Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Silent Sam

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

The dinner plates were removed, and it was time for dessert, which was the usual cookies & tea, as Sam sat back, enjoying the home cooked meal. It was his usual appearance at Brad’s house, and like clockwork, he had shown up at 6pm, sat down, and ate dinner. Nothing unusual there, nor was the silence as he methodically ate what was placed before him.

Yet, as he waited for the tea, he felt the silence a bit more than normal. For years now, he had been a regular Monday dinner guest of Brad. He liked Brad, had gone to school together, grew apart, but as adults had once again renewed their friendship. It had come from the loss of his own parents, and Brad’s as well.

Brad was a few years older than him, considerably thinner too. He had a shaggy cut of thick brown hair, that matched his eyes. It suited his thin face, and pale thin lips as well, while for himself, he was as tall, plus heftier too. He was more of an indoor type, while Brad was the outdoor type. He worked in landscaping, for himself. That impressed Sam, who was one of those fortunate souls that had it all given to them.

His family had been well off, and set things up so he didn’t have to worry. In fact, not much was ever expected of him, and his work experience wouldn’t even fill more than a line or two at best. He led a good life, went his own way, had his own home, fully paid for. One of the perks of being pampered, though he never really thought of it that way. Brad on the other hand, was a working man, who loved to get dirty, loved to enjoy the fruits of his work.

Sam enjoyed his life of leisure, and the Monday dinners were something he also enjoyed. It was someone to talk with, to be around. Yet it never really seemed like they did much but eat, trade a few words, then it was all over. For himself, he didn’t have a social life, while Brad at times could be quite the party animal.

While Brad was 35, and Sam was nearing that magic age of 40, Brad still looked like he was no more than 25. Oh, his face had a few more wrinkles, his skin a bit tougher looking, but he was fit enough to pass as some just out of college stud. Sam never really thought of Brad that way, because as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t a fudge packer.

Brad always seemed to be going into a relationship, or coming out of one, and while dinner was quiet, he managed to always hear about the latest fling, or the latest heart throb. It didn’t bother him, though lately he had been feeling a bit jealous. It wasn’t that he wanted a guy, or a girl even, just that he wanted someone. It was nice to be your own boss, to go as you pleased, do what you pleased, but it was becoming boring.

More than that, it was lonely. It was why he felt lost, when the odd Monday dinner got cancelled. He just felt like his contact with the outside world had been broken. Brad was lucky, he always seemed to have someone phoning, someone to talk with. Sam sat there, finally realizing at what Brad had been saying.

For the first time in years, he felt uncomfortable around Brad. The way he had stared at him, watching him, was strange. At first he thought it might be that Brad had a date or something, but as the dinner had worn on, it was evident there was more to it. It was halfway through, that he had his first hint, which he more or less ignored, unsure how to respond. Silence had been his saviour, but he knew it wasn’t going to suffice.

Looking up as Brad placed the cookies out, and his cup of tea, he knew it was something he had always been afraid of. Intimacy was never something he had experienced. He had dates as a kid, here and there, but they never went very far. Hell, sex wasn’t a topic of discussion in his home, at any time. Now here he was, nearly 40 and basically a virgin.

Yes, he had his dick sucked, had it inside a vagina too, but they were incidents he would most rather forget, than remember. Now here was Brad, bringing all that up in a way he had never allowed himself to consider. Adding the sugar to the tea, he could see Brad wasn’t going to let it go. He had that determined look, the one that had more or less frightened him as a teenager, and still did.

As he twirled the spoon, trying to gain time, he realized just how empty his whole life had been. The only girls he had known, were too fragile, too precious for him to touch. Then too, he was never willing to get close, and other than Brad and Ken, he never allowed himself to get close with guys either. He had thought about sex, he knew how to jerk off, but he never quite enjoyed it.

During High School it had been a torment for him, as so many seemed preoccupied by pursuing it, which he never did. It was hard, and he had never figured out the attraction. Jerking off had been difficult, even with the various magazines he had bought. It just never clicked, never really gave him much joy, now here was Brad, changing all that. Or trying to.

As an adult, sex became a childish hobby. Ejaculation was something that happened at night, alone, while asleep. It meant laundry, not satisfaction for him. As to jerking off, he found less interest in it once he was out of High School. In fact, it was rarely a conscious thought, until he had renewed his friendship with Brad. For some mysterious reason, he found his desire to stroke himself off renewed, almost at the same time that the Monday night dinners began.

Yet for him, the images in his mind was never of Brad, or any guys. Hell it wasn’t even about girls, but was more about good times. There weren’t many of those, but enough that would bring him to ejaculation. He had to admit, he did feel better, but to sit here now, to think of taking that further, was unthinkable. Yet he was actually thinking of it, wondering what it would feel like.

The time he had gone to Europe, to sit and watch the sun rise over the steeples of Moscow, had been something to behold. That he had watched it by himself never seemed to matter, until tonight. It was one of his images, when he would jerk off, when he would take his pants down, and lay on the bed, and just reach down and stroke himself.

He would see the rays of sun begin to lighten the sky, to see little glints of light reflect off the copper roof tops of the various spires, steeples of the churches. His hand would go faster, as his mind would replay that mornings view, of the sun gradually rising, of the light beams turning into strange colors from the metal tops. All of it, would get his heart beating, his lungs aching, as he jerked himself. And as his mind would flash the memory of the sun finally being shown, of the brilliant lights flashing across the entire expanse, he would feel his sticky cum flow through his fingers.

His session done, he would lay there, happy at the memory, pleased with himself. Then too, he would feel a bit guilty, a bit uneasy, but it would pass. He wouldn’t let it ruin the utter peace he was feeling inside, and now Brad was making him think about that unease, about that guilt.

