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.

Just Mike (2)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

(Read Part One of Just Mike Here.)

The night seemed like it would never end. There were an endless parade of men onto the stage. Each one supposedly hotter than the previous one, but Mike couldn’t really tell. He was too lost in realizing that he had been jerked off, in public. More than that, there was the promise of much more to come and not with some stranger either, but with Chase.

It was like he had walked into a whole new world, when he had summoned up the courage to come to this gay bar. If he had only known, maybe he wouldn’t be a damn virgin now, and then that started to bother him, making his enjoyment all the more distant. His nervousness continued to grow, as he sat there, staring but not seeing much of anything.

Everything was in a fog. His mind was reeling still, from the unbelievable ecstasy he had felt when Chase had touched his cock, had began to stroke it. Right there, with others all around, he had reached inside his pants, and made him cum. He could still feel the dried cum and wondered what Chase was thinking. Was he thinking that Mike was easy, that he was some slut?

Yet when he managed to find Chase looking at him, or when their eyes met, he could see him smile a bit wider, see a strange look of hunger in his eyes that banished those thoughts, but only for a moment. The night was becoming a torment, the joy being replaced by his doubts. Yet every now and then, he would feel that spurt of utter contentment.

His body seemed as confused as his mind. He’d be thinking of what Chase would be like in bed, if he would please him, or fail, and his dick would be suddenly hard as a rock. So hard, it hurt, then just as suddenly would be limp as hell, as if it had been immersed in ice cold water.

He would get hot flashes at the oddest moments, then suddenly break out into a cold sweat as he’d steal a glance at Chase. Thoughts about being unsuitable, of not being able to measure up kept tugging at him, making him even more nervous, more unsure if even Chase had been asking him to come home with him. It wasn’t like he had come right out and asked, so maybe he was reading more into it?

Then too, what if the others were going back there too? Would he be alone with him, was he even supposed to be? Hell, did Chase even want him to be? His head felt like it would explode as it explored all the different possibilities. Then to his amazement, he found the lights were all turned on high.

The stage shows had long finished, and he hadn’t even noticed. Drinks were being downed and Mike realized that the bar was closing. The night was at an end, and the moment of truth was rapidly approaching. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, as a couple at the table stood up, stretching and gathering up their jackets. They were leaving, and was he supposed to make like he was to? Was he to meet Chase outside, or go out with him?

Panic was ripping at him, as he struggled trying to figure out what to do when it was all settled for him. Adam and his partner now stood up, grinning at him while clutching at each other.

‘Later Chase, I can see you have found a date for the night, so we’ll bugger off. Junior here can pay for a cab ride home.’

Chase looked over at Mike, then grinned up at Adam.

‘Bitch, but thanks, catch u later man’

Adam and his partner left, and suddenly he was left there, alone at the table with just Chase. He turned to watch Adam leave, among others. He felt the sweat on his forehead, unsure what to do, afraid to look at Chase, in case he said something wrong, or assumed something that wasn’t. Did Adam mean he was that ‘date’ for the night? Or had Chase picked out someone else, was he maybe just waiting for Mike to get up and leave?

‘Adam can be such a bitch at times, uh, but he does say what’s on his mind, after a few drinks. So, uh, was he right?’

Beads of sweat were dripping off his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, as he fought for time. He wanted to say the right thing, but what was it? He didn’t want to come off looking like a complete idiot, and ruin his chances for tonight.

‘Uh, right?’

‘Haha, yeah, is he? Do I have a date?’

‘I uh… yes… if you want.’

Chase stared at him, his face suddenly looking very thoughtful, as if he was suddenly having second thoughts or something. Mike felt like he had blown it, that somehow he had shown Chase that he wasn’t interested or something. A cold chill suddenly filled his body, and he shook a little, afraid of what he might have done.

‘Only if you do, uh, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, this is more than just your first time here, isn’t it?’

