Just Mike

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Mike pulled open the massive door, and he heard the loud music blaring. His ears rang as he stepped inside, to see a burly bald headed man standing off to one side. The guy looked mean, and was built like a frigging linebacker for some NFL team. His arms were crossed, and he wore a tight black t-shirt that seemed a dozen sizes too small for his huge frame. The eyes were looking right at him, and he felt the fear inside, as he moved in, and saw the glance he got from the bulky man.

He hadn’t stepped in more than two or three steps, when the man’s cold voice stopped him dead in his tracks. The guy had a harsh tone as he held his hand, while speaking ‘ID’ and nothing more.

Mike fumbled with his wallet, as he took out his driver’s license and handed it to the burly man. He saw the guy glance at, then up at him. He watched as his cold eyes stared at him, then handed him back the license.

‘This is a gay bar, you know that kid?’

He just nodded. The door opened and two more young looking guys walked in, holding hands too. He gulped as they smiled at the big bouncer, who suddenly grinned at them, greeting them in a friendly voice. The two grinned and then glanced over at him. One smiled and as they walked towards where the blaring music was coming from, he turned towards the bouncer, saying ‘fresh meat’ and laughed.

He gulped because he knew exactly what they meant. It was his first time venturing this far into the lifestyle he knew was his, but had been afraid to explore until now.

Mike had known for a long time that he preferred guys over girls. Way back before he was even sixteen, but until now, at the old age of 19, he had done nothing about it. Sure, he had the odd girlfriend in High School, but that was out of necessity, not desire. He wasn’t an idiot, and kept his secret well hidden. No one thought he was queer, but then he wasn’t a geek or nerd. He liked Chess, but tried out for the football team instead.

He made it too, wasn’t bad but never first string. It kept him out of the limelight, kept him safe. While the locker room was a nightmare, listening to the fag jokes, to the hoots and hollers about this one or that one, about this conquest or that, he stayed in the shadows. Still, all those naked studs, created problems for him, that he somehow managed to keep hidden. Just like everything in his life, he kept it to himself.

Now, he was about to change that. He was taking his biggest risk so far, coming to this place. As he came closer to the loud music, he could hear the buzz of conversations and voices over the music. People were walking past him and he could feel the eyes of the bouncer watching him. It made him sweat a little, as he wiped his hands on his pants. His nerves were ramped way up there, waiting to blow, or so it felt. His mouth was dry and yet there was a sense of excitement that he couldn’t quite explain.

Stepping into the main room, he saw the crowd. The bar was off to one side, long and full of all sorts of people sitting, drinking. To his right was nothing but tall tables, without chairs. People were all gathered around them, various glasses and bottles littered them all. He sucked in his breath, and moved in searching for a place to stand, or sit. He thought about the bar, but it looked too full, too many people and he could feel his sweat trickling down his back. Mike wiped his forehead with his hand, staring at all the men. From young guys his age, to balding old men looking like they had just come from the Civil War era, this place seemed to have them all.

Some wore jeans, clean and pressed, others with patches and faded from too many washes. Others were in dress pants, some even in shorts. Many in t-shirts, others in dress shirts. Some buttoned to the neck, others showing more skin than he ever showed in the locker room. It was unreal as he found a spot off to one side, wedged into a corner.

Mike stared at the people going by, at the waiters moving through the crowd, drink trays held up high as they seemed to dance through the crowds, dropping drinks off here and there like some mystical dance. How they could remember who got what seemed amazing, as he stared at them. Most wore tight jeans, tight shirts. They all looked to be his age, maybe a few years older, but none of them looked to be over 22 or 23.

Settling back against the wall, he began to survey the guys. He felt like he could hold his own over those that he saw. Mike never considered him a looker, not like Chase or Adam were. They had it all, the bodies, the look, and the talent too. Both were great football players, and they weren’t stupid either. They scored well in class, and every female in the school sought them out. He was certain some guys did too, by the way some would stare at Chase or Adam. It made him feel a kinship to them, but he never pursued it. Too risky, but they never glanced at him that way, which was just fine. He never wanted that kind of attention.

Though, as he looked around, he didn’t think he was aiming too high. While he wished someone like Chase or Adam would be attracted to him, he was a realist. He had a good body, not too skinny or too muscular. His legs were long, his arms beefy, not flabby. His face was lean, to match his weight and height too. His hair was a golden brown, more than blond, but it was neatly cut, hung just below his ears. His eyes were a soft milk chocolate brown, not that anyone had really ever commented on them. Well, okay Dena had, but she was looking for sex and would have said anything to get laid.

‘What cha having?’

The question seemed to have come out of thin air. He felt a sudden fear as he turned to stare into the face of a short young man. His eyes were a deep blue, that seemed constantly shifting around. He was cute though, and obviously already looking past him.

‘Uh, beer, whatever is on tap’ He replied, proud of adding that last bit. He thought it made him seem knowledgeable, even though he wasn’t. It was what he had heard in the locker room, when Chase would be talking about his latest bar hopping, as he had called it.

The waiter merely nodded, already moving past him towards a group ahead of him. His eyes watched as he moved, noticing how his butt would shake, and how tight his pants were. He also noticed how many of the eyes would turn to stare at those firm cheeks. Looking, he realized how much he wished he wasn’t such a wimp. He also realized how turned on he was getting, from staring at the waiter’s firm butt as he moved around.

Following him through the crowd wasn’t easy. He lost sight of him several times, but found others that drew his attention. He could feel his attraction, by the shifting of his cock inside his own tight jeans. It was strange, to stand there, feeling aroused and not have to worry about anyone spotting it.