Looking over at his friend, he realized that he was feeling something strange inside. He actually was aroused, least his penis was. That too was strange, because while it happened when in High School, as an adult he rarely felt any such urges, any such discomfort. For a moment, he felt anger at Brad, then at himself. It wasn’t his usual meal, which made him angry as well. Sam finally stopped stirring the tea, and looked at Brad, as he sipped his first taste.

The eyes were fixed on him, taking every movement in, waiting. It was like he really did expect an answer, and not a negative one either. How strange, he thought, as he sipped the tea, and stared back. Did Brad really expect him to acquiesce? If he did, he was going to be in for a rude shock, but then too, the notion of accepting Brad’s proposal, was growing on him. For some bizarre reasoning, it had made sense.

After all, Brad did the cooking, the dishes. He bought the food, came up with the menu for the night, and all Sam contributed was his presence. The meals weren’t bad, decent food and not cheap utility dishes either. Roast some nights, fresh fish other times. They weren’t cheap, so maybe Brad’s proposal wasn’t out of line?

The more he allowed himself to think about it, to see it as a more or less reimbursement, the less distasteful it was. In some ways, it was rather an exciting notion. Judging by his body’s reaction, not an unpleasant one either. Yet, how could he? It was not like he knew the first thing about how to go about it, or even show his acceptance?

Looking over at Brad, he felt himself lost in the possibility of actually agreeing, of not just leaving as was his first thought. Besides, that would be rude, by his standards. The man had fed him, he owed him a reply, or at least some excuse of why he wasn’t about to provide him with his due. Then too, did he want to walk out? Doing so would mean an end to his Monday nights, and frankly, it was the highlight of his week.

Watching television, reading books, even surfing the Internet was poor compensation for the 90 minutes he spent with Brad. Did he really want to end that, over his unwillingness to provide compensation for his meal? It just didn’t seem right. He pushed his chair back, as he usually did when he was having his tea, but this time, he also pushed it to one side, to expose more of himself.

Brad had watched it all, and Sam saw the small curl of his lips, the hint of a smile forming around the thin lips. He found the image rather interesting, rather amazing really. Sam couldn’t explain why, but it had a rather invigorating reaction to his body. Nerves were starting to tingle, sort of like he had felt going up for the first time in a Roller Coaster.

The build up was the same feeling, though a bit more intense as he felt his forehead getting hot, his face a bit flushed, and even sweat on the palms of his hands. It was just like that time, one more of his favourite images, and looking at Brad, he could see the sparkle in the man’s eyes. It was as if he too was feeling what he was, which wasn’t possible, or was it?

As odd as it was, he rather was pleased at the idea that someone could feel as he did. He glanced down, then lifted his eyes upwards, as Brad stood up and moved over towards him. He just watched as Brad came next to him, perhaps the closest they had ever been, physically. It was strange, to smell his perfume, and some other aroma, that was most pungent, yet pleasing. His eyes questioned Brad, but found no response, as he sat there, just staring at his friend. He took it all in, the hair that glimmered in the light from the dining room light. The eyes that seemed to be sparkling and the face that seemed aglow from some inner light. It all was taken in, but unprocessed.

Yet as he stared, he also noticed the bulge, the protruding fabric of the man’s jeans, as he stood close by. He felt the heat radiating from him as Brad stood next to his hand. He was looking down, his eyes doing the talking, his body adding the punctuation marks. It all felt bizarre, macabre, yet exhilarating. Sam could feel his heart beating, feel his pulse racing a bit, as his hand seemed to move on its own, the fingers tentative, shaky even, as they reached up towards Brad’s waist.

That first touch felt like he had put his hand into a thunderbolt. He felt the charge, the excitement, racing towards him, jolting him in a way that made him tremble. His hand pulled back, scared, then was once more at Brad’s waist. It was like he was watching some television show, not actually doing anything. It wasn’t his mind controlling his hand, but some outside force, some other entity actually touching the waist of another man.

Glancing up, he saw Brad licking his lip, the tongue moving slowly across the lower lip, as his hand pulled at the button, to pop it. He felt the excitement, almost as if it was something real, something with substance to it, that could be touched, cut, folded, whatever. He felt giddy, excited just as when he had been given his first puppy dog.

His hand shook, the fingers fumbled as they finally found the strength to undo the button, and actually unzip the zipper. The aroma that wafted up to his nostrils, made his eyes water a bit. It was a scent he finally recognized, the smell of an aroused male. Looking up, he found himself smiling, as Brad just looked down at him, urging him on only with his expression, with his eyes. Sam saw the look, the strange glint, understanding it, at last.

In some mystical way, he knew his own eyes were exhibiting the same glint, the same desire, which only made his fingers work faster, work less hesitantly. He broke off the eye contact, to stare down at Brad’s crotch, to see his fingers pull the zipper all the way down, to push aside the jeans, exposing the man’s underwear. As well as the more pronounced lump that was tenting the boxer shorts Brad wore.

The trembling stopped, his whole body seemed to become like a piece of granite. It was as if his lungs stopped billowing, his heart refused to beat, as his eyes took in the huge lump, that stared at him. His body was rock still, as he watched Brad push the pants out of the way, so only his boxer shorts were left. As he slowly let out his breath, felt the ache in his chest, he knew he wanted to see more, to gaze at more than the light blue fabric.

His fingers somehow obeyed the un-thought thought. They reached up, taking hold of the elastic waist band, and began to push downwards, to reveal the hidden treasure. He saw the dark pubic hairs springing out, felt the resistance from the long tubular object that was pushing them out, until finally it sort of just appeared. Like magic, the thickened pole was out, and Sam leaned back in his chair, surprised by its size, by its appearance.