Mike just nodded, too afraid to speak. His face lowered, he felt like he was about to cry actually. Had to be the booze he had drunk. Another first for him, having more than one drink of beer. Still, he so desperately wanted to be a part of the guys, that he had tried to keep up with them, now it was all closing in on him. Fear was his companion, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom.

It would be all over the place soon. Chase wouldn’t want to take him home now, not some virgin dufus like him. His heart ached, as he really did want to go with Chase, but he had blown it. He was certain of that.

Suddenly Chase stood up, towering over Mike. He stared down at him, then smiled. It was a smile he’d never forget, because he could see that Chase still hungered for him. He could see his desire, and everything suddenly felt just right. Even his body seemed pleased, as he felt that tell tale ache in his crotch. Mike stood up, smiling as Chase took his hand out of his jacket, holding a set of car keys.

‘Car is across the street, we better get going’

Mike looked at the keys, then at Chase. His heart was still enjoying the fact that Chase wanted him, and he wanted nothing to ruin the night, but the idea of Chase driving, given all that he had drunk scared him a little. He had heard so much about drinking and driving, and he didn’t want to risk it, even for Chase.

‘Uh, sure you should be driving?’

The words were out before he could stop them. He stood very still, afraid of being laughed at, or made fun of, but he had said it. His eyes continued to stare at his feet, unable to look up.

‘Why not? Shit, you thought that was booze? Hell man, that was ginger ale, I was the designated driver tonight, next week it’ll be Adam’s turn. So, uh, yeah I am okay to drive, unless you planning to jump my bones when we get into the car?’

The laughter and words made him tremble a little. He stared up at Chase, and realized that he had assumed he had been drinking hard alcohol, not that it was soda pop. He felt like a total ass, for even thinking Chase would drink and drive. Yet as he looked at Chase, the sense of foolishness vanished. He was so friggin handsome, and the idea of touching him, was doing strange things to his mind, as well as his body.

‘I uh, can’t guarantee I won’t… sorry, I mean about the uh…’

‘Forget it, actually, kind of sweet, maybe it’ll be me jumping your bones while we drive? Haha.. don’t worry Mike, I don’t take risks when driving, my dad would skin me alive if I got into an accident. It’s okay, come on.’

He just smiled, feeling like he was suddenly part of Chase’s friends. The thoughts from before, well he more or less pushed them aside. All that mattered, was he hadn’t blown it, so far. He was going home with Chase.

The car ride to Chase’s home was a perfect forty or so minutes. It gave him time to settle down, or sort of settle down. Course that was hard to do sitting next to Chase, feeling his body touching his, and just being able to smell him. His scent was amazingly still strong, though it had a bit of a stale smell to it, from the bar.

Arriving at his home, Mike noticed how nice everything looked, even in the dark. The house was rather a large affair, set back from the street. There were two huge trees out front, and more all around the sides. Inside it looked gigantic, compared to his own home, and there was a winding stairway that led up to the second floor level. He could see large pieces of furniture as he followed Chase up the stairs, to his bedroom.

The house had a nice smell to it, a clean scent. His heart was thundering, as he followed Chase. His eyes were darting all over, as he climbed up. They would glance down, see some shadow, then dart back to see those perfect orbs of flesh ahead of him. His mind would be wondering what one odd shape was, then suddenly start wondering what it would be like to touch those perfect cheeks.

He had sort of seen them naked, but only a fleeting look. He hadn’t wanted to tip his hand, but now he could look, and soon would be able to get his fill of what they would be, naked. His body shook at the thought of being able to touch at those cheeks, and more. More and more he wondered just how big was Chase, did he have an uncut penis, or was it cut? Did it even matter, and then he began to feel the fear again.

What if he was horrible at sucking cock? What if he couldn’t handle Chase’s dick in his mouth, or if it was too big to take up his ass? Did Chase have Condoms , or did he not even use them? The fear, the questions, became overwhelming and he almost walked into the wall next to Chase’ bedroom door. Stepping inside, he saw a room unlike his own. The bed seemed to grab his attention, as Chase tossed his jacket towards a chair off to one side.