He began to relax a little and look around, more closely. Mike was like a kid in a candy store, as he saw so many that got him excited, got him thinking about things other than being careful. His eyes were all over, and a couple of times he saw a tall blond moving through the crowd. The way he was so comfortable, as he moved from table to table, as if he knew them all. He looked familiar too, in a sort of weird way. The hair was longish, but had a sort of ragged cut to it. Layered, he thought they called it, but it seemed to suit the guy’s head. Mike tried to watch as he moved around, saw the way his upper body was etched in black by the tight fitting shirt he wore.

He wished he would turn around though, but what he had seen had really gotten him aroused. Mike had never felt that hard before, well okay once or twice, but that was when he would let his thoughts turn to Chase. He had hair like that, which is maybe why he kept trying to find him in the crowd. Chase was Mike’s ideal man. He had it all, the looks, the voice, the face, the body. It was enough to make him crazy, and when in the locker room, as much as he wanted to stare, he didn’t. He simply didn’t trust himself, but this guy, damn he could stare all he wanted. No one would mind, no one would call him faggot or queer.

He was rather glad he had the nerve to enter the bar. It had taken him some time too. Mike had walked around the block several times, before pulling the door open. Now he was glad he did, as he stood there, enjoying the festival of men that paraded past. His eyes lost sight of the tall blonde, but found a nice looking dark haired guy who was just as cute, just as hot. He licked his lips as he watched the guy bend over, saw how his ass filled the jeans, looking so inviting. He also saw someone reach over and pat the ass, which made him squirm a little. Christ, he’d love to have the nerve to do that, hell, to have someone do it to him.

‘It’s Mike isn’t it?’

The voice startled him. He recognized it, or thought he did, as his head jerked around to stare up into a pair of soft blue eyes. The long blond hair layered had a lock over one eyes, that the young man brushed aside by a flick of his head.

‘Mike, right? 2^nd string wide out at George Jefferson High?’

He gulped and just nodded. His tongue seemed to suddenly have grown, filling his mouth, making it impossible to speak. His eyes were wide open, as he stared, feeling like his whole life had just been exposed.

‘Thought so, you here alone?’

‘Uh, yeah’

‘That sucks, why not come join us over at the front?’

‘Us? Uh, well, I uh… okay, sure you don’t uh, mind?’

‘Hell no, more the merrier, come on, the show is about to start.’

Mike picked up his beer, and did his best to follow the tall blond. He felt hands brush past his ass, felt a few even brush past his crotch but all he could think about was that he must have died and gone to heaven. It was almost as if his wildest dreams had suddenly come true. He pushed along, his eyes never leaving Chase’ back. Every few steps, he would glance down, see that perfect butt and then lift back up, to see him moving effortlessly through the crowd. Even the idea of there being a show had not yet registered. All he could think of, was that was Chase, and he never had a clue.

He also felt suddenly nervous. What if this was a sham, what if Chase was here to find others, to maybe out on them? Shaking his head, he tried to calm down. He was being paranoid. After all, no straight guy would come into this place, and stay. Plus, he had a table at front, no straight guy would do that. He’d be off hiding, if he was just here to snoop.

Finally they broke free of the throng of people, and came to a table with four or five others around. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he recognized them all from school. They all looked up as Chase grabbed a chair from somewhere, placing it next to the empty one, which seemed to be his.

‘Hey you all know Mike?’

Everyone nodded, which seemed incredulous to him. He doubted if many knew him, yet they all greeted him, said hello even, and smiled too. It was like being in the entrance to the locker room, where the so called ‘in crowd’ always met before going inside. Now he was sitting with them, around a table in a gay bar. Life either was playing one hell of a cruel trick on him, or he had died and gone to heaven.

Sitting down, he had a good view of the stage, but better than that, he was close enough to smell Chase. His aroma, his scent was unbelievable. There was the smell of his shampoo, the smell of his body wash, and his cologne, that seemed to just make him feel unbelievably happy. Then too, there was the closeness, the feel of his warmth too, and the odd touch of their thighs. It was closer than he had ever been, and it effected him strangely.

He could feel his erection pressing on the pants, feel it threatening to burst his zipper, but he didn’t care. Not like in the locker room, where he did his best not to look, not to feel. Here, he felt like it would be okay, if he let himself feel, and judging by his body’s reaction, he certainly was doing that. It also made him nervous, as he kept glancing around, wondering how he had missed so much. Not once, had he thought that these guys were gay, not once did he suspect. Yet here they were, so it had to be true.

‘You come here often?’

He turned towards Adam, saw him staring at him, and he felt his mouth going dry. The guy was hot, not as hot as Chase, but damn close. He had his arm around Mark, another of the first string players. They seemed like a couple, which surprised him.

‘Uh, no, no this is my first time’

‘You got a boyfriend?’

Mike lowered his head as he answered ‘Me? Uh, no, no one special’ He felt suddenly in the spotlight, as everyone was watching him. His palms were sweaty again, but he was afraid to wipe them on his legs, being so close to Chase.

‘Leave him alone Adam, not everyone wants to be tied down to a ball and chain like you, even if it is a cute ball.’

The others laughed as the guy next to Adam just grinned and patted Adam on the top of his head. Adam grinned back, and to Mike’s surprise, turned and kissed the other guy full on the lips. Adam leaned back in his chair as he stared out at the others, his eyes focused on Chase.

‘Least I don’t go home alone.’

