Slamming it Home

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Jordan watched the batter swing, heard the loud smack echo and saw the ball go sailing. He was on his feet, willing the ball to make it over the fence, along with all the rest near him. They cheered as it just passed over the top, and then began to whistle and clap and stomp their feet, as the batter made his easy run along the bases. They were all happy, it was the end as his homerun was the winning run.

The entire student body was cheering, the band playing as Jordan sat back down, grinning and excited. After all, he knew just how important that hit was. Sure it won the game for their college team, but it was more than that. It was the classic bet, one he wanted Chad to win even. Mind you, even if he hadn’t hit the homer, Jordan still figured he’d be a winner, given the bet he had with Chad.

Course he wouldn’t be collecting that bet until much later. For now he knew Chad would be the toast of the college. He’d be swamped and more than likely have to tour a few after game victory parties, but that was okay. It would give him time to get ready, to reap his reward, so to speak. Grinning he began to make his way from the bleachers, towards his car and ultimately his tiny one room apartment off campus.

The apartment was a luxury he could barely afford, though Chad helped out when he could. Neither of them came from well off families, but they had made do. The apartment was a perk, and after their freshmen year, a necessity for them. It was too hard to get the same dorm room, not to mention that even then it wasn’t exactly safe. While the university frowned on their students living off campus, they managed.

Jordan wasn’t a jock, and how he and Chad had hooked up was still a bit like a fantasy to him. Despite being together for almost three years now, it still amazed him that Chad wanted him, and no one else. Hell, the guy was becoming a legend at the college, with his batting heroics, and other attributes. Plus, he wasn’t a slouch when it came to academics either, narrowly missing the Dean’s List last year, but well on track to making it this year. Chad was a giant, even if he was only five foot ten. He had the looks to match his success on the baseball diamond, and in the classroom.

He had an easy manner, that just made anyone talking to him fall for his charm. That lazy grin that would cross his face, the way his teeth would gleam to match the sparkle that was always in his eyes. It made him popular, and yet he didn’t seem effected by it. He was always worrying about saying the wrong thing, or hurting someone.

They had been to lunch, and people kept coming up to him, wanting to talk, to have him autograph something, and despite his food getting cold, he didn’t refuse anyone. It was his way, one of the many traits that made Jordan care so much for him. It was frustrating, to see all the attention he got, the adoration of some of the female students, but he put up with it. After all, Chad came to him when he needed affection, and even some of the guys who might be classed as threats, seemed uninteresting to Chad. Only Jordan seemed to be his focus, though he was certain no one knew.

It was a risk, that first year. The secret meetings in their dorm rooms, even the odd trip to the motel off campus had given them a scare at times. They worried about being caught, in a compromising situation. The college would definitely not accept that behaviour, but somehow they both seemed to ignore that, though it was never far from their thoughts.

Jordan drove carefully, stopping at a small convenience store to pick up some needed supplies. Condoms being the first selection, some of that new KY Warming Lube the second. Then it was just some bottled water, and other junk food most college students lived off of. He grinned at the way the cashier had been bubbling too, about how she had heard the game on the radio, and wasn’t that Chad a dream? He almost burst out laughing, knowing just how much of a dream he really was.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, he felt a strange unease. Something wasn’t right, but he shrugged it off as he walked into the darkened room, putting the small bag of essentials on the table and tossing his keys there as well. He closed the door and before he could turn around, he felt himself being grabbed.

Startled, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and twirled around like a little kid, and just before he was about to struggle, he smelled that cologne, that aroma that always got him horny. He felt the arms, and he knew it was Chad. For a little guy, he was no weakling. Jordon outweighed him by at least 20 pounds, and was a good two inches taller, but still Chad had managed to lift him up and twirl him around.

As he was put back onto his feet, he was turned around so he could stare into those dark sparkling eyes. Chad was standing there, grinning and before he could even say hello, he felt the young man’s lips pressing on his. He could smell the alcohol on his breathe, but he didn’t care as the kiss was a hard passionate one. Jordan felt the tongue forcing open his own thin pale lips, and diving inwards.

His body began to ache as Chad’s powerful arms held him close, and crushed him into his own lithe body. Jordan could feel the muscles bulging in his chest, rippling along his stomach, and he also could feel the tell tale bulge in his crotch. It felt so hard, so aroused that he couldn’t help but giggle a little, as he let himself be kissed and kissed.

Chad lifted his chin up, and kissed him hard on the throat. His lips pressed against his throat, then moved down, kissing every part of him, as the hands moved up and down his back. They were frantic in a way Jordan hadn’t experienced before. They were eager, and insistent as they slowly moved towards the bed, kissing and touching each other. In some ways, it was like their first time, except it had been him doing the leading.

Jordan was a natural top, while Chad a great bottom. In their almost three years, Chad rarely took the lead, preferring to be taken, rather than take. He loved to suck on Jordan’s cock, and have his milked several times. He was actually a pervert, the way he would always want Jordan to suck him again, or jerk him off. Yet at the same time, he was always willing to spread his legs too, to give Jordan all of him. There was no doubt, he liked to ride Jordan’s cock, which made him always feel good.

Now though, it was Chad on the make. He was the one making the moves, and it felt odd, but exhilarating. He hadn’t ever experienced Chad this way, so forceful, so dominating. It was like a different person really as they both fell to the bed. It squeaked as they bounced a little on it, making them both laugh a little.

