and he knew that Nigel did want it.

‘You got 10 minutes, mate.’ Was all he said, as he widened his stand. He stared straight at Nigel, who now looked up at him, his eyes showing his hunger, his desire. It was a sight he had always dreamed of, and now was about to be realized. He could see his hesitation, as he stepped closer, until he was standing within a few inches of Harry.

Harry could smell his cologne, remembering that fresh scent from his High School days. Nothing had changed, as he breathed in, his cock bouncing up a bit. He let his breath out, as he just stared at Nigel who kept going from looking at his face, to the hard cock. He wiped the palms of his hands on his pants several times, before he slowly let himself kneel down.

His face tilted up, watching Harry, maybe waiting to see if it was a put on or not. But Harry just kept his face passive, his eyes watching Nigel. He had a small smile on his face, as Nigel lifted up one hand, to reach out to the long pole in front. The eyes lifted up quickly, then lowered to stare directly at Harry’s cock.

He moved his head forward, the eyes now firmly fixed on Harry’s face. Harry just nodded, and watched as the blond hair hid his view. He felt the brush of Nigel’s lips on his cock head, felt the wet lips part, as they slowly wrapped around his cock head. He felt the sudden exhilaration racing up his body, his legs tighten.

The lips pressed softly at first, then as they moved further around his cock head, they grew firmer on his flesh. He felt his body tremble a little, as the lips moved further down his cock. He could feel the tongue licking at his head, at the slit in the centre. His legs grew even more taut, as the feelings were now rushing up his whole body. It was his dream coming true, as Nigel’s mouth enveloped his cock head.

The tongue was licking at his head, just underneath, as the lips continued to push down the shaft. His veins in his cock were suddenly filled by his rushing blood, as he reached out and placed both hands on Nigel’s shoulders.

Touching him, he felt the old friend shiver, felt his body shake to his touch. The intake of breath made his chest ache, as Nigel slowly took his whole cock into his mouth. He felt his nose tickle his groin, then press into the soft flesh. His cock was fully inside of Nigel’s mouth, and his fingers tightened their grip on the young man’s shoulders.

They dug deep into the flesh, and pulled back a little, making his cock press in further. The tongue was underneath, trying to lick at his shaft as it passed over, as it made its way down the throat. He heard a soft murmur, a gurgle maybe, as he pressed his hips forward. Nigel’s throat was wrapped around his cock, his head down as far as it could go, when Nigel began to slowly pull back.

Harry moaned, his breathing getting a bit shallow, as slowly Nigel pulled back, to where only the head was still being held by his lips, still inside of his mouth. Then quickly the head moved forward, the mouth driving fast along the throbbing pole. Harry was surprised, as once more Nigel’s nose was buried hard into his groin.

As Nigel began to slowly pull back his mouth, the tongue was arched up, as the shaft was pulled back over it. Harry felt his body quiver, as the raspy tongue grated along the underside of his cock. He groaned, his fingers digging in hard to Nigel’s shoulders. Then he felt the head moving back down, then up. His body shook, as his cock came free, and Nigel licked around the cock head, under the cap of his head, then down his shaft. It pressed hard on his flesh, as the tongue licked at the root, tasted him, then suddenly was gone to lick at the oozing pre cum at his cock head.

The cock was once more thrust into Nigel’s mouth, and Harry lifted his hands up, to grab hold of that perfect mop of blond hair. The fingers pulled at the strands, wrapping around them and pulling the head back down towards his groin. His body was tense, was wound up like a hard steel coil, as he began to push and pull the head, to make it go faster. He could hear the slurping sounds, as his cock moved faster and faster between the lips, banging against the throat, then filling the mouth.

Harry took a deep breath, as he began to gyrate his hips with each inward thrust. He could feel Nigel having trouble taking it all, but he didn’t care. Harry continued to push in and pull out, his hands yanking on the hair, keeping the head moving and taking his cock. He shoved hard, feeling Nigel’s nose bury itself into his groin, before being pulled away.

He knew he was getting close. The rolling waves that kept his heart pounding, making his pulse race were becoming more intense. His eyes were shut tight, as he tilted his head backwards. His chest heaved as his breath came in short shallow gulps. Each thrust of his hips made him tremble as he felt his balls sling upwards. Harry could feel the tightening of his sac, as his body pulled back, then suddenly shot forward on its own.

Crying out loudly, he gripped Nigel’s head and thrust it towards him, at the same time shoving his groin forward, smashing it hard into the face. The pain of Nigel’s nose into his groin was barely noticed, as his body exploded. He could hear the chants, see stars exploding behind his closed eye lids. His head rang, as he yelled, as the head under his hands struggled to pull back, unable to, due to his strength. He held Nigel’s face close, as his cock jerked and spewed its hot milk directly down the throat.

Nigel gagged, as his throat and mouth was filled by Harry’s milk. He struggled, to no avail, as the Harry’s body bucked and quivered. Every muscle held taut, as the heavy cream continued to shoot out of his trembling cock. He suddenly grew weak, releasing his hold, as his body uncoiled, as the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock.