The sound of a drum roll stopped the conversation. Everyone suddenly turned their attention to the stage, where a spotlight now glared out and the room lights dimmed even more. A woman seemed to appear, that made Mike’s heart stop for a second or two. It was the last thing he expected to see in a gay bar, until he took a closer look. It really wasn’t a woman, but a guy dressed up to the nine’s in female clothing. Even his voice had a huskiness to it as he welcomed everyone to the club, and proceeded to introduce the first act of the show.

Mike couldn’t believe his eyes as a tall man slowly made his way to the stage, to a round of applause. He was fully dressed, and looked damn hot. The lady left as the music began to play, and slowly the young man began to dance. He moved across the stage gracefully, his body looking rather hot, but not as hot as Chase’s.

As the music got faster and louder, the dancer began to slowly remove some of his clothes. Mike’s eyes popped open wider, but not from the strip tease in front. It was from the sudden press of a hand on his own thigh. He licked his lips, not daring to turn around, as the hand on his thigh began to caress it.

He knew it was Chase, as he felt the hand move over to rest next to his groin. His body was trembling, his eyes watching the young man shake and turn, all the time wondering about the hand on his thigh. He could feel the fingers pressing down, feel them slowly push at his leg.

Everyone in front of him had their eyes glued to the man stripping. No one could see under the table, as he felt Chase’s hand moving slowly more towards his crotch. He turned his head, to see Chase looking at him. He saw the eyes peering at him, the lips curled into a small warm smile. He smiled back, and as he did he felt the hand slide up and rest on his crotch. His body shuddered, as he realized just how excited he was. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, as the hand began to gently push and prod at his crotch. Mike swallowed hard, turning away from Chase’s face. He knew he’d blow it if he didn’t, but the hand never left his crotch.

The hand moved up, he felt the fingers rubbing on his belly, pushing at his shirt. He could feel increased pressure too. Every nerve in his body was on edge now, fully awake. His blood was becoming hot as it rushed everywhere inside. He had trouble looking ahead, his eyes growing clouded from the sweat dripping off his forehead, as Chase continued to caress his belly.

He felt his lungs collapse, pushing the last of his air out, as Chase’s fingers moved under his shirt, pushing lightly inside to let the tips rest on his bare skin. He could feel the tightness in his chest, as he stared ahead, enjoying the attention, but frightened of it too. His body was stunned, but enjoying it.

As the music continued to blare, the dancer continued to discard pieces of clothing, Mike barely seemed to notice any of it. All he could do was hear the roaring of his heart thundering in his ears. His body was tense, as the hand inside of his shirt moved out, and began to push at his pants, to play with his button. Swallowing hard, he felt the button pop, and his eyes suddenly grew wide like saucers. His head twisted around, staring to see if anyone else had noticed, but they were all glued to the dancer on the stage.

With his button undone, he felt the zipper slide down a bit. As it did, the hand moved inside, the fingers ignored his shorts, pushing under them as well. The touch of the hand on his belly, his groin was almost too much. He realized he was panting and fear took hold. He looked around, but saw no one paying attention to him. Quickly he glanced over at Chase, who was smiling, his eyes staring at him, then moving off to look at the stripper. The hand continued to push down inside of Mike’s pants. He felt the fingers searching as he sucked in more air.

His eyes were so clouded over from his sweat, that he had trouble seeing the stage. He wanted to wipe them clear, but was afraid to move, as he felt one of Chase’s finger tips touch his erect cock. His body shook, his legs were trembling as the finger tip slowly rubbed along part of his throbbing cock shaft. His balls were aching, his buttocks was clenched tight, as Chase just slowly ran his finger along the hot flesh.

He looked away from the stage, staring at Chase. His tongue flicked out, licking his dry lips. Chase was staring at him now, intent on reaching further into Mike’s pants. The eyes were sparkling, as he put his whole hand down the opened pants, the fingers reaching for his cock, touching and wrapping around it. Mike was astonished as he felt the hand around his cock, was stunned as he felt his body quiver. The waves of pleasure at this first ever experience was making him drool a little.

For a second he though he saw Adam turn and stare at him, but when he looked, Adam was resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. His attention was on the show, and Mike looked back at Chase. His eyes were staring at him, the lips curled into a semi smile, his nostrils were flaring, as Chase’s hand began to slide a little forward, then back. He felt the knuckles, felt the hard fingers press into his groin. He wanted to scream, but all he could allow was a small little whimper.

His legs were numb, and one kicked out in a spasm. His head was foggy as Chase moved his hand upwards, Mike’s shorts stretching to accommodate the hand, and his hard cock. Mike didn’t know how to move, what to do, as he felt his body trembling. He could feel it, feel his balls aching, feeling the strange elation that was soaring inside, and he closed his eyes, his lips shut tight. He bit down on his lower lip, as his body was no longer his to command. Mike felt the hand pulling on his taut skin, felt the heat, felt the desire too. He let out a small sigh, biting it off, as it escaped his lips.

The hand suddenly grew tighter, and he felt his whole groin jerk and then jerk again. His body was in torment, the ache inside almost too much, as he realized he had cum. It made him open his eyes wide, afraid and terrified that others would know. His body was tense, as he felt the last of his cum dribbled out.

He wanted to turn, to look at Chase, but the fear was too much. The hand inside of his pants, slowly let go. The pressure of the fingers lessened and finally Mike turned his face. His eyes bulged as he felt Chase take his hand out of Mike’s shorts. He stared in amazement as Chase’s eyes seemed so alive, so sparkling. His own head was throbbing, unbelieving what had just happened. Mike could taste the blood from his bitten lip, as Chase leaned over to him, and whispered into his ear.