Then Chad looked over at Jordan, and his face changed. He got his thoughtful look, with his lips pursed, his brow furled, as he just looked at Jordan. It was a bit freaky, until that smile crossed his face. He looked like a kid in that moment, and Chad reached out, to run his hand across Jordan’s chest. It made him quiver as the hero of the day, leaned back and placed Jordan’s head on his upper chest. He could hear the heart beating, as the hand now caressed his hair, soothing him in a way he wasn’t used to.

It was odd, unlike Chad, and yet Jordan felt totally in his control. The way he had leaned back, had let Jordan rest on him, was a tender moment, that only aroused Jordan more. He felt himself falling all over again for his lover, as his hand reached out and he began to run it down the chest. He toyed with the button’s on Chad’s shirt, and then undid a few, putting his hand inside the shirt, to feel the warm skin. His fingers spread out, he began to roam under Chad’s shirt, feeling his chest rise and fall to his breathing.

Chad leaned towards Jordan, looking at him and then reaching over and kissing him on the forehead, then he began to caress Jordan’s side, and slowly move towards his chest. He unbuttoned the shirt, slowly and deliberately. Each button brought a small quiver to Jordan. He felt the excitement building as his shirt was finally undone. Then the hand moved lightly over his skin, making his nerves tingle. He felt the fingers brush over his nipples, making him whimper a bit, that Chad ignored.

Leaning closer, he brought his head down, and kissed each nipple lightly. Then he kissed the hollow of the chest, making Jordan tremble with excitement. His own hands were all over Chad, but it was Chad who directed them. He kissed Jordan’s belly, and then leaned back, to undo his own pants. Jordan watched as he popped the button, then pushed the zipper down. He saw the golden flesh above the white waist band, and the small little tuft of hair, that led to Chad’s groin. He licked his lips as he saw Chad push the shorts down his legs. He reached back with his legs, to shove the pants and shorts off, and lay there, fully exposed to Jordan, with only his socks on.

Jordan didn’t waste any time, as he kicked his shoes off, and shoved his pants down his legs. Pushing his shorts down, he followed Chad’s lead, in kicking them off, so he too was naked. His cock was harder than he had ever felt it, but looking over at Chad’s throbbing pole, he realized that Chad also was harder than he had seen him be. Licking his lips, he leaned over Chad, and ran his hand down the firm belly, to circle the wavering penis that stuck upwards, like a flag pole.

He couldn’t contain himself, as he wrapped his fingers around the hard pole, leaned over it and began to stuff it into his mouth. He tasted the pre cum that was oozing out, and he let his tongue lick and coat the hard cock. He began to suck on it, to taste it and feel it, as he fumbled for the package of Condoms near the bed. He couldn’t find them, but then felt one being slipped into his groping hand. He seized it and as his hand now took over from his mouth, he ripped open the package with his teeth, and pulled out the thin rubber covering. Jordan looked up to see Chad’s eyes sparkling, almost as if it was a display of fireworks happening. He felt his chest quake a bit, as he unrolled the condom, and then once more focused on Chad’s quivering cock. In a second he was unrolling the condom down the hot flesh, his ass tingling as he anticipated the upcoming event.

It was like discovering sex all over again, as he began to place his legs over Chad’s prone body. It was how they always did it, when Chad would agree to fuck. However, as he started to get into position, to straddle Chad, and lower himself onto the hard dick, he was stopped. Suddenly he found himself flat on his stomach, Chad kneeling behind him, between his legs. Chad’s knee was pressing his thighs, forcing his legs to spread open wider, and he obliged. He found the pillow next to him, and his hands were up by his head, as he heard Chad spit, then the feel of two fingers probing his hole, made him groan.

They penetrated him hard and quick, pushing past his hole like a hot knife through butter. The moved in deep, twisted once or twice inside, then pulled out, then repeated the penetration, again and again, until he was groaning constantly. He felt his nerves shrieking at him, wanting more, even demanding more. Jordan gave voice to those inner feelings, and got a hard slap on one butt cheek. He heard it echo, and as it rolled around the small room, he felt the bed squeak, felt Chad’s hand pressing down on the bed, next to his shoulder, and then the touch of that cock, against the small of his back, made him reach out and take hold of the sheets. His body grew tense, as he felt the hard cock, being pushed down between his cheeks, spreading them apart.

Slowly it moved down, until the head was wedged tight up against his hole. He heard the panting from above him. Sweat from Chad’s forehead dripped down onto his back, as Chad took position, and then it came.

The pain was unlike any other he had felt, as Chad’s hard cock penetrated him. His hole was split apart, as the huge cock head pushed inwards hard and fast. There was no hesitation as it slid in, then moved further inwards.

He felt it throbbing as it pushed in, hard all the way until Chad’s groin was almost threatening to split him open even wider. He felt the hairs of Chad’s pubes rubbing against the soft insides of his cheeks, as the hard pole filled and stretched him. He cried out, his hands banging the bed, his body shaking from the rolling thunder of pain inside of him. He cried out, tears rolling down his face, as the cock began to move out, but then was suddenly rammed back in, even harder than before.