The bed was a bit rumpled, but had a blue blanket on it. Two pillows were propped up at the head of the double bed. There was a small night table, with a clock radio on it, and a lamp. Chase had moved towards it, switched it on and Mike saw a bluish light cast its light over the top.

Chase turned towards him, smiling. The panic left him, as he smiled back, stepping inside. He closed the door, out of habit, and looked around, commenting on how nice it was. He commented on the computer sitting by the window, and the posters, which only seemed to make Chase grin more.

‘Nervous fellow, aren’t you Mike?’

‘Me? A bit I guess, sorry.’

‘It’s okay, look, don’t worry, okay? I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t do shit like that, okay?’

‘Uh, sure, I uh… just I uh…’

‘The bathroom is through that door, you can undress in there if you want, there are bath towels you can use too, okay?’

‘Well I do have to pee, but… thanks.’

He stood over the toilet, trying to pee. Mike felt a bit giddy, and as he tried to do his business, he found it hard with a stiff dick. Christ, he didn’t want to take forever, and finally he managed to pee. Pulling his zipper up, he looked around, saw the towels hanging. He began to unbutton his shirt, but stopped at the second button.

While he was indeed nervous, he also realized that part of the thrill, was to see the other person get naked. He was missing seeing Chase that way, because of his own shyness, or fear. He wanted to see him that way, knowing it was too late for that, but not for Chase to see him. Glancing over at the mirror, he hoped Chase wouldn’t be disappointed.

Mike entered the bedroom. The blue light over the nightstand still burned, but the other room lights were all off. He stared over at the bed, saw Mike’s curly hair and thin face looking at him. The head was propped up on one naked arm. He sighed, wishing he had spoken up before, but he closed the door, and walked over to the bed.

Chase looked up at him, his eyes questioning him. Mike thought he looked like perfect, laying there. His eyes moved down, saw the form hidden under the blanket, feeling a bit giddy as he reached up, to unbutton the last two buttons of his shirt. He could feel Chase’s eyes growing bigger, as they bore in on his shaking figure.

He couldn’t look at Chase, least not his face. Instead he kept staring at the middle of the bed, where he could see Chase’s hips pushing the blanket up. He wasn’t sure but another fold in the blanket looked more like a stiff cock, than just a fold. His mouth felt dry, and he licked his lips, remembering how he had bitten it when Chase had his hand on his dick, under the table back at the bar.

His own cock was already hard, but it seemed to grow more taut, as he took his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His shivered a bit, kicking his runners off his feet. Then he bent over, to take his socks off. He let them drop on top of his runners, then he straightened up. So far Chase hadn’t said a word, but he heard him hold his breath, as his hands moved down towards his pants.

His fingers felt stiff, as he fumbled with the button, until it finally popped open. The zipper was quickly pulled down, and he started to push his pants down his legs. He bent over a little, glancing over at Chase. He could see his eyes, they looked like huge saucers, as they stared at him. A final shove, and the pants were down at his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then couldn’t help but stare up at Chase. The fold in the bed had seemed to grow too, but he wanted to see if Chase really was watching, was turned on or not. Had he been right in not undressing in the bathroom?

The look across Chase’s face told him he had been right in not using the bathroom. He sort of grinned, as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. His own eyes were devouring that handsome face, as he pushed the shorts down, feeling is cock spring out. His eyes saw Chases eyes almost pop out as his cock came free, to stick straight out, almost pointing at Chase. He saw him lick his lips, and then the flash of white, as his teeth were bared.

With his shorts at his ankles, he stepped out of them, then stood upright. He moved towards the bed, when Chase simply grabbed the blanket and lifted them up and over, pushing them off to one side. In that instant, Mike was able to see the soft glow of blue tinted flesh. His eyes moved from Chase’s face towards the exposed crotch, and he saw what he had only dreamed of, until now.

Chase had a big cock, least in Mike’s mind. It seemed so swollen, so long that he felt a bit of panic, but only for a moment. Instead he felt himself growing very warm, felt sweat beginning to once more bead up all over as he moved closer towards the bed, and Chase.