‘I have the house to myself.’ Chase then gave him a small kiss on his cheek. Mike turned, looking into Chase’s eyes, feeling elated, thinking that dreams do come true.

Payback

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

His finger hovered over the send key. His eyes were dark and moody as he stared at his finger, watched it twitch and shake as he thought about all that would happen, once he hit that one little ‘send’ button. It wasn’t that he was afraid, no one would be able to tell it was him, even if they did trace the email to this computer. It was at an internet café, one he wasn’t known for frequenting, so they couldn’t trace him that way. He used cash to pay for his time, so no credit card to trace either.

The pictures never showed any birthmarks, or facial shots of him, just the other guys, so again they wouldn’t be able to trace it to him. Course the four jocks could point to him, but then what proof did they have? It would also mean they’d have to admit that it was them in the pictures and videos. Besides, by the time it got around, even if they knew it was him, he’d be on a plane heading to Europe, and it would be years before he’d even think of returning to this hateful little town.

His finger steadied as he thought about the last year of High School. 18 and a Senior was supposed to be a high light in one’s life, but all he felt was disgust and disappointment. School had been a nightmare, having to walk the halls with people sneering, people who were once his friends, turning away from him as he approached. That was the routine, day in and day out, except for the gang of four.

They went out of their way to make his life a living hell. They weren’t satisfied with just sneering, but they took every opportunity to ridicule him, to deride him. Not one day did they let his being gay go unnoticed during the school day. Whether in class, in the cafeteria or hallways, they made it a point to seek him out, and torment him. The teachers did nothing, even when he complained to them. They would simply say it was nothing but harmless teasing.

Harmless Hell, he hated getting up in the morning, hated the thought of going to school, but he did. He even managed to score high on all the academics, which is why he was leaving. He had scored high enough to go to any University in the world, and he was taking that opportunity. Anywhere but in his own country had been his goal, and he had succeeded, but he wanted to leave a present for those ‘special friends’. He wanted his revenge.

Clayton stared down, wishing that he could be around to see everyone’s faces when they got the email, saw the pictures and videos of their heroes sucking cock, begging for it up the ass. It is what had gotten him through the entire spring, the idea of getting even with Russ, Bradley, Chase, and Skylar.

They were all big men on campus, simply because they played football. The whole town seemed to worship at their feet, for that reason only. Granted, Skylar was not like the other three, even though he was their leader. It was Chase who was the worse, always looking for ways to torment whoever he felt like picking on. Problem was, he liked picking on Clayton, but he also sure liked having his cock sucked every damn Friday night.

During football season, he wanted a damn site more, and he made Clayton do it, for fear of worse hazing if he didn’t. He never understood the other three, who would get a kick out of it, of watching him get on his knees, and take Chase’s cock out of his pants, and suck it, till Chase would shoot his cum.

They all claimed to be 100% straight, but they’d watch him suck the big guy off, play with his balls, and then let him shoot his cum all over his face. When he’d open his eyes, to see Chase slowly getting his breath back, he’d notice how the other two, Russ and Bradley had their dicks out and they’d come close to him, to shoot their own cum onto his face, his hair, or where ever they could.

Once they were all finished, they’d pull their pants up, and smirk at him, call him names, ask him if he liked real man milk, then Chase would push him away, telling him how disgusting he was with a sneer on his face. Yet it was his cock that he had sucked, so it made no sense to him.

Skylar, he was different. He never pushed him away after, nor did he call him names after either. He would smirk in the hallways, taunt him even, but to be honest, Skylar never really degraded him like the others. He was the captain of the team, the one who could have put a stop to it if he wanted, but he never seemed to have the guts for that. Still, he was also the only other one who would have Clayton suck him. Though for most of the times, it was just the two of them. Rarely did he let the others watch, and Clayton never understood that.

Then too, he never understood how supposed straight guys, would not only let him suck them, but get fucked by him too. Skylar actually was the only one he fucked, Chase was different. He would be the top, and when he fucked Clayton, it was always painful, but thankfully he used a condom each time. Still, if they were straight, how in hell could they do anything like that with another guy?

In the back of his mind, he was pretty certain that Skylar was gay, or at least bi. No way would some straight stud take it up the ass like Skylar did, nor would they moan and show such enjoyment either. Chase would just grunt, like an ape. In some ways, Clayton thought of him as one.

He was a lot hairier than most of the others in School. His body hair was all over, even all down his back. His legs were almost like a forest it was so covered by body hair. When he would bend Clayton over, there was never any preliminary stuff. He would simply stroke his cock, get it hard, unroll a condom over it, while making rude comments to Clayton. Then he would slap his ass hard, several times, then move in, wedge his cock up near the small of Clayton’s back, slide it down till it was firmly up against Clayton’s hole, then simply push in.

It hurt like fucking hell too, at first. He would cry out as the hard cock would slice past his hole, making his body shake as the pain would race up his spine. He would cry out, which earned him a grunt from the ape behind him. Russ and Bradley would be there, laughing and telling Chase to pound him harder, to show him who was master.

He would too. He would ram his cock in and out as fast as he could. His hands would hold onto Clayton’s hips, digging in till they hurt as much as the fucking hurt. His body would ache, he would cry, as he stood there, bent over taking the cock. In and out it would go, like a huge missile, until he could hear the panting and feel Chase’s sweat dripping off his forehead onto Clayton’s back.