It was nothing like his own, and despite being nearly 40, it still was a surprise. Gym in school was not one of his more pleasant recollections, and to actually be confronted with an erect penis was to say the least, riveting. Sam had a strange feeling inside, one of wonder, one of desire too, that surprised him, as his finger touched the hot pole. He felt it tremble, felt the blood inside of his body rushing, felt it boiling as his body shuddered. It was odd, nothing like when he held his own penis, nothing like he imagined he could feel.

Maybe it was the hormones, or just the heat, but he felt elated, giddy even. His face was in a huge smile, his eyes were wide open, as he let his finger run lightly over the throbbing pole. He felt the ridges, felt the veins, felt the flow of blood through each pulsing vein. It all made him feel hot, feel like he was floating. Strange thoughts were pushing forward, thoughts he never had allowed himself to consider, as his finger moved along the pole, touching, feeling it quiver.

Sam felt the sticky goo oozing from the tip, and strangely he watched his finger take it, then move slowly towards his own mouth. He couldn’t be doing what he was, but he was. He felt the finger near his mouth, felt his tongue dart out and actually lick at the sticky goo on the finger. He felt his body groan, felt it shiver, stutter even, as the taste made its way through his senses.

Looking up, he saw a glazed look filling Brad’s face. He saw his cheeks sink inwards, as Brad was breathing rapidly, enjoying the sensation of his touch. His touch, his mind was telling him, which made him ache in ways he had never felt. His legs twitched and the muscles in his biceps were also twitching, quivering uncontrollably. Sam wasn’t sure what was happening, but he liked it. It was eerie, but also amazingly pleasurable.

He let his hand move back, to wrap the fingers around the throbbing pole, to slide down towards Brad’s crotch, to press up into the belly, to push at the hair, at the soft flesh. He could feel the tremors inside, from his touch, again feeling amazed at how he could be creating such emotions. It was odd, yet invigorating. His body was enjoying it, as he let his hand move back up the trembling shaft, then circle around the hot sweating head. More of the sticky goo was there, that he smeared across the hot skin, down the searing skin of the penis.

He began to speed up, feeling Brad’s excitement. Somehow it made him go faster, then slower, then faster. Odd how he was enjoying it, feeling the throb of the skin, feeling the blood moving beneath his touch. He could hear Brad as his breathing grew shallow, more rapid, more intense. Sam didn’t look up, enthralled by the motion of his hand and the way it made the thick pole vibrate, shake.

His fingers held the skin tightly, as it moved up and down the pole. The tips brushing against the scrotum, feeling them shake, feeling them tighten even as his hand moved back up the shaft, back around the head. Sam watched the skin grew even tighter, saw the veins swelling as his hand moved up and down. The speed was constantly increasing, his grip growing tighter, as Brad groaned from above.

Sam saw the legs tighten, saw the thighs flinch, as the muscles grew taut. He could see his friends hair standing upright, waving in the room’s air. It was as if they were trying to feel his presence, as if some sort of radar. His eyes couldn’t help but notice the balls sway, to his touch, or how the lower calves seemed to quiver.

His hand motion was a blur, as it sped along that long pole. The sticky goo was no longer oozing, but he could tell that something would soon fill that void. The sound of Brad’s voice growing more strident was a sign he recognized. It was like his own, when he would stroke himself, when his images of fond memories would reach their apex. It was the hard breathes, the gurgle in the voice, the thickness of the pole, that told him what was to happen. Still he couldn’t help but keep his eyes watching, to hold the shimmering cock head in his vision.

He felt himself licking his lips, felt his own body trembling, as the thighs were now vibrating. Brad was saying something, but he didn’t understand it. His ears were filled by the sound of his own beating heart. The thunder of it was amazing, making him shake, as his hand flew along the pole. The heat was intense, the taut skin burning his own palms, as he went even faster.

The loud cry broke through the thundering echo in his ears. He felt the penis pull back, felt the legs shake so hard that they too blurred. Then he felt it, the hot splatter flow through his clenched hand, breaking past between his fingers, and hitting his own stomach. Even through his sweater, he felt the hard jolts of the liquid hitting, felt the force as it blew past his fingers.

He was shaking as the penis jerked back and then came rushing forward, then reared back again, and again. Each time the force of liquid grew less, but it still managed to get past his hand, still managed to work past his fingers. The last stream just barely working through, dripping down the back of his hand.

The body before him shook, as the last milky liquid dribbled out, down his hand. Sam felt like his whole body had just run a marathon. He was weak, his arm dropped to his side, and he leaned fully back in the chair. His legs ached, drained. His face felt flushed, but his chest continued to heave, as he struggled for air. His heart ached, as the wild pounding began to settle, to calm down to its normal steady beat.

Looking up, he saw Brad’s face, saw his eyes flicker, then open. He looked down at Sam, a warm smile across his face, as he bent forward, and pulled his shorts up, then his pants. His chest was still heaving a bit, but it was calming down, as Brad took his seat. He leaned back, staring at Sam. He looked exhausted, as he himself figured he looked. Brad wiped his forehead, then stared at Sam for a few minutes.

‘Pot Roast for next Monday okay with you?’

‘Garlic bread?’

‘Yep’

‘Okay, sounds good to me.’

He got up, not even noticing the dried cum on his sweater, as he picked up his jacket. Monday was over, but he knew he would have some good images to think about until next week’s Pot Roast.