He staggered back, until his back was resting against the wooden lockers. He was panting as he slowly opened his eyes, to see Nigel leaning back on his legs, cum coating his thin pale lips. The eyes were flashing, filled with satisfaction. He could see the look, feel it even, as he felt his body still shaking.

It had been one of his better orgasms, as he puffed a bit. There was no doubt that it had been worth the wait, as he stared down at Nigel, seeing him lick at the dried cum on his lips, and then stare at the softening cock dangling now, from Harry’s groin. Harry smiled, wondering if he should invite Nigel to come back to his flat or not. There was so much more he wanted the ‘Pretty Boy’ to do.

Grabbing a towel, and heading towards the shower area, he turned back to look at Nigel. He saw him still panting a little, and wiping the back of his mouth with his arm. He had a sort of small evil grin on his face as he spoke.

‘Be half a mo, then you can buy me a beer, before we head back to my flat.’

 

Running the Table

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Ed took a last swallow of his beer, sat it down, and followed by the others, he opened the door into ‘the room’. He still felt nervous, but the three beers helped calm him down, sort of. He felt his body shiver a little as he fumbled for the light switch, then he stared open mouth at the room.

There were four lights, all of them spots, angled towards the center of the room. The walls were dark, both in color and light, as he stared at the only furniture in the room. A large round wooden table with a massive center pedestal type leg.

He turned around to look at the others. They all had a smirk on their faces, as he expected. Still he searched their faces, seeing if this wasn’t a joke, or if they had been truly serious. After all, these were the elite and it had always been his dream to be a part of their little group. This was his chance, but he felt unequal to the task before him.

To begin with, Ed wasn’t a jock, not even close to it. He stood at about 2 or so inches short of six feet, weighed a puny 135 pounds, and looked it. At times he needed glasses, for reading, for just about any task, including driving. He was what you would call your typical geek, or nerd. He had been on the Honors List in High School and had made the Dean’s List last year, his first at University.

On the other side there was Bo, the leading scorer on the Basketball team. He was at least 4 inches taller than six foot, and he had a reputation for having some pretty mean elbows. The others, Charlie, Sam, Paul, were all stars on the baseball team. They were the cream of the athletes, the best of the best, knew it too, and here he was, being offered an opportunity to hang with them. To go out on cruising the town, to sit with them in the student cafeteria, to have free access to their off campus house. A more or less fraternity home, paid for by a couple of the more well heeled Alumni, who valued sports more than academics.

He knew he was here simply because he was a good student. Each one of them was on ‘academic probation’ and if they didn’t get their grades up, keep them up, they wouldn’t be out on the field, or court. It would mean being out of sight too, because they would lose their scholarships. It was where he had come in. The administration had offered them a chance, a tutor. He had drawn the lucky assignment.

It had seemed impossible, but they weren’t superstars by chance. They had brains, and they had realized the need for him, which had made it easier. Now he was being given the ultimate opportunity, to be accepted fully into their little group, all he had to do was run the table.

His elation had sunk when they had told him that, as he was not good at playing pool. He told them that, but they just smiled, telling him it wasn’t that kind of table. It wasn’t about clearing all the balls off, which seemed to make Sam giggle. Ed didn’t understand why at the time, until Paul explained it to him.

To run the table, he would have to service them all, on their special table. At first he hadn’t tweaked to the meaning, but as he had looked at Paul’s face, it dawned on him. His jaw had fell open, because the one thing he had least expected was that these guys were gay.

Sam chimed in, telling him how he had ran the table, that in fact they all had. It made it all seem so normal, so natural that he found he had agreed without knowing all the details. It was on his second beer that he found out that it was a bit more than being naked on a table. He was relatively naive when it came to sex.

To say he was inexperienced would be an understatement. His only real experiences had been with two hustlers, that he had found in a bar rag. They had shown him the ways, for a price. He had sucked his first cocks, taken his first dick up his ass from them. To say it was less than rewarding was an understatement. He had felt the pain of penetration, the warmth of acceptance and the sort of thrill of having his ass filled by another. To hear them grunting, to feel their sweat dripping on him, then the climax was all good, but in all honesty, he had enjoyed jerking off to the images in his magazines.

He had quite a good collection now, and yet he knew he wanted to experience more. The opportunity the guys were offering him seemed ideal, until he heard the details. It wasn’t just about them shooting their load all over his body.

His job, was to service them, in all respects. To them, ejaculation was the end of sex, all manners of sex. Which meant that not only did he have to suck their cocks, but take them too. His face had fallen, when they had explained how it worked. That he would strip, lay on the table. That each of them would also strip, then the game would begin.

It would start with him sucking each of them, that the table would revolve and he would take whatever cock was in front of him. However, once they were all hard, it would get more intense. The table would turn, and whoever was in front would be sucked, but whoever was behind, would get to penetrate him, to fuck him.

They would take turns, keep taking turns until they were all ready to finally cum. That would be dependent on how good he sucked them, how good he took their cocks up his ass.