Then he would know it was nearly over. Chase would begin to huff, his grunts would come faster, and the dick inside of him would be moving at lightning speed. It would go in and out as fast as it could, Chase’s balls would slap up against his butt cheeks, the sound making Brad and Russ whoop, and then he’d hear that shriek, that cry that sounded like some sick cat.

He’d feel the cock inside of him shiver, feel it jerk and twist a little, then it would suddenly be rammed hard as far as possible inside, and he’d feel it quiver. He’d feel the body behind shake, feel Chase tremble, as his cock unloaded its milk into the condom. He’d hear the panting, feel the weight of the muscle bound jock fall onto his body.

Then he’d see the others, they’d be standing in front of him, and he’d see them stroking their own cocks. Brad’s was rather puny really, but man did it hold a lot of cum. It was like watching a floodgate open, the way it would gush out. He always made it a point to aim his cock at his eyes, to shoot his cum above his lips, and he would always cum before Russ.

Russ had a bigger cock than Bradley, but not as big or thick as Chase’s. He would cum last, always. Unlike Bradley, he would just aim it towards Clayton, not caring were his cum fell. It was generally a single shot, before the rest merely dribbled out. But he made the most noise of the three when he came.

When they were finished, they’d come closer, wiping their semi hard cocks across his face, slapping him with the poles. It never hurt, but it was just one more thing for him to hate about them. The way they would act. Chase would have recovered by then, his breathing still a little ragged, as he’d pull out and pant for a minute, then after the other’s had slapped his face with their cocks, he’d push him onto his face. It was a hard push too, that would make him fall forward, and then they would all laugh, and leave.

It was the laughter that made him feel the hurt the most. Skylar, he was different, he never laughed or pushed him afterwards. Maybe that was why it was mostly just the two of them. At times, Clayton wondered if the other’s knew about all the times that Skylar would take him, or have him take him? He doubted if they knew, because when they’d fuck, none of the others would be around. When he had sucked Skylar off, maybe half the time the others had been around, but they never unzipped, never shot on him like they did when it was Chase getting the blow job.

The sex with Skylar wasn’t rough either. It was forced, but then he also knew that he would do it anyhow. He liked Skylar, who was your typical jock. He had the blond hair, the steely eyes, and the rugged handsome face. Also, he had the well built body to go with it all. He had a smile to die for too, one that made him look sweet and innocent. The perfect model of young male manhood, and from the moment he first saw him naked, he felt like he had found the perfect sex God.

Unlike the others, he was uncut. His cock when fully aroused was bigger than Chase’s cut one, and it was a damn sight thicker too. Still, when he would enter Clayton, it hurt but not like when Chase would fuck him. Skylar never rammed it in at first, he worked it in, until Clayton was comfortable with it. He would start off slow too, building up to that moment.

Once he put aside that it was not really his choice, he rather enjoyed the times with Skylar. It was never done under the bleachers, or in the locker room either. It was off in the park most of the time, and Skylar would always have a blanket. It was those little things that made him hesitate over the ‘send’ button.

In all honesty, Skylar had never really hurt him. He had fucked him, made him suck his cock, but he rather found doing Skylar exciting. At home, he would jerk off at times, to the memory of the last sex with Skylar. He would relive how he would undress himself, not fully erect either.

He would let Clayton suck on his cock, to get it hard enough so he could fuck. Skylar let him touch him, let him play with his foreskin until it was taut and pushed back. He loved the taste too, of the cock as he would suck on it, stroking it at times, pulling the skin back to let his tongue lick at the head. Then when Skylar was fully aroused, he would be the one to put the condom on.

Skylar would moan too, not grunt like some ape. His hands would rest on Clayton’s head while he sucked on the cock. It would guide him, but never really force him to take more. He never gagged when he sucked on Skylar’s cock. A few times, he even managed to play with the big balls that dangled underneath. Suck them too, which would make Skylar groan. It was obvious, he enjoyed the foreplay.

Being fucked by him, was just as rewarding. The way he would let Clayton lay on his back, lift his legs up in the air and hold them, while Skylar would get down on his knees, shuffle in close, his hard cock in his hand. He’d lean over, his hair dangling over Clayton’s face, then he would push his cock along Clayton’s valley, spreading his cheeks with it, until it lodged up against the hole.

He would look down at Clayton, a strange smile on his lips, as he would lightly press in, watching Clayton’s face for any sign of pain. He would feel his muscles around his hole resisting, but slowly giving in, as Skylar’s cock would continue to push inwards. He would feel that first rush of pain, and it would show on his face, as Skylar would stop then, letting his body get used to the feeling.

Then he’d push a bit more, and a bit more, until finally the head would slide past his hole, then again he’d wait. He would be breathing harder too, his nostrils would be flaring which excited Clayton a little. Then, still staring at Clayton, he would move his hips forward, guiding his cock further inside.

Once fully inside, he’d slowly move it out, then back in. It would be like for several thrusts, each one becoming a bit quicker than the one before. He would close his eyes then, as Skylar would begin to push harder, groan a bit more often as he would drive the cock deeper.

Drops of sweat would bead up on Skylar’s forehead, then drop down onto Clayton. He knew then that it would be soon. Skylar would begin to push faster, to drive the cock in deeper each time and eventually the groans became constant. The feeling of his throbbing cock inside would become enjoyable, the waves of pleasure racing up and down his whole body. He would shudder, as he took the huge cock as deep as possible. His own body would try to match the rhythm of Skylar’s and soon he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh. He could feel the jolts of their two bodies colliding at the butt. His cheeks would feel sticky as did Skylar’s groin.