 

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Night at the Opera

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Tyler ran his finger under his collar, feeling uncomfortable in his monkey suit. Everyone around him was babbling away, extolling the great singing of the stars, but frankly he was bored. He had no idea why he had agreed to get all dressed up in fancy clothes, to go with Mike to watch an Opera. He wasn’t into high brow stuff, but then he couldn’t refuse Mike.

Mike had given him his chance, the opportunity to do what he did love, so attending some fancy charity Opera was the least he could do for the guy. While some assumed he was sleeping with Mike, it wasn’t true. Mike had never even hinted at wanting a sexual or romantic involvement with him, which was fine with Tyler.

After all, he was just 30, and Mike was in his early sixties. The guy had a pronounced bald spot, and his hair was snow white, least what was left of his hair. Plus, Mike was a bit on the paunchy side, while he was still trim and fit. Then too, he did work out, plus his job of landscaping certainly helped keep him lean and muscular. His arms were well developed, and he didn’t think he had much fat on his body.

Mind you, Mike didn’t seem to dispel the rumours either, which sort of bothered Tyler, but hell the guy had advanced him the cash he needed, and he owed him for taking a chance. It was all very proper, and done with a lawyer too, yet some of those queens loved to gossip, and discount Mike’s generosity.

Naturally he had wondered, if maybe Mike really did have ulterior motives, but then he realized, he was being paranoid. Mike never asked much of him, until now and so he had to get dressed up and sit through some screaming old ladies, and guys in tights. It wasn’t a bad trade off, considering what he had to show for it.

‘Bit stuffy in here, isn’t it?’

Tyler turned to see a rather handsome man standing next to him. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and Tyler could see how his eyes seemed to be boring in on him. He had no idea who the guy was, but found his appearance intriguing. He had a sort of shagged cut to his hair, a two toned affair that just seemed to suit his rather rugged looking face.

The man had a pronounced square chin, with a rather hooked nose. The lips were thin and pale, but the eyes, though dark, seemed to be sparkling with life. He was as tall as Tyler, and as well built too, but there was no way he was 30 years old. Maybe closer to 40, but the way he filled out his own monkey suit made him look more like a professional athlete than a stuffed business shirt type.

‘Yeah a bit.’

‘There is a nice garden out the side, we can grab some fresh air.’

‘Okay, I could use some air.’

He didn’t know why, but it didn’t sound like a line, plus he really could use some fresh air. Going with this stranger, wasn’t going to violate any rules, given he was single. Still he could just hear the crowing from some of the others, as he walked behind the stranger. There was Darren, who opened his eyes wide as they passed by, then there was Max, who was nothing but a screaming Queen, always bitching about something, yet never doing much of anything but bitch. They would have the news of his walk outside speeding through the gang in no time, but he didn’t really give a damn. Frankly he was tired of their shit, and this guy was hot, whoever he was.

Standing outside, he breathed in deeply. The air was scented by the various flowers in the garden of the Opera House, and it was relaxing. Tyler could feel his muscles relaxing, his body no longer feeling like it was on display as he sipped at his own glass of wine.

‘Name is Hayden, Hayden MacDonnell.’

‘Hi, Tyler, Tyler Washburn, nice to meet you.’

‘You aren’t a regular here, how’d you get roped into this, or are you a late lover of Opera?’

‘Me? No, I am not an Opera fan, but a friend asked, and well, he’s a good friend, so here I am.’

Hayden stared at Tyler, as he sipped on his almost empty glass of wine. He could see the mind working, absorbing the information, making assumptions like everyone else, or so it seemed to Tyler.

‘Must be a good friend to get you to put up with all this.’

‘He is, but not in the way some might think.’

Hayden chuckled as he finished off the wine in his glass, and looked at Tyler. His eyes seemed to roam all over him, staring at his face, his body, and his crotch. A small flicker of his eyes flashed past as they took in his groin, but it was a fleeting moment. The eyes seemed to capture all of him as they settled back on his face.

‘Can’t blame them for that, you aren’t what one would call, unattractive.’

‘Thank you, I think, but it doesn’t really bother me, though at times it gets under my skin.’

‘I can imagine, though I don’t know, being under your skin, now that is an interesting concept.’

He held his glass to his lip, mouth open, as he stared at Hayden. He saw the eyes flicker, saw the small curl around the lips, and how his nostrils were flaring at bit, as he waited for Tyler’s response. It was strange, but he felt his own body stiffen, grow a bit excited as well. The stirring in his own groin was rather pleasing, as he wondered about the man across from him.

‘Sounds like you are hitting on me. Are you?’

‘Only if it is appropriate, and welcomed, I’d hate to hit on someone who was, uh shall we say uninterested?’

‘Oh, I am interested, but curious, why me?’

Hayden smiled, and Tyler saw the creases in his face, the wrinkles that became laugh lines and how the eyes seemed to sparkle even more, was amazing. It seemed like he had dropped years in appearance, and now Tyler revised his estimate, thinking perhaps Hayden wasn’t much older than him.

‘Does it matter why?’

‘No, no I guess not, just, I don’t know, curious I guess, maybe I am just fishing for compliments.’

‘I see, and yet I don’t think you really seek compliments or need any ego boosts. I think, frankly, that you are sure of yourself, enough so, that you don’t need some meaningless flattery, empty platitudes, which maybe is also answers your question.’

Tyler felt his legs tremble a little, and he felt like he was suddenly in the presence of someone special. The words were flowery, and yet they seemed to strike deep inside of him. He could feel his heart quicken a little, as he did enjoy the compliments given, even if they were said in a way that made them not seem like compliments, but more like facts. It felt as if Hayden knew him, knew him in a way that no one else did. A bit scary actually, as he smiled at Hayden.

‘Damn, you are good.’