The idea of sucking on each of their cocks was thrilling, the idea of being fucked by each of them, over and over again, wasn’t. He didn’t know if he liked anal sex, yet. Still to be able to have them all, to be laid by the elite on campus, was a dream a lot would pay for. He was being given that chance, for free.

The perks were good too, but he was still nervous. He wasn’t any Don Juan, and he didn’t know how much of a sexual animal he was either. Looking at them, seeing how they looked at him, made up his mind. Helped by the beers he was drinking too, one more task he wasn’t exactly accomplished at. He had felt the first beer, now he had a third in his hand, as they had explained his job.

Ed had noticed how Sam kept grabbing at his crotch, and as he took a swig of his beer, his eyes traveled across them all. There was no mistaking the hard lumps in their pants, which gave him one as well. He knew before he had finished his first swallow of Beer that he was going to do it. It just took him time for his mind to accept.

The moment of truth was at hand for him. Stepping further into the room, he noticed the table top was padded, with a rich dark leather. That would be nice, sticky too if he got overheated, which he was bound to do. There were a couple of holes in the arms of the tables, but on closer inspection he realized that they might have been cup holders, they now held a bunch of condoms.

That sort of calmed him down. It was the one thing he had worried about, but seeing the condoms eased that fear.

He kicked off his runners, turned to the guys and looked at each one of them very slowly. They were all sporting some pretty hard bulges in their pants, as he looked at them all, wondering what was going through their minds. Did they see him as just a fuck, or did they even care? Strange how he thought that, along with what kind of cocks they all had. Did Bo for example have a cock that was as long as he was tall? How about Charlie, he had a pudgy face, was his cock thicker than it was long?

‘Do I just get undressed and climb up?’

‘Yep’ they all answered, their eyes staring directly at him. It was almost as if they still weren’t sure he would go through with it, but as he looked at them, he knew he wanted to.

He took his shirt off first, then bent down to remove his socks. He was turned sideways, not giving them a full view of either front or back. Ed knew he was fully erect, worried that they would laugh at him, or worse sneer at his size. It made his small body quiver a bit, as he unbuckled his pants, and pushed them down. He could hear them all watching, despite the silence.

Ed wore the standard nerd issue underwear. Jockey shorts, white and with the flap crossed over at the front. Nothing fancy and for him, they were a bit large. He let his hands rest lightly on the waistband, as he took one more look at the four 20 year old superstars. He wondered if they would make the major leagues, if so, would they think back on their college years? Would they have a more elaborate table in their homes?

He shoved his underwear down, and stepped out of them. Turning, he climbed up on the table and lay on his side, away from them.

‘Should I uh, be in any special position?’

He heard them walking closer, heard someone stripping as Charlie told him to lay on his back. Ed did as he was told, and kept his face looking up. The desire to sit up, to watch was overwhelming, but decided he didn’t want to see, not until they were all ready.

The lights aimed at the table were bright, and hot. He could feel himself already starting to sweat. Sounds of clothes being dropped, of belts being undone, button’s opened and zippers lowered made him tense up. It was weird, laying across this table, while a few feet away, the best looking athletes, most sought after studs at the University were undressing, getting ready to have sex with him, a typical nerd.

The pounding in his chest seemed to grow, as he heard them moving closer. His eyes closed, as he took in a deep breath, smelling their colognes, their scent wafting over him. Opening his eyes he stared up at a long cock. It wasn’t fully hard, but as he looked past it, he saw it was Paul’s cock.

Paul stared down at him, his short dark hair glimmering in the harsh light. His face was a bit haggard, but his eyes were glowing. They stared down at Ed, as his hand reached out to grab his cock, and he stepped in closer, bringing the cock towards Ed’s face. He stared up at Paul, then over at the cock, saw the head becoming a bit darker in color as it came closer. He closed his eyes as he opened his mouth, letting Paul guide the cock in.

His body shook, as the cock moved past his lips. He let Paul push it in, until it banged the back of his mouth. He felt himself gag, as he held his head steady. Paul’s voice telling him to suck made him close his lips over the cock. He tried to move his head back, but it was an awkward position. Yet the smell of the cock, the taste of it seemed to awaken something inside.

He reached out, to take hold of it, and to lift his head up a bit, so he could take it easier. He moved his head back and forth over the cock, his hand gripping it tightly as he did. Paul moaned as he shot his hips forward, twisted them just a bit.

The table suddenly moved, throwing him a little off balance, as Paul’s cock was gone. The table stopped and he was facing Charlie, who grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his cock into his mouth. He didn’t have time to do anything but lean back a little, as the cock was stuffed into his mouth. Again he gagged a little, unaccustomed to the size of a cock.

He managed to suck on it a few seconds, before once more he felt the table moving, almost making him fall forwards. Then he was facing a huge thick cock. Looking up, he was surprised to see it was Sam’s. He really didn’t think he would have such a thick penis, but it made his jaw hurt, as Sam too grabbed his hair, as he pushed his cock into Ed’s mouth.

His lips struggled to wrap around it, and his throat constricted, as the size of the cock was too much for his mouth. He tried, as he reached up, taking hold of the throbbing pole, stroking it while he sucked on the cock head. He heard a moan, but it wasn’t from Sam.