He would begin to gyrate his hips every now and then, making his cock twist and turn. His balls would slap up against his buttocks, and Skylar would begin to moan a little. When he did, his body seemed to go faster, like kicking into overdrive. He felt the cock now ram into his body, nearly come out before racing back inside. He would moan too, his body enjoying the hard heavy pounding until his balls would ache, his own cock throb as he felt the pleasure rising inside of him. He would groan, and reach out and grab his cock, stroking it while Skylar pounded his butt.

It never took him long then, to feel his own cock stiffen and then explode. His cum would spurt through his clenched fist and all over his trembling belly, Some would splatter up too, and he knew Skylar could feel it. It made him pound him harder, faster, and soon after he had cum, Skylar would cry out, his whole body would stiffen, and his legs would shoot out, All the weight now centered on his crotch.

He felt like a jack hammer had been let go inside his ass. Skylar would be groaning and moaning, as he would be driving the cock hard into Clayton, then it would end quickly. His whole body would suddenly tremble first, then the cock inside would jerk back a little, then rear forwards. Clayton would feel Skylar’s deep hard thrust forward, and he could feel the cock throbbing inside of him, feel it shooting even, despite the condom. He felt it all, and soon Skylar would be on top of him, panting. His own legs would be spread apart, his knees up in the air, but his feet on the ground, as Skylar would be on top of him.

They would lay there for several minutes, panting and feeling the air cool their sweat soaked bodies. Eventually Skylar would get off him, and give him a strange look, then simply get dressed. It would all be over then, and he would make his way home, and Skylar would head off to where ever jocks went at night. Still, it always felt like he wanted to stay something, but never did.

Looking at his finger, Clayton moved it away from the ‘send’ button, and hit the ‘delete’ button instead. He wouldn’t have minded sending it, if not for Skylar. Besides, there were other ways of paying those others back. He smiled, as he left the cafe.

Hazing

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kyle was puffing as he did the last circuit of the track. His eyes were hurting from the sweat that was dripping across and his lungs were burning from all the exertion. Despite all that he felt not too bad, given it was his first day of football practice. Then too, he was lucky to have Billy jogging in front of him. That alone, made it all worth while.

They were both Seniors and while he had celebrated his eighteenth birthday months ago, Billy had just had his not even two weeks ago. Yet this was his first football practice, and Billy was the star of the team. He had been playing ever since Kyle could recall, and was why he had been so determined over the summer to get in shape and actually try out for the team.

The idea of being in the same locker room as Billy had made many of his nights wet. Billy was your typical small town teenager. His family weren’t wealthy, didn’t have glorified jobs or positions. They were simple country people, who worked their farm as best as they could. Looking at Billy, you could tell that he worked the farm as well. No easy life for him, as his body rippled with muscles gained from tossing bales of hay, from hard farm work. His hair wasn’t long either, but it had a natural curl to it that made Kyle want to just reach out and grab a hand full of it.

Billy was tall, full bodied too. He had long muscular looking legs, and in his shorts you could see the muscles flex as he jogged around the field. He was the team Captain, and leader too. Also the most popular kid in school. Everyone knew him, and he knew them, but he wasn’t like some of the others. He wasn’t full of himself, and always had a smile for those he met. Even Kyle, which had made him Kyle’s hero.

Kyle had hated the idea of moving from the city to here. His father had been transferred to the local feed plant just outside of town. It was a promotion actually and at first he had hated it. However, as time went on, he got accustomed to it. To begin with he actually had a backyard, one that seemed endless and then there was Billy.

First time he had seen Billy, he had felt his body shake. It wasn’t that he was a virgin either, and it was the one fear he had. That out in the sticks, he’d never get any ass, plus he figured most were red necks, and homophobic. It was scary times too, because he didn’t want to broadcast his gayness. The instant he had spotted Billy, his thoughts went from worry of discovery, to hope.

He had spent most of his time, bulking up and dreaming about today. The long lonely jogs in the morning, the weight lifting, had become his routine, which pleased his father, worried his mother, but he didn’t care. He had this strange notion that if he made the team, Billy would do more than just nod at him in passing. There was something in his eyes, that seemed to encourage him in his dream, but he had hardly spoken a dozen words to Billy. Still, it didn’t stop him and now here he was, not the same skinny runt that had moved from the city.

Last year hadn’t been easy. He hadn’t made any friends, and it seemed like everyone just ignored him. Even when he would stop at the local café, classmates would ignore him. Hell, the surprise on the Coach’s face when he had shown up for tryouts told him that no one had really noticed him. The team in the locker room had just stared, and their conversation had been muted. It was like he was still a leper, despite being around for over a year. Even Billy looked away, but then what else could he do? He couldn’t welcome him without risking a backlash, or so he told himself.

He did a lot of that, telling himself that if he could just get to be alone with Billy, that they could become friends. In the back of his mind, he knew he was hoping for the impossible. Billy might nod at him, but then he did to everyone. He might smile, but it really wasn’t directed at him, but someone behind him. Still, he had endured the early morning hours, the struggle with boring training, just so he could be on the same field as Billy.

As they rounded the corner, he couldn’t help but notice the firm buttocks. His eyes had naturally found their way to stare at Billy’s rear as they did the mandatory laps. The way the flesh jiggled and moved in rhythm to the easy loping gait that Billy had. How he kicked his legs out, taking long easy strides all impressed Kyle. Billy was a natural runner, his long legs, those bulging muscles, just seemed to give him a natural grace. His eyes couldn’t get enough of it, nor could his mind. His fantasies were raging inside, and he could feel the strain on his cup as they headed towards the showers and locker room.