‘Thank you Tyler Washburn, but I am good at other things too, if you are interested in finding out.’

The wink at the end made him almost fall to the ground. His legs became very weak, but somehow he held his ground. This guy was truly good, and yet for some strange reason, he felt totally out of his league. It was strange, to be pursued this way, so openly and yet not. The obvious inference was tantalizing, as he drained the last of his wine, knowing he couldn’t just walk away.

‘I certainly am, Mr. McDonnell.’

Hayden took the empty glass from Tyler’s hand, and placed it down on the edge of the planter they were standing next to. He moved in closer, to a point where Tyler could smell his cologne, and feel the warmth of the man. His eyes stared deeply into Hayden’s, when he felt the arm reach around his waist, and pull him in closer.

The touch of Hayden’s lips on his was like a match flaring. His whole body shook as he felt the brush of lips on his, as he felt the fingers dig a bit into the flesh of his back. His knees felt like they were about to buckle, as they embraced.

Hayden pulled his face back, as he smiled. He reached for Tyler’s hand, as he softly muttered ‘tasty’ and then led Tyler off the cobblestone footpath. They went behind the planter where Tyler had left his empty glass, to move in among the tall plants, and brush that filled the yard.

In a strange way, it felt rather naughty, to be walking in expensive shoes, dress pants, through bushes, while a few feet away hundreds of others were drinking wine, talking, and waiting for the intermission to end. To them, the Opera was the show, and yet Tyler felt like he was about to see the real show.

The brush of plants across his legs, the darkness of the night, broken by the yellow glow from the large glass windows of the Opera House only added to his sense of excitement. He had no idea where they were going, but Hayden seemed to know his way around.

They pushed some branches aside, and suddenly the yellow glow was gone. The area was pitch black, and all he could see was a shadow outline of the man who had led him here. He could hear the hard breathing too, as he looked around, smelling the scent of earth, mingled with the fragrance of the flowers.

His eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and Tyler could make more shapes out, see a bit clearer. His heart was pounding, as Hayden reached out, and grabbed him tightly in his arms. He felt his body being pulled towards the man, who suddenly was kissing him hard.

Tyler felt his lips being assaulted, as the force of the kiss took him by surprise. His lips parted, as Hayden’s tongue quickly darted inside. He felt it lick at the roof of his mouth, play with the tip of his own tongue that seemed to have been taken by surprise. He exhaled, feeling the excitement growing inside of him.

Hayden’s hands were moving up and down his backside, reaching for his buttocks, grabbing a handful of his flesh, and squeezing Tyler’s fleshy cheeks. His body reacted on its own, as he found his own hands roaming along Hayden’s side. He felt his fingers reaching around, grabbing Hayden’s buttocks, feeling Hayden’s body react, feeling the thrill his touch gave the man.

The kiss was hard and soon he found Hayden’s lips pressed against his chin, then underneath it. He felt the warm press, the hot breath waft across his neck, as the man licked the hollow of his neck. His head was tilted back, and his hands were up holding Hayden’s shoulders, when he felt the hard press against his groin.

Hayden had moved one hand to grope at Tyler’s groin. The hand moved his stiffening cock and then he felt the fingers struggling at the waistband. Soon he felt his pants being opened, felt the hand quickly dart inside to take hold of his fully aroused cock. He moaned as he felt the fingers wrapping around his cock. The fingers spread outwards, and with the palm of his hand, Hayden began to rub his cock, the soft silk material of his shorts making it seem effortless.

His lungs began to ache, as he held onto Hayden, letting his hand move across his belly, his groin. Then he felt the hot fingers push past his shorts, to dig down inside, to touch his throbbing cock. The touch of flesh on flesh made him squirm a little, made him moan a bit more.

Tyler felt the cool night air waft across his belly, his skin exposed. He knew his shorts and pants had been pushed down, and he felt one of his own hands reach down, and pull up his shirt, as Hayden lowered himself to his knees.

His body trembled, as he felt the soft kiss on his belly, felt the tongue lick at his exposed belly button, then lick downwards, towards his groin. The tongue moved slowly, and he found his free hand now clenching tightly Hayden’s shoulder.

Tyler pushed his legs apart, as far as possible. His stance was wide, as he felt the man licking at his pubic hairs. Each one seemed to be standing up, as Hayden licked them, touching the soft skin beneath, grazing it lightly with his tongue. Moaning constantly, he felt the man shuffle in closer, felt the hot breath across the top of his erect cock. His body was tightening, the muscles becoming like steel.

He shut his eyes, his head tilted backwards, as Hayden licked at him. The tongue licked down and around his cock, tasting the flesh between his groin and thigh. Tyler groaned, as waves of pleasure came rushing up. His head became a bit dizzy, light headed, as Hayden’s tongue continued to lick around his cock. The quick darting caress of his scrotum, made his legs quiver.

Hayden certainly was good, as the tip of the tongue prodded each of his balls, lightly moving them around in the sac, then suddenly he felt the tip up against the bottom of his cock. He felt it dig at the base of his cock, then slowly lick around the whole shaft, at the very base. His body shook, as the man’s stubble brushed against his cock, as the face moved around, while the tongue continued to taste him.

Then his whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire. Hayden let his tongue lick upwards, on the underside of the throbbing pole. Slowly it licked at him, right up to the tip, where it moved over the cock head, licking up the pre cum that was oozing out. Then it circled around the head, tasting the flesh just under the head.