The table moved again, and it stopped by Bo. As he looked, he saw the hard cock aimed at his mouth. He watched, wide eyed, as it came towards him, a small little dot of white on the tip. He also noticed it was not like the others. There was loose skin around the head, realizing that Bo was uncut. The cock touched his lips, which he began to open as the taste of the little white stuff made him tremble a bit. It was the first pre cum he had really ever tasted, and it was salty.

The cock didn’t look as long as he had expected, and his cheeks puffed out a bit, as the cock pushed inside, poking his cheeks. He felt his tongue licking up, and this time he heard a soft groan come from next to him, knowing that Bo liked the feel of his tongue.

The table kept moving and he kept tasting cock. He began to get more excited, more aroused too. As he would suck on a cock, he would let his free hand play with his own cock. He would stroke it, as he sucked, as he experimented with his technique. When he did something, that pleased, the moans would come, which made him even more excited.

He became more active, licking at the cock shaft in front of him, kissing the cock head at times, before letting it into his mouth. He would stroke it sometimes, while leaning forward to lick at the balls that dangled beneath the offered penis. Each pair were different, but the moans were the same when he would suck one testicle, then another, then suddenly swallow the cock.

While he was sucking, he could feel the others touching him, playing with his balls, his cock. He let his legs spread open more, as the table continued to swirl around. The lights were hot, he was sweating huge amounts, but he no longer worried about anything. He was enjoying the taste of dick, enjoying the way it was always different with each turn.

Someone began to play with his ass, which felt strange, yet exciting. He felt a finger pressing up around his rectum, felt the tip pressing up against him, as his body trembled. Then it was replaced by another hand, that rubbed his cheeks, a pair of fingers sliding down his crack.

The table moved again, this time as the cock was fed to him, a hand turned him over, so he lay flat on the table, they pushed his legs apart, and he felt the wet finger this time, as it poked at his rectum. His ass was aching in a way he had never experienced, he could hear himself moan as the finger kept pressing until finally it suddenly poked inside.

It was a sharp jabbing pain, that quickly disappeared. The finger was inside, pushing slowly further in as his legs shook. He felt the pleasure inside, felt it going up and down his body as he spread his legs further apart, as if to take more of the finger, when the table moved again.

The cock in his mouth felt like it was being ripped away as the table shook as it moved. His eyes fluttered as he saw the cock over his face, felt it slide across his lips, as he kissed it, reaching up to take hold of it. He licked at the balls underneath, holding the cock shaft out of the way.

As his tongue licked at the cock root, then began to lick at one of the balls, he felt the jabbing pain come back to him. It was harder, and it lasted longer too. He felt the pain, as his hole was suddenly filled with something bigger than a finger. As he pulled his head away, a hand reached out to grab his head, to force it back onto the saliva coated cock.

The pain in his rectum was replaced by a sort of warmth. Like being full, that made his head a bit dizzy. Ed realized that there were two fingers pressing up into his body. His insides twitched a little, his legs were drawn up, his knees up, as his feet were pressed up close to his buttocks. The two fingers dug into him deep, as he felt the knuckles pressing up against his cheeks.

The table moved again, and now he felt something else pressing between his cheeks. His legs were spread even wider, then pushed upwards, and he looked down his body, to see Sam leaning in. His eyes were shut, his face drawn, and he felt the hard press up against his rectum. His eyes grew wider, as he felt the hard pain come rushing into him. His pulse quickened, as the pain made him cry out, made every muscle inside of his body coil up, tighten. His lungs ached as he felt the hard penetration of Sam’s cock. It dug into him and made his body tremble. He cried out as the cock pushed further inside, stretching his insides.

There were several quick hard thrusts, before the table suddenly moved again. There was no time to think, as once more he felt the hard pain of penetration. Bo was shoving his cock in, driving it in so hard that Ed began to cry out, to beg him to go slow, but he didn’t listen. He drove his cock in hard and fast, until it seemed like it would come up through his throat. He felt the hard slap as Bo’s crotch crushed into his cheeks.

In and out it went, then suddenly he was twirling around, totally empty inside. It didn’t last long, as now Paul was at his feet. He felt the slight push, then the hard jabbing pain came back. Paul drove his cock in hard, until Ed heard him grunt, then he began to twist and move around, the cock inside jerking this way and that, making his whole insides shake.

In and out he went, fast and hard just like a jack hammer would be like. He cried out again, feeling the sweat forming small rivers across his body. A hand reached out and was stroking his cock, as he felt his head twist from side to side. The cock inside continued to pound his ass, when once more he felt it being ripped out of his body. The emptiness was barely registering, before he was suddenly being impaled on another cock. IT drove in hard, making him cry out again. He bit his lip, as he felt the cock pounding his ass hard. In and out it went, and the hand now on his cock was moving even faster. He felt the hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it hard as his body bucked and shook.