In the back of his mind, he knew this would be the most dangerous time. To see Billy nude, to see him soap his perfect body up with soap would be tough to endure, without giving away his secret. If only he could make friends with him, maybe work out with him. But as he followed him into the tunnel, towards the locker room, he knew it was just a dream. Still, he had hope, and as he slowly entered the locker room his mind was elsewhere.

Kyle didn’t notice the two burly guys on either side as he followed Billy into the room. His first awareness was when their large meaty hands grabbed hold of his upper arms. He felt the vice like grips as he sputtered out some cry of pain, some surprise at being held. His head twisted to either side, to see each of the guys had wicked looking grins plastered on their faces. He turned to stare outwards, and noticed that Billy was now facing him. He too had one of those evil looking grins on his face as he welcomed the rookie.

He had said it an a long drawl, exaggerated for his benefit. He felt uneasy as Billy looked around, asking the others what they should do with him. The others began shouting suggestions, each one making him struggle a little, until finally Billy held up his hand, and walked over to him. He looked straight into his face, and licked his lips as he put a finger under Kyle’s chin, lifting up his face.

‘You want to be a part of this team rookie?’

He just nodded, which made Billy smile. It was a strange smile, and the glint in his eyes frightened him, but he nodded once more. Billy smiled, and suddenly Kyle was let go. He was standing there, as Billy looked at him, as the rest of the team hooted, and wished him luck, and then suddenly he realized that he was basically alone.

Billy just stood there, as the others went on with getting dressed, and as they each left, they patted him on the head, wishing him luck, and grinning. It was an evil grin, that made him shake each time he noticed it. Soon, he noticed that only two others were left in the Locker Room. One was Tyler, who seemed to always be at Billy’s side. He wasn’t as tall, but was solid looking. The other player left was Conrad. Both were always with Billy, and they now stood on either side of him, staring at him. He didn’t know what was coming, but once more Billy asked if he wanted to be a part of the guys, the team. It had an eerie tone to it, but he quickly nodded, not sure what was going to happen.

Tyler was grinning, as Billy explained that what happened next, would be never talked about. He told him that if he did talk, he’d be the most hated student in school, and worse, the rest of the guys would make sure his time at school, and in town, would be the worst times of his life. It was said softly, but he felt like it was being shouted. He swallowed hard, wondering what they had in store for him, wondering if he could handle whatever they were going to do. He just nodded, as they continued to warn him, and make sure he was willing.

Despite his fear, he felt strangely excited. Maybe this was his chance? Maybe now he would finally become part of the group, not be ignored around town, or in the hallways. It was a hope too, that maybe now, Billy would do more than just nod at him.

They ordered him to strip off his equipment, and as he did, he noticed they also quickly undressed. He couldn’t help but feel excited as he saw all three of them strip down to their jock straps. He stood up, wearing his jock strap, but quickly bent down to remove it when Tyler ordered him to take it off. He obeyed quickly, wondering what was next.

His eyes bulged as he watched Conrad go to his locker, and take out three rather thick branches. Each one was clean of any bark and he handed one to each of the others, then turned and smirked at Kyle.

‘First off Rookie, you need to know who is in charge on this team. Get out of those pads and strip naked, then go lean on the wall by the shower. Come on, hurry it up’

Conrad’s voice was a bit shrill, but Kyle did as he was told. He felt the cold cement on the palms of his hands as he was told to spread his legs apart. He did as ordered, watching as the others all came closer, a switch in their hands. He knew they were going to whip his ass, but when the first whack hit his soft buttocks, he yelped out in pain.

It was from Conrad, and he twisted his head to look over his shoulder as he saw Tyler walk up. He took his hand way back over his shoulder, and then brought it down hard. The sound of the wood striking his flesh made him cry out again, and he felt the pain racing up his spine. It hurt like hell, was way harder than the first one as he bit his lower lip. Then his eyes bulged as he saw Billy step up.

He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t as Billy raised his hand, showing his muscles. His eyes bulged as he saw how high he had raised the switch, then he heard the swish as Billy brought it down and level with his ass. The strike echoed in the room, and his whole body lurched, feeling the pain. Immediately after, he felt the warmth too, and his cock began to stiffen.

‘Look he likes it Billy’

He didn’t move a muscle as he heard Tyler’s voice. He saw him over his shoulder, saw him pointing at his groin, knowing that he was pointing to his erection. Tears were dribbling down his face, as Conrad blocked his view. He heard the swish again, felt the hard smack on his cheeks. Then it was Tyler’s turn, and he could hear him still chuckling as he ran the switch across his cheeks, feeling himself tremble as Tyler ran the tip lightly across.

Then he felt the switch move under his buttocks, to tickle his dangling balls. He felt himself suck in his breath as Tyler continued to lightly run the switch over his sac, then push them aside. He felt the tip graze his cock then move back over his balls, and then up underneath. It brushed over the root of his cock, then went between his cheeks. Sucking in his breathe more, he felt himself tremble. His legs were shaking, as were his arms as Tyler ran the switch up his valley, lightly touching his hole.

Kyle felt the ache, felt the strange excitement rising inside, as Tyler continued to lightly touch him with the switch. He heard the heavy panting of everyone in the room. He kept still, his head turned towards the wall, as Tyler let the tip of the switch rest on his hole. Part of him wanted him to go further, another part was petrified that he would.

‘He likes it Billy’

‘Seems so, maybe we should see how much he does like it.’

Kyle didn’t know what to do as they talked. He kept his head down, his legs were quivering as he felt the pressure increase on his hole. He felt his cock jerk, and then the pain came. The end of the switch was wedged tightly up into his hole, then slowly he felt it move around, as Tyler told him to not move a muscle.