Jordan couldn’t believe the sensations that were filling him. He wanted it out, but wanted it in harder. He was torn, as the hard cock began to rock in and out of his ass. He could hear the harsh sounds of Chad’s flesh slamming into his own quivering cheeks, as Chad ploughed his hole. He felt like he was being torn apart with each hard thrust, each grinding motion that made him squirm and tremble. He felt the sweat falling onto his back, like hot wet arrows. His whole body was shaking, his legs ached and his toes began to cramp up.

He was being fucked harder than he ever had been. Chad was driving his cock furiously into him. Each thrust making the bed bounce, making Jordan groan. He could hear the panting, feel the sweat turning into a rive on his back, as he tried to spread his legs more, to let more inside. He was begging him, urging Chad to drive it in, to pound him. It didn’t sound like him either, more off in a distance voice egging Chad on but inside, he knew it was his voice. It was him pleading, urging for more, as the cock was relentless. It dove in, then pulled nearly out, then dove in again, and again. Every other thrust in would end up with Chad twisting his body, making the cock twist and turn inside of him. His nerves were shot as his body shook.

Then it all seemed different. There was this quick pulling back, this momentary end to the motion, then suddenly he felt the cock being thrust hard. It was the hardest yet, it was ripping through him and threatening to pop out of his throat, as he felt Chad’s whole body suddenly collapse on top of him. He heard him cry out, heard him scream his name, as he fell on top. Inside, he felt the hard throbbing pole shake, shiver even, as it threatened to explode inside. He felt the hard stream coming out of the head, filling the condom covering it. He could actually feel the vein underneath trembling as the cock released its cum, while Chad collapsed on top, exhausted.

Jordan couldn’t believe it, as his own body shook and trembled, as the cock inside jerked from side to side, as its jizz was emptied. He felt himself suddenly relax, as the last shivering jerk inside began to subside. His friend had finished, but was too spent, to pull out. They lay there, panting for what seemed like ages, when finally Chad rolled off and lay on his back. His hands were on his chest, as Jordan managed to glance over. The glazed look in Chad’s eyes, the constricted face as he tried to regain his composure, only added to his feeling of satisfaction.

Chad turned his head, and stared at Jordan.

‘Remind me again, who won the bet?’

Jordan let his hand rest on the heaving chest, as he answered, ‘I Did’.

Rivals

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It was unreal, here he was 19 years old and in bed on a Friday night at 11pm. His roommate, Garth also 19 was in his own bed and the lights were off. Within the hour the Coach would be popping his head in, shining a flashlight on them both, checking their names off his list and moving on down the hall, making sure everyone of them was in bed, lights off. He was a stickler and would be back at around 2 and 5am to make sure no one had snuck out.

It felt like being back at summer camp. Jesse just hated that he couldn’t stay up, watch TV or read even. The coach was a stickler and they did have a big game tomorrow. Playing football in college was a damn site different than High School as he’d found out the instant he had walked onto the practice field. Things were certainly upped a few notches, and the rivalry between players, between squads was intense.

Somehow he had managed to not lose it. Hell he was an assistant Captain for the offensive unit, Garth his counter part on the defensive side. That too was one more innovation he wasn’t used to. The coach paired them off for room assignments, mixing up offence with defence. Normally that wouldn’t be a big deal, but after a loss, that was a different story.

Garth never liked it when the defence had been at fault, nor would he ever admit it. In all fairness, Jesse was no different. He didn’t like to say that the offence had screwed up, and given they had lost their last two games, it had been tense between them. Mind you it didn’t stop him from checking Garth out each night, and he did have a nice basket. He had gotten a quick glimpse at more, but not enough.

Odd, he was pissed with the guy, barely spoke two words to him and yet he knew that the second he closed his eyes, he’d be thinking of riding him, of slurping at this dick, or tasting him between his firm butt cheeks. In some ways he felt like a pervert, the way he would try to snatch glances at Garth, when he would undress.

There was one time, last week, when he was certain Garth had been checking him out, however he was fairly certain it was just wishful thinking on his part. Though it did give him some rather interesting dreams for a few nights. They were such different types, he knew that nothing could happen between them.

Garth liked his pussy, least judging by his remarks though Jesse supposed it could simply be an act. After all, he had made similar comments, to not allow for any speculation. Last thing he wanted was for anyone to know he was queer. It would be the end of his career on the team. The coach was one of those new born types, always preaching the Gospel according to him, and being Gay was not one of the things the Coach would tolerate.

The guy was a bit of a fanatic. He loved to always toss in some Bible quote, or use some reference to GOD when he gave his little pep talks. Somehow Jesse didn’t believe that GOD was sitting up in Heaven, deciding which team won based on how often they said a prayer, or how they behaved. It just didn’t seem plausible, though if you listened to the Coach, it not only was plausible, but an actual fact.

His latest tirade had been about how some had been impure, of having ungodly thoughts, which was at the root of their problems. One reason why he had even brought in some Preacher type to pray with them, at practises no less.  Tomorrow was one more example, where everyone was to be up and ready for special game prayer, without exception. In some ways it was becoming annoying, taking away from concentrating on the game itself.

Garth didn’t seem to agree though, almost as if he preferred those type of approaches. He had watched how intent he had been, at one of those prayer meetings. His eyes had shown and there was this glazed look on his face that sort of gave Jesse a chill. It was almost as if Garth had gone into a trance even. Odd didn’t begin to describe how he had felt watching, mouthing the words.