The tongue pressed hard on the skin, and he felt his cock moving, as once more Hayden’s tongue moved down the underside, back down towards his groin. Tyler whimpered, as the tongue licked around the base of the cock, then began to slowly travel up the shaft, on the top.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, as the tongue licked up, stopping at the cap of his cock head. Then it moved around the head. A hand held his base, as he heard the sounds, felt the raspy edged tongue lick at his cock. His own nostrils were flaring, as he tried to suck in the air, but he couldn’t. His whole body was on fire, as he felt Hayden pull his mouth back, then he felt the warm press of the lips at the tip of his cock.

His head fell backwards, his hips shot forward, driving his cock between the lips, but Hayden was ready for him. He let his head move back, just a bit, so that the head couldn’t fully penetrate his mouth. His lips grew tighter before his head moved back in towards Tyler. They slowly allowed his cock head to enter, and he felt the saliva coat the head, mixing with the oozing pre cum.

Finally his cock was buried inside of Hayden’s mouth. It felt unreal, as the lips continued to press tightly on his cock, the man’s nose wedged into his groin. He felt like all the air in his lungs had been pushed out, as his chest heaved. His heart was pounding, the pulse was racing so fast he was sure he’d have a stroke.

Hayden seemed to sense his need, as he began to pull back, then push forward. Tyler’s hips were starting to move too, matching Hayden’s head movement. His was fucking the man’s face, feeling his hard cock banging against the inside of the mouth. He felt it go down the opening of the man’s throat, felt the muscles of the throat constrict around his pole.

He had many others suck his cock, but none seemed to come close to making him feel like this. His body was shaking all over, his eyes were glazed over, as he struggled to hold back, to not surrender so fast. It was hard, but each time he thought he was winning, Hayden would twist his mouth around his cock, and he would begin to lose his control. Then it would ease, let him take charge again, which soon was once more on the brink of being taken away.

He had no idea how long it went on, but as he once more felt like he couldn’t hold on anymore, the pressure didn’t stop. This time it went further, as Hayden reached between his legs, his tongue licking around the cock head inside his mouth. His hand moved under his balls, a finger moving up between his buttocks, and then his hand lay across both cheeks. It pushed him into Hayden, making him stumble a bit, making his cock dig deeper in the man’s throat.

Then the hand moved away, a single finger now prodded him, and before he could stop, it was impaled into his rectum. He cried out, the sudden penetration making him tremble, making his nerves tingle. Then the tongue licked his cock, and he felt his body going over the edge. His mouth was open, his tongue handing out, his eyes rolled back into the socket, as he felt the explosion deep inside.

The finger dug deep into his rectum, his cock was taken deep into the throat, as he felt Hayden’s nose digging into the soft belly of his groin. His body shook, his legs trembled, his arms fell to the side, as the blood left them, rushing to his throbbing cock.

A soft gagging sound barely registered, as his heart suddenly roared in his ears. It was like being in a long tunnel, with a jet engine roaring in the distance. The sound was deafening, as his heart thundered, as his body became a series of rolling spasms. His balls hurt, his buttocks clenched tightly, making the finger move inwards a bit further, and his hips shot outwards, with all of his weight behind them.

Hayden held his ground, as Tyler felt his cock lodged firmly into the man’s throat. Then he felt it rear back, felt it tremble, then felt the rolling thunder inside of him explode outwards. His whole body shook, his head was swimming, his eyes closed tight was reflecting brilliant flashes of red and blue bolts. His hips were pressing into Hayden’s face, trying to press inside, past his mouth, as his cock released its milk.

He didn’t know how many times he had cummed, or how much. He was exhausted, ready to fall to the ground, as his entire body seemed spent, seemed totally exhausted. He felt himself still trembling, as his cock came free from Hayden’s mouth. Tyler couldn’t believe how drained he was feeling, as he sensed Hayden’s figure now standing in front of him, no longer kneeling.

The man’s arms reached out, and wrapped around him, and he collapsed into them. He was totally exhausted as he let Hayden hold him upright. Slowly he managed to feel like he could stand on his own, and lifted himself up out of Hayden’s embrace.

‘Jesus’ was all he could say, as he pulled his shorts up and then his pants.

‘The bell just sounded, intermission is over.’

Tyler looked at Hayden, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the man would do for a finale.

‘That was no intermission for me, more like a hell of an opening act.’

Hayden laughed, as he brushed his trousers off, and began to lead the way out from behind the bushes. His hand was warm to Tyler’s touch, and it felt like tiny electrical shocks as they made their way back to the pathway.

‘Take my card, phone me when you get home, and I’ll see if I can’t arrange a killer final act for you.’

Grinning from ear to ear, he took the card, and put into his pants pocket, his hand holding it tightly. He knew he didn’t have to say a word, that his expression was enough to tell Hayden to expect his call.

Most of the people had already left for their seats when they made their way back inside. He saw Max staring at him, his eyes bulging wide as he took in the two of them, and the state of their attire. He didn’t give a damn what the little shit thought, as he just kept the huge grin on his face, his hand clutching the card in his pant’s pocket.

He couldn’t wait till this Opera was over, so he could continue with his own personal one, with Hayden.

Wee Willie

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

As Willie pulled on the green elf boot, he could feel the other’s in the change room snickering. He had felt all of them staring when he had walked in, to begin his first day’s work at the local department store. He was the new Christmas Elf, and even the old man playing Santa had smirked. Okay, so he wasn’t like them, and being an elf was something he could manage, not from any special skill, but simply because he was a ‘little person’.

In some ways it infuriated him, the way so many looked down on him, not because they were taller, but from some strange sense of superiority, all because they had grown above 4 feet in height. It sucked, as he pulled the hat on, hearing the snickers coming from a couple of men down the aisle.