The table creaked, as he turned his head to see Charlie on top, kneeling over him, pushing his cock towards Ed’s mouth. He felt it open, take the hard member inside, that began to quickly gyrate, twist and turn as it dove deeper into his mouth. Another creak and the cock was taken out, but didn’t move far. A fresh cock was now coming at his face from the other side, and he took it, opening his eyes wide to see Sam. Who was fucking he thought, as his ass continued to feel the pain of hard thrusts.

The cock tasted from him, he knew it as it was a strange musky scent. Yet he licked at it, then felt his head pulled to the other side, where Charlie stuffed his cock back into Ed’s mouth. Bo was fucking him, he could feel it as his body continued to rock, to shake as his head was turned one way then another. A different cock shoved into his throat each time.

He heard Bo cry out and then looked up to see the giant basketball player standing over him. His face was constricted, as he was stroking his cock hard. Ed could see the lines across his forehead throbbing, feel the hot breath as Bo suddenly leaned forward, his cock aimed right at Ed’s face.

Ed saw the coming spurt. He saw the head rear back, then the growing whiteness as Bo’s cum came spurting out towards him. He felt himself moan, as the first splatter of cum hit his nose, dribbling down one side. The second shot hit him lower, just off to the side of his jaw. As he waited for the third, he felt Paul’s cock drive deep into his rectum. As he cried out, Bo’s second stream of cum began to splatter across his chest, but a fresh stream suddenly came from his left side. He turned his face, as the fist shot smacked into his cheek, just under his eye. He stared at Charlie, as his cock was aimed at Ed, and was dribbling more cum from the head.

The cock in his ass was pulled out, and he heard the ripping of plastic, then he looked up to see Paul leaning up and over him. His cock was pushed right up close to his mouth, as it began to rear backwards, then it shot forward, the cum splashing across his mouth and chin.

His hand was around his own cock, as Paul’s cum dribbled past his lips, a little into his mouth. His body was shaking as he felt his hand stroking his own cock, as the last of Paul’s cum was wiped across his face. Bo had already climbed off, and he could hear his rapid breathing. Sam was also off the table, and now Paul had left. He could hear them all panting, as the table moved and he looked down, desperately pulling on his own cock, his face constricted as Charlie’s face came into view. He was near Ed’s legs, and as he lifted his head up to stare down his cum splattered body, he saw Charlie reach up, and felt his fingers at his rectum.

The hard pain was back, as he felt Charlie drive his fingers into him. He cried out, his hand was now a blur, as he felt the pain of entry, felt the fingers moving into his body, twisting and turning as they moved in. His balls ached, and he felt them slinging upwards, while Charlie’s hand was stretching his insides.

The explosion was something he had never experienced. He was having an orgasm, as his whole body shook uncontrollably, as his own milk was spurting between his fingers, shooting off in all directions. His legs were quivering, vibrating as the table shook.

Lights were exploding in front of his face, his lips were sore and he thought he could taste blood. His jaw ached, and every hair on his head hurt. He could feel his chest heaving, see it even. His legs were numb, cold and devoid of any other feeling. His toes felt like they had been twisted off, as he sucked in air, panting.

As the last of his cum dribbled out, he lay his head back down onto the table. The hand up his ass, slowly pulled out, and his legs slid down, still spread open, but flat on the table. He began to realize that he had run the table, and it had felt good. His body still ached, as he turned his head, to see Sam leaning against the wall, just staring at him bathed in the lights.

As his body began to cool, Ed wondered when they would allow him to run the table again.

Eight Ball, Corner…

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The heat was on, yet Kyle felt a chill as he stood aside, his eyes watching the table like a hawk. If Jay made the shot, it was over. He licked his lips, feeling the lower one tremble as he stood there with nothing on but his jockey shorts. Jay on the other hand only had his shirt off, still had his pants and socks on.

The other guys were all staring at Jay, and then looking over at him. He could feel their eyes on his trembling body as they waited for Jay to make the call, then the shot. He could see Ron rubbing his crotch, and he knew it was no joke, they had been serious, and like a moron he had fallen for it, so they thought.

As he waited, with the others, he knew that Jay would make the shot. It wasn’t a difficult one, and with it, he would have to either honor the bet, or face the consequences. It hadn’t seemed like a tough call, given his prowess with a pool stick. He had been able to beat them all before, even Jay. Yet as they had racked up the balls this time around, he had sensed a change in the mood.

When they had all picked Jay to play for them, he knew something was up. It was like somehow he had been set up for this moment. In some ways he was angry that he had fallen for the trick. Obvious now, that they had thrown the other games, dragging him into a false sense of security.

Looking over at Ron, he knew it had been his idea. He was the brains of the group, the ‘gang of three’, that was the most elite of groups on campus. Ron was the oldest, maybe 21 or 22 at the worst. He was also the Basketball Teams’s leading scorer and was one of the more popular kids on campus. He also had a body that was a killer. The long legs, the muscled torso, that made him a superstar in his sport. The girls all flocked around him, and the others too.

His transfer to this school was for money. His parents couldn’t afford the private elite Catholic university, and now he was having to adjust all over again. At first he didn’t mind, thinking that he could fit in, given his own prowess at track. He quickly learned that track athletes weren’t on the same social scale as the other sports, like basketball, baseball, and naturally football.