He heard the door open, then squinted and turned his head away, as the flashlight beamed right into his face. Jesse heard the coach tell his assistant to check off their names and the door closed. He breathed a sigh of relief, as that was over with. He sort of moved under the covers, adjusting his pillow and realized that Garth was also still awake. He turned his head to see his roommate laying on his side, staring at him.

‘What?’

‘Nothing’

‘Nothing my ass, you looking like you could kill, what’s up your ass tonight?’

‘Never mind, we got a game to worry about.’

‘I know that, I ain’t some dumb defensive idiot’

‘Wasn’t us dumb defensive idiots that fumbled on the goal line last week, so watch your mouth, or maybe I’ll have to do something about it.’

‘Big talk, last time you stopped anyone, was the pee wee team’s running back who fell down’

‘Look Jesse, don’t start with me, you ain’t man enough to handle me.’

‘Fuck you, I can handle you without breaking a sweat’

He could hear Garth’s heavy breathing as he waited for his rejoinder. Jesse had no idea what was eating Garth. Okay so they had fumbled on the goal line, it wasn’t like it was at the end of the game, and the defence had let the other team score virtually at will, never stopping them. How in fuck was it suddenly his fault or the Offence’s?

The silence was becoming annoying, when he heard the rustle of sheets, and turned to notice that Garth was now sitting up, his legs over the side of his bed. He was staring at Jesse, and there was that same look in his eyes, that almost hypnotic stare that sort of freaked him out a little.

‘I don’t want to fight.’

‘Then can the trash talk dude, it ain’t gonna make it any easier.’

‘I know, I guess, it is just… never mind.’

‘What? You started this, so go on, what?’

‘Never mind, let’s just drop it.’

‘No way man, you started it, so come on, what is it? You think it’s my fault or something, what?’

‘Sort of, maybe, but no, no I guess not.’

‘You aren’t making any sense, spit it out already.’

‘Fine, no it’s not your fault, it’s mine, okay, happy? There I said it, it’s all my fault.’

‘What?’

‘For us losing, it’s my fault, I know it is, but you gotta believe me Jesse, I have tried, honest man, I have. I even went to extra prayers, to try and fix it, but… I mean.. shit, never mind, okay? Just leave me alone.’

Garth was pacing around the room, and it was really making Jesse nervous. He had no idea what Garth was rambling on about. If anyone on the defence side had tried to step up, to do his job, it had been Garth. Not his fault that in most cases they had been over matched. And in all honesty, he had to admit that his side of the ball hadn’t been exactly doing their job either. Still, it was weird listening to Garth ramble about it all being his fault.

‘Extra prayers aren’t gonna stop a receiver from catching the ball over your head, or a running back sweeping past you when an offensive lineman is blocking you, it’s not your fault dude.’

Garth stopped his pacing and stood between the two beds. He looked down at Jesse, just staring. It was really creeping Jesse out, but he held his ground, and finally he tossed his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge, looking up at Garth’s twisted face. It looked so angry.

‘You don’t believe do you, I have seen you at Prayer, you mouth the words, but you don’t believe, do you Jesse?’

‘Believe? In God? Yes I do, but do I believe that he’s gonna determine the outcome of our football games based on how I think? No, That I don’t buy into, do you?’

Jesse leaned back, watching the way Garth’s face kept changing. It was like watching a wrestling match or something, the way his jaw would move, his eyes flare or quieten down. There was no doubt that there was a lot more to his outburst, and Jesse just waited. Somehow he knew that Garth would tell him, and he didn’t quite understand how he knew that. It was making him nervous too, watching the guy work it all out inside his mind. The way his lower lip trembled reminded Jesse of a past date, at how nervous the guy was when he first indicated he was into guys. This was almost just like that, which made Jesse stare a bit more intently at his roommate.

‘I am quitting the team.’

Jesse was stunned. It was said so coldly, so emotionless that for a second he had trouble believing in what he had heard. Then as he stared into Garth’s face, he could see how serious, and determined, he looked.

‘What the fuck for man? A couple of lost games? You are a good player, for a defensive one, so what’s this shit about?’

‘I am causing the team to lose, it’s my fault.’

‘Come off it man, no one is that good. Hell Josh is the Quarterback, one of the best, and he can’t make me or the other’s catch the ball any better, or hold onto it, so cut the crap, no way is all this your fault.’

‘It is, because of what I am. You have to believe me Jesse, I didn’t want it to be this way. I have tried, honest. I have prayed every night and day, but I can’t stop how I feel, you have to believe me.’

Jesse was worried now. He had no idea what Garth was talking about. Looking at him, there was no doubt that somehow Garth believed that it was his fault. His eyes narrowed as he tried to think, wondering if maybe he shouldn’t go get the coach or someone. This was becoming too freaky, to weird for him.

‘Look man, I don’t know what you mean, maybe you should talk to the Coach or someone, I mean, this isn’t your fault, it isn’t about who you are man, it is just we aren’t that good of a team, least not right now.’

‘We are Jesse, it is me who isn’t good, its me, don’t you see? But then I guess you don’t, you are normal, you aren’t like me.’

‘What are you babbling about? Okay so I ain’t black, so what’s that got to do with anything? There are lots of other’s who are, and they aren’t at fault anymore than you.’

‘It isn’t that…’

‘Fuck, then what? I don’t get it.’

‘Don’t you?’

‘No, I wish I did, but no, I don’t get it, what makes you so different than them or me, for that matter.’

‘You and them, are all normal, I am not.’