He wanted to just reach out and grab that cock, and yet he also wanted to just climb into the bed and lean all over Chase. He wanted to kiss him, to taste every inch of him, but that cock looked so damn inviting. He gulped, as Chase moved his body closer to the wall, to give Mike more room, and that made up his mind.

The desire was too much. His dreams had been bad enough to deal with, now he had the real thing in front of him. The real cock, not some dreamed up emaciated little pole. A live cock, that jerked and had real hot blood flowing through its veins. His mind was overwhelmed, but instead of just climbing in, like one would do to go to sleep, he leaned over, and kissed Chase on the lips. He held his head between his two hands, as he kissed him full on the lips, tasting him only briefly, before he let go and climbed onto the bed. He rested on his knees, as he moved his head straight down towards Chase’s cock.

He smelled him, that special aroma of a man aroused that only could come from his crotch. Licking his lips, he let his hands touch the golden flanks of flesh, feeling a strange jolt of electricity run up and down his arm. He felt it running along the flank too, as he bent over to kiss at the spot where the legs joined the torso. There was no mistaking the intake of breath from above him, nor the slight trembling of the body as his lips lightly kissed the soft flesh. He could see the cock under his chin, feel its warmth against his neck, and he began to move his mouth down, across the pubic hairs.

The hard cock was jerking a little and he could hear the shallow breathing from Chase. He had put one hand lightly on his head, as he had kissed him down there. Now the hand was pressing his head with more firmness, and he knew that Chase wanted him to continue, to take him. He felt a moments fear, then the sight of that throbbing pole banished it all away. His eyes opened wider, his mouth also opened, as he let his tongue flick out, touching the side of the hard pole. It shook, moved as the edge of his tongue raked the long pole. It curled up around the head, then slowly marched down the entire throbbing shaft, till it curled around the root of the cock. Chase groaned, the hand pressing harder on Mike’s head. He felt the hips shoot out, felt the cock pressing forward, as he let his hands run down the flank, feeling and touching the hot flesh.

His own body ached, as he let his mouth kiss the hard shaft, then move along it, till the head was now in front. He pursed his lips, as the hand grabbed a handful of his hair, twisting the strands in its hold. He felt it hurt, felt some of his hair ripping out, but he didn’t care. It was a feeling, somewhere out there, as all he could feel was the hot breath of the cock before him.

His eyes were taking it all in. He saw the veins pulsing as Chase’s blood poured through them. His nostrils flared, taking in the rich scent. His own chest was heaving, aching as he leaned forward, his lips suddenly grazing the huge head. Every nerve in his body was screaming, then shrieking as he felt the jolt racing up and down his body.

Mike’s legs were feeling cramped, as he slowly stretched out, until most of his lower legs were dangling over the edge of the bed. His head was leaning over Chase, as he kissed the cock head a second time. There was a strange liquid around the centre, that he felt on his lips. It had a salty taste, and as it filled his senses, he felt the need for more of that taste, knowing it was pre-cum. His body shook, as he licked at the cock head now, feeling it tremble, tasting it too.

His pulse was racing, the hand on his head pushing him down hard now. Chase had rolled over, onto his back, the hard cock stuck upwards, straight into the air and now Mike shuffled forward, his one arm encircling Chase’s lower waist. His hand rested on the small of his back, as he leaned down, letting his mouth kiss again the hot burning head. His eyes fluttered, unable to stay open, as his mouth spread open, his tongue racing out to lick at the head. A long low murmur came from Chase, but Mike ignored it, as his own body was trembling with excitement. His first taste of a cock was more than he had hoped it would be. It was making him giddy, making him desire and crave more, and soon Mike’s tongue was licking at the huge pole, as if it was a popsicle.

He licked, and kissed, while the moans grew louder behind him. The hand continued to try and press his head down, to move it over the cock and finally he gave in to the hard pressure. His mouth opened, as he lowered his head, the press of the hand urging him to go faster. He tried, feeling the hot flesh pass his lips, felt his teeth scrape the head, then he felt Chase squirm a little.