The ‘gang of three’ were the schools top stars in each of the sports. Jay was the leading hitter and pitcher for the baseball team, Ron for basketball, and as hard as it was to believe, Andy was the football great. Hard to believe, because Andy was the runt of the three. He looked so skinny, until you checked out his thighs and legs. They were built like an elephants legs, which is what made him hard to bring down on the field.

He was the star running back, despite his short height, and thin frame. Yet while he looked small, his legs had carried him into the end zone more times than any other running back in the schools history.

Ron had more rebounds and baskets than anyone else, and it was his jumping ability that made him seem unstoppable. Jay was one of those tall lanky types, yet his eye was sharp, for being able to tell what kind of pitch was coming his way. His stance was unorthodox, but it netted him a ton of home runs. He had more RBI’s than anyone on the team, by far. The next two in line still didn’t have as many as he did.

Now here he was, having been asked to join their little group, to make them the ‘gang of four’ which had been like a life line to his sinking spirits.

Public University was different, and it was harder than he thought to get accepted, despite his ability to run, hurdle, and leave others behind. Still, he had coped, until Ron had started to seek him out, to chat him up and then gradually draw him into their small elite circle.

Kyle wasn’t stocky, nor gangly looking. He was full bodied, had good strong legs and arms to match, that didn’t seem overwhelming. His hair was always short cropped, but he had what the Nuns had called an Angelic Face. It was fine featured, with thin lips, a slim streamlined nose, and eyes that always seemed to be darting around, never settling on one focal point.

He was the quiet type, which hadn’t help him adjust either. Kyle did his work, was a decent enough student though no Rhodes Scholar material. Ron on the other hand was on the Dean’s List, and Jay wasn’t far behind him.

Jay’s voice was soft and quiet sounding as he called the far corner. Kyle licked his lips, as he heard the stick hit the ball dead centre. His eyes watched in apprehension as the black ball went spinning along the green velvet towards the far corner. It was a straight shot, one he had made himself several times, and he watch as it hit the banks, rattling just for a second, before dropping into the hole.

The game was over, and Jay was the winner. Looking over, he saw Jay stand up and stare at him. The look in his eyes was strange, but similar to the look in both Ron and Andy’s eyes. They were all looking at him, waiting as he tried to quell the fear inside.

‘uh two out of three?’ he asked, wishing he could just run from them, knowing that deep down, he didn’t want to.

‘nope’ was all they all said, in unison. Jay had a strange almost evil smirk on his face as he had said it, and Ron seemed to have a worse one. Andy was tight lipped, his eyes staring right at Kyle’s crotch.

There wasn’t going to be any reprieve. His eyes moved from one to the other, and in his heart he knew it was about to be one of the more interesting nights of his young 21 years of life. His body shook a little, as he wet his lips, then reached down to hand over the last vestment of clothing he wore. He had lost, and as he pushed the jockey shorts down, his cock sprang out.

He had his head lowered, as he pushed the underwear off, and stepped out of them. As he stood up, to let them gaze at his naked body, he noticed how they all seemed so tense, so interested. It was like they had never seen a cock before, though they were all Jocks, they had to have.

Hell, no one in the room was a virgin, not even himself. He had found a few willing, even if he was a product of private Catholic Schools all of his life. Course, some of his conquests would shock his parents more than the fact he wasn’t a virgin would shock them. Still, it was strange to be standing there, naked in front of these three.

‘Not all that much different to me, is it Ron?’ ^Jay

‘Looks the same to me, what you think Andy? Catholic boys got anything on the rest of us?’ ^Ron

‘Why ask me? Doesn’t look any different’ ^Andy

‘Because you seen more cock this year than most see in their entire lives’ ^Jay

‘Funny, and like you are Mister monogamist or something?’ ^Andy

He felt embarrassed, as they talked about his penis. It was both humiliating as well as exciting. He never had anyone comparing him before, though he had always wondered what some though. Still, the notion that these so called new friends, had set him up to make sport of his dick, was a bit painful.

Jay looked up at him, and he had that grin on his face as he moved from behind the pool table, over to the side. Both Ron and Andy joined him as they all jumped up onto the edge, sitting on the table. Kyle looked at them all, knowing the second part of the wager was now about to be called for. He felt hesitant, thinking that maybe he should just refuse, but as he looked at the three on the table, he knew he wouldn’t.

The sound of buttons popping made his head jerk upright. He saw them all undoing their pants, then he saw them unzip the pants. Ron got off the table first, pushing his pants down to his ankles, then he hopped up onto the table, his feet dangling below. He had a fully erect cock, that seemed to tower up from a dark bush of hair.

Andy was next to get off, as he too pushed his pants down to his ankles, then climbed back up onto the table. His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it looked thicker than most Kyle had seen before. He looked over at Jay, who was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Looks like our newest member likes what he sees’ ^Jay

He felt his face flush, as he realized that his cock was sticking out, hard as a rock. He could feel it, the ache from his balls, as he had been staring at the two cocks that were waiting. His eyes met Jay’s who slowly let himself stand up, and carefully push his own pants down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. Unlike the others, he wasn’t fully erect, but still the limp cock looked enormous to Kyle. He found himself biting his lower lip as he watched Jay climb back up onto the pool table, his legs spread open.