‘Define normal for Christ’s sake already. It’s getting late, so what are you on about man? You on something?’

‘Hell no, I don’t do that shit, it’s not easy to say, even though I am going to quit. It is just not easy, I feel bad enough, if I tell you, you’ll hate me more.’

‘Oh fuck Garth, get over it already. I am not going to hate you, just spit it out.’

Garth stared at him. His eyes were so dark, so empty looking that he felt a cold chill run up his spine. Yet at the same time Jesse felt a strange rush of adrenalin. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but as he looked back, waiting, he felt close to Garth. It was like listening to a brother talking, and all he could really think of, was to reach out and hold him. Odd to be feeling that, given how different they were. Garth was a ladies man, judging from all his talk, unlike him.

‘Remember how I kept talking about Jennifer?’

‘Yeah, so?’

‘That’s what the Preacher was talking about, all those immoral thoughts and…’

‘Oh shit, come off it dude, it isn’t like you are the only guy who wants to fuck some cheerleader, you have heard the talk in the locker room, so come on.’

‘Yeah but they mean it.’

‘It’s natural man, all the guys our age think of that, what’s the beef with that? So you would rather wait or something? I mean that’s no big deal.’

‘It isn’t that.’

‘Then what?’

‘I don’t mean any of it, it’s not uh.. you know, it is just not what I think about.’

Jesse was about to say something smart, when he saw the anguish on Garth’s face. He really was torn up by it all, and then it hit him. It wasn’t the idea of wanting sex after a girl before marriage, as the Preacher had lectured them on. It was that he wasn’t into girls. It stunned him as he sat there, his eyes bulging out as he tried to make sense of it. No way could Garth be Gay, he would have known long before this. Least he should have, given how good his Gaydar was, but then was it? Looking at Garth, he realized that maybe it wasn’t. Nor was Garth’s it seemed.

He wanted to reach out, to bring him closer to him, to hug him and somehow tell him it was okay. Thinking that he also worried that if he did, would Garth maybe tell others? If he did quit, and the coach pressed him, would he tell the coach about being Gay, and about Jesse? It was making him sweat, making him lean back a bit more on the bed.

The way Garth was staring at him, his eyes trying to guess at what Jesse was thinking. It was making him uncomfortable as he tried to figure out what he should say or do. No way would the Coach understand, and he doubted most on the team would either. Even if he kept quiet about himself, Garth was in no condition to hide his secret. People like the Coach would guess, and it would be over. He’d be in too, being his roommate all this time. He just knew that he’d be under suspicion.

As he let his eyes wander, he could still feel Garth’s eyes on him. He didn’t know what to do, but there had been times when he had thought like Garth. He too had wondered, if maybe he was wrong, maybe GOD did control the outcome of their games, and yes, he did wonder if maybe it was because he was queer. Then his reasoning would return and he’d shove the thoughts aside, but what if he was wrong? Staring up at Garth, he knew inside, that he wasn’t wrong.

‘Isn’t what I think about either.’

Garth’s mouth dropped open as he listened to Jesse. Slowly he sat down on his side of the bed, facing Jesse. His eyes kept searching, but Jesse saw how they took one quick glance down, before returning to look into Jesse’s face. He smiled at that, because he also realized, he had been right in thinking that Garth had been checking him out before.

‘You are? I mean.. no way, the way you talked about Cathy, Rose, and the others, no way you are…’

‘Queer? Fuck you talked as good, its our cover, but dude, you better at it than me. But yeah, I would rather have a dick than some tit.’

For a split second, Jesse thought he saw a small smile around Garth’s mouth. His eyes no longer seemed so dark, so brooding either. The tension in the room was there, but not as heavy. He no longer felt like the world was ending either, and to be honest, he felt rather relieved but what he had said. It was like some hidden weight was off his shoulders. In looking at Garth, he sensed that same feeling in him.

‘I never thought, I mean it didn’t cross my mind that you were, I just thought you were, I mean…’

‘Like the others? No, guess it’s the downside of being Gay. We can’t be like them, open and all. More I think about it, more pissed off I get.’

‘Yeah, it sucks.’

Jesse looked up at that and grinned. Garth suddenly realized what he had said, and grinned back as well. The tension had eased and now he could see a lot more than he had before. He noticed how soft Garth’s lips looked, the way his nostrils would flare now and then, and how he always seemed to hold himself erect, the shoulders always squared, never slouching. He also could see Garth doing a lot more than checking out his face. It only made him spread his legs a little wider, grin even more as he stared back, and not at Garth’s face either.

‘Yep.’

‘You uh, any good at it?’

‘Oh yeah, no one’s complained.’

‘That many you keep track?’

‘No, not really, not easy to find someone, least not where I come from, you?’

‘Hell no, guy could get into serious trouble back home, but there are some uh, opportunities.’

‘Yeah, not enough though.’

Jesse couldn’t help but notice how Garth’s eyes no longer stared at his face, but at the bulge in his boxer shorts. He could see his interest and his own eyes could see Garth’s own growing bulge. It was damn huge, and he licked his lips before realizing it. Looking up he saw the smile, and the glint in Garth’s face.

‘We should correct that uh shortage, maybe?’

‘Would certainly be worth considering. Uh, maybe after the next bed check? The coach should be by in about five minutes.’