What pissed him off the most, was the way they all assumed that being little, meant he was little everywhere. Even the few he had managed to take home, until he had met Skylar, had been surprised at his equipment. If those two jerks smirking only knew, they wouldn’t be so quick to judge. Now Skylar, he was one in a billion, or more. Just thinking of him, made him feel good and took some of the anger away.

Sky, the nickname he gave him, was a typical red blooded stud. The guy was nearly 30, a year or two younger than him, but you would never know it from his looks. He stood close to six feet, had a college boy’s body with one of the cutest asses you could imagine. Long legs that were muscular, to go with the rest of him. The long blond hair and blue eyes were the finishing touches to a perfect look.

Yet more than that, he didn’t have a single prejudiced bone in his body. Willie could still recall that first meeting, down at Dick’s Delight, the local gay bar. It was one of the few places that didn’t make him feel like a freak. Unlike the more fashionable places, no one offered him a high chair, no one told him ‘kids’ weren’t allowed. Like any kid would have a beard shadow like him, but all they ever saw was his height. Not at Dick’s. He was treated with respect, something he wished his co-workers would learn.

Still, it was where he had met Sky, where he actually fell in love for the first time in his life. It had all happened because some drunk had stumbled in, and before the staff could toss him out, Sky had come to his aid. The drunk was being abusive, and Sky had quietly and very effectively sorted him out. He never did find out what he had said, but they had enjoyed a drink together, and just talked.

Unlike many of his other ‘normal’ friends, Sky didn’t make it awkward. They didn’t talk about his height, not at first, and it didn’t seem like he was just avoiding it either. That warmed Willie up to him, as it just felt normal, no hidden apprehensions.

Bringing Sky home had been an experience too. He had his own home, not a flat or rental. After all, just because he was a ‘little person’ didn’t mean he had a small brain. He was good at figures, damn good in fact. His little mathematical tweaks had made his monthly salary get him his home, and while it was expensive to maintain, he managed.

Sky was the first to visit him at home. It was a bit awkward, as he had the furniture for his height, not for what other’s called ‘normal folk’. What was amazing was how Sky didn’t make a deal of it, he just slouched down on the floor, leaning against the chesterfield.

The only awkward moment, was that first venture into sex. It was strange, but he never had someone want him, least not the way Sky had. Still did too, but it was the one time when his height was an issue. Still, the way they talked, discussed it and before he knew it, he was being kissed on the lips by the blond giant. The taste of his mouth, was like tasting a bubbly wine. It just felt so good, that he could feel his whole body shaking.

The erection didn’t go unnoticed either. Sky had stared at the bulge in his pants, his eyes bulging as he kept staring to the point where Willie asked if he’d never seen a guy with a hard on before. Sky had blushed, and it was a perfect sight to see. The cheeks turning pink, surrounded by his long flowing hair was a real turn on for him. Made his erection even harder, which he hadn’t thought possible.

His answer was perfect too, when he said of course he had, but never one that looked so inviting. It made him feel good, and he couldn’t explain it, even now, but it had made him want Sky, want him to take him too. Maybe that was why he had stood up and simply dropped his pants.

Whatever the reason, the reaction he received was worth it. The eyes seemed to bulge as they took in his tiny frame, and well endowed penis. It was hard, sticking out, not what some would call huge, but certainly not below average. On his frame though, it did look menacing. Skylar merely licked his lips, exclaimed his pleasure, and before Willie could reply, he felt the man’s hands around his waist, pulling him in closer.

That first touch of his hands, around his naked waist, made every part of him tingle. Sweat suddenly was beading up on his forehead, as Skylar’s powerful hands pulled him close, to the point where his hard cock was an inch or less from the man’s watering mouth.

Others had been surprised by his size, but none had shown the desire that Skylar showed that night, and ever since. It was like a perfect match, or mis match as some would call it. The way Skylar couldn’t seem to keep his hands off him, to touch him, to hold him. It was unbelievable, and damn erotic as hell too. The way his hands would move across his flesh, touch him in ways no one had ever done, not even himself. There was something special about it all, and Skylar didn’t rush either.

Despite the growing look of hunger in his eyes, the way they sparkled as they stared at his cock, was like a fire growing in intensity. From a puff of smoke, to a tentative little orange flame, to suddenly becoming a white hot ember with dancing blue flames, it all was reflected in his look. Yet he took his time, touching him, feeling his body, his muscles.

The hand that reached out to run lightly over his hard cock, almost made him shoot his load right then. Only by chance had he held back, as the fingers moved lightly over his shaft, barely touching. The light pressure was more arousing than if he had simply grabbed hold of it.

It was as if he was trying to feel the blood the pulsed through the veins, the way he touched him. How his hand lightly brushed over his leg hairs, his pubic hairs. The soft caress making his nerves tingle, his muscle quiver. It was the most sensual feeling he had ever experienced. Time seemed to have stood still for him, as he stood there quivering, this strange blond giant tenderly exploring his naked body.

As Skylar touched him, he would now and then bend over, and press his lips lightly against Willie, a soft brush that somehow made him tremble. His buttocks ached, would clench each time the strands of blond hair would brush across his body.

When he leaned down, to kiss Skylar, he could feel the man’s own arousal. The way he caught his breath, nearly choking as they tasted each other. The way his tongue and Skylar’s duelled between their mouths. It had made him woozy, light headed. Yet the strong arms held him from falling forward, and then he felt the lips on his chest.

He was panting, his chest heaving as Skylar licked at his right nipple, teasing it and then carefully clutching it between his teeth, nibbling at the firm flesh, pulling even on it, then licking all around it. He had shook so hard, he was certain he would fall over, but Skylar kept him upright, his long tapered fingers digging into his skin.