Jay had huge balls. Kyle’s eyes opened wider as he stared at the pair as they rested on the pool table ridge. He found himself thinking of sucking them, one by one, then maybe trying to take them both into his mouth. He couldn’t help it, he was turned on by their size, their look.

‘Come on, as the winner, I am first up.’ ^Jay

‘That’s only because you can’t hold it back’ ^Andy

‘And like you can? Come on Kyle, you start with Jay there, or you going to back out?’ ^Ron

He moved forward, slowly until he was in front of all three young men. His body was trembling as he stared at the three, and then he tried once more, to avoid settling his wager.

‘You guys really serious?’

‘No, we are sitting here with our cocks waving in the air, to tease you. Fucking rights we are serious, you made the bet, now it’s time to pay up.’ ^Andy

‘Go easy Andy, he’s new, maybe he doesn’t want to fit in, or maybe he just isn’t used to seeing real cock. That it?’ ^Jay

‘No, I just don’t uh, I mean, I just didn’t think you were gay, that is all’ ^Kyle

‘Does that bother you? After all, you are too.’ ^Jay

‘Doesn’t matter if he is or not, he made the bet.’ ^Andy

It wasn’t a put on, he could see the desire reflected in Ron’s face, the same look he was getting from Andy as well. They were serious, and he had made the deal. He never thought he’d have to pay off, but he had been suckered. Still, the idea of sucking them off, of having their cocks in his mouth was inviting. It was why he had agreed to the strange wager, even though he believed he would win.

His own body was eager, he could tell. He moved forward, looking first at Ron, then at Andy, finally up at Jay’s face. Kyle could see his growing anticipation, as he placed his two hands on Jay’s thighs. It was like touching a hot stove, the heat radiating from the thighs into his own body, making him tremble even a bit more.

He looked up at Jay, saw him watching, saw him lick his own lips as he waited. Then he saw him reach down, grab hold of his cock, and swing it across Kyle’s lips, his eyes seemed filled with laughter as he rubbed the long soft cock across his mouth.

‘come on, take it’ Jay

He reached out with one hand, to take the offered cock and he held it at the base, as he lowered his head. He could feel it, smell the aroma from between Jay’s legs, as he opened his mouth. His eyes kept their focus on Jay’s face, as he let his lips touch the head. He felt a sort of exhilaration inside, as he tasted the flesh. It had a bit of a salty taste to it, as he let his lips wrap around the head, then slowly he began to move his head further down Jay’s limp cock.

Kyle felt the pole shudder a little, saw a flicker in Jay’s eyes, as he moved his head down the pole. He kept his lips pressed hard, as his nose pushed past the belly, and dug into the soft pubic region. He could feel the tremors, as he began to pull up, moving faster now, his own eyes flickering, as he sucked on Jay’s cock. There was a strange sensation being transmitted to his mind, as he felt the blood rushing through the veins around the cock. His lips felt the rush, felt the thickening of the flesh as he sucked on the pole, gradually feeling it stiffen. His tongue licked at the head, just under it. He saw Jay slowly losing his focus, as his eyes became glazed over. They were dull looking, and the face became constricted as his tongue licked at the now hardening cock.

It was like being a porn movie or something. Three hot studs, waiting for him to suck their cocks. Yet as he bopped his head up and down Jay’s now fully erect cock, he felt disconnected from it all. He could see out of the corner of his eyes, the glassy looks coming over both Ron and Andy’s faces. He could feel them watching his head bop. Each movement down, seemed to get them excited, and he knew Andy was stroking his own cock, in time with his head going up and down on Jay’s pole.

He felt himself getting more turned on, than he had ever been. His mind was struggling to keep him focused, his eyes starting to flicker as he felt the cock growing, felt the head begin to ooze a little. The taste of Jay’s precum making him gurgle a little. Jay was moaning now, as he licked his whole cock, then flicked his tongue at the huge dangling balls. Jay moaned louder, and Kyle noticed Ron turn his head to stare at the baseball player.

Kyle couldn’t help himself, but his own cock was hurting too much for him to ignore it. He reached down to grab it, to start to stroke it as he continued to suck on Jay’s. He could hear his heart beating wildly inside his chest. Felt the pressure too, as he struggled to breath, yet all he could think of, was how good the cock tasted inside his mouth. The press of the head deep down into his throat, the thick pole that pressed his tongue flat and the ache in his jaw from being open so wide didn’t matter. It was all good, he thought, as he began to suck in earnest.

His mouth would occasionally let the cock slip out, and his hand would quickly grasp the hard pole, stroke it quick and firmly for two or maybe three pulls, while he sucked in air. Then he would lower his head again, and each time he did, Jay would groan. His body was trembling, that only added to the whole unreal feeling that kept him mesmerized.