‘Yeah, though it would be worth getting kicked off to see his face if he walked in and saw some white guy sucking on a black cock’

Jesse laughed as he climbed back under his covers. He could see the Coach’s face with that visual in mind. It would be priceless, worth having a camera for, even.

As the door to their room closed, and they heard the footsteps move down the corridor, Jesse heard the covers being tossed aside, and he looked up to see Garth next to his bed. He reached down and tossed his own covers off. He could sense Garth’s eyes moved down his body, to gaze at the tented boxers.

Everything had changed, as he reached down and shoved his boxers off his body, tossing them aside with his foot. He looked up at Garth, seeing his face glistening in the night, realizing that he was sweating. He just smiled as he reached up, to signal Garth to come and join him. The bed squeked a little as it took Garth’s weight along with Jesse’s.

He felt the hot breath on his face, as Garth grew closer. His hand rested lightly on Jesse’s pounding chest and he looked down at it. Then glancing up he just smiled, as he reached around to draw Garth closer to him. Their lips brushed lightly, then were locked in a fierce duel. He felt his own tongue licking out, meeting Garth’s and it was like a little boxing match. The two tongues licking at each other, until Jesse surrendered and withdrew his tongue, opening his mouth.

Garth was quick to seize the moment and his tongue was deep inside as Jesse felt the strong hand grip his cock. He felt the fingers as they probed up around his root, then wrap around the base of his shaft. He felt the strength in the fingers as they began to stroke him. He groaned a little as they kissed hard.

His body trembled, as Garth stroked him hard, pulling and pushing the hot cock shaft, the hand moving over the cock head, smearing his pre cum down the burning shaft. His arms held tightly around Garth’s body, as the man pressed into him. He smelled his scent, his aroma and breathed it all in. His own nostrils flared with each breath, as it also quickened. His legs were growing taut, as Garth stroked him hard, rapidly moving up and down his throbbing pole.

Jesse couldn’t hold back. His body was too excited, as the hand moved quickly up and down his cock. He cried out, as he arched his hips upwards, feeling his cock head jerk back, then fling upwards, spurting and shooting a heavy load of his milk out. He heard Garth suck in his breath, as the cum flew between his fingers, splattering the man’s thighs. He heard the moan too as his body sent another hot load of milk outwards, and his breathing was heavy as he settled back down into the bed. Sweat was dotting his forehead, while he panted, staring over at Garth, who had slid to one side, his head level with Jesse’s.

He was still panting, when he felt the weight of Garth’s body on top of his chest. He looked up, to stare at the huge black tube that glared at his face. He let his eyes move upwards, to see the shining face of his roommate, and he grinned as he opened his mouth. Garth leaned forward, pushing his hard cock towards Jesse’s chin. He rubbed it along the thin pale lips, letting Jesse taste his pre cum.

Then he simply pushed inwards, letting him take the whole cock head in first, then slowly feeding him the rest of his dick. It took Jesse a minute or two, to get his throat to ease up enough to swallow the huge cock, but he managed, as he wrapped his lips around the hot thick shaft. He could feel it trembling as he did, and then, still looking upwards, he felt the cock slide out, then back in, slowly.

Garth began to push in faster with each thrust. His sweat was dripping off his forehead onto Jesse’s head, but he didn’t care, as he tasted the rich flavour of the cock inside. He found himself sucking too, as he took each mouthful of the cock inside. He let it bang against his throat, but he held on, enjoying its fullness. He moaned in a sort of muffled way, but Garth was already groaning his approval. His body was gyrating as he kept pounding his cock into Jesse’s mouth.

His hands were against the wall, as he kept stuffing his meat into Jesse. Jesse had his hands wrapped tightly on Garth’s hips, digging in as they moved in and out, in time with the cock. He felt his jaw ache, as he continued to suck on the cock, then he felt it tremble. It was like a rolling peal of thunder, as the cock reared back, then began to spurt out.

The cum was salty at first, and he gagged on it, as it filled his battered throat. He tasted the salt, the aroma wafting up to his nostrils that somehow made him relax his throat. He began to swallow and suck too, wanting every drop of that mixture inside his mouth. He felt the cock shaking, as it came. He didn’t hear Garth’s groans, nor did he hear his own moans, as he swallowed more and more of the hot cream. Its saltiness ignored too, as he just swallowed,

Gradually Garth began to pull back, his cock softening as he leaned back. His rear rested on Jesse’s chest, as they both just looked at each other. It was amazing, at how much Garth seemed different.. He felt the muscles in Garth’s legs quiver a little, as he licked the last drops of Garth’s cum from his lips.

‘Still gonna quit?’

Garth looked down at Jesse, grinning. ‘What, and deny you the practice you need? I don’t think so.’

Jesse laughed as Garth climbed off, bent down and gave Jesse a kiss, and made his way to his own bed.   

Thrill Seeker

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Dan was an adrenalin junkie, though not quite how some would expect. Sure he was athletic and had the body to match his urge for extreme activities, but it was his penchant for doing things, where the risk of being caught was more important to him than whether or not he could do the task. It was a natural fit for him, and with the common name it was also why his friends called him ‘Dangerous Dan’. If they only knew he thought, as he stared around at the others in the locker room.

He enjoyed his weekly trip to the gym, where he would join in a pick up game of basketball, or just workout in the weight room. It wasn’t that he needed to build his muscles up or add to his firm looks, but that it was a great place to find and meet those casual folks who wanted a bit of fun afterwards. Hell sometimes they wanted it in between times, like that new member, Jason, who worked in the same office as Dan did.