Slowly his body relaxed, used to the feel of the tip against the very inside of his hole. Then suddenly he felt it move, felt it move inwards, past his muscles. He groaned as Tyler began to push the switch in, to let it slide into his rectum. His body shuddered as the switch then pulled out. A hard whack across his cheeks startled him, making him cry and he forgot about the strange insertion.

Then it was Billy’s turn and he felt the tip of his switch, as it too began to run along his buttocks. It went down, along the valley to his hole, but it didn’t stop at his hole. It went down and along his balls, then he saw the legs come closer. He wanted to look up, to look over his shoulder, but he didn’t dare. He felt the closeness of his hero and felt his body tense up.

The touch of Billy’s hand on his lower back made him shiver. He felt the long fingers reach down, and take hold of the inside of one cheek, pulling it open. He gritted his teeth, unsure if he should protest or not. At the same time he felt another hand come and take hold of his other cheek, and he felt the air waft across his open body. He felt his cheeks try to contract, but they were held wide apart.

A wet finger was suddenly placed above his balls, and it moved slowly up his valley. He shuddered, as the finger touched his hole, and circled it, then slowly began to move inwards. The press of the tip soon passed inside and he held his breath. His lungs ached as he felt the finger slowly move further inside. He didn’t make a sound, as Billy slowly pushed his finger further into his body. Soon he felt the knuckle between his cheeks and then Billy began to move his finger in and out.

He let out a small groan, a sigh really, as Billy began to prod his insides. He felt another finger resting near his hole, then suddenly it was inserted with the other. He groaned louder, but didn’t lift his head up. He felt the two fingers dig into his hole, slide slowly past his muscles.

He felt the knuckles as Billy’s fist was pressing up against his hole. He felt his body lurch a little to the hard press, then it eased as Billy began to pull out, but before the fingers were out, he stopped, and leaned in. Kyle felt his body against his, and trembled. Billy’s hot breath blew across his back, and then the two fingers were driven hard up into him. A long moan escaped his lips, and then Billy was once more pulling them out, then driving them inwards.

In and Out his hand went, and every now and then he would twist the fingers around while moving them in. He found himself moaning constantly as Billy fingered his hole hard and quick. Each thrust was quick, but when it was all in, he would feel him press even more, then slowly pull back, until just the tips were left inside.

His body shook as Billy fingered him for several minutes, or so it seemed. The feeling was unreal, and he heard himself panting in between his moans of pleasure. Then he felt Billy’s head near his, felt his breath on his ear as Billy whispered to him.

‘Want more Rookie? Tell me you want more.. tell me’

‘yes, yes, please, more, I want more’ he replied and then felt a third finger suddenly inserted into his hole. He cried out as Billy began to twist and curl his fingers as he drove them deep down into Kyle’s ass. His body was trembling when he felt a hand grabbing his cock.

The fingers held his hard cock tightly. They slowly moved up and down his cock shaft, making him quiver even more. He sucked in his breath as he heard someone spit, and then he felt the wet palm of someone’s hand slide down his cock. He groaned as the hand once more tightened its hold, and began to pump his cock.

His legs were growing numb, as Billy continued to dig his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass. He felt the hand stroking his throbbing cock, and now he felt another hand reaching for his nipples. He cried out as they pinched first one, then the other. It was a hard pinch, and didn’t stop. Back and forth the fingers went inside his ass, the hand stroking his cock, the other fingers pulling at his nipples. Kyle cried out, felt the pleasure mingle with the pain, and every now and then a hand would smack his ass cheeks. He was being fingered hard, and with each hard thrust inwards, his body would jerk forward. His cock was burning as he felt his balls aching. He knew he would cum soon, and it scared him. He struggled to not, to keep it from happening, but the more he tried to hold back, the harder the fingers worked his ass. The harder the hand stroking his cock grew, and the more painful the pinching of his nipples became. His body was rocking and he finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

He cried out that he was going to cum. Instead of it easing, the fingers inside his ass seemed to go faster. The hand stroking his cock was like a steel vice as it moved up and down his throbbing pole. The smacks on his ass cheeks became harder and he couldn’t hold back. His body refused to hold back, and he felt the back of his legs stiffen, felt the toes curl up as his balls slung up.

Kyle cried out, as his body jerked and shook. His whole body suddenly pushed back, then leapt forward as his cock released his milk. He heard the sudden intake of breath from someone, as the hand held his cock, while it shot load after load of his cum. His ass still shook from the last hard whack, and the three fingers were not pulling back, but digging in even deeper, massaging his insides.

As the last of his cum dribbled out, he felt his shoulder being wrenched and he was forced to stand up, and turn around. He found himself staring into Billy’s face. The eyes were like stars, the way they were twinkling but he felt the hard grip on his shoulder, and felt himself being led into the shower area. He was shoved to stand under a spray, and the water was turned on.

He was still shaking from his ejaculation when the water began to spray across his body. His eyes bulged as Billy and Tyler came closer, and took hold of him. Billy held him by the shoulders, then leaned in and began to fondle his nipples. His face was close to Kyle’s and he felt his breath on his face. Tyler was running his hands down Kyle’s body, the fingers exploring his groin, and more as all he could do was stare back at Billy.

‘I think you’ll make the team just fine Rookie.’

Kyle felt his cock jerk, and felt Billy’s hand taking it and yanking on it. He just smiled at Billy, enjoying the feel of his hand holding his cock.