Even as he felt them dig in, he could feel them tremble, feel them shake to the raw emotions that were passing between them. It was like an electric thunderstorm had erupted between them. Each time they grew close, each time their bodies touched or grew closer, jolts of electricity would pass between, charging them inside.

His heart was aching, thundering so loudly that everything else was off in a distance. Every other sound seemed so far away, as his beating heart filled his ears. The light touch on his balls, the way the fingers would lightly caress the tiny pubic hairs, making them stand on end, quiver and sway. It all made him even more aroused, more determined to please Skylar, and even as that thought raced inside, he knew it seemed to be Skylar’s desire too, to please him, the freak, the little person.

Willie couldn’t help but keep thinking of those things, but as Skylar touched him, caressed him, they became less conscious, less intrusive. Soon he was hardly even worrying about it, as his whole body was feeling like an electrified fence. The merest touch making him spark, making his body quake. His body felt so alive, so different that he didn’t recognize himself. It was like he was someone totally different, as he felt himself move in closer, felt his body grow hotter with each passing second.

The touch of Skylar’s lips on the tip of his cock made him moan. It was soft at first, then slowly he felt the lips parting, felt his body being pulled in more, as Skylar’s head grew closer. He could feel the long hair raking his sides, his skin. The hot breath of the man on his cock was too much, making him groan louder. Feeling the teeth as his cock was slowly taken inside, only added to his growing ache. Every nerve was tingling, every part of his body was sensitive to even the air moving in the room. His body hairs were on edge, as he felt the lips tighten over his cock head, slowly pushing along, to take it all.

His pre cum was quickly gone, swallowed in one swoop. His legs trembled, as Skylar’s hands moved around to clasp his butt cheeks. The fingers dug hard into his flesh, making him wince and moan at the same time. His eyes were shut tight, as he knew, if he watched, he’d cum now.

It was hard to not give in. He ached so badly, he knew it was only seconds before he’d give in. Skylar seemed to sense it, as well. His mouth suddenly tightened even more, the fingers dug in harder as Skylar’s head moved quickly down the throbbing pole. His nose dug deep into Willie’s soft groin, pressing hard. The tongue licked around the pole wedged deep into Skylar’s moth.

His legs grew rigid, blood was rushing from his tiny body all over to his throbbing cock. He felt his eyes fluttering, flashes of lights of all colors exploded behind his eyelids. His breathing was short and labored, his heart rose its thundering cry even more. Every part of his body was suddenly shaking.

He felt himself leaning forward, his hands resting on Skylar’s shoulders as his balls slung upwards, striking hard into his upper body. His muscles tightened even more, strangling his insides, twisting them in utter agony, as he pushed back against Skylar. His cock came out, as he grabbed hold with one hand, and quickly stroked it, aiming it right at Skylar.

His eyes were still fluttering, as he felt his body suddenly explode. At the single moment, his eyes opened, as he stared out and down. He saw the glazed hungry look in Skylar’s eyes, wide open and staring intently at his cock. He could see the head, moist and glistening from Sky’s saliva.

Then he saw the mouth open, as his cock head reared backwards, then shot forwards. The ache in his balls suddenly released, as his precious man milk was forced out and up into the long pole, aimed at Skylar’s face. He watched, his own eyes, bulging as the hot stream of milk came jetting out.

He watched the first long splatter across the bridge of Skylar’s nose, then down underneath it. He saw the upper lip tremble, as the second stream came flashing out, smacking the lips, then disappear into the wide open mouth. He felt his body shake, felt his legs quake, as more of his milk came rushing out, splattering across Skylar’s lower face. Gobs of his milk dotted the nose, the corners of the mouth, and chin. He could see it all spreading out as it hit, see it splatter. Willie could hear the thunder in his ears, hear the cries which were his own. His body gave one last hard shake, one final tremor raced through his entire 4 foot tall body.

Willie fell forward, his face nestled into Skylar’s shoulder. He felt two strong arms encircle him, hold him even tighter as he realized at how much Skylar was also shaking. He could smell himself, his own powerful man scent, as Skylar held him close.

Never had he felt such a release, such exhaustion as he had that first time with Skylar. The rest of the evening had even been more special, and as he walked along the hallway towards the Toy Department, he thought he heard his name being called. He shook his head, as he realized it was his name.

Turning around, he saw two of his cohorts walking behind, then he spotted Skylar. The tall man was running to catch up to him, and he blew past the other two men, who watched in fascination as the tall man came up to Willie.

‘When is your lunch break? Want to grab something together?’ he asked, which made the two men behind snicker. Skylar turned around, as one muttered about Mutt ‘n Jeff, and how the local diner had a kid’s platter on sale.

Willie felt deflated, as he listened to their laughter, which suddenly ended abruptly. He looked up, to see Skylar was standing in front of both men. His body was rigid and he could see how held himself, taut and filled with anger. It was amazing to watch as Skylar stood there, taller than one, same height as the other, when he spoke.

‘Least he has a heart that is bigger than the stone in your chest, and he might not stand as tall as you, but you know something mate, he is a giant when it comes to being a man, not some shoddy excuse for one, like you and your friend here.’

He turned around, then stopped, and turned once more to face the two other men, who still hadn’t said a word. Their mouths were still open, their jaws hanging down, when Skylar looked at them both, then at their crotches.

He looked hard at one, then gave a snort as he turned back and laid his hand on Willie’s shoulder. He began to walk forward, with Willie, when he looked down, smiled and in a loud voice proclaimed that Willie should ignore those two jackasses. It was obvious they had a bad case of ‘penis envy’.

Willie couldn’t help but laugh, his mood once more back into being happy, as he grinned from ear to ear, glancing back every few steps to enjoy seeing the stunned look on the other two.