Jason was a new intern in his office. Finishing his last term at College, he was there to learn the practical side of things. He was about Dan’s height and weight too, though at least 15 years his junior. Dan didn’t look like he was nearing 40 and it always shocked those when he did confess his age. Course other things shocked them too, like his desire to do it wherever they were.

Like why fuck about? He didn’t think that planning some tryst was as much fun as simply finding a place and doing it. Course sometimes it wasn’t possible to fully do it, but hell, the fun was in trying as much as it was in the actual act of having sex. For the most part it generally was just oral, but with Jason it had gone further, which really had given him a thrill.

Looking out at the various bodies in the state of undress made him smile a little. It wasn’t here that he had met Jason but it was here that things got interesting. The room itself lent itself to some fun, and while it was always a risk, so was life. He liked the thrill of doing it, never knowing who might be watching or who might stumble in on him.

Shit, even his boss used this place, and that guy was one tight ass straight laced bastard. If he had caught Dan, well his career would most likely be over. It was that sort of thrill that got him hot and made it all that much more fun. Just like when he had done Jason, his boss had been in the building. It had given him a sense of excitement that he really couldn’t explain, and thinking of it now, well he could feel his excitement rising.

That was the other thing about it all. Incidents like with Jason gave him some rather intense memories that he could always fall back on. It helped on those times he couldn’t find anyone to make new memories with. Sort of like right now he thought as he glanced over the available targets in the room.

He recognized one or two, from past encounters but quickly moved on to scan the room. Most of his partners were one time flings, but if Jason was to show up, well that would be different. Thinking about him, he realized he hadn’t seen Jason here since that time, nor had he really seen much of him around the office either. He hadn’t thought about it until now, and it made him wonder. Maybe when he got back to work, he’d do some snooping but for now, he continued his surveillance, looking for a likely target. Time was running out for today, which was a shame. He had one hell of a boner he wanted to relieve, and would prefer it be in some willing mouth, not in his towel. Still, he could always relive that time with Jason.

Making sure no one was looking directly at him, Dan reached into his locker and took out the small little vibrator he had stashed inside, under his spare towel. It was one of those egg shaped things with a plastic cup that wrapped around the head of the cock. A small wire led from the silver egg to a small hand held little device that allowed him to turn it on and regulate the speed.

He kept it under his towel, resting between his legs. Dan straddled the wooden bench, a leg on either side, with his back against the cold cement wall. He could watch everyone that passed by, while at the same time getting off. Amazing things those little toys, because no one would guess he was stroking himself, while watching them dress and undress.

Dan switched the unit on low, to start off. He put one hand down over the towel that covered his now fully erect cock, to sort of keep it down or from pushing the towel up in a tell tale sign of arousal. It was a trick he learned and as he leaned back, he let his mind wander.

At first he conjured up all those who had fallen to his lust in this place. That alone made him smirk a little and those who passed would think he was a smug bastard too. The look on his face was sort of one of disdain to the casual observer. It wasn’t flattering, but he didn’t care, it kept them from approaching and breaking in on his thoughts.

He visualized Mark, the young accountant that had fallen to his need for an adrenalin fix early on in his sojourn to this gym. The guy was a typical bean counter. He was nervous and always trying to look over his shoulder while Dan sucked on his cock. He had to admit, it was a thrill but not totally satisfying. The cock was tasty, not too long or thick either, but when Mark had finally cum, it was rather disappointing. All that work for maybe a mouthful of man juice just didn’t seem worthwhile.

Then there had been the married man, Brad or Brian. He never could remember which. The guy was a total paranoid freak and it had taken a lot of coaxing and groping to get him to play. Still he had a nice penis and when he shot, fuck it was like the floodgates of Hoover Dam had been opened. He was one of the few men who had surprised him with the amount of cum he could shoot. In fact, he recalled gagging a little on it too.

The vibrator was switched to medium as he leaned back. Across from him was Nathan. He had a nice firm ass and had been the second or third guy that Dan had actually fucked in the gym. He liked the way Nathan had agreed to it as well. The guy was another adrenalin junkie it seemed and he had a few tips that Dan welcomed. Still the idea of ploughing that firm tight ass was a pleasant memory for him.

The way Nathan would moan softly, just loud enough for Dan to hear and no one else. Then too how he could clench his butt muscles, to hold Dan’s throbbing cock inside was a feeling he wouldn’t forget. The way he could move his hips in time with Dan’s thrusts made Dan squeeze the cock under his hand a little harder.

The smile on his face grew as he watched Nathan, knowing the guy was searching for a target, just like he had been doing. He wished he had more time to spend, as he wouldn’t mind another round with the guy. Still, it wasn’t quite the same, doing it a second time around with the same person. The rush wasn’t the same or as intense and he let his mind continue its journey along memory lane.

There had been Cory, Bill, Martin and others whose images flashed across his memory. Each one had its own flavor, its own little memory that helped him enjoy the quiet pulsing feel of the vibrator over his cock head. He looked over to the shower entrance, to see Sean walking in. Instantly he turned the vibrator up to its full strength.

The vibrations immediately took on a new pulse and he could hear the slight sound too. He didn’t care as the guy a few lockers away turned around, as if he had noticed the strange sound. Maybe it was Dan sucking in his breathe or the vibrator but his eyes quickly returned to watch Sean in the shower.