Mike pulled back, then wrapped his lips over his teeth, lowering his head again over the cock. He felt his mouth tighten around the throbbing pole, felt the loud groan more than heard it, as he filled his entire mouth with Chase’s cock. He could feel his throat protesting, feel himself gag a bit, but he ignored it. He forced his throat to open wider, to take the dripping cock head inside.

He felt his legs go taut, felt light-headed, as he swallowed more of Chase’s cock. He felt the veins throb as they passed his mouth, felt the head diving further into his throat, felt his muscles protesting, but he didn’t care. It was Chase’s cock, something he had always wanted, now could have. He wasn’t going to stop and slowly his throat gave in to his will. The muscles retracted, letting the cock slide in and out without protest. He felt his head moving up and down, felt his hands clutching at the balls, squeezing them, poking them. His arm around Chase drew inwards, making Chase lean into him.

Back and forth his head moved, licking and sucking at the cock. His other hand now kept rubbing the inside of Chase’s thighs, then the balls. He could hear the moans, but he wasn’t sure if they were his or Chases’. His body was suddenly tense, as the hips began to shove forward, then pull back. He felt the cock moving faster inside his mouth, and his nose was poking hard into the soft belly as he heard Chase’s voice, heard him say something, but he didn’t understand.

The cock in his mouth jerked from side to side. The head banged into his throat side, then it felt like it was pulling out, but instead it suddenly sprang forward. He felt Chase’s body stiffen for a second, felt the cock suddenly swell up and then his whole mouth was awash with something hot and salty. He gagged, his throat trying to close as the hot liquid filled him entirely. He swallowed by reflex, tasting the semi sweet, salty mixture slide downwards. Some began to drip out of from the corners of his mouth, as he felt the hard press of Chase’s entire groin into his head.

The hand on his head, jerked, then suddenly no longer held his head. His hair was a mess, dangling across his face even, as he felt the throbbing cock growing then shrink, then grow again, then shrink again. Each time it shrunk, more of the hot liquid would pour into his mouth, most of it now flowing out from his lips.

He was panting as finally he pulled back, his stomach rumbling. He had swallowed some, but not all of the cum. It was his first real taste, and it was a strange feeling, as he licked his lips, raised his head, and leaned on his hands. His legs were numb as he slowly struggled to shift them onto the bed, moving himself upwards, so he could be level with Chase.

The room was spinning as he felt a hand reach out and circle around him, under his chin. He felt himself being drawn down, and soon he was feeling Chase’s breath on his face. He could see strange dots of colors before his eyes, as his body was still trembling. He was trying to assimilate it all, when he felt the lips on his, felt the tongue lick out and then he was on top of Chase once more. His whole body was over him, and he felt the quivering, felt the shaking.

‘I want you in me’

His heart was racing, as he lifted his head a little, to stare into Chase’s face. It was as he had heard, he could see it in the eyes, the way Chase was pleading with him. Mike wanted nothing more than to do as Chase asked, despite the fear that was rising up again. Chase just looked at him, the eyes pleading.

‘ Condoms are in the first drawer’

He sat back, his hands on Chase’s arm, seeing that look of confidence, of desire. His own face was grinning, as he turned around, to fumble with the drawer. He felt the box, and pulled it out, letting it rest on the night table. Mike could feel Chase watching, as he opened the box, taking out a strip of Condoms . He held them in one hand, turning slightly to look at Chase.

‘I uh… you sure?’

The eyes sparkled, the head nodded as a hand came up, taking the Condoms and Mike watched as Chase put one package in his mouth, ripping it off the strip, tossing the others back towards the night table. Still holding the package in his teeth, he ripped it open, and lifted himself up, to stare down at Mike’s crotch, at his fully erect cock.

‘Oh yeah, I am sure’ he said, as he reached down to grab hold of Mike’s cock.