At times he could see Jay’s face, see his head tilt back as he twisted his head around the throbbing pole, or as he pulled back, sucking hard so that the flesh would crawl up the cock. His whole focus was on making Jay enjoy it, he wanted it more than anything else, which surprised him, as sucked. He ignored everyone else, despite their hard groans. He knew Andy was close, but he didn’t care as he sucked on Jay, who seemed a way’s off yet.

The sound of Andy’s panting breath made him pull up, his hand working on Jay’s cock. The deal was clear, and yet it didn’t matter. He leaned over, took Andy’s cock in his free hand, and pointed it towards him. Leaning over, he took the hard cock into his mouth, felt Andy stiffen, felt his legs tighten under his elbow, and he knew it was the right move. Andy’s cries were loud, and he could feel Jay looking over at Andy, then down at him. He could feel Ron’s eyes bulging open as he sucked on Andy’s cock. He could hear his own slurping sounds, when Andy’s voice yelled out, his words jumbled together.

Kyle didn’t need to know what he said, as he could feel the cock in his mouth rearing back, feel the head suddenly bulge, then the stream of cum came shooting out splattering against the back of his throat. He gagged for a second, then swallowed quickly as more of Andy’s cum shot into his mouth.

His throat took it all, trembled just a little, and some of Andy’s milk dribbled out from the corner’s of Kyle’s lips. He didn’t care, as he sucked hard, draining Andy’s jerking cock.

Andy’s breathing was hard and ragged, as he leaned back onto his arms, his legs still quivering from his ejaculation. Kyle sucked the last of his cum, then lifted his head up and off. His hand still stroked Andy’s pole as he looked up at him. His other hand still slowly pulling on Jay’s pole, as he moved away from Andy, to stare up at Jay.

He saw his eyes open wide, as he lowered his head. Just as he had done at the beginning, he kept his eyes on Jay’s face. Saw his face constrict, as he felt his lips around the cock, then the surprise in his face, as he realized Kyle hadn’t swallowed all of Andy’s cum. He could feel it cover his own cock, and his body shuddered to the realization. Kyle used Andy’s cum to coat Jay’s throbbing cock. He felt it shake, felt it thicken as the blood suddenly was racing through it.

Kyle could feel Jay’s thighs stiffen, and he knew it was time. He pushed his face all the way down, gagging a little on the long cock, as the head was pushed down into his throat. His nose dug into the soft belly, slipping off to one side, to bury itself into the shaking fleshy part of Jay’s inner thigh. He heard him cry, heard him whimper and then felt his whole body suddenly arch upwards.

It drove his cock further into Kyle’s mouth, and as it did, he could feel the balls underneath explode. It was like a dam bursting, as the cum came shooting out, and he gagged. His mouth was suddenly flooded with cum, tastier than Andy’s but so much of it, that he had trouble swallowing it all. His eyes flickered open, to see Jay’s sweat soaked face constricted, his mouth wide open as he yelled out. His body was trembling, as he kept his hands underneath, holding his cheeks, keeping him impaled in his mouth.

As Jay shot his second load of cum, he slowly began to let his body down. His teeth raked the cock as it slowly came free, his cum filling his throat and stomach. He swallowed constantly, taking every drop he could, as he let Jay’s cock finally slide all the way out. He stared up at Jay, then down at the cock, and he kissed the head, then licked around the head, under the cap. He felt the shiver go all the way through Jay’s body, and saw him lean all the way back onto the table. His chest was heaving as he lay there.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the wild look in Ron’s face. He smiled as he looked over, then he stood up while reaching over with his hand. He took Ron’s throbbing pole between his fingers, stroking it hard as he moved in between the outstretched legs. He looked up at Ron, saw the glazed look, as he reached down with his other hand, to cup Ron’s balls. He prodded them and then bent his head down, and sucked each one, pulling on the testicles, licking the stretched sac. Ron moaned, then groaned, then cried out ‘oh shit’ as he sucked them both at once.

He released them, then began to lick at the underside of the cock, moving his head to one side. Ron reached out, and grabbed his cock, pushing it towards Kyle, and moaning. Kyle took the cock, and as soon as it was between his lips, he felt it jerk, felt his tremble as the head grew.

Quickly he tried to stuff the cock into his mouth, but he couldn’t manage in time, as cum came flying out, just as the head pushed past his lips. He felt the stinging blow of the first stream and gagged. It had taken him by surprise, and he could feel the hot milk pouring from around his lips.

It was quick, and short too. The cock shuddered once or twice more, before suddenly becoming lifeless in his mouth. He licked at it, feeling Ron shiver, feeling his body shudder as he let the head slip back out of his mouth. He felt totally exhausted, as he stepped back from the three young men. There was a chair to one side, a nice arm chair, that he fell back into. His legs were spread open, his chest heaved as he stared at the three puffing men on the pool table.

He had a small smile on his lips, as he stared over at the ‘gang of three’ and he knew it was now the ‘gang of four’, if they kept their word. Somehow he knew they would, and maybe sometime later on, he’d let them in on his own secret. That he was a ranked pool player in the Under 25 category, nationally.