Sean was a 6ft 2in jock that was at the gym every day. He loved playing basketball and lifting weights. He had the body that showed it too. Dan had never seen a better looking pair of pecs as those Sean sported. The rippling muscles were always visible and best of all, Sean never wore a shirt. Whether he was lifting weights, playing basketball or lounging at the juice bar, he was always bare chested. He had a hell of a pair of nipples too and Dan smiled, recalling just how sensitive those nipples were.

For a second Dan had been certain Sean would scream when he had tweaked one of those firm little bits of flesh. The guy had jumped and literally had his mouth open before Dan quickly slammed his hand over it. One thing to do it where you could get caught, another to encourage being caught. Still it had been an interesting bit of sex. Sean didn’t have a big dick though, in fact it was rather puny by Dan’s standards. Still he did taste nice and it wasn’t like Sean was going to fuck him.

His cum had tasted a bit too salty as well, but man the guy sure enjoyed being blown. The way he would moan, making Dan fear discovery. The constant press of his hands on Dan’s shoulders had hurt but the way he kept his hips moving was the real treat. The cock would shake and squirm in his mouth, making him work at sucking on it, despite its size. Sean could shoot a load too.

Maybe one day, when he had more time, he’d try Sean again. Only this time maybe he’d spend a little more time working on driving the guy. He did have a hell of a pair of sweet looking cheeks on his caboose. The way they jiggled when he walked brought a sigh to his lips. No doubt that Sean would be a wild ride, but a dangerous one. Perhaps a bit too dangerous given his need to groan and moan. Still, the vision of those firm white orbs of flesh shaking to his penetrating plunges made his own body quiver a bit. The vibrator was doing its job but was a bit slow.

Glancing around the room, he considered reaching into his locker for one more of his hidden toys. Off to the far left, he suddenly thought he saw Jason. Instantly his body got stiff, and he could feel the blood boiling inside his body. His head was a bit light headed as he peered forward, pushing down hard onto his throbbing cock.

As he tried to see more, he felt his body shuddering. He was close as he tried to see, knowing that if it was Jason, he’d be late for work. No way was he going to pass up a chance at doing Jason again. Yet as he looked he felt the rush and excitement of the last time. His mind was trying to see and yet also thinking back to that time he had did him.

The way he was so shy, so quiet had attracted Dan to him. Then when playing a pick up game of basketball, Jason had bumped into him. It wasn’t a foul but damn the shot of electricity that went up and down his body was unreal. He had never felt that way before, and he made it a point to bump into him again. In fact he did it several times, drawing even a dirty look from Jason.

After the game was over, his constant bumping had become a great conversation starter. It gave him a chance to talk to Jason, and to check the guy out even more. Unlike many others, he didn’t wear those girlie type gym shorts. He wore the good old fashioned kind that showed a nice package.

While talking he noticed the package getting bigger which only made him hornier than when he first approached Jason. It also made him risk more, by actually commenting on it during their conversation. It had been the right move too. Sure at first Jason seemed startled, but the move of his hand down to his crotch was a clear signal that he was interested.

Didn’t take him long to show his interest either. A quick rub and grab had made Jason break out in a sweat. The rest was history as they found a spot where he managed to fondle that package while others walked past oblivious to what was happening.

He though Jason would faint when he flashed him his erect cock. The expression was amazing, and the involuntary action of licking his lips only made Dan pursue Jason more. Just thinking of that, made his body shake more. The vibrator was on full and he could feel his balls suddenly aching more and more as his mind thought about Jason, about how he looked when Dan first touched the bare flesh of his cock.

Dan had almost lost it himself at that moment. The cock was not just hard, but felt like a friggin blast furnace. His hand recoiled quickly but dove back in immediately afterwards. The touch of that skin, the feel of that leathery sac underneath was unreal. He had felt his own cock dripping a bit at that moment, and he knew he wanted Jason badly.

It didn’t take much persuasion either.

When he had slipped his hand under Jason’s towel, and managed to wiggle his index finger along the crack of his cheeks, he knew Jason was his. The touch of that flesh had made him quiver, just as the memory now made him quake. His legs were taut as his body recalled that time, recalled the sensation of warmth that enveloped his entire body as the finger probed quickly and hard into Jason’s rectum.

The sharp gasp was cut off by Jason, but he had heard it. It was all he had needed and while he started to think more of it, his body bucked a little. The hand on his towel had slipped off and he quickly put it back, pushing his pulsing cock down, but it was too late. His balls had flung upwards and the sudden upwards motion of his cock had been enough of a signal to the rest of his body.

Dan felt his body shuddering as his milk oozed out and flowed back down his shaft. He could feel the sharp pain in his lungs too as he sucked in his breath. The body gave a quick little jerk and then a few others as he shot his load. His eyes closed briefly for a moment as he enjoyed the sensations that flowed up and down his body.

His hand slipped down and under the towel to turn off the vibrator, and he gulped a bit before once more opening his eyes. He felt the last shudder as he focused on the room. His heart skipped another beat, and he felt the rush of adrenalin pumping through as standing in front of him was Jason.

He smiled up at the tall young man, and opened his towel briefly, just long enough to let Jason see his cock with the silver egg shaped vibrator. The look on Jason’s face was enough for him as he closed the towel, knowing that he was about to be very late in returning